Chapter 857: Flowing Fragrant Pavilion [Start of Book 9]
The Flowing Fragrant Pavilion in the Capital of Yu was one of the most renowned brothels in the city.
But today, two extravagant guests swept in and booked out the entire pavilion in one grand gesture, leaving everyone stunned by their sheer display of wealth.
Amid the soft candlelight and drifting floral shadows, beauties danced and sang to the gentle melodies of strings and flutes.
"Young hero, you're 'Elder Brother', and this elder gentleman 'Little Second Brother'?" an alluring young lady asked with a soft chuckle, hiding her laughter behind a silken sleeve. "You two really are quite the pair."
"We cultivators don't fuss over formalities," the tanned-faced young man replied with a carefree grin.
The two men drinking across from each other were sworn brothers.
The "Elder Brother" was eight chi tall, with a tanned complexion and arms so long they reached past his knees. His features were bold and unusual, giving him a striking and unmistakable appearance. He was none other than Du Wuhen, the former pride of Thunderbolt Stronghold who had betrayed his own sect to join the Penglai Supreme Sect, only to later side with Grand Ancestor Fuyou.
The "Little Second Brother" wore a weathered face and a soft smile, carrying the quiet grace of a cultured scholar. Yet, hidden beneath that gentle appearance was none other than Grand Ancestor Fuyou, the legendary great devil of the South Sea.
After looting Penglai and escaping with a massive fortune, the two brothers fled to the Capital of Yu. It was Du Wuhen who suggested they treat themselves. After all, they had spent so long living a bitter and austere life in the remote quarrying archipelago. Now that they were finally in a bustling city, it only seemed right to enjoy themselves a little.
In truth, during his days as a disciple of an immortal sect, Du Wuhen had lived under strict discipline and was never allowed to visit places of indulgence. He had long harbored a desire for such pleasures, and now that he was free, he could finally act on those desires without restraint.
Grand Ancestor Fuyou, in contrast, remained stiff and reserved. Sitting cross-legged, he looked awkward and clearly out of place.