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Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Four: Three Against One
Ye Huan never expected to encounter such peculiar verses on the Nine Provinces Continent. Not only did they lack rhyme, but they also included bizarre magical beasts. Setting aside the White Dragon Cat, just the presence of a sixth-level magical beast like the black dog was enough to make Ye Huan feel incredibly uncomfortable. At that moment, his only thought was to slip away quietly; it was better than staying here and embarrassing himself.
However, what he feared came to pass. Just as Ye Huan had retreated four steps, a full meter and a half, Qing He remained oblivious. Instead, Yang Guangyao suddenly remembered Ye Huan and turned to him, saying, "Young Master, you need to go ahead..."
At that moment, upon hearing Yang Guangyao's words, Ye Huan felt like crying without tears. He truly wanted to strangle him. Yet when he saw Qing He turn her head as well, he had no choice but to put on a nonchalant facade and said seriously, "Going ahead is fine, but I’d like to use the restroom first."
"Young Master loves to joke! How could our Purple Spring Pavilion not have a place for such needs? How about this: I’ll take you upstairs first; there’s a perfect spot at the entrance of the second floor for your convenience..."
With a light laugh covering her mouth, Qing He suggested going upstairs first without realizing she had seized Ye Huan's weak point.
He thought desperately, 'Heaven, strike me with lightning and let me be reborn to learn about various magical beasts!'
Filled with despair, Ye Huan steeled himself. Adopting an attitude of not needing to speak once they reached the upper floor, he slowly moved forward and soon followed Qing He up to the second floor.
Unlike the first floor, the Purple Spring Pavilion was bustling with activity due to the annual Poetry Competition. The second floor was packed with people. Fortunately, with many attendants from Purple Spring Pavilion present, order was maintained; almost every man was accompanied by a beautiful attendant from the Pavilion, evidently to prevent chaos.
As Ye Huan carefully observed everything around him, someone passed by and remarked with a smile, "Ah, being young is great! Three against one—what a cost-effective deal..."
Three against one?
Surprised, Ye Huan turned towards the source of the voice. However, with so many people on the second floor, it was nearly impossible to locate the owner of the voice. He could only ponder the meaning behind those words in his heart. As he scanned the surroundings, he quickly noticed an important issue: why were others in pairs while they were a trio of men with only Qing He?
With this thought, Ye Huan's mind inevitably wandered into wicked territory. Coupled with what that person had just said, he couldn't help but glance at Qing He beside him and said, "Qing He, could you call up a couple of girls? It feels a bit inappropriate with just you here."
"What’s wrong? Are you dissatisfied with me?"
Qing He looked at Ye Huan with her big watery eyes. To be fair, she didn't want to hand over Ye Huan and the other two wealthy men to another woman. She put on a pitiful expression, as if tears were about to fall at any moment.
Seeing Qing He's expression, Ye Huan could only shake his head helplessly and set aside his thoughts of finding two girls for now. He turned his gaze towards the central part of the second floor of Purple Spring Pavilion.
In the center of the second floor was an arena specifically built for the Poetry Competition. A stage covered in red carpet occupied a third of the space, filled with numerous alluring women dressed provocatively—some were sultry to the bone, while others were exceptionally charming…
"Young Master, are you interested in the Poetry Competition? Should I help you sign up?"
Noticing where Ye Huan's gaze lingered, Qing He revealed a knowing smile. After all, men who came to Purple Spring Pavilion were often there for women, weren't they? Otherwise, why would this Poetry Competition be held in the most famous brothel across all nine provinces?
Thinking about this made Qing He particularly excited. The registration fee for the Poetry Competition was not much—only five hundred taels of gold—but if someone successfully registered, one-fifth of that would end up in Qing He's pocket. One hundred taels of gold was enough for her to work for a month at Purple Spring Pavilion; her calculations were certainly meticulous.
To Qing He's surprise, after hearing her suggestion, Ye Huan chuckled and shook his head lightly. Clearly, he had no intention of participating in the Poetry Competition because he knew that given his limited knowledge, he would only embarrass himself if he went up there.
Not understanding why a wealthy scholar like Ye Huan would refuse to participate in the Poetry Competition, Qing He didn’t press further upon realizing his disinterest. Instead, she led Ye Huan and the other two men to find an unoccupied spot to sit down. The location wasn't ideal; it was quite close to the wall in the eastern corner of the second floor. However, Ye Huan was quite satisfied with it. He pulled out a silver note from his pocket and placed it in Qing He's hand, saying, "Qing He, you can go now! We'll just sit here."
"Young Master, are we really just going to sit here?"
The scent of rouge and powder wafted through the Purple Spring Pavilion. Upon hearing what Ye Huan said, Yang Guangyao was momentarily stunned. He couldn't help but retort at Ye Huan, while Qing He, noticing the silver notes still amounted to a thousand taels, smiled and stood up, running to the staircase leading downstairs. From there, he could keep an eye on Ye Huan and the others, clearly ready to assist whenever needed.
"What do you want to do if you're not going to sit? Are you really looking for a girl to vent your frustrations before we take action tonight? Wake up! What I need is a capable Yang Guangyao, not a limp noodle."
Frowning, Ye Huan delivered a sharp slap to Yang Guangyao's head while scolding him. At the same time, he grabbed some sunflower seeds from the table and started munching on them, his expression almost screaming 'serious person.'
Yang Guangyao felt quite frustrated as he observed Ye Huan's demeanor. He couldn't help but grumble internally that if they weren't there to find girls, then what was the point of being at the Purple Spring Pavilion? He might as well have found an inn and gotten a good night's sleep.
As if seeing through Yang Guangyao's thoughts, Ye Huan shook his head helplessly. He pulled out two silver notes from his pocket and handed them to him, saying, "Fine, if you really want to solve your problem, go ahead! Here you go..."
"Damn it, long live Young Master!"
Yang Guangyao hurriedly took the two silver notes and kissed them passionately while shouting loudly. In his excitement, he forgot one crucial thing: 'long live' was definitely not something an ordinary person could shout.
In an instant, the previously bustling second floor of the Purple Spring Pavilion fell silent. Countless gazes converged on Yang Guangyao as he stood frozen in place with the two thousand-tael silver notes in hand.
After a long pause, whispers began to circulate among the crowd, breaking the heavy silence that had settled like an embroidered needle dropping to the ground. If one looked closely, they would notice that many people were making their way toward Ye Huan.
"Yang Guangyao, go do what you need to do; don’t just stand there helping me draw attention..."
As he stuffed another sunflower seed into his mouth, Ye Huan spoke while pulling out a Triangular Bayonet from his Spatial Ring. He plunged it into the table with a forceful thud.
Knowing that Ye Huan’s strength was nothing to worry about, but feeling responsible for the trouble they were in, Yang Guangyao hesitated after hearing Ye Huan's words. However, he was soon met with a heavy kick from Ye Huan on his backside.
Without a doubt, Ye Huan's kick was perfectly angled, sending Yang Guangyao straight into Qing He's arms. Both of them tumbled down to the first floor, but with Yang Guangyao around, it was impossible for Qing He to be harmed.
As soon as Ye Huan completed this series of actions, those who had been eyeing him menacingly gathered around him. One of them even unceremoniously took a seat and addressed Ye Huan directly, "Kid, we are from the Royal Capital City Guard. You need to come with us!"
"Come with you? Have you looked in the mirror to see what your status is?"
Still casually munching on sunflower seeds, Ye Huan tried to gauge the newcomer and quickly realized that this guy was no ordinary person; he was actually a Level Five Professional. It seemed a bit beneath him to be part of the City Guard.
Sensing Ye Huan's scrutiny, the newcomer noticed that Ye Huan showed no reaction at all. He cautiously assessed Ye Huan's level and was so frightened that he hurriedly stood up from his chair and said, "My apologies, sir. I will take my leave now."
As soon as he finished speaking, he exchanged glances with his companions, and they quickly vacated the table where Ye Huan sat. Throughout this exchange, Ye Huan remained expressionless. Even Lo Shaobin, sitting beside him, felt something was off about Ye Huan, as if he were waiting for someone specific to appear.
Just as Lo Shaobin was about to ask Ye Huan what was going on, another person sat down at their table. Dressed in blue robes with long hair tied up, this man was strikingly handsome, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. When he smiled, dimples appeared on his face.
"You are the owner of the Purple Spring Pavilion? Let's go! I have some questions I need you to help me with."
Saying this lightly, he set down the handful of sunflower seeds he hadn’t finished and slowly stood up. It dawned on Lo Shaobin that Ye Huan’s intentions were not merely about enjoying drinks; he had been waiting for the owner of the Purple Spring Pavilion to seek him out. Lo Shaobin couldn't help but marvel inwardly: 'Young Master is indeed different from us; while we came for women, he is here specifically waiting for a man...'
After pondering for a moment and looking up again, Lo Shaobin was astonished to find that not only had Ye Huan vanished, but so had the man who had been sitting next to him…
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