"Eating, drinking, playing, and hanging out with scoundrels!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

The hearty laughter of the three men echoed throughout the Qingfeng Pavilion, shaking it to the extent that it almost drowned out the melodious opera singing.

Even the Daoists paused their conversations, exchanged glances, and shook their heads with a smile.

"Pity that today was so peaceful, yet disturbed by worldly men."

The head of Chongyang Temple, Jiang Xin Zhenren, said with a smile, "That statement is incorrect. Without noise, how can one speak of the mundane world?"

"Haha, well said, Jiang Xin Zhenren, truly eloquent!"

Amidst the lively atmosphere, no one noticed that Taichua Goddess Yin Weiyin initially looked astonished, then her gaze slowly turned somber.

You're here too, aren't you...

Having known him for so long, Yin Weiyin instantly recognized the most familiar voice among the three laughs.

She wouldn't mistake it.

After so many stormy turns of fate, fleeting pleasures, Yin Weiyin had long engraved his voice deep in her bones.

Staying at the Taihua Mountain's estate yesterday, she comforted herself secretly for a long time, reminding herself that Lu Ying was ultimately a disciple of the Sword Armor sect, and ethics and morals still mattered. Chen Yi would have some reservations, and it wasn't like he had hooked up with any Immortal.

After all, no matter what Immortal he meets in the future, none would compare to her stunning presence at their first encounter.

But now, hearing this continuous laughter, Yin Weiyin could no longer hold back. She pushed her chair back and listened closely.

"Come, have this drink. Later, I'll ask the Oiran to entertain you two."

"Then we are honored by Mr. Zhao's invitation."

"The Oiran of Qingfeng Pavilion is unlike elsewhere; they are to be fought for. Let alone the beauties, even if it's an old, ugly sow, we men, once caught in competition, would see a sow as beautiful as Diao Chan!"

Chen Yi said, "Since it's something to compete for, doesn't that mean I, surnamed Long, am breaking the rules of the Qingfeng Pavilion?"

"You're too modest!" Zhao Yan said, "Rules are like a sword; they can intimidate people and are as thin as white paper, just like women."

"Just like women?"

"Hahaha."

"Then we are grateful for Mr. Zhao's kindness."

......

Yin Weiyin was so angry that her chest tightened, almost shrinking a size.

Chen Yi, you...

You're fooling around everywhere, aren't you!

Yesterday you flirted with an Immortal, and tonight you're sleeping with an Oiran. It's only been half a year since our wedding; have you ever truly cared for me? The saying goes that a short parting is sweeter than a new marriage, so how come you're a groom every day?!

Yin Weiyin gritted her teeth, wishing she could storm upstairs immediately, drag Chen Yi down, and expose his infidelity in public.

However, at the table were people from the mountain, each a carefree Taoist, while she was honored as a chief guest. Such a public loss of composure would undoubtedly tarnish the reputation of Taihua Mountain and cause her to lose face.

Yin Weiyin half-closed her eyes, seeing that she had tasted enough of the dishes, and had an idea in her mind.

"Please come over here for a moment."

Yin Weiyin got up from her seat and walked towards a maid.

Zhao Yan had given prior instructions, and the maid knew that Yin Weiyin was the Taichua Goddess; she couldn't afford to slight her, no matter whom she might slight.

"Does Immortal Yin have any instructions? I will do my best to carry them out."

Yin Weiyin smiled and said, "Is there any prostitute in the Qingfeng Pavilion?"

The maid was stunned for a moment before replying, "...Yes."

The Qingfeng Pavilion was not a brothel, and though the matter of prostitutes was not something to be flaunted, it was an open secret among guests. Yet it was extremely rare for a female guest to inquire about prostitutes, let alone the Taichua Goddess.

What does the Taichua Goddess want by asking about prostitutes?

The maid cautiously asked, "May I ask what Immortal Yin intends to do..."

"Prepare a private room and invite a few good women to play music for me, to talk about Taoist skills amidst the mundane world."

"But, but," the maid stammered, unsure of how to respond, "Immortal, you are a woman."

Yin Weiyin, unfazed, replied, "It's better than developing feelings for a man, isn't it?"

The maid's eyes almost popped out.

"A woman adorns herself for her beloved, but where is the man?" Yin Weiyin glanced up at the third floor and then spoke melodiously.

With that, the maid could no longer refuse and had to ask, "So, who does Immortal Yin want?"

"I want the Oiran, no..."

The maid's pupils shrank, but as she heard the word "no," she was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Yet the next moment, she heard another sentence, "How many prostitutes do you have in the Qingfeng Pavilion?"

The maid was astonished but truthfully replied, "We have ten ladies."

The female crown smiled slightly and said, "One is not enough; I want ten."

The maid didn't know how to respond, her ears buzzing. She took a few steps back and quietly said she couldn't make such a decision and needed to report to the shopkeeper.

Yin Weiyin nonchalantly said, "I am here on a mission from my master, so please don't disgrace Taihua Mountain."

After saying that,

Yin Weiyin glared fiercely at the third floor.

I've summoned all the prostitutes of the Qingfeng Pavilion; let's see how you call for them now!

......

"Do not disturb my foster father; speak to me if there's anything."

Meihundie stopped the maid who wanted to report.

The assassins from the Lifeng Pavilion didn't know the details of the third floor but could infer from small details that something unusual was happening since no blood had been drawn yet.

The situation was unclear, and the last thing they wanted was someone acting on impulse and creating complications. Assassins are inherently averse to surprises.

Sometimes, just a single stray hair can lead to a situation slipping out of control; missteps are too numerous to count.

"Taichua Goddess wants to call for servants."

"Then let her call. She is our most important guest; even if she asks for me, I will get involved."

The maid replied tentatively, "But the Taichua Goddess wants to call all ten prostitutes from the Qingfeng Pavilion, including you, Sister Die."

"Spending the night with ten women?" Meihundie was also taken aback.

Wouldn't that wear out anyone, like starting a fire by rubbing sticks together?

The maid said, "I don't quite understand either and dared not ask more."

Meihundie pondered for a moment, turning the idea over and over in her mind but couldn't figure out the female crown's intention, even after delving deep into thought. She could only sense that the female crown might be doing a good deed, intending to teach the prostitutes some Taoist skills, advising them to turn over a new leaf and return to the right path.

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