txolops Chapter 59 Change Batch 1
Chapter 59 Change Batch 1
The night is like ink, full of stars.
In a corner of the bustling market of Chaotic Star City, a luxuriously decorated and dazzling pavilion stands, with the three large characters "Miaoyin Pavilion" written on the plaque in a flamboyant style.
Various colorful lanterns hung in the attic, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime.
This is the headquarters of the Miaoyin Sect, and also the Miaoyin Sect Market!
At the entrance of the pavilion, seven or eight female disciples of the Miaoyin Sect, dressed in light purple gauze dresses, stood in twos and threes, leaning against the door.
Each of them was beautiful and graceful, with perfectly charming smiles on their faces. They held either round fans or flower branches in their hands, and in the night they were like a group of bewitching fairies.
"Fellow Daoist, please come in and have a seat! Our Miaoyin Pavilion has recently welcomed several sisters skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting; they are sure to delight you!"
"Senior, you look travel-worn. Why don't you come in, have a cup of spiritual tea, and listen to some music to relax?"
"Oh my, fellow Daoist, what a handsome spirit pet! Come in and let us have a look!"
Sweet, coquettish greetings rose and fell, accompanied by wafts of fragrance, flying toward the passing male cultivators.
Amidst the chirping of birds, a figure slowly emerged from around the corner of the market street.
The newcomer was a young man in his early teens, with delicate features, clear eyebrows and bright eyes, and slightly upturned peach blossom eyes that held a hint of a smile and a touch of dashing charm.
He wore a moon-white brocade robe, with exquisite cloud patterns embroidered in silver thread on the lapels and cuffs, and a black jade belt around his waist, from which hung a warm and lustrous jade pendant.
He held a white jade folding fan in his hand, which he unfolded with a "whoosh" and gently waved, his posture exuding an indescribable elegance and grace.
What's even more eye-catching is that a pale gold spirit pet is perched on his left shoulder.
The little creature's eyes darted around curiously as it surveyed the "floral riot" scene before it, its little nose twitching as if attracted by the fragrance of perfume in the air.
The young master had a cynical smile on his lips as his eyes swept over the female cultivators at the entrance of the Miaoyin Pavilion. His expression was not that of a novice who had just arrived, but rather like that of a seasoned patron who knew his way around, exuding a carefree and unrestrained air.
"Oh my! This young master is truly handsome!"
"Look at that figure, that bearing, he must be a noble from some immortal sect!"
"Young master, come in quickly, let the ladies serve you well~"
The female cultivators at the entrance of Miaoyin Pavilion immediately lit up with excitement when they saw this rich and foolish guy, and swarmed around him like bees smelling honey.
They giggled, some reaching out to tug at Han Xiaoliu's sleeves, some gently brushing his shoulders with their fans, and some bolder ones lightly tracing his arm with their fingertips, sending shivers down their spines.
Han Xiaoliu didn't flinch; instead, her smile grew even brighter.
Just as a female cultivator "inadvertently" approached him, her soft chest brushing against his arm, his right hand, which was holding a folding fan, seemed to "inadvertently" rise, and his fingertips lightly "touched" the female cultivator's bare waist.
"Sister's waist is so supple, even more alluring than the willow branches in this market." His voice was clear and cheerful, with a hint of amusement, but his eyes seemed to hold hooks.
The female cultivator trembled at his sudden, groping touch, her face flushing red. She said coquettishly, "Young master, you really know how to talk!"
Han Xiaoliu, taking advantage of the situation, "coincidentally" reached out his other hand to another female cultivator who was guiding him, gently patted the back of her hand, and praised, "This sister's hand is truly delicate and slender, so fragile it could break with a flick of the wrist."
In an instant, he was surrounded by a group of beautiful women, who patted him on the left and right, groping him with practiced ease, just like experienced veterans. The lewd expression on his face, as if saying "I'm enjoying it, you can continue," contrasted sharply with his youthful face.
No one could have imagined that inside this young man in his teens lived a seasoned veteran who had seen it all.
Surrounded by a group of female cultivators and filled with their laughter, Han Xiaoliu was "invited" into the Miaoyin Pavilion.
The pavilion was brightly lit and luxuriously decorated, with a faint fragrance filling the air. A middle-aged female cultivator, still charming and graceful, dressed in a deep purple palace gown, came forward. A shrewd smile played on her lips; she was the manager of this branch of the Myriad Sounds Pavilion.
"Greetings, young master. Please come inside." She bowed slightly, her voice soft and charming. "These ladies, please take you to a private room for a seat and a cup of spiritual tea."
The female cultivators who had been surrounding Han Xiaoliu bowed politely upon hearing this and left, returning to the entrance to solicit customers.
The middle-aged female cultivator led Han Xiaoliu to an elegantly decorated private room, invited him to sit down, and personally poured him a cup of spiritual tea.
"Young master, what would you like to experience today? Our Miaoyin Pavilion is proficient in all arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, painting, singing, dancing, and playing musical instruments. Would you like to listen to a song or watch a dance? Or perhaps you would like to find a sister to chat with about your cultivation experiences?" Her eyes flickered, hinting at something.
Han Xiaoliu slowly sipped his tea, put down the teacup, gave a knowing smile, snapped his folding fan shut, and placed it on the table.
"Manager Sister," he said in a low voice, but with an undeniable air of authority, "only children make choices. Adults... naturally want it all."
He paused, looked at the female cultivator in charge, and said, word by word, "I want the full range of services."
Inside the private room, mist swirled and incense wafted gently.
The four walls are inlaid with warm jade carvings, and a glass lamp woven from thousand-year-old ice silkworm silk hangs from the dome, casting a soft light like moonlight pouring down.
The ground was covered with South China Sea silk carpet, which was silent when stepped on, yet faintly exuded spiritual energy.
Han Xiaoliu leaned back in a wide chair carved from a single piece of Qingluan wood, his robes half-open, his face languid. He rested his left hand on the armrest, and lazily picked up a Spirit Frost Grape with his right hand, letting the two female cultivators beside him peel the skin with their fingertips and gently put it to his lips.
Both women were dressed in sheer, flowing gowns, their waists slender, their eyes sparkling with allure, yet they dared not overstep the bounds of propriety.
At his feet, two other female priests knelt on a soft cushion, gently massaging and pressing his muscles with their fingers to relax his bones.
They moved extremely quietly, even their breathing was very low, for fear of disturbing the "young master's" interest.
Ahead was a jade stage suspended in mid-air. At this moment, the beaded curtain rustled softly, and the steward sister moved gracefully, followed by twelve beautiful young female cultivators, who filed in one after another.
They stood on either side, their clothes fluttering, their skin as white as snow, like plum blossoms covered in the first snow, or lotus leaves glistening with morning dew.
She was not dressed in worldly finery, but rather in a flowing, wide-sleeved fairy-like skirt woven from celestial silk, with stardust adorning the hem, which shimmered with a faint silver glow under the lamplight.
The neckline was slightly open but not revealing, and the belt was tightly cinched at the waist, highlighting her slender waist. She moved like a willow swaying in the wind, exuding a cool and aloof air.
The manager had dignified features, slightly raised eyes, and held a white jade ruyi in her hand. Her smile was gentle yet shrewd.
She raised her hand and tapped lightly, and a female cultivator carrying a nine-stringed phoenix-tail zither stepped forward, her voice clear and melodious: "These six disciples are all from the Qingyi Pavilion of my Miaoyin Sect. They have studied music, chess, calligraphy, and painting since childhood, and are well-versed in the Tai Su Music Classic. They can play 'Nine Heavens Jade Pendant' and 'Azure Sky Melody.' The other six can also dance 'Lord of the Clouds' and 'Dream of the Jade Terrace.' They are here today to entertain the young master."
Upon hearing this, Han Xiaoliu merely gave a lazy "hmm" and casually glanced at the stage.
His fingers continued to wander over the waists of the female cultivators beside him, the stroking motion never ceasing, as if these beautiful young women were nothing more than a few walking spirit herbs.
The dancer in the back row slowly raised her head, her eyes clear as the moon reflected in a cold pool, her lips pale as cherry blossoms just beginning to bloom.
Their expressions were serene, neither smiling nor speaking, as if untouched by the world's troubles. One of them had a cinnabar birthmark between her brows, which added to her ethereal beauty.
Another person had a white magnolia flower pinned in their hair, which swayed slightly with their movements, causing a slight fluctuation in the spiritual energy in the room—they were both female cultivators in the Qi Refining stage.
The stewardess was secretly delighted: Although Han Xiaoliu was young, he was the future leader personally chosen by the Han family elders. At his age, they were most fond of these pure, slightly shy, and inexperienced yet exceptionally talented young female cultivators. If he took a fancy to one or two and brought them back to his residence, the Miaoyin Sect would be on his side in the future. The task assigned by the elders was about to be accomplished…
Unexpectedly, Han Xiaoliu suddenly frowned, shoved aside the female cultivator feeding him fruit, waved his hand dismissively, and said with undisguised annoyance, "Change the batch!"
He scoffed, crossed his legs, flicked the fruit stains off his clothes with his fingertips, and said with disdain, "Does the Miaoyin Sect have no disciples left who practice seductive arts?"
After saying that, he gestured towards the other person's figure, indicating that he wanted a female cultivator with a voluptuous and domineering figure!
After he finished speaking, the room fell silent.
The twelve female cultivators on the stage had slightly changed expressions, but they still managed to remain calm. Only the girl with cinnabar between her brows trembled slightly, her little schemes becoming useless.