Chapter 17: The Great Secret of the Wind and Moon Pavilion

At this moment, three names were already inscribed on Jiang Fan’s “Great Dao Heavenly Book”: Liu Renyi, Steward Ling, and Steward Wu. This time, Jiang Fan had also earned a considerable amount of silver in the casino overseen by Steward Wu, leaving him feeling quite pleased.

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On the way to the Fengyue Pavilion, Jiang Fan’s stomach emitted a rebellious growl. It suddenly occurred to him that since leaving the Wild Wolf Gang earlier today, he hadn’t had a chance to eat.

“It’s time to eat something. Since that’s the case, I’ll have a meal at the Fengyue Pavilion! I’ve heard that the Fengyue Pavilion not only has beautiful women but also exquisite cuisine, with flavors rivaling those of the Grand Xuan Inn, perhaps even surpassing them...” Jiang Fan smiled faintly. He did not bother changing his attire; he deliberately wore the disciple robes of Old Demon Xu as he entered the pavilion, brazen and unabashed.

The Fengyue Pavilion was situated at the heart of South Peace Street’s second district, in the most bustling area.

However, it was daytime, and the pavilion was sparsely populated. It was expected that the place would come alive only in the evening.

Two young women, tasked with attracting customers, sat by the window on the second floor of the pavilion, listlessly gazing outside. When they spotted the elegant young man approaching, their eyes immediately lit up.

Jiang Fan’s skin was tanned and his figure somewhat lean, yet his features were delicate and refined. Having cultivated the “Qingmu Changchun Technique” to its second stage, his skin had become noticeably smoother, and his appearance more handsome, exuding a lively and spirited aura.

“Hey there, young sir! Come up and have some fun,” one called.

“You look unfamiliar here. Come up and let your sister take good care of you,” the other said with a coquettish smile.

The two beauties, full of charm, cast flirtatious glances at Jiang Fan while greeting him warmly.

“Alright!” Jiang Fan smiled back at the two women, offering no refusal as he entered the Fengyue Pavilion.

Originally, the two women only intended to greet him casually, hoping for some gain, but to their surprise, Jiang Fan agreed immediately.

“Young sir, I’ll come escort you upstairs right away!”

“Count me in too! This young gentleman is quite handsome; your sister will take good care of you,” they chimed together.

The two women swayed their alluring waists and hurried downstairs, as if afraid Jiang Fan might fall into someone else’s hands.

In their eyes, Jiang Fan had become a little lamb, while they were the big wolves.

Soon enough, two women, seemingly in their early twenties, blocked Jiang Fan’s arms on either side, greeting him intimately.

“Young sir, you look unfamiliar; this must be your first time at Fengyue Pavilion, right? Well, tonight, the two of us will treat you for free and make sure you experience the pleasures of a man,” said the woman in green, smiling sweetly with a breath like orchids.

“Don’t rush. I can tell young sir hasn’t eaten yet. Why not have a good meal first? That way, you’ll have the strength for us to serve you properly later,” added the lady in yellow with a playful smile.

“I am a disciple of Xu Xian from the Wild Wolf Gang; money is no issue for me,” Jiang Fan said with some displeasure. “Also, don’t waste your time. Call the pavilion’s top courtesan to serve me wine and food.”

With that, Jiang Fan suddenly exerted force. Against his more than two hundred pounds of strength, the two women were thrown aside effortlessly.

They landed heavily on the ground, eyes full of grievance. The lady in red pouted and coquettishly said, “Young master, the top courtesan requires a hefty sum of silver. Are you sure it’s wise to let me serve you properly?”

“Get lost! Didn’t you hear what I said? I’m a disciple of Xu Xian and not short of money!” Jiang Fan replied coldly, glaring fiercely at the woman in red. “Why aren’t you rushing to bring the best wine and dishes for me? Are you trying to get kicked out?”

“I... I’m going now!”

“P-please don’t be angry, young master! We... we’ll arrange everything for you immediately.”

The two worldly women quickly swayed their supple waists and hurried off to prepare.

Jiang Fan found the best private room on the first floor and waited inside.

Meanwhile, the two beauties went to speak with the pavilion’s madam. After a flurry of chatter, upon learning Jiang Fan’s identity, the madam dared not take any chances. She promptly instructed them to arrange everything for Jiang Fan, then herself hastened to the third floor—apparently to summon the pavilion’s top courtesan.

“This Fengyue Pavilion is truly vast. The first floor must be for dining; the second floor is likely the main pleasure area; the third floor seems to host high-class beauties performing talents—an elite pleasure space; the fifth floor is probably where the real controller of the pavilion resides, namely Steward Chen of the Wild Wolf Gang... But what exactly happens on the fourth floor?” Jiang Fan’s curiosity piqued.

Although the street outside appeared quiet, the first floor already hosted many diners, and occasional enticing sounds drifted from the second floor.

Melodious music floated from the third floor, while the fourth and fifth floors remained shrouded in mystery.

Just as Jiang Fan was pondering, a young woman clad in yellow descended from the third floor to greet him personally.

“I am Xiao Lan. Greetings, young master!” she bowed slightly to Jiang Fan.

“Are you here to take me to meet the pavilion’s courtesan?” Jiang Fan smiled.

He naturally did not believe that this seemingly innocent girl, who appeared barely twelve or thirteen, could be the top courtesan. Otherwise, the pavilion would lack refinement. To him, Xiao Lan was likely a maidservant attending the courtesan.

“You are indeed insightful, young master. Our Miss Miaoyi is still preparing her makeup. Please rest in the elegant room on the third floor. Miss Miaoyi will join you shortly for dinner,” Xiao Lan said with a smile. “This way, please.”

“Very well! I was just about to see how beautiful and enchanting your pavilion’s courtesan truly is,” Jiang Fan replied, politely declining to refuse, and gestured for Xiao Lan to lead the way.

Soon, Jiang Fan arrived with Xiao Lan at a spacious, exquisitely decorated room on the third floor. The air was filled with a pleasant fragrance, emanating from delicate incense burners emitting wisps of pale smoke.

The scent lifted Jiang Fan’s spirits, allowing him to relax fully.

“Xiao Lan, what are the fourth and fifth floors used for?” Jiang Fan asked, reclining comfortably in a wide chair.

“Honorable young master, the fourth floor is a place for guests to unwind and enjoy themselves, while the fifth floor is forbidden to us servants. Only those with sufficient status and identity may enter. Xiao Lan dare not speak beyond this,” she replied promptly.

“A place for guests to enjoy themselves?” Jiang Fan furrowed his brow, then said, “I want to see for myself what this place of leisure entails.”

With that, Jiang Fan rose and headed toward the fourth floor.

Xiao Lan wanted to say something but dared not stop him and quickly followed.

As soon as he arrived on the fourth floor, Jiang Fan was utterly stunned by what lay before him...