Chapter 215
Chapter 215: True Colors Revealed
The woman in the black gown let out a cold laugh and said mockingly: “Want me? Only if you’re someone who can catch my eye.”
She turned her gaze toward Li Mu Sheng, her eyes crinkling into deep wrinkles at the corners, smiling slyly: “At our Hundred Fragrance Pavilion, we have not only lovely young ladies but also handsome young lads. If you prefer, paying with your own body is also acceptable.”
Hearing this, the scar-faced man exploded with anger, cursing loudly: “What nonsense! Now you’re picking and choosing!”
But he still retained some rationality, knowing well that this woman wasn’t someone he could provoke easily. He didn’t dare rush forward and slap some sense into her, despite wishing she would take a good look at herself.
At this moment, Li Mu Sheng glanced briefly at the woman in black, raised an eyebrow, and remarked: “Your taste isn’t bad, but you’re so old and yet dreaming of nibbling tender grass. Do you have no sense of shame at all?”
Then, pointing casually toward the Hemp Robed Elder beside him, Li Mu Sheng added: “One more thing. Didn’t we clearly say earlier that this old man here wants all the star beauties of your Hundred Fragrance Pavilion? Listen carefully—I said all of them. You’ve only brought six here. Do you think that’s appropriate?”
Upon hearing this, the woman in black fixed her eyes on Li Mu Sheng. Her smile did not fade as she replied slowly: “I rather like spirited young men. However, the other three top beauties are entertaining honored guests from Fallen God Peak. Tonight, only these six beauties are available—not one more.”
“Each beauty costs a thousand gold. Altogether, that’s six thousand gold, not a single coin less—whether you accept or not.”
Her words were neither soft nor harsh, but they carried unquestionable authority.
The scar-faced man trembled violently, gripping the armrests of his soft chair tightly. He had come to Hundred Fragrance Pavilion without even touching a woman’s hand, yet now faced losing six thousand gold for nothing. Even death wasn’t as humiliating as this.
Suddenly, Li Mu Sheng turned toward the Hemp Robed Elder, saying lightly: “Old man, as I’ve said before, at your age, you should be bold and fearless. Don’t you have any thoughts about this situation?”
Before the elder could answer, the Pink Clad Girl cut in coldly with a small, icy face: “You created this mess yourself. Why should we clean it up for you?”
Then, seeming to recall something, the young girl suddenly broke into a mischievous grin: “I think this madam clearly has eyes for you. Worst comes to worst, you stay at Hundred Fragrance Pavilion as payment. You probably won’t die, but you might suffer greatly.”
Li Mu Sheng chuckled softly, stroking his chin: “Quite knowledgeable for someone so young. But you’re mistaken about one thing. If I ever use my body as payment, it won’t be me who suffers—it’ll be the ladies here.”
As soon as he spoke, the scar-faced man and Hemp Robed Elder were stunned, while the woman in black’s eyes lit up brightly.
“Damn it, anyone can boast!” The scar-faced man ground his teeth. He couldn’t fathom why Li Mu Sheng still remained so calm, seemingly without a care, even on the brink of disaster.
However, soon afterward, his expression shifted, grasping at sudden hope. He leaned urgently toward Li Mu Sheng, whispering expectantly: “Young Master Li, you’re actually rich, right? Six thousand gold is nothing to you, isn’t it?”
The scar-faced man recalled how formidable Li Mu Sheng’s followers had been when they’d first met. Surely, this meant Li Mu Sheng’s status was extraordinary—perhaps wealthy beyond imagination.
But Li Mu Sheng merely glanced at him, crushing his hopes instantly with: “You’re overthinking it.”
At those words, the scar-faced man’s newly ignited hope flickered and died completely. His face grew pale and desperate, and grabbing his own head fiercely, he shouted at Li Mu Sheng: “Then you must have some other way out, otherwise, why are you acting so arrogantly?”
“Please! If you have the power, just kill everyone here! This is pure torture—not even letting us enjoy ourselves a bit before we die. Are these people even human?”
Li Mu Sheng’s eyelids twitched slightly, while the scar-faced man slumped back in his chair and angrily slapped himself across the face.
No matter how strong one was, antagonizing Fallen God Peak in Hundred Refinement City was undeniably a death sentence. He’d momentarily lost his senses, hoping Li Mu Sheng could solve this. He’d be better off contemplating how to die a little more gracefully once Hundred Fragrance Pavilion made their move.
At this moment, after some quiet consideration, the Hemp Robed Elder looked toward Li Mu Sheng and said cautiously: “Young master, if you truly have a plan, please give this old man some assurance. If not, I must prioritize leaving while I still can.”
Li Mu Sheng remained composed, waving a dismissive hand: “Given the situation, if you can really leave now without regret—without even enjoying a bit—that only proves your extraordinary mental strength. Then I won’t hold you back.”
The Hemp Robed Elder narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. Beside him, the Pink Clad Girl tugged insistently at his sleeve, clearly urging him to leave immediately.
However, after giving Li Mu Sheng a deep, probing glance, the old man leaned back comfortably into his fur-lined cushion. He turned toward the six beautiful Hundred Fragrance Pavilion ladies in the hall, leisurely stroking his beard: “Young ladies, come pour this old man some wine.”
At this sight, the Pink Clad Girl’s mouth dropped open in shock, rendered speechless.
But upon hearing the elder’s words, the scar-faced man was invigorated, immediately revealing his brutish nature again, yelling excitedly toward the beauties: “Yes, yes! Come pour wine! Hurry up and sit on this great lord’s lap!”
He’d personally witnessed the Hemp Robed Elder’s martial prowess before—deeply powerful and mysterious. Earlier, when Li Mu Sheng had seemingly forced him upstairs, he had felt the old man was no righteous gentleman. The elder’s true intentions had been unclear until now.
Now, seeing Hemp Robed Elder finally reveal his true colors—proving himself to be just like him—the scar-faced man felt hope. With the elder’s martial strength, perhaps they could hold their ground a little longer. If so, he might still seize the chance to enjoy himself at least once, rather than die here without having done anything.
Within the brightly lit, luxurious hall, the six lovely beauties remained unmoved. Clearly, they had no interest in the Hemp Robed Elder or the scar-faced man.
At this time, the woman in black carefully observed the Hemp Robed Elder. She sensed distinctly that this old man before her was quite unusual. Yet again, anyone daring to stir trouble at Hundred Fragrance Pavilion must indeed have a few tricks up their sleeve.