Chapter 1612: A Good Place

Another night passed, and another mortal ancient city stood before them.

The streets were bustling with people, vibrant with life and energy.

Chu Xuan, ever curious, continued to look around as she walked. Despite seeing so much along the way, everything still felt new to her.

Today, she was no longer dressed as a woman. She was disguised as a man, her chest flattened by a jade cloth.

Her hair was tied up, and she wore fine silk robes, white jade boots, a jade and gold belt around her waist, and a gleaming jade pendant hanging from it. At first glance, she looked like a young master from a wealthy family.

It had to be said, this outfit, combined with her naturally stunning features, gave her an air of elegance and grace.

Though she appeared as a man, her walking posture seemed feminine no matter how one looked at it, drawing sideways glances from passersby, who looked a bit bewildered.

However, the young women watching had eyes full of admiration. Chu Xuan, dressed as a man, was so handsome it was truly captivating.

"Here, take this fan. It's a must-have accessory for looking cool."

Chu Xuan was puzzled, not understanding why Ye Chen had dressed her this way.

"Watch how it's done." Ye Chen held a paper fan in his hand, opening it smoothly and gently fanning himself.

Chu Xuan tried to imitate him, but she was awkward and felt strange.

"That's it, gently... yes, just like that."

"The motion needs to be slow, and most importantly, it has to look stylish."

"Hold it in your right hand. The right hand adds flair – watch and learn from me."

Ye Chen chattered on endlessly, turning the simple act of fanning into a complete lesson that left Chu Xuan fumbling and confused.

"Let's go, I'll take you to a great place – one that Wulei Cheng definitely doesn't have." Ye Chen grinned slyly and pulled Chu Xuan along.

Before long, they stopped in front of a large pavilion.

The pavilion was grand, with three floors, exuding a strong aura of the mortal world. Even from outside, the scent of rouge wafted out.

From a distance, one could vaguely see graceful women on the second and third floors playing the qin, pouring wine, and striking flirtatious poses.

At the entrance, women in revealing clothes swayed silk handkerchiefs in their hands, cooing seductive lines like,

"Handsome sir, why are you so late?"

"Yi Hong Yuan – what a fine name." Ye Chen tilted his head up, looking at the pavilion's signboard with a knowing expression.

No mistake, this was a Qing Lou – a brothel, or to put it bluntly, a house of pleasure.

This was the "great place" Ye Chen had mentioned. He wasn't wrong – Wulei Cheng absolutely didn't have anything like it, and it never could.

This is why people say Ye Chen has such nerve. Back in the Xuan Huang era, he took his ex-girlfriend to visit a brothel, and today, he's bringing his wife here for some fun.

It's how geniuses like him are made – he's always up to something shameless. That's just the way of Da Chu!

Chu Xuan, standing beside him, looked indifferent but a bit puzzled. What kind of place was this? It seemed lively, but...

"Once we're inside, flirt with a few beauties for me. Tonight, we're counting on them for a good time." Ye Chen instructed.

With that, he dragged Chu Xuan inside, striding in confidently.

"Oh, two handsome sirs, why are you so late!" A group of women at the door, eager for customers, crowded around them.

Mainly because Ye Chen and Chu Xuan were so good-looking – more precisely, Chu Xuan was so strikingly handsome – that everyone was smitten.

Inside the pavilion, the scene was different: incense smoke swirled, creating an ethereal haze, with silk curtains embroidered with orchids hanging everywhere.

For mortals, the decor was luxurious enough, with white jade flooring and lotus flowers planted in the ground, their petals fresh and vibrant.

Looking around, the pavilion was filled with wine tables and people.

Nearby, on lounges, each one had a man reclining, accompanied by one, two, or even more women, looking utterly comfortable, as if they were in paradise.

"Come on, fill it up for me, sir. Serve me well, and there'll be a reward."

The pavilion echoed with such laughter – it truly lived up to being a Qing Lou. If someone said it was just a regular tavern, only a fool would believe it.

"Isn't this a great place?" Ye Chen chuckled and pulled Chu Xuan to a table, then called over two women.

"My wife – cough, I mean, my brother here is a bit shy. Take good care of him." Ye Chen said seriously.

"First time's always awkward, but he'll get used to it!" The two women smiled flatteringly, one on each side – one pouring wine, the other massaging Chu Xuan's shoulders and back. In their line of work, they were all very dedicated.

Handsome men were a pleasure to look at – who wouldn't want to serve one? This was finally their chance to get a good one.

Chu Xuan was a bit stunned and turned her head to look at Ye Chen.

That guy had already turned away, head down and hand over his mouth, his body shaking with suppressed laughter.

Looking closely, he was sneaking laughs, his body trembling from the effort – it was a good thing he was covering his mouth.

Not exaggerating, his sleazy demeanor could sleaze its way out of the galaxy.

Watching this scene, the quasi-emperors of Tianxuan Men all took a deep breath, their eyes full of satisfaction.

Daring to drug his wife and take her to a brothel – who else in the world could pull that off?

His existence just made people question life itself.

Ye Chen was still laughing, looking utterly sleazy, his body shaking uncontrollably.

And even more shamelessly, he was capturing the steamy scenes of men and women in the Qing Lou with his divine sense, sending them one after another to Chu Xuan.

Chu Xuan furrowed her brows slightly, puzzled. Why were there so many men and women together in private rooms? Was it some special holiday?

This isn't a good place at all – that was her definition of the Qing Lou. Ye Chen bringing her here couldn't mean anything good.

Seeing Chu Xuan about to leave, Ye Chen hurriedly followed.

"What's the rush?"

Chu Xuan didn't respond and stepped out like the wind, reverting to her female form.

Ye Chen smirked but didn't stop her. In his hand, he held a memory crystal stone, having already recorded the scenes.

He'd keep this for later – if Chu Xuan ever broke her seal, he could use it to tease her and remind her that they'd visited a brothel together.

He probably didn't know that the quasi-emperors of Tianxuan Men were watching everything, and their palms were itching more than ever.

The two left the ancient city and continued their wanderings in the mortal world.

In the next few cities, Ye Chen kept trying to drag Chu Xuan back to another Qing Lou for a visit – his immortal vision let him see everything live.

But Chu Xuan wasn't fooled anymore. After one time, she stayed far away.

"Let's find a quiet spot where we can chat about life." Ye Chen talked nonstop as they walked, his mouth never stopping.

Chu Xuan, on the other hand, was like a statue – just didn't say a word.

"Don't give me the silent treatment. I'm feeling a bit... hmm?" Ye Chen's words cut off as he suddenly turned his head, looking toward the distant horizon.

There, two streaks of black light were hurtling down from the sky.

More accurately, they were two black eggs, enveloped in dark aura, with lightning tearing through it and a wave of demonic energy.

Their pressure was immense, with quasi-emperor might sweeping across the eight directions, making the heavens rumble and space collapse inch by inch.

Ye Chen's immortal eyes activated, his gaze narrowing into slits.

Though they were far away, he could still sense that familiar, deeply loathed aura: Tian Mo.

"Donghuang Tai Xin, there are Tian Mo invading Da Chu – two quasi-emperor level ones." Ye Chen transmitted via a divine sound stone to Tianxuan Men.

"I see them." Donghuang Tai Xin's voice came through the stone, looking toward the distant horizon through Ye Chen's eyes.

"Move fast." Ye Chen ascended in a single step, rushing straight toward them.

Chu Xuan frowned and followed, her whole body radiating immortal light, the imperial artifact Yu Ruyi trembling with emperor's might spreading across the heavens.

She didn't know what those things were, but the aura from the black eggs filled her with disgust – a hatred from the depths of her soul.

Ye Chen's divine eyes burned like torches, fixed straight ahead, a cold light flashing.

Three hundred years had passed, and his hatred for the Tian Mo grew stronger every day.

It was their invasion that shattered this vast land, burying so many and erasing countless lives.

"These must be from the same batch as the two black eggs that descended on Da Chu back then." Donghuang Tai Xin's voice came from the stone. "Inside the black eggs lie demon monarch-level quasi-emperors."

"If they're from the same batch, why did they arrive three hundred years later?" Ye Chen asked, puzzled. "That's a huge discrepancy."

"Between different realms, even the slightest miscalculation can mean millions of miles. Let alone time – a second's error could mean centuries." Donghuang Tai Xin explained.

"So, these are also demon monarchs under the Tian Mo emperor."

"Since they're from the same batch, they're at the same level as the Tian Mo monarch."

"Then we'll kill them." Ye Chen's words rang with determination, the Emperor Sword Xuan Yuan materializing in his hand, glowing with golden light, like a war god incarnate.