Chapter 1677: Learning from Experience

Chapter 1677: Learning Experience

Outside the small garden, Qin Mengyao, who had already left, doubled back. She squatted down by the wall, pulling a mirror from her robe. This was the Xuanji Mirror, a divine tool specially for peeping, and she had sneaked back to catch a glimpse of the steamy scene unfolding inside.

It was her first time, after all—she wanted to pick up some experience for future use. As she thought about it, she couldn't help glancing over her shoulder. She wasn't the only one here to spy; Zhao Yun was with her. Zhao Yun hadn't wanted to come—he'd been dragged along and wasn't allowed to leave. She insisted on pulling him in to watch the live show together.

"You're just asking for trouble!" Zhao Yun clicked his tongue, staring at Qin Mengyao as if she were some kind of phenomenon. What a character she was. This girl was incredibly bold, sneaking back for a peek and coming fully prepared.

"Why are you just sitting there? Don't waste your youth." Qin Mengyao ignored him, focusing on the Xuanji Mirror and mumbling to herself. In the mirror, the scene from the small garden was displayed clearly. Ye Chen and Chu Ling weren't in a hurry, but she was getting impatient. Watching something like that, and this woman didn't even blush?

"Oh, a fellow enthusiast!" A chuckling voice rang out as nine figures swooped down one after another, lining up neatly. Zhao Yun glanced over and raised an eyebrow—he knew them all. They were the nine Ming Jiang under Qin Guang Wang, all nine of them, and they'd come as a team. How could they miss out on something like this? They were crazy about those kinds of scenes.

They all wanted to see if the specialty from Yan Luo's first hall was as intense as rumored—that kind of action must be earth-shaking and full of energy. But they hadn't expected to find Zhao Yun here. As a man, that was fine, but when they saw Qin Mengyao, they got a bit uneasy.

"We know you—the one who beat Ming Jue before."

"You're pretty impressive, kid! You took down the Ming Emperor's disciple."

"Didn't realize you were into this too. Great minds think alike."

The nine of them gave Zhao Yun a quick look, then squatted down by the wall in a perfect row, each pulling out a small mirror. Well, look at that—all of them had Xuanji Mirrors, top-notch gear.

Zhao Yun couldn't help but twitch his mouth, his expression turning quite entertaining. With these nine plus Qin Mengyao, that made ten Ming Jiang in total, all up in the middle of the night instead of sleeping, teaming up for a peep show. And they all had their own divine tools—it made him feel out of place. Clearly, this wasn't their first rodeo.

"You little troublemaker, always up to no good. Why aren't you staying home like a good girl and sneaking around here?" Lei Ming Jiang scratched his ear.

"And who are you to talk?" Qin Mengyao shot the nine of them a disdainful look, completely unfazed. So what if she was watching?

"Our nine brothers here are pretty capable. Want to chat about it after the show?"

"Get lost." Qin Mengyao waved her hand, swatting them away with a single slap.

Zhao Yun couldn't bear to watch anymore and turned to leave. What a waste of a night—everyone was just fooling around, and he had better things to do.

Outside the garden, everything was set, but inside, it was dead quiet. Ye Chen and Chu Ling were still sitting there, not saying a word. Who would be on top, who on bottom—who cared if the bed held up?

The more Chu Ling thought about it, the redder her face got. She was the Shen of the Naihe Bridge, for heaven's sake! How could such strange thoughts pop into her head? Her sense of modesty made her cheeks burn, and she wished she could crawl into a hole. This was too embarrassing.

"Didn't give you any wine, so why's your face all red?" Ye Chen chuckled, his eyes fixed on Chu Ling's cheeks.

"Mind your own business." Chu Ling stood up, glared at Ye Chen, and stepped into the room, her flush spreading to her neck.

"Probably thinking about something dirty." Ye Chen shook his head, patted his behind, and casually followed her inside. Soon, a clattering racket came from the room, like robbers ransacking the place—tables, chairs, pots, pans, everything smashed to pieces.

It wasn't long before Ye Chen came flying out, kicked out the door. Oh boy, Qin Mengyao and the others watched with wide eyes. The mighty Huanggu Ming Jiang, who had crushed even the nine-hall Ming Jiang, was getting thoroughly beaten by the Naihe Bridge Shen. How awkward.

Ye Chen looked disheveled, clutching his waist. It was indeed embarrassing. It wasn't that he hadn't fought back—he just couldn't beat Chu Ling. Who knew she had a Zhundi Weapon inside her? God only knows who gave it to her—it was incredibly powerful. A Zhundi Weapon wasn't a joke, and after a few exchanges, he was out the door, landing in a spectacularly dramatic pose.

This scene was just like back at Hengyue Sect. Back then, Chu Xuan had no memories and a fierce weapon in her, and he'd ended up getting a good beating when he tried to hold his wife and sleep.

"Embarrassing." Ye Chen wiped the blood from his nose and headed straight for the garden outside. Since he couldn't get into Chu Ling's bed, he'd find some fun elsewhere. And that fun would be with those ten Ming Jiang out there.

Did they really think he was blind? Their hiding skills were terrible, and if they wanted a live show, he'd make sure to entertain them.

Before long, nine figures were sent flying out of Guicheng. In his foul mood, Ye Chen had temporarily confiscated all their treasures—not a single one left. As for Qin Mengyao, he went easy on her, just adding a seal or so—nothing major, maybe a hundred or so.

"I'm just passing by—I didn't see anything." Qin Mengyao forced a laugh, caught red-handed and feeling pretty awkward.

"You've got Zhao Yun, the handsomest guy around. Why aren't you doing something productive instead of sneaking peeks? Is this fun?"

"First time, you know—I don't get it, so I need to learn some experience!" This girl spoke with utter conviction, making her voyeurism sound almost elegant.

"Learn experience? Why didn't you say so earlier? Come on, bro's got a great spot for you." Ye Chen waved his hand and dragged her off.

The Guicheng at night was quiet but had its lively spots. Those were the places men loved—their paradise, especially buzzing at night.

"Where are you taking me?" Qin Mengyao glared at Ye Chen.

"A place you'll love." Ye Chen grinned.

With that, he picked up the pace, moving quickly. Qin Mengyao struggled, but she couldn't break Ye Chen's seals—over a hundred of them. He was really going all out.

Soon, Ye Chen stopped at a grand pavilion. It had three floors, thick with the scent of worldly pleasures. Even before entering, you could smell the rouge in the air. From a distance, you could see graceful women on the second and third floors playing instruments, pouring wine, and striking seductive poses.

At the entrance, women in disheveled clothes waved silk scarves and cooed, "Handsome, what took you so long?"

"There we go." Ye Chen smoothed his hair.

No doubt about it—this was a Qinglou, basically a brothel, or to put it bluntly, a house of pleasure. The underworld had them too, and business was booming. From little ghosts to Ming Jiang, they all came, using merit or Ming Stones as currency.

Ye Chen was thoughtful enough to change Qin Mengyao into men's clothes, so she wouldn't be recognized and cause a scene.

"Ye Chen!" Qin Mengyao was furious, her voice sharp and piercing, her beautiful eyes sparking with fire.

She had every right to be mad—this was a once-in-a-lifetime scumbag move. A dignified Ming Jiang, dragged to a brothel. If word got out, she'd be famous, right up there with Ye Chen and Zhao Yun as the hottest in the underworld.

"Learning experience is the fastest way here," Ye Chen said meaningfully. "Eighteen kinds of skills, all available—guaranteed to be useful."

"Still calling yourself a Ming Jiang? Have any shame, you rogue?"

"I don't like hearing that. You weren't shy when you went peeping. This place is right up your alley."

As he spoke, Ye Chen added another seal, covering her mouth to stop any nonsense once they were inside.

"Oh, gentlemen, you're finally here!" A group of women at the door crowded around, not recognizing Ye Chen and Qin Mengyao—thanks to Ye Chen's secret technique hiding their appearances. He was always reliable like that.

And Qin Mengyao in men's clothes? She looked strikingly handsome, the kind that turned heads.

That was why so many women flocked to her. Good looks were eye-catching, and if not, they'd even pay for the pleasure.

"This brother of mine has no experience—make sure to take good care of him."

Ye Chen pulled out a storage bag, generous as ever, even covering Qin Mengyao's expenses for the night.

"First time's always rough, but the second will be smooth." The women surrounded Qin Mengyao, admiring her handsome face.

Qin Mengyao was speechless, her eyes blazing with fury. A brothel? Seriously? She might be a bit wild, but she still had her pride.

"Learn well—I paid for this, so take it seriously." Ye Chen waved and watched as she was led inside.

With that, he chuckled and walked away. Behind him, Qin Mengyao was swallowed up by the women. Her powers sealed, she was like any ordinary person—no chance to fight back. They ushered her in for a lively night.

Whether she learned anything tonight, this experience would be unforgettable—thanks to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen, on the other hand, was relaxed, carrying his wine flask back to the small garden. Speaking of brothels, he had quite the history with them. He'd taken Ji Ningshuang there in the Eastern Wilderness, Chu Xuan in the Great Chu mortal realm, and now he was sending another one.

It was a great spot—money didn't come easy, so he always supported the business. He was nothing if not generous about that.

Back in the small garden, it was silent, with only the cold wind blowing. Ye Chen crept to the window and peeked through the crack. Chu Ling was already asleep, peaceful as could be. Pregnant women were always tired, just like back at the Naihe Bridge.

Ye Chen was on his best behavior, gently pushing the door open. He wasn't up to anything improper—Chu Ling was pregnant, so that was off-limits. But holding her while they slept was fine.

As for the little one in her belly, that kid was full of energy. When Ye Chen looked at her, the baby was giggling away, all chubby and adorable.

"Keep laughing, and when I find your real dad, I'll kick him to kingdom come."