Chapter 1 The Business of Y嘯 Hall

During the day, business at Yangxiao Hall was still booming.

Not to mention the chefs An Qisheng had hired, even the errand boys were exhausted, their legs aching.

What happened yesterday had already become the talk of the town today.

The appearance of Demonic Sect people in Nanliang City – did this mean that the Soul-Seizing Demonic Art was very likely in Nanliang City?

Therefore, not only martial artists from Nanliang City, but also many from nearby counties, had rushed over after hearing the news.

Gradually, the sky darkened, and the three red suns all fell towards the western mountains, as night was about to fall.

An Qisheng, who had been circulating his internal energy in the backyard all day, now went out.

The main street where Yangxiao Hall was located was the most prosperous place in Nanliang City. Even though it was already evening, there were still many people, making it very lively.

An Qisheng strolled along unhurriedly.

Before long, he had passed several streets, turned into an alley, and a wide-open space appeared before him.

At this time, the sky was already dark, but this slightly remote street had become the most lively place in Nanliang City.

It was a huge, six-story building.

Red lanterns hung from the towering, winding corners of the roof, along with many colorful ribbons and wind chimes.

A night breeze blew, the wind chimes jingled, and the ribbons danced in the wind.

A faint fragrance of rouge could be smelled in the air.

At the main entrance, where a gilded signboard hung, several short men with wrapped hair were bowing and scraping, welcoming guests.

Night had fallen, and where in Nanliang City could there be a more lively place than this?

"Drunken Moon Tower..."

An Qisheng stroked his white beard and walked towards the Drunken Moon Tower.

The Drunken Moon Tower was the largest money pit in Nanliang City.

Entering once, not even to mention hiring a girl, just drinking wine required money that ordinary families could not afford.

Usually, the Drunken Moon Tower was not this lively.

In fact, the arrival of these martial artists had benefited the Drunken Moon Tower the most.

"Yo~ Old man, at your age, you're still coming here?"

Someone passing by saw An Qisheng and couldn't help but exclaim.

With his refined essence and restrained energy, An Qisheng looked a little better than the average old man, but he still looked old and frail.

"Old man, take it easy."

Some people joked.

"Cough, cough!"

An Qisheng coughed lightly, ignored the few people, and came to the Drunken Moon Tower.

Whether it was on Earth or Xuanxing, he had never been to a place like this in his two lifetimes, and he was a little curious.

"Yo~ Old man, what's this?"

The pimp at the door was also taken aback. It was the first time he had seen a customer so old.

Judging by his age, he must have had five generations under one roof, and he still had the mind to come to this place?

Could only say, men are men?

"Is there anything else to do here?"

An Qisheng put on a straight face.

"No, no, please, please?"

The pimp's face stiffened, and he quickly nodded and bowed, carefully inviting An Qisheng in.

At the same time, he winked at a middle-aged woman not far away.

The middle-aged woman floated over with a sickening smell of powder.

According to the rules, she should have leaned on the guest, but An Qisheng looked too frightening, and she was afraid that leaning on him would crush him to death on the ground. She stopped in front of him.

"So, it's you, old Daoist priest."

The middle-aged woman covered her mouth and chuckled.

She had recognized An Qisheng.

This was not surprising. Nanliang City had only tens of thousands of people, and entertainment was scarce. The story of An Qisheng killing those bandits had already spread.

And this brothel, along with restaurants, was known as the place with the most well-informed news, so it was not surprising that she knew him.

"Not welcome?"

An Qisheng glanced at her deeply.

This woman's aura was extremely well hidden. Even he could not detect the aura of internal energy in her body, but she did not have the means to hide her qi and blood. Her physique, pulse, breathing, and heartbeat all betrayed the fact that she possessed martial arts.

"What are you saying?"

The middle-aged woman laughed heartily: "An old tree blooming in spring is also a beautiful story!"

Having recognized An Qisheng, she naturally knew that this old Daoist priest seemed to have a lot of money, so naturally, she would not push the guest away.

She just had to warn those little sluts to be careful later, lest they crush this old guy to death on the bed...

Of course, the thought only flashed through her mind.

It was said that this old Daoist priest had practiced martial arts for decades, and he might not be as old and frail as he looked. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to kill those bandits.

"Heh~"

An Qisheng twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling a little itchy in his fingers.

"I heard that the Drunken Moon Tower can dispel worries with money, I guess it's true?"

An Qisheng coughed lightly and said faintly.

"That's right, that's right."

The middle-aged woman observed his expression, immediately stopped teasing, and whispered:

"It's your first time here, old man, so you probably don't have anyone you like? Then, I'll find a few for you, and you can take a look?"

As they spoke, they had already entered the Drunken Moon Tower.

The Drunken Moon Tower was decorated only in pink, with a seductive meaning, and the fragrance of powder in the air made people feel itchy.

"Mm."

An Qisheng nodded.

"Then, old man, do you like them plump or slender?"

The madam asked.

"Plump ones, slender ones, call them all up, the more the better."

An Qisheng said meaningfully.

For several months, he had become quite familiar with Nanliang City. There were not many places he had not been to, and there were not many people he had not seen.

If those Demonic Sect people were lurking in Nanliang City, then the Drunken Moon Tower was the most likely place.

'Tch! Didn't see that this old bastard is such a horn dog!'

The madam cursed in her heart, but smiled on her face: "Then this money will be a lot, oh."

"Money?"

An Qisheng did not have mind-reading skills, but he roughly knew what the madam was thinking. With a flip of his wrist, a silver note was revealed.

"Five hundred taels?"

The madam's eyes lit up.

As the saying goes, five taels of silver can last a year. Five hundred taels of silver, if saved, is enough for a hundred families to eat and clothe themselves for a year.

This was not a small amount of money.

"Oh, old Daoist priest, you are so generous."

The madam's heart melted. With these five hundred taels, she even wanted to do it herself.

"If I'm satisfied, there's no shortage of silver. If I'm not satisfied, not even a tael."

An Qisheng flipped his wrist and put away the silver note.

"You can rest assured."

The madam gritted her teeth and led An Qisheng to a room.

She told him to wait a moment, and went out to find girls.

........

On the sixth floor of the Drunken Moon Tower, a figure flashed past, opened a window, and slipped in.

The room was decorated in a quiet and secluded style, rare for its lack of any rouge and powder. A trace of musk floated in the room.

"Pfft!"

As soon as the figure landed, he pulled down his mask and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood splattered on the floor, reeking of stench, which even the smell of musk could not cover.

"Yun Dongliu!"

The hoarse voice was full of hatred.

"Senior brother, you seem to be badly injured."

Behind the carved dragon and painted phoenix screen, a gentle and soft voice sounded.

"Yun Dongliu's Heroic King Demon-Slaying Saber is average, but his Myriad Waves Surging Palm is extraordinary. I was caught off guard for a moment and suffered a loss..."

The man in black said, coughing up another mouthful of foul-smelling blood, his gloomy face now pale.

Behind the screen, in front of the bronze mirror, a petite girl in a white soft silk dress, with rosy lips and bright teeth, was lightly smearing rouge, making her red lips even more moist:

"To think that Bian You, the sixteenth disciple of the Red Sun Dharma King, actually lost to the disciple of that old geezer Yun Haitiantian. If Master knew, he might peel your skin alive!"

"Bai Xian'er!"

The black-clothed man's body trembled, his face unsightly: "If you hadn't insisted on eating the food from Yangxiao Hall, how would Yun Dongliu have discovered our traces? Old Liu wouldn't have died! And now, you're mocking me?"

"It is said that the food from Yangxiao Hall is first-class, so if I didn't taste it, people would always be a little unwilling."

The screen turned, and Bai Xian'er walked out with a smile.

Her body seemed very soft. As she walked, her body swayed, which was quite pleasing to the eye.

Long eyelashes lightly covered her clear eyes, and she said softly:

"So, not only did you lose to Yun Dongliu, but you also failed to bring back the food?"

Bian You's face twitched, and he reached out and took off the bag from his waist and placed it on the table, gritting his teeth:

"The food you wanted!"

The man in black was very afraid of this girl. Although he was extremely angry in his heart, he did not dare to say much else when facing her.

"Seems not bad."

The girl sniffed it, and with a slight wave of her hand, the bag on the table was torn open as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.

"Unfortunately, it's all rotten."

Looking at the few slightly mixed dishes, the girl lost her appetite:

"Senior brother, how many times have I told you, no matter what kind of delicacies, as long as they are mixed together, there is only one name for them, swill!"

"Eat it or not!"

Bian You's face twitched even more violently.

"What's that sound, so noisy?"

Bai Xian'er frowned slightly, took a few steps, came to the window, and looked down through the crack.

The movement seemed to be coming from the second floor.

........

"Too much meat on the cheeks, big nose, and thick lips. It's okay to be an appetizer, but not for drinking with!"

"Broad shoulders and round waist, a good material for being a wet nurse, but not for drinking with me!"

"Hips as fat as a vat, the door is too narrow, and I'm afraid she can't even sit on a stool!"

"Four feet tall, and the waist circumference is probably also four feet up and down. It's strange that this meat grows horizontally. Performing on the street can earn more than this!"

"The bottom is thin and the top is thick, such a freak is rare..."

.......

"Hahaha!"

"Haha! Old Daoist priest, are you here to find a celestial being?"

"Who cares what she looks like, cover her with a quilt, and aren't they all the same?"

"If they're all the same, what are you doing at the Drunken Moon Tower? You might as well sneak into the horse farm on a dark and windy night, and you can save a lot of silver in a year!"

Outside an open box on the second floor, many guests were gathered in a group, laughing out loud every time they heard a comment from the old voice inside.

They only felt that this old Daoist priest was quite interesting.

And the faces of several pimps and the girls who were commented on were as black as the bottom of a pot, trembling with anger.

"No! Not good either!"

The madam led a few girls out, feeling a headache.

She had been thinking about earning those five hundred taels of silver, but now she couldn't wait to slap that venomous old bastard to death.

Four feet tall and four feet around, is that even human?

"There are a full forty-seven people with internal energy... This Moon-Worshipping Tower is indeed a demon den..."

In front of the screen, behind the round table, An Qisheng held up his wine glass and drank it all:

"It's time to go. Let Yun Dongliu do this deal tomorrow. I'm so old, I'd better not fight anymore... Huh?"

"An expert?"

As his thoughts turned, An Qisheng put down his wine glass imperceptibly and looked outside the door.