Chapter Forty-Nine: February Wind Brings Chill

As long as she performed well, though she couldn't possibly slaughter the beast horde, self-preservation would be no problem at all.Just now, she almost died!>Thinking of this, she took out two golde...If Jiang Wang knew that the leader of the Nine Great Demon Lords was now in seclusion in Wuhui Valley, Chen Guo,

Perhaps he would have more thoughts on the human demon's attack on Qingyun Pavilion and the rampage at Shun'an Prefecture, but he didn't.

So he didn't think that there would be any variables in Yonguo's attack on the reef.

In his view, the fall of Jianguo was a foregone conclusion.

The first demonic cultivator was in the No Return Valley. This fact wasn't just unknown to Jiang Wang.

Neither the upper nor lower levels of the Yong nation knew anything about this.

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Governor Yao Qi, responsible for handling the destruction of Qiongting Pavilion, provisionally classified this incident as: Nine Great Demon Lords coveted an ancient inheritance within Qiongting Pavilion and launched a surprise attack while Wei Ning was away from Shun'an Prefecture.

After Feng Ming was found and informed about the "Blood of Balance," Yao Qi became even more convinced of this guess.

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However, the Nine Great Demons seem to have some sort of understanding with Chen Guo, and Chen Guo's power should not be underestimated.

Of course, all of these things are currently unrelated to Jiang Wang.

He, at this moment sitting in a high-end bar in Wanguo, only had some inexplicable miscellaneous things.

For example, the original temple of Tian Shen seemed to have very loose rules. The priests could even drink alcohol and visit brothels. In comparison, being a monk was much harder...

And the name of the "Three-Point Fragrance Tower" also caused him a momentary daze. He recalled the days when he had shared wine and laughter with Zhao Rucheng, Du Yexu, and others, recalling... that red figure.

He could have easily cut through all this clutter, but before this journey once again took him away, he allowed himself a brief indulgence.

The terrifying pressure he had endured for so long was unimaginable to ordinary people. He had almost never allowed himself time to relax, perhaps the peaceful and tranquil atmosphere of his country had subtly infected him.

For some reason, I suddenly felt like checking out the Three-Fragrance Tower here.

So he got up and went to see the Three-Fragrant Tower here.

Lifting the thick curtain of the sake shop, a gust of cold wind hit him in the face. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation, then continued walking outside.

Head held high, spine straight, sword in hand, steps firm.

Though February's winds bring spring, they still carry a chill, blowing like frost against the face.

The scent of a thousand houses is spread all over the world, and it's not an exaggeration.

In the ruins of Fenglin City, once the domain of the Zhuang Kingdom, there stood a renowned brothel known as "San Fen Xiang Qi Lou" – the best in the land. Even in the grand city of Linzi, a similar establishment existed, ranking only below the four most celebrated pleasure gardens.

From west to east, tens of thousands of miles, the San Fen Xiangqi Lou seems to be everywhere. Such a coverage is astonishing.

It is already a powerful force in its own right. If it were to be unified, it would likely be comparable to any sect in the world.

But Jiang Wang knew clearly that every San Fen Xiang Qi Lou in the world had one fundamental principle—to never involve the extraordinary.

Just like the four famous academies in Qi, there are powerful figures behind them. The four academies themselves also have extraordinary martial arts masters stationed there. However, Sanfenxiang Building has never had an extraordinary cultivator stand on the stage. It always avoids getting involved in local political disputes and only does "pure" brothel business.

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This is the foundation upon which the Sanfenxiang fragrance building expanded rapidly and spread throughout the world.

Everybody knows that the submerged part of the Sanfenxiangli Building must be formidable, but no one knows just how powerful. Perhaps this is a self-preservation tactic, keeping people guessing about its depths and deterring them from acting rashly.

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Of course, the "open to the world" Three Fragrance Building was not without its obstacles. At least in the northern region, there wasn't a single branch of the Three Fragrance Building. It is said that this was because the master of the Three Fragrance Building offended a powerful figure from the Mu Kingdom, leading to a ban on establishing branches in the north.

The rumors may or may not be true, but it is indeed a fact that the Sanfen Xiangqi Lou stops at the northern border.

The three-story incense tower in and of the country is only about three stories high, probably to cater to the architectural style here. The pavilions are connected and occupy a vast area.

The bed was extremely warm, and the air was filled with a pleasant, not cloying, scent of talcum powder.

Inside is more like spring than outside.

In the old madam's attentive greeting, Jiang Wang said casually: "I want a seat with few people, good wine, and a good voice."

The madame's smile was dazzling, of course not because Jiang Wang was handsome or rich.

No matter who it was, she could smile so brightly: "This way, my lord!"

No matter how old she is, she can still call him "sir."

A pair of jade arms, a thousand people pillow, half a vermilion lip, ten thousand people taste.

The passion of the brothel, Jiang Wang wouldn't take it to heart.

He didn't come for a beating, there's no need to go into the room.

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I sat down in a tatami room separated by a plum blossom screen, listening to the clear and melodious singing from afar.

Let memories gradually emerge.

You, Cheng, are the most frequent visitor to these places.

But Jiang Wang knew, Zhao Rucheng didn't really like it.

Zhao Ruocheng had seen his share of beauty—women with delicate fragrances and appearances as alluring as flowers. He had grown tired of it all. Whenever he appeared, countless young maidens and wives would clamor to get close to him, yet he never truly fell for any of their charms.

He just wanted to numb himself, seeking a dazed satisfaction in the monotonous numbness of day after day.

The wine has arrived, served by a gentle and graceful young woman.

Jiang Wang waved his hand, took the wine pot himself, flipped the cups, and filled two.

He gestured with his finger, pouring a glass of wine for the girl.

"Please have a drink."

He said, "Let's just enjoy ourselves."

The girl wasn't surprised. In a brothel like this, you find all sorts of people: those seeking pleasure, those with hideous faces, those with countless oddities...too many to count.

"If you have anything to ask, please command me."

After all, the one spending the money is the master. The guest can do as they please. She took a small sip and sat quietly on the side, listening to the music.

Jiang Wang didn't bother with her, first filled a cup for himself, and poured another.

Just as the cup was half-full, a man with an overpowering scent of alcohol squeezed his way over.

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Hands propping up his body, he looked down at Jiang Wang.

"Hey, customer..." The serving girl stood up to stop him.

But he was stopped by someone raising their hand.

The serving girl glanced at the jade pendant on his waist, and then sat down silently.

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Jiang Wang continued to pour wine, filling the cup before gently raising his eyes. He recognized the person immediately - it was the young man he had seen at the sake shop earlier, the one who resembled a priest from the former temple of the Heavenly Gods.

That, however, was not the case with the martial arts clad man who had accompanied him.

"A friend from afar has come, doesn't he intend to pour me a cup" he said, looking at Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang poured himself a glass of wine and then gently set the winepot down.

The silver-plated heron beak flask lay still on the table, a silent answer.

The newcomer leaned forward slightly, projecting an intense sense of pressure.

“Are you following me” he asked.

“Don’t misunderstand. I’m just a passerby.” Jiang Wang said, “I happened to hear you talking about the Sanfenxianglou, so I came to take a look.”

We talked so much, yet you only heard about a three-point incense building.

"Only the Sanfenxiang Building is more interesting," Jiang Wang said.

“Hahahahahahaha.” The newcomer laughed, and the atmosphere at the entire table seemed to ease as well.

“To the benevolent, one sees benevolence; to the wise, one sees wisdom. You might find a man who lives in a three-story building with a faint scent intriguing.”

"Perhaps." Jiang Wang said, "I've explained what I needed to. You're being very rude right now. Is there anything else"

"You don't know who I am" the man frowned, a sense of arrogant authority in his tone: "Be advised, I have a temper."

Jiang Wang looked at the nobleman, who was clearly of high status and power, with no change in expression.

He just said, "I'm not in a good mood!"

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