Chapter 49: Junior Brother?! I Didn’t Expect You…

Before long, fine wine and good food were brought to Luo Xing and Hong An’s private room, along with a dozen or so beautiful women of various appearances.

These women, slender and plump, graceful in bearing, flooded into the private room with smiles like flowers, filling the entire room like a hundred blooms vying for attention.

This vibrant and seductive scene filled the confined space with an ambiguous atmosphere.

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on?” Hong An frowned at the leading woman.

“I only told you to bring wine and food, why did you call these people in?”

The woman was startled at first, then seemed to understand something. Waving her handkerchief, she said flatteringly, “Oh my~ it’s my fault indeed. I thought the two young masters had traveled far and were weary, so I arranged a few sensible girls to relieve your fatigue~”

As she spoke, she raised an eyebrow.

“Then... if the young masters are not satisfied, should I have them leave?”

They were all thousand-year-old fox spirits—why bother with these charades with her?

“Ah, forget it, forget it.” Hong An waved his hand, putting on a helpless expression.

“Since it’s your kindness, I’m not one to refuse, but only this once, never again.”

“Yes, yes, yes~ oh ho ho~”

Luo Xing lowered his voice and asked Hong An, “Senior Brother, did you learn this from storybooks too?”

Hong An shook his head slightly.

“No, my master taught me this.”

Luo Xing did a tactical lean back.

“Your master taught you this?”

‘Wasn’t it said that his master was a noble and virtuous gentleman?’

“My master said,” Hong An shrugged.

“To be a gentleman, when faced with someone’s goodwill, one must first decline before accepting.”

Luo Xing: “...”

‘Isn’t that just being a hypocrite?’

With Hong An’s approval, the women immediately pressed in with round fans, pipas, and other items, smiling sweetly as they introduced themselves. It was just “My name is Xiao Lan,” “My name is Xiao Hong,” “My name is Xiao Qing,” “I am Wang...” and so on.

Of course, Luo Xing was no exception...

Faced with a vast expanse of white flesh, Luo Xing’s eyes were almost dazzled.

But whether it was because of the [Scent] skill, he could clearly smell the heavy makeup and worldly aura on these women. A strong physical discomfort made him frown...

He subconsciously recalled the cool, faint fragrance from Ye Li... He quite liked that scent...

And the looks of these women...

“Junior Brother? What’s wrong?” Hong An, already holding two beauties, laughed at Luo Xing.

“Don’t tell me you’re not satisfied with any? Then change the batch!”

“No... it’s not that...” Luo Xing snapped back to reality.

“It’s just that I... um...”

Tsk...

‘Weren’t we supposed to come here to stop thinking about Ye Li all the time?’

‘Why am I thinking of her again?’

But the physical discomfort from the smell made it hard for him to speak...

‘Maybe just pick anyone...’

Just then, Luo Xing’s eyelid twitched. He sensed a fresh, faint fragrance appear in the air.

Luo Xing turned his head and saw a girl in plain clothes, taking advantage of her slender build to squeeze beside him and pour tea.

That scent was exactly what this girl was emitting...

“I’ll take her then.”

As soon as he said that, the room fell silent. The girl, still in the motion of pouring tea, stared at Luo Xing with a look of shock and daze.

Even Hong An couldn’t help but look at him with surprise...

“Junior Brother? I didn’t expect you to...”

Luo Xing: “...”

‘I didn’t! I didn’t! Don’t misunderstand...’

“Uh... this young master...” The woman’s smile remained but her face showed some difficulty.

“Maybe you could pick another one? This...”

“Enough, enough. Let it be.” Hong An wasted no words and directly threw a low-grade Spirit Stone to her.

“All of you, get out.”

Just now he was worried that if Luo Xing didn’t choose, it would be hard to drag him into this. Now that he had chosen, everything was fine.

At least if the master found out, he could sell out Luo Xing without any guilt.

The woman took the Spirit Stone and joyfully led the other women out of the room, leaving only the two women Hong An had chosen and the girl Luo Xing had selected.

The unselected women all shot jealous glances at the girl.

“A piece of swan meat had fallen, and this toad had snatched it!”

“Why?”

“Just because of her little bosom!”

...

“Young Master~ come, have some wine~”

“Mm~ very good!”

“Young Master~ would you like to hear a song? This servant just learned a new one~”

“Very good! Play one!”

...

Who knows if it was from reading too many storybooks or natural talent, but Hong An, though it was his first time, quickly got into the swing of things, chatting and laughing with the two women.

And the two women had been told by their “Madam” before entering that these two young masters were cultivators.

Cultivators! They were the cream of the crop. Not to mention, if they casually gave some pills or spirit stones, the women could change their fate.

So now they were doing everything they could to please Hong An.

And on the other side...

Luo Xing took a sip of tea and glanced sideways at the plain-clothed girl beside him.

She was now huddling timidly to the side, trying hard to lower her head as if she wanted to bury her face in her chest and curl up into a ball.

Luo Xing: “...”

‘Am I that scary?’

He was sure he had no special fetish. The reason he chose her was not only that her scent didn’t cause him physical discomfort, but more because of the experience points he had farmed from her...

[Scent: 3/10]

Just now, after smelling this girl’s scent, he had gained one experience point, but he really didn’t know why...

This skill was derived from [Tea Art]. The previous two experience points had also been gained from smelling tea fragrance, so he naturally assumed that the experience points for this skill were all related to tea.

But he never expected...

‘What is so special about this girl?’

“Ahem... um...”

“Ah!”

As soon as Luo Xing spoke, the girl was startled, her body trembling, then she looked up at him in fear.

Only then did Luo Xing get a clear look at her face.

The girl had a lovely face; though still childish, her features were delicate, enough to be called a beauty in the making.

The only flaw was that she was too thin, her complexion and lips slightly pale as if from illness, clearly malnourished.

“Don’t be nervous...”

“Y-Young Master! Drink some wine!”

Still not giving Luo Xing a chance to speak, the girl frantically poured him wine, but perhaps from fear and nervousness, her hands trembled, spilling the wine.

Luo Xing found it both funny and sad. Did he look like some perverted uncle with weird hobbies?

“I don’t drink, you...”

“Ah! Young Master... please eat some food!”

“I’m not hungry, you...”

“Young Master, you...”

“Stop!”

Bombarded by this string of “Young Master,” Luo Xing’s head ached, and he had to call out for her to stop.

The girl froze, then looked at Luo Xing with teary eyes, her voice trembling with fear: “Y-Young Master... I... I... um...”

“I’m not going to do anything, you don’t have to be afraid.” Luo Xing smiled wryly and pinched his brow.

“Just sit down.”

He regretted it a bit. He should never have come...

‘What was he thinking?’

‘How could he think these women could compare to Ye Li?’

‘What gave him that illusion?’