The next day.
Early morning in Mountain Chasing City was bustling with activity.
Breakfast shops had tables almost spilling onto the streets.
Tang Wen and Wu Hao blended into the crowd and entered a breakfast shop.
A few minutes later, their square table was laden with meat porridge, steak, noodles, and side dishes—a full spread.
No one found it strange.
Many of the patrons were Martial Practitioners.
Large appetites were common.
The shop was lively. As Tang Wen chewed his food, he pricked up his ears to listen to the conversations around him:
"Shopkeeper Zhang, are you heading to the Slave Factory too?"
"The new batch is out! I have to go."
"Congratulations on your prosperity, Boss Li. Your brothel has been thriving lately! It's enviable."
"Master Wang, no matter how well my place does, aren't we still selling your Giant Rock's liquor? Why aren't you brewing at home? Are you also going to see the new slaves?"
Giant Rock referred to the Giant Rock Martial Arts School.
One of the five major factions in the outer city.
"Ah, don't mention it. Our deputy master recently developed a new liquor, said to be from an ancient recipe, called Wuliangye. But the grains have to be trampled by feet!"
"What?" The listener thought he had misheard.
His voice was slightly loud, drawing everyone's attention.
The brewer from Giant Rock Martial Arts School explained, "I'm heading to the Slave Factory to buy a batch of clean slaves. I need virgins aged fourteen to sixteen. After buying them, they'll bathe daily and eat vegetarian for life. They'll be the ones trampling the grains."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Wen noticed the expressions of the crowd soften.
The initial confusion, doubt, and disdain upon hearing about the foot-trampling were replaced with approval—this is good, acceptable, no problem.
Jade feet, after all!
Those who understood, understood.
"Master Wang, can I reserve a batch of this liquor?" someone quickly asked.
"Oh~" The crowd turned to look at him.
Their expressions seemed to say, "You've revealed something."
The man who wanted to reserve the liquor hurriedly clarified, "Drinking is an elegant affair, don't overthink it! Elegant, understand?"
He then muttered something incomprehensible.
Inside and outside the shop, laughter erupted, filling the air with a lively atmosphere.
Half an hour later.
Tang Wen and Wu Hao followed the crowd to the entrance of the Huang Family's Slave Pavilion.
They dismounted, and a servant came to take their horses.
At the entrance of the Slave Pavilion was a literal "cash collection" box. Those entering either paid a silver fee or showed their status.
When they reached the door, Wu Hao displayed his Blackwater Gang Commander's token.
Tang Wen followed suit, showing his token.
It's worth noting that while the Blackwater Gang had Deputy Commanders, there were no Deputy Commander tokens.
His token also bore the title of Commander.
"Esteemed guests, please come in."
The greeter at the door called out.
He was unremarkable in appearance, with nothing particularly striking.
Except for his eyes, which occasionally flashed with sharpness.
With just a glance, he could determine the authenticity of Tang Wen and Wu Hao's tokens.
No one dared to deceive him with fakes.
Two maids in green robes stepped forward to guide them to the second floor.
Upstairs, the corridor was designed in a square shape, with small rooms scattered on both sides.
The layout resembled a hotel Tang Wen had seen in his previous life.
In front of each small room stood a display stand with black characters written on white paper.
Curious, Tang Wen glanced at the writing and was instantly thunderstruck!
He stopped in his tracks, frozen in place.
[Chapter One: 16-20 years old, virgin, above-average appearance, skilled in the art of love-making, quantity: 945]
The green-clad maid noticed Tang Wen's distraction and gently guided him to the side of the corridor, making way for others.
"Esteemed guest, this is just the first room."
Tang Wen hadn't fully regained his composure: "There are over nine hundred people in the room?"
"You jest, esteemed guest. There are only ten samples in the room for clients to try."
"Samples?" Tang Wen was taken aback by the term.
People as samples?
The maid smiled sweetly, revealing a row of bright, even teeth, and spoke as naturally as if she were introducing fruits in an orchard:
"If you're curious, why not go in and take a look?"
Tang Wen glanced at Wu Hao, who, since being accompanied by the beautiful maid, had focused his attention entirely on her.
A few words from him had the woman laughing heartily.
Seeing them getting along so well, Tang Wen walked straight into Room One.
Upon entering, he saw ten beds with curtains drawn.
The scent of rhododendrons filled his nostrils.
Tang Wen frowned, holding his breath, as he watched seven or eight curtains sway rhythmically, accompanied by tantalizing sounds.
He instantly understood what was happening.
A middle-aged woman sitting at a table by the door removed her earplugs and greeted Tang Wen: "Beds nine and ten are still available, untouched! Esteemed guest, you may try them."
Footsteps approached, and Wu Hao said excitedly, "Brother, this little lady has got me all fired up. I'll take bed nine."
With that, he hurried forward and lifted the curtain.
"Welcome, sir!"
A soft, feminine voice called out.
Her slender waist and curvaceous figure were accentuated by the cheongsam.
Her face was fair, with large eyes and delicate brows, her lips painted a tempting pink.
She was undoubtedly a beauty, no matter where she was placed.
Seeing the joy in her eyes.
Tang Wen felt a momentary daze.
As the curtain fell, he took a deep breath and immediately headed for bed ten.
How could this be?
How could a woman about to become a prostitute have such emotions in her eyes?
To be happy about becoming a prostitute?!
It was absurd.
At bed ten, he lifted the curtain.
A fragrant breeze greeted him.
A young woman with a lovely face and a fine figure happened to look up.
Their eyes met for a moment.
In her eyes, a faint light shimmered.
Undoubtedly, it was a sign of joy.
Tang Wen's brows furrowed deeply.
"Sir, please sit. Let me help you undress."
Her delicate, jade-like hands pressed against his chest.
"You seem happy to see me."
Tang Wen grasped her slender wrist, his eyes fixed on her watery gaze.
The woman smiled: "Of course, sir, I'm happy to see you."
"Even if it means going to a brothel, serving countless men day and night."
The woman blushed: "Someone as clumsy as me can't do anything well. I can't learn martial arts, nor can I master music, chess, or painting. All I can do is serve others.
Otherwise, wouldn't I be useless in this world?"
She spoke with complete candor.
Suddenly, Tang Wen understood: these women's minds had been twisted.
In simple terms, they had been successfully brainwashed.
Thus, they accepted their fate willingly, even seeing it as their life's purpose.
"What if I hit you?" Tang Wen applied slight pressure.
Red marks appeared around the pale wrist he held.
"Sir, please hit me gently, okay? I'm afraid of pain."
"Damn it!"
Tang Wen let her go.
The woman rubbed her hands and continued to undress him.
Tang Wen's thoughts were in turmoil: this woman also had emotions, but her values were completely twisted.
He turned to leave, but suddenly felt a chill in his chest.
This woman had indeed been trained; she was very skilled at undressing.
Looking into the woman's flickering eyes, his anger subsided, and he felt inexplicably irritated:
"Forget it! Come with me!"
"Huh?"
Tang Wen pulled the tenth woman out.
The middle-aged woman at the door was unwilling: "Esteemed guest, this is against the rules! You've tried her, and we don't charge you, so you can leave. But you can't take her with you; she's a sample."
This behavior was like taking a test drive without notice and going on a trip.
"How much?" Tang Wen directly asked the maid in green.
The latter hesitated for a moment: "Fifteen hundred taels."
"No! No! She's not for sale!"
The middle-aged woman spread her arms, blocking the door.
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