Chapter 5123 — The Thousand Blades Sect
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Shuiheng City, a small yet rather prosperous coastal city. By every measure Shuiheng stood on an entirely different plane from other cities, yet it was famous for one thing above all, and that was the very root of its prosperity: escort girls.
This was the national stronghold of escort girls and the playground of the upper class. Hiring streetwalkers was the way of bumpkins; once one truly reached a certain tier, one inevitably sought out escorts. In beauty and bearing alike, they were far beyond the reach of ordinary working girls—and of course, so were their prices.
The Shuiheng Tower, a landmark building of Shuiheng City, was a heaven within heaven. Those who came and went here were invariably rich or noble. Only the very top tier of escorts was fit to attend here; ordinary people could not even get through the front door.
Yet on this day, the top floor of the Shuiheng Tower was reserved entirely by a wealthy young heir, and he had but one guest—a man in red who appeared to be in his twenties or thirties.
"Young Master Yu, it's been so long since you've been here—what's brought you around today? You didn't even call ahead so we could dress up a little!" Several escort girls in exceedingly skimpy attire pushed the door open with giggles, each one alluring or demure or sultry or cute—top-tier looks rarely seen in the outside world, dazzling to the eye.
"Why are you girls so slow? You kept us waiting several minutes. Hurry over and apologize to Brother Jing!" Young Master Yu beckoned, then turned to the man in red with obsequious courtesy. "Brother Jing, what do you think of these few?"
The man in red leered at the escorts, nodding and shaking his head by turns. "Not bad, not bad—but still a little lacking."
"Still lacking?" Young Master Yu blinked, then watched as the man in red ran his hands all over the girls yet seemed left wanting more, and comprehension dawned. "Got it. I'll call a few more over."
The escorts were sharp-eyed women all; seeing how deferential Young Master Yu was to this man in red, they knew he must be someone of enormous standing, and at once grew all the more solicitous, cooing, "Where is Brother Jing from?"
"The Thousand Blades Sect." The man in red pulled the women into his arms with a grin, fondling them freely, the very picture of a starving ghost in heat.
"The Thousand Blades Sect? Where's that? Never heard of it. Brother Jing, you didn't just make up some place to tease us, did you?" The escorts laughed and played along, yet were thoroughly perplexed.
The man in red laughed heartily. What he said was no invention—his name was Jing Taiyang, and he was an expert of the Thousand Blades Sect from the Primordial Alliance. The Thousand Blades Sect had always been strict in its rules, and within the Primordial Alliance he had never had the chance to get close to women. Now that he had finally made it to the secular world, he was naturally determined to indulge himself to the fullest. By chance he had come to know Young Master Yu, and thereafter came here.
The lap of tender beauty is the tomb of heroes. Having tasted the intoxicating delights of women, Jing Taiyang grew all the more unrestrained, and he even ignored the summons issued by his sect. In his view, so long as he made it back before the Primordial Passage closed, all was well—and before that, he simply had to enjoy himself to the fullest. (To be continued.)