Reborn as the Novel’s Villain: Cultivation Lost, Female Leads Take Control - Chapter 106

Outside the Spring Fragrance Pavilion

The air froze momentarily after the dashing young man’s declaration.

“What a pity! Such a handsome young man, yet he doesn’t fancy women. Truly a loss for us all!”

“You could’ve said so earlier! Wasted so much of our time.”

“Well, since the young master has… unique tastes, ladies, let’s disperse.”

“Such a rare gem of a young man… What a waste.”

With exaggerated sighs, the courtesans sashayed back into the pavilion, their laughter fading into the night.

The young noble heaved a sigh of relief, just about to leave, when he felt his sleeve still gripped tightly by the madam.

With a slight frown, he asked, “Why haven’t you let go?”

The heavily made-up madam gave a sly smile, her voice dripping with innuendo.

“Master’s preferences are… unique. But fear not, the Spring Fragrance Pavilion prides itself on satisfying all desires.”

The young noble raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? Then tell me, what delicacies does your establishment offer?”

The madam blinked, stunned. “Delicacies? We’re not a restaurant, sir. This is an entertainment venue.”

Hearing this, the nobleman’s expression darkened. With a sharp flick of his sleeve, he freed himself from her grasp.

“No food? Then why waste my time holding me here?”

Angrily, he turned to leave.

But before he could step away, the madam’s face twisted into a sneer, her voice turning shrill:

“Guards!”

Within moments, several burly enforcers emerged, clad in dark attire. They surrounded the young noble, their menacing gazes fixed on him. Each of them radiated oppressive power, with their cultivation no lower than the late Core Formation stage.

The noble narrowed his eyes, turning back to face the madam.

“What is the meaning of this?”

The madam let out a derisive snort.

“Trying to leave without paying? This isn’t a charity. Didn’t you know the rules? At the Spring Fragrance Pavilion, merely seeing our girls incurs a fee. Ten beauties, one thousand superior-grade spirit stones each. Since you’re new, I’ll give you a discount—eight thousand spirit stones.”

The noble’s gaze turned icy, a faint sneer forming at the corner of his lips.

“You’re trying to rob me.”

“Master, the Spring Fragrance Pavilion is known for its fairness and integrity. If you slander us, you may find it difficult to leave White Emperor City alive,” the madam replied, her voice cold and sinister.

“I’d like to see who dares—” the young noble started, only to be interrupted by a sweet yet domineering voice.

“Just a lowly brothel, yet its arrogance knows no bounds.”

A strikingly beautiful young woman descended gracefully from a nearby building, landing in front of the noble. Her gaze was cold, her presence radiating authority.

The madam squinted at her, unfazed.

“And who are you, little girl, to meddle in the affairs of the Spring Fragrance Pavilion? Do you have any idea who supports us?”

“Who?” the young woman asked lazily.

“The Wei family,” the madam sneered, as if that name alone should inspire fear.

“Never heard of them,” the young woman replied dismissively.

The crowd murmured in astonishment. The Wei family was the leading family of White Emperor City. Who could be so bold as to claim ignorance of their name?

In an opulent private box overlooking the scene, a pale-faced young man—Wei Yixiao—was enraged. This was his establishment, and hearing someone insult the Wei family was an affront he couldn’t ignore.

He pushed aside the courtesans at his side and leaped from the window, landing elegantly on the street below.

“Who dares to slander the Wei family? State your name!” Wei Yixiao demanded, his tone icy.

The young woman smiled faintly, her tone playful as she responded:

“Jiang Yaomeng. My elder brother is Jiang Haoyu.”

Thud!

Wei Yixiao collapsed to his knees with a resounding thud, his face ashen, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

This was bad. Very bad.

He had heard tales of Jiang Yaomeng, the youngest daughter of the Jiang family, known for her haughty demeanor and ruthless methods. Her elder brother, Jiang Haoyu, was the Jiang family’s divine heir.

The Wei family, despite being the dominant clan in White Emperor City, was merely a vassal to the Jiang family. In their eyes, the Wei family was no more than a servant.

Wei Yixiao’s heart sank further when he remembered the madam’s earlier insults. She had unknowingly offended a figure far beyond their station.

“You were asking for my name, weren’t you? Why are you kneeling now?” Jiang Yaomeng asked mockingly, her lips curling into a smirk.

“Forgive me! I didn’t know it was you! If I had known, I wouldn’t have dared!” Wei Yixiao stammered, bowing deeply, his voice trembling with fear.

“Never mind,” Jiang Yaomeng waved dismissively, her tone casual. “Ignorance is forgivable.”

Wei Yixiao let out a shaky sigh of relief.

“You may as well end yourself now,” Jiang Yaomeng added lightly, before turning to escort the young noble away.

The crowd gasped audibly, chills running down their spines.

Wei Yixiao’s brief moment of relief turned to despair. His face turned ghastly pale, his knees giving way as he slumped to the ground. He understood: refusal was not an option.

If he didn’t take his own life, the Jiang family would not only end him but also bring disgrace upon the Wei family.

Trembling, Wei Yixiao drew upon his remaining strength, shattering his own core. His body convulsed before disintegrating into a mist of blood, leaving behind no trace of his existence.

The crowd fell silent, a suffocating weight pressing upon their chests.

This was the overwhelming might of an immortal clan—a single word could determine life and death.