146: My reputation of Ninth Mountain is like this? (asking for monthly votes)

Tianxiong Pass, South City.

Twilight gradually deepened into night, with the setting sun casting a dim golden veil gently over the eaves and dougongs of a tall building.

Crimson windows and blue glazed tiles exuded an ancient charm, but the round arched roof added a strong exotic touch.

At this moment, lanterns in the building were lit one after another, their warm yellow glow swaying gracefully in the deepening dusk.

Tianxiang Pavilion, the liveliest tavern in South City.

It offered fine grape wine imported from the Western Regions and delicious delicacies, but what truly made people linger was the exotic dancers who had traveled from afar—fiery, passionate, and full of foreign charm, attracting countless admirers.

Indeed, at this time, Tianxiang Pavilion was bustling with activity, with a constant stream of carriages and horses, and a steady flow of people.

Some were Young Masters dressed in luxurious clothes, entering with their servants in tow, while others were Jianghu figures, leaping from their horses, calling out to friends, and exuding a heroic spirit.

Stepping into Tianxiang Pavilion, the hall was packed with guests, the sounds of music never ceased, and in the central dance floor, colorful sleeves fluttered and skirts swirled.

Exotic singing girls, dressed in vibrant Ni Chang, sang and danced gracefully, their figures lithe and beautiful.

Looking up from the hall, the building was hollow in the center, rising thirty-two stories high, with different rooms on each floor.

Inside, the lights were bright, and there were sounds of clinking cups, lively chatter, accompanied by music, singing, and dancing.

The higher one went, the larger and more luxuriously decorated the rooms became, and the cost of the singing and dancing naturally varied, with mostly influential city elites frequenting them.

It was a scene of lively extravagance!

At this moment, in a room on the twenty-seventh floor, a Young Master angrily smashed a cup.

“Nonsense! Miss Mi isn’t performing these past few days? I’ve been waiting for a long time, what do you mean?”

“Young Master, Miss Mi has been feeling unwell recently and cannot dance. Our Tianxiang Pavilion will send others over, how does that sound?” a young servant with a barbarian braid apologized.

“If she’s not feeling well, she doesn’t have to dance. Just have her come over and drink with me and my friends,” the Young Master in the room said impatiently.

“Sorry, Young Master, I’m afraid that won’t do!”

“Go to hell.” A dull thud was heard as a cup hit a head.

“Has the Young Master calmed down now?” The barbarian servant’s voice remained as usual, enduring the glass shards cutting his face.

“No, this Young Master is very angry right now.”

The Young Master was about to smash another cup when he saw the barbarian servant clap his hands. Then the door opened wide, and several barbarian Hunters, eight or nine feet tall, rushed in.

“These people are causing trouble here, throw them out.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

Then there was a flurry of shouts and fighting. The barbarian Hunters, all with forged bone strength, subdued and expelled the troublesome guests.

Only then did the barbarian servant wipe the blood from his face, grumbling a few words in a foreign tongue. This was not the first time such a situation had occurred to him in the past two days.

“Balu, what exactly is going on with Miyi? I can barely handle it here. With her not performing these two days, too many people are looking for her, and some trouble-makers always cause problems, creating a lot of unnecessary hassle.” The barbarian servant pulled over a strong Hunter and complained.

‘Ayi’ is the tribal term for a woman, and ‘Balu’ is for a man, signifying a warrior.

The Hunter listened, then whispered in his ear,

“To tell you the truth, ‘Young Miss’ won’t let her perform. She suspects she’s being targeted.”

“There’s more to this? Who, can’t even ‘Young Miss’ handle it?” The servant was startled and uncertain upon hearing this.

In the eyes of all the barbarians in Tianxiang Pavilion, ‘Young Miss’ was their heaven.

The barbarian Hunter then whispered something.

The servant was startled.

Meanwhile, in a room on the top floor of Tianxiang Pavilion, the decor was exotic, and the room was filled with a fragrant aroma.

A round bed was placed within, on which a voluptuous beauty lay, her smooth, beautiful back exposed, as she reclined on the large bed covered with soft fur.

Her rounded shoulders, like mutton-fat jade, and delicate skin glowed alluringly in the flickering candlelight. A cascade of dark, slightly curly hair fell like a waterfall, spreading wantonly across the bed.

A few unruly strands playfully fell beside her face, adding a touch of charm and languor.

Her voluptuous curves flowed downwards, extending to her rounded waist, where they were obscured by a thin blanket, revealing a perky curve that invited imagination.

At this moment, the beauty was on the bed, and a pair of hands moved across her smooth back. Following these hands upwards, it was none other than the barbarian dancer whom Chen Yuan had questioned in Tianxiang Pavilion the other day.

At this moment, the dancer was kneading and massaging the woman.

As for the languid woman lying on the bed, she was the owner of this building!

Her tribal people privately called her Ana’er, and externally she was known as ‘Young Miss’.

But her true name was known to few.

An Ge!

“Young Miss, how is this pressure?” Miyi asked cautiously.

“Mm!” A languid sound came from between her strands of hair.

“Young Miss, when can I perform? I heard from the Ayi’s that with me gone, the building has caused a lot of trouble.”

At this, the voluptuous beauty on the bed raised her hand, then with a casual gesture, a piece of brocade flew over, wrapping around her and covering all her charms.

Then she stood up, her light green eyes looking at her subordinate dancer.

“I’m still not at ease. Come here.”

The dancer obediently walked closer to An Ge.

The woman named An Ge, with a faint spiritual light on her hand, thoroughly checked the dancer’s entire body for any hidden Restrictions or marks.

“Young Miss, what is this… for?” The dancer, whose surname was Mi, had a slightly flushed face.

“That Zhonglang General, no matter how I think about it, makes me uneasy. Although there’s no personal vendetta, his methods are cruel, causing heads to roll across the city,” An Ge frowned slightly.

“I don’t know if this person will be overly suspicious and implicate you and me. After all, that Northern Liang retainer escaped from my Tianxiang Pavilion, and according to the information we’ve gathered, this Northern Liang retainer is connected to this unrest.”

“I hope nothing happens!”

“It… should be fine.” The subordinate dancer, hearing this, recalled the hundreds of heads that had rolled and the rivers of blood at the front gate the day before yesterday, and her delicate body trembled instantly.

“Alright, you may go and rest!” An Ge waved her hand.

“Yes!”

The dancer then retreated to the adjacent room.

After the dancer reached the adjacent room, she recalled what “Young Miss” had just said and felt somewhat restless.

After a short while, she suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness overcome her. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she stumbled onto the bed.

Then, she had a dream.

In her dream, a group of male singing girls danced for her. She sat among the seats, drinking and cheering, very happy. But suddenly, those “male performers” vanished like bubbles, and a face abruptly appeared, instantly startling her awake.

That person asked her many questions, and she was terrified, yet she found that no matter what, she couldn’t wake up.

Until, in this dream, “Young Miss”'s voice suddenly came.

“Wake up!”

She then suddenly opened her eyes, her face pale, looking at An Ge, who had appeared in the room at some unknown time with a solemn expression. She couldn't help but embrace her, crying as if her heart would break.

“Young Miss, that person really is targeting me!”

“He said he’ll come for you soon.”

“For me?”

An Ge, hearing this, was first stunned, then her deep-set, exotic features changed.

“What did you say?”

…

As night deepened, Tianxiang Pavilion was brightly lit and bustling, with the sounds of clinking cups, singing, and dancing unending.

Suddenly, a rapid clatter of hooves, growing louder and louder from far away, echoed with a rumbling sound, and shouts of alarm came from outside.

What’s going on?

A commotion arose within Tianxiang Pavilion, with people pushing open doors and windows to look.

They saw hundreds of soldiers and horses heading straight for Tianxiang Pavilion.

When people clearly saw the small flags fluttering behind the soldiers and horses, their faces instantly changed drastically.

“The Ninth Mountain soldiers are here!”

Someone shouted, though it was unclear who.

Instantly, the sounds of doors opening, tables and chairs colliding, and dishes clattering and breaking arose one after another.

The hall, which had been full of guests, vanished in a flash.

Only the still-spinning dishes remained on the tables…

Soon, the soldiers arrived at the entrance of Tianxiang Pavilion. Then, the soldiers spread to both sides, revealing a single person in the middle!

Chen Yuan looked up at the three large characters “Tianxiang Pavilion” written above, then dismounted and stepped into the entrance hall.

Seeing the empty hall, littered with cups and plates, Chen Yuan couldn't help but frown.

Could it be that the Ninth Mountain, which he led, had such a reputation?

Then, he looked up at the hollow central courtyard of the entire pavilion, and with a leap, the air whistled.

The next second, he landed in front of a room door on the top floor!

At this moment, golden light flickered in his eyes, and he pushed his hands forward.

The door opened!

The moment the door opened,

A woman wearing a purple bustier adorned with jewels and agate, enveloped in a golden veil, revealing large expanses of fair skin, gradually appeared with the slowly opening door, revealing her graceful figure.

Her eyes were deep blue like lake water, her nose high, her eyebrows arched, and on her forehead, there was a golden bird mark. A cascade of dark, curly hair fell like a waterfall to her waist.

“This commoner, An Ge, greets the General!”

As the door opened, this exotic woman with water-blue eyes gracefully bowed, her voluptuous figure bending low towards Chen Yuan.

“A commoner? As Chen knows, you are no commoner.”

“Loulan Princess!”

“Or rather, the former one!”

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow at this moment, sizing up this charming exotic woman, and slowly spoke, full of meaning.

Speaking of which, when Chen Yuan drank with the other three Junior General in the afternoon, they mostly discussed official business, talking about the follow-up progress after eliminating the three families. Because during the purge of the three families, some people were not beheaded but were imprisoned in the Sky Patrol Division prison in the Inner City for interrogation.

Among them, a Disciple of Washing Sword Pavilion, in order to survive, said that he had accidentally obtained a clue, and this clue pointed to Northern Liang Prefecture, to a fellow named Assistant Minister Chen!

Chen Yuan immediately thought of the fellow who had escaped with Xiahou Yuan on the day he first arrived at Tianxiong Pass.

So he remembered that after he killed Xiahou Yuan, he questioned a dancer in the room, found that she didn’t tell the truth, took a strand of her hair, and then used this strand of hair to perform the Dream Grafting Divine Ability.

Thus, leading to the current scene!