Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation CHAPTER 105

  

Mo Dao Zu Shi 

 CHAPTER 105

Hatred (Part Eight)


Lan XiChen, ā€œSect Leader Jinā€¦ Could you give us a full explanation?ā€
Jin GuangYao said nothing. His knuckles turned white.
Wei WuXian, ā€œLooks like Sect Leader Jin doesnā€™t want to say it.ā€ He raised his hand and a naked female corpse immediately appeared beneath it. Wei WuXian put his palm atop her head, ā€œBut just because you donā€™t say it, do you think I wonā€™t find a way to know?ā€
Just as he entered Empathy, before he even opened his eyes yet, Wei WuXian found himself surrounded by an intense aroma of rouge and powder. A coquettish voice came out of his mouth, ā€œā€¦ Her? She wants to marry, of course. She was over twenty when she met the man. At such an age, sheā€™d lose her popularity in just a few years. And so she had to bear a son knowing sheā€™d be scolded. She just wanted to get out, after all. But then again, the man had to have wanted the son.ā€
He opened his eyes. What he saw was a wide hall that could be described as beautiful. About a dozen round tables rested within the hall, a couple of clients and fair-looking women sitting at each. Of the women, some showed their shoulders, some wore unfastened hair, some sat on the customersā€™ laps, some fed wine to others. All of their expressions seemed sweet and drunken.
It was clear what this place was at first glance.
Wei WuXian thought, So the one who got burned to death in this Guanyin Temple is a prostitute. No wonder all those ghouls were naked. They were probably all prostitutes and clients.
One of the clients chuckled, ā€œA son is a son, after all. Did the man not want him?ā€
The woman, ā€œShe herself said that the manā€™s a big shot from a cultivational sect. Then he must have many sons in his house. Nothing is cherished that isnā€™t rare. Could he have cared about this one outside? She waited and waited and nobody came to get her, and so she could only raise him herself, couldnā€™t she? Itā€™s been fourteen years since.ā€
A few of the clients asked, ā€œA big shot? Did such a thing really happen?ā€
The woman, ā€œOh, why would I lie to you about something like this? Her son is running errands for us right now. There, thatā€™s the one.ā€ The woman twisted her waist, waving at a boy holding a tray, ā€œXiao-Meng! Come here!ā€
The boy did as he was told and walked over, ā€œAnXin-jie*, whatā€™s up?ā€
TN: -jie is the female alternative of -xiong.
All at once, Wei WuXian understood everything.
The clients scrutinized Meng Yao with judging eyes. Meng Yao asked again, ā€œAm I needed for something?ā€ 
AnXin grinned, ā€œXiao-Meng, are you still learning those things lately?ā€
Meng Yao paused, ā€œWhich things?ā€
AnXin, ā€œThe things your mom wants you to learn, things like calligraphy, etiquette, swordsmanship, meditationā€¦ How are those things going?ā€
Before she even finished, the clients began to chuckle as if they found something to be funny. AnXin turned around, ā€œDonā€™t laugh, Iā€™m telling the truth here. His momā€™s raising him as a young master of a wealthy family. She taught him how to read and write, bought him all those swordsmanship pamphlets, and even wants to send him to school.ā€
The client exclaimed, ā€œSend him to school? Did I hear wrong?ā€
AnXin, ā€œNo! Xiao-Meng, tell these young masters. Youā€™ve gone to the library before, havenā€™t you?ā€
The client, ā€œIs he still going?ā€
AnXian, ā€œNah, he came back just a few days later. He wouldnā€™t go again no matter what. Xiao-Meng, do you not like studying or do you not like the place?ā€
Meng Yao didnā€™t say anything. AnXin giggled, poking a finger painted bright red at Meng Yaoā€™s forehead, ā€œLittle one, you angry?ā€
She pressed quite hard. A light, red mark appeared in the center of Meng Yaoā€™s forehead, almost like a shadow of a vermillion mark. He touched his forehead, ā€œNoā€¦ā€
AnXian waved her hands, ā€œEnough, enough. Weā€™ve got nothing for you. You can go.ā€ Meng Yao turned around. Before he walked a few steps, she picked up something from the table and coaxed, ā€œHereā€™s a fruit for you.ā€
Meng Yao turned around and the emerald fruit hit his chest, falling to the ground and rolling away. AnXin complained, ā€œWhy are you so slow? Canā€™t even catch a fruit. Hurry and pick it up. Donā€™t waste it.ā€
Meng Yao curved the corners of his mouth. He should be fourteen already but, perhaps because he was unusually small, he seemed to be only twelve or thirteen. It was extremely uncomfortable seeing such a smile appear on his face.
He bent down slowly, picked up the fruit, and wiped it on his clothes, his smile even deeper, ā€œThank you, Sister AnXin.ā€
AnXin, ā€œNo worries. Go work hard.ā€
Meng Yao, ā€œCall me if you need me.ā€
After he walked away, one of the clients commented, ā€œIf my son were at such a place, Iā€™d take him back no matter what.ā€
Someone else followed, ā€œHis father was really a big shot from a cultivational sect? Shouldnā€™t it be more than easy to buy a prostituteā€™s freedom and give her some money to raise her son? Itā€™s only the lift of a finger.ā€
AnXin, ā€œYou canā€™t believe everything this woman says, can you? No matter what, that big shot only exists in her words. In my opinion, it mightā€™ve just been a well-off merchant before she exaggerated so muchā€¦ā€
Suddenly, someone screamed. The sound of cups and saucers shattering on the ground came from the second floor as a guqin crashed down, smashing to pieces as it hit the center of the hall. It scared the wits out of the people enjoying themselves at the nearby tables. AnXin had also almost tripped, yelling, ā€œWhat happened?!ā€
Meng Yao cried, ā€œMom!ā€
AnXin looked up. A burly man dragged a woman out of a room by her hair. AnXin tugged the client beside her, whether nervous or excited, ā€œSheā€™s at it again!ā€
Meng Yao rushed upstairs. Covering her scalp, the woman tried her hardest to pull her clothes up her shoulders. As she saw Meng Yao run over, she hurried, ā€œI told you not to come upstairs! Go down! Go down this instant!ā€
Meng Yao went to peel away the clientā€™s hands as he received a kick in the stomach and rolled down the stairs, causing a wave of exclamations.
This was the third time Wei WuXian saw him roll down flights of stairs from a kick.
With a loud scream, the woman had her hair pulled by the client again, all the way until she was dragged downstairs, stripped, and tossed onto the street. He spat on her naked body, cursing, ā€œHags do nothing but haggleā€”an old whore thinks sheā€™s fresh meat!ā€
Panicking, the woman lay prone in the center of the street, scared to get up. With one move, everyone would see everything. The passersbys on the street were both astonished and thrilled, lingering as they pointed with glinting eyes. The doors to the brothel were also cramped with the women inside, chuckling as they told the story of the poor old woman to their clients just like AnXin did. Only one of the ladies squeezed through the doors. She took off the gauze robe that was so flimsy to begin with, revealing half of her full, snowy breasts enwrapped by a crimson slip, her waist was exceptionally thin as well. She was more than eye-catching and everyone hurried to take a look at her. 
The lady spat, cursing, ā€œKeep on looking, you bastards! Do you have the right to look at someone like me? With each look you gotta payā€”whereā€™s the money?! Come, whereā€™s the money?!ā€
As she cursed, she reached out and asked the bystanders for money. The crowd dispersed somewhat, and she threw the robe she took off onto the woman, the two of them staggering into the main hall. She scolded as she walked, ā€œItā€™s been so long since Iā€™ve told you to change things up. Whatā€™s the pride for? Youā€™ve had your lesson, huh? Remember it next time!ā€
Wei WuXian thought, The woman somehow looks a bit familiar. Where have I seen her before?
The woman whispered, ā€œA-Yao, A-Yaoā€¦ā€
From the kick, Meng Yao wasnā€™t able to get up for a long time, still lying on the ground. The lady grabbed one with each hand and dragged away both mother and son. 
A client beside AnXin inquired, ā€œWhoā€™s the pretty one?ā€
AnXin spat out two sunflower seed shells, ā€œA famous vixen. Sheā€™s quite scary.ā€
Someone sighed in disappointment, ā€œThis is the talented Meng Shi from back then? How did she end up like this?ā€
AnXin switched up a grin, ā€œShe sure did. She was set on bearing a child. Could a woman keep up her looks after she gives birth? If not because she could manage to live off her past name of being ā€˜talentedā€™, there might not be any who comes to her. I say itā€™s all because of the books.ā€
A client showed his deep understanding, ā€œOf course. Those whoā€™ve touched ink always have that inexplicable pride with them. They donā€™t want to give up the notion.ā€
AnXin, ā€œIf she could feed herself with the books sheā€™s read, then I wouldnā€™t be saying anything, but itā€™s just a gimmick to attract men after all. Iā€™m gonna be blunt hereā€”weā€™re all bitches, and youā€™re better just because youā€™ve read some books? Whatā€™s the pride for? Not only do the people outside look down on her, do you think our other sisters here like her either? The clients here sometimes choose to see a young maiden keep up her modesty as a change of pace but whoā€™d pay for an old, ugly one? Itā€™s long since her fame dwindled. Everyone knows, and sheā€™s the only one who doesnā€™t understandā€¦ā€
At this point, someone patted AnXin from behind. As AnXin turned around, she saw the lady from back then stand behind her, raising her hand to slap. With a pah, AnXin took the slap. She was blank for a moment before she raged, ā€œYou whore!!!ā€
The lady, ā€œYou whore!!! Chit-chatting every single dayā€”does that tongue of yours have nothing else to do?!ā€
AnXin screamed, ā€œThe fuck does what I say have to do with you?!ā€
The two women fought on the first floor of the hall, using both their nails and their teeth, pulling on each otherā€™s hair as they cursed with ā€œIā€™ll cut apart your face sooner or laterā€ or ā€œnobody will want you even if you give him money.ā€ The vulgarity of their words were almost intolerable to the ear. 
Many of the prostitutes came to stop them, ā€œSiSi! Stop it!ā€
SiSi? Wei WuXian finally realized why he felt familiarity when he saw the ladyā€™s face. If seven or eight scars criss-crossed over the face, wouldnā€™t it be SiSi, the woman who came to Lotus Pier to expose the secret?!
Suddenly, he felt a wave of heat crash into his face. The entire hall had at once sunken into an ocean of fiery red. Wei WuXian immediately pulled himself out of Empathy!
As he opened his eyes, Lan WangJi asked, ā€œHow was it?ā€
Lan XiChen spoke up as well, ā€œYoung Master Wei, what did you see?ā€
Wei WuXian drew in a breath to calm himself before replying, ā€œIā€™m guessing that the Guanyin Temple was where Sect Leader Jin grew up.ā€
Jin GuangYao remained collected. Jiang Cheng, ā€œWhere he grew up? Didnā€™t heā€¦ā€ He was just about to say ā€˜didnā€™t he grew up at a brothelā€™ when he suddenly understood as well, ā€œThis Guanyin Temple used to be a brothel. He burned the place down and built a Guanyin Temple on top of it!ā€
Lan XiChen, ā€œYou really started the fire?ā€
Jin GuangYao, ā€œYes.ā€
Jiang Cheng laughed coldly, ā€œYouā€™re acknowledging it quite well, arenā€™t you?ā€
Jin GuangYao, ā€œAt this point, is there any difference between one thing more and one thing less?ā€
After a moment of silence, Lan XiChen asked, ā€œWas it to remove the traces?ā€
Although many knew that LianFang-Zun grew up at a brothel, through all these years, nobody knew which exact brothel he was from. This was quite strange indeed. Everyone understood that LianFang-Zun was pulling the strings behind the scenes but not many would have expected that he burned down the whole place at which he was born and grew up.
Jin GuangYao, ā€œNot entirely.ā€
Lan XiChen sighed and didnā€™t continue. Jin GuangYao, ā€œArenā€™t you going to ask me why?ā€
Lan XiChen shook his head. A moment later, he spoke, but without answering the question, ā€œIn the past, it was not that I did not know what you did, but that I believed you had your reasons behind doing them.ā€
He continued, ā€œBut, you have done too much. And Iā€¦ no longer know if I should believe you.ā€
Fatigue and disappointment sunk heavily into his tone.
The storm raged on outside. Wind seeped through the slit between the templeā€™s doors. Amid the shrill wails, Jin GuangYao suddenly collapsed onto the ground.
Everyone paused in surprise. Wei WuXian, whoā€™d just confiscated the sword at his waist, was surprised as well. Weakly, Jin GuangYao began, ā€œBrother, Iā€™m sorry.ā€
ā€œā€¦ā€ Hearing this, even Wei WuXian felt embarrassed for him. He couldnā€™t help from saying, ā€œUm, I mean, letā€™s fight nicely instead of talking. Canā€™t we just fight?ā€
His face changed just like that, and his legs gave out just like that. There was no dignity or whatsoever. Lan XiChenā€™s face was a mixture of emotions as well. 
Jin GuangYao continued, ā€œBrother, youā€™ve known me for many years. No matter what, you know how I treat you. I no longer want the position of Chief Cultivator, and Iā€™ve completely destroyed the Stygian Tiger Seal as well. After tonight, Iā€™ll be travelling to Dongying without returning ever again. For the sake of this, let me live, wonā€™t you?ā€
Travelling to Dongying, in simpler terms, would be to make a run for it. It sounded quite shameless but Jin GuangYao had always been known for flexibilityā€”if he could soften, heā€™d never face steel with steel. With its forces, the LanlingJin Sect could surpass just a few sects, but if all of the sects joined together to crusade against it, walking the paths of the QishanWen Sectā€™s destruction, it was only a matter of time. Compared to lingering until then, it was much better to retreat this moment to lie low and conserve energy. In the future, there might be a chance to make a comeback and rise again.
Wei WuXian, ā€œSect Leader Jin, you said the Tiger Seal had been completely destroyed. Could you take it out for me to take a look at it?ā€
Jin GuangYao, ā€œYoung Master Wei, the restored version isnā€™t the original one after all. Thereā€™s a limit on how many times it can be used. Itā€™s become completely useless already. Besides, you know best just how much dark energy it hosts. Do you think Iā€™d carry with me a piece of scrap thatā€™s lost its use and could only bring disaster?ā€
Wei WuXian, ā€œI wouldnā€™t know. Perhaps you could find another Xue Yang?ā€
Jin GuangYao, ā€œBrother, every word of what I say is true.ā€
His tone was more than earnest. Ever since he captured Lan XiChen, heā€™d indeed been treating him with respect. At this point, Lan XiChen wasnā€™t able to turn against him yet. He could only sigh, ā€œSect Leader Jin, I have already said, when you went your own way to scheme such havoc at Burial Mound, that there was no longer the need to call me ā€˜Brother.ā€™ā€
Jin GuangYao, ā€œWhat happened at Burial Mound was an accident, a mistake. But, I canā€™t go back anymore.ā€
Lan XiChen, ā€œWhat do you mean you cannot go back?ā€
Lan WangJi frowned slightly, his voice cold, ā€œBrother, do not engage in excessive conversation with him.ā€
Wei WuXian reminded him as well, ā€œSect Leader Lan, do you remember what you said to Sect Leader Jiang? Donā€™t spend too long talking to him.ā€
Lan XiChen knew as well just how much Jin GuangYao could do when he opened his mouth. But whenever he heard there might hidden reasons, he just had to hear it. This was exactly what Jin GuangYao aimed at. He lowered his voice, ā€œI received a letter.ā€ 


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