Brothel Manager 2 :Path of DUAL CULTIVATION

Late Night…

Mo Han and Fatty Lambu finally returned from the bustling night markets of Green Jade City.

Fatty Lambu dragged his feet like a tired bull, his round face drooping with disappointment. "Brother Han… the stores in this city are more poisonous than snakes. Even a rotten melon costs two spirit stones! And did you see that spiritual crab meat? It waved at me… like it knew I couldn't afford it!"

Mo Han calmly walked ahead, hands behind his back, looking completely unbothered. "That crab probably sensed danger. You looked like you were ready to boil it alive with your breath."

Fatty clutched his stomach dramatically. "Forget meat. Even normal dumplings are treating me like an outsider! My heart is bleeding… not from hunger but humiliation!"

Mo Han chuckled faintly, shaking his head. "Next time, bring some spirit stones that's heavier than your stomach."

Fatty sighed deeply. "Brother Han… why was I born in a world where stones determine everything?"

"You were also born with a big stomach. The heavens are fair. And, don't worry. After tomorrow's auction, we will also get rich."

As they reached the glowing gate of the Khan Family Auction Pavilion, both halted as their eyes caught a large golden wood board at the front. A fresh cloth note had been hung, adorned with golden borders. At the top, in bold brush strokes, it read:

"Khan Family Biannual Auction – Official Item Listing"

"Let's see," Mo Han muttered as they stepped closer.

Fatty Lambu immediately began reading out loud, as if it were the menu of a restaurant.

"Item 1… 'Frozen Petal Mystic Robe', mid-yellow grade defensive treasure. Item 2… 'Six-leaf Soul Fire', a sealed flame-type herb. Item 3… 'Iron Lotus Pill'—whoa, I heard these pills make your bones hum!"

Mo Han's brows lifted slightly. "That pill is used to reinforce bone marrow during breakthrough stages. Very rare."

"Item 4… Item 5…" Fatty continued to read, eyes bulging wider and wider. Every item seemed to belong in a royal vault or ancient temple.

When they reached item number 13, Fatty stopped and turned to Mo Han with a gasp. "Here! Number thirteen… 'Spear of Whistling Wind – High Yellow Rank Technique with Movement Attributes. Donor: Anonymous.' That's you!"

Mo Han gave a slight nod. "So they kept it anonymous. Smart."

Fatty slapped his thigh. "Senior Brother! If anyone knew it was yours, the price might double! But still… it made the official list. That means it's valuable!"

Then Fatty's eyes wandered further down the list. His excitement paused.

"Hmm? The top three items… it just says…"

The two stared together at the final entries:

Item 3: ??? (Mysterious Item, Sealed until Final Segment)

Item 2: ??? (Confidential – Identity of Seller Classified)

Item 1: ??? (Precious…!)

Mo Han frowned slightly. "They're hiding the best for the end. Classic auction strategy."

Fatty scratched his head. "What could be so special that even the name isn't shown? Is it a Heaven-ranked pill? Or maybe a divine beast egg?"

Mo Han didn't answer immediately. Instead, he stared at the parchment in silence for a moment.

Finally, Fatty mumbled with a dreamy expression, "If I had ten thousand spirit stones… I'd buy that Soul Fire and a lifetime supply of those glazed spirit buns. My mouth would never know hunger again."

Mo Han snorted. "If you had ten thousand spirit stones, your stomach would declare war on your lifespan."

Fatty nodded with a sad face. "Worth it."

Just then, a servant girl walked past them carrying fresh ink and scrolls. She paused and bowed lightly.

"Young Masters, the pavilion will open early at dawn. Private rooms are being prepared. Please return to your quarters."

"Come on. Let's sleep. Tomorrow, we need to start our return journey." Mo Han said as he walked inside.

Fatty grinned. "Before that, we celebrate with roasted golden duck and flaming dumplings!"

Mo Han smirked. "Stop dreaming and move. The duck can wait."

The two of them walked inside, disappearing into the warm-lit corridors of the pavilion, while the mysterious item list fluttered behind them, catching the cold night wind like a whisper from fate. Cоntеnt prеsеntеd by МV|LЕМР|YR.

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Twin Mountain… Mid-Point before reaching the Pink Blossom Tree…

Dust rose behind the vehicle as two servants, Chan and Lin, stood on the backboard, staring anxiously at the road ahead.

"Any sign of him?" Lin asked with a frustrated look.

Servant Chan squinted into the distance, his hand raised to block the sun. "Not a shadow. You think our young master was kidnapped by bandits?"

Lin snorted. "Please. If I were a bandit and saw Young Master Ron Lee's mouth, I'd pay him to leave."

They shared a dry laugh, but deep down both were growing nervous. Now it has been 9 days since their young master disappeared.

Suddenly, as they crossed the foothills of the Twin Mountains, they spotted a figure stumbling on boulder.

A young man… sleep-deprived… with wild hair, torn robes, and what looked like… lipstick marks all over his face and neck.

"Should we stop?" Chan asked, wrinkling his nose.

Lin took a good look. "Nah, just another failed rogue cultivator. Poor soul looks like he lost a bet with the wrong brothel."

They began to speed past the figure without a second thought when—

"Chan, you idiot!!"

The voice cracked like thunder behind them.

Both men jerked to a halt. Chan turned slowly, eyes widening in horror.

"That voice…" he whispered.

They both looked again—and finally recognized the disheveled beast before them.

"YOUNG MASTER RON LEE!?"

Ron Lee stumbled toward them, barefoot, arms flailing like a mad spirit. "You useless dogs! I nearly died out there! And you were about to leave me behind like I'm some...!"

"Oh my heavens!" Lin jumped off the chariot and rushed over. "Young Master, you're—you're so…"

Ron Lee collapsed into his arms. "They drained me, Lin… THEY DRAINED ME!"

Chan helped lift him into the chariot, laying him down gently on the floorboard like a war refugee. Ron's robe was shredded, his golden inner shirt missing entirely, and his once-smooth cheeks now bore claw marks.

"What happened to your clothes?" Chan whispered, handing over a dry bun.

Ron Lee grabbed the dry bread. His eyes lit up like a starving beast.

"Food…" he growled.

And then, to their horror and amusement, Ron began to eat.

He bit into the dry bread like a starving wild dog, crumbs flying, drool running down the corners of his mouth. The same man who once said "Bread without butter and good wine is peasant poison" was now fighting as if it were dragon steak.

Chan blinked. "Is this really our young master?"

Lin leaned over. "Who knows what horrors he saw at the Pink Blossom Tree..."

Ron paused mid-bite, glaring at them with haunted eyes. "What are you staring at? Move, you idiots! Take me to the sect."

."Master, are you okay?" Lin asked doubtfully.

Ron threw the rest of the bread at him. "You think it's easy? I coughed up peach petals for two days straight?! Every time I close my eyes, I hear giggling and moaning like I'm stuck in a romantic horror dream!"

Chan gently placed back the bread.

Ron wiped his mouth and leaned back, eyes half-open. "They took my spirit stones… my treasures… even my pants. If I wasn't a noble, they would've auctioned me."

Lin scratched his head. "We must take revenge!'" He said angrily.

Ron slumped in silence.

The wind howled as the chariot began to move again.

"I swear," Ron muttered, staring at the horizon with deep bitterness. "One day… I'll return the same fate to Mo Han!"

Chan and Lin exchanged glances.

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