Tang San, Right? You're Now a Slave of Our Xiu Chun Brothel

Tang San was completely dumbfounded when he heard that.

What the hell was Xiu Chun Brothel?

Why did it sound like some kind of pleasure house?

Before he could react,

at the Blacksmith Shop owner's call, several workers rushed toward Tang San.

They had long found this little bastard unpleasant.

Especially when he had first arrived, the way he had acted so damn smug.

Now that the owner had spoken, they immediately ganged up on him.

Tang San's brows instantly furrowed.

If a tiger didn't show its might, did they think he was a sickly cat?

He was a Soul Master!

Just as two or three leading workers charged at him,

Tang San abruptly stood up, a cold smile curling at his lips.

"Let me show you what a Soul Master is!"

Tang San snorted and instantly released his two Soul Rings, one white and one yellow.

Soul Power surged forth at once.

Even if these people were stronger than him, before Soul Power,

they were all trash!

There was no point staying in this Blacksmith Shop!

Tang San had already decided to beat these people up,

then demand his deposit and wages back before turning around and leaving.

Especially that owner, with his center-parted hair and suspender pants.

He strutted around arrogantly in front of Tang San every day, constantly bringing up that Kun Ge.

What, was Kun Ge his father?

Tang San had long found that guy unpleasant.

"Bzz—!"

With his palm spread open, a Blue Silver Flower instantly grew forth.

Because his martial soul had virtually no advantages,

Tang San basically couldn't defeat Soul Masters of the same rank.

But he was still extremely confident when facing ordinary people.

When the workers saw the two Soul Rings around Tang San, they all stopped in their tracks.

This kid was actually a fucking Soul Master?

Was this a joke?

He was already a two-ring Soul Grandmaster at such a young age,

yet he had come to a Blacksmith Shop to forge iron?

Although they did not continue charging forward, there was not the slightest trace of fear on their faces.

Tang San's brows immediately knitted together.

He actually had no deterrent effect on them at all?

How outrageous!

His First Soul Ring flashed, and Tang San prepared to release poison.

But just as he was about to make his move,

a wave of pressure instantly enveloped him.

Tang San involuntarily shuddered.

He abruptly turned his head, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Three Soul Rings had actually risen beneath the Blacksmith Shop owner's feet!

Wasn't this complete bullshit?

A Soul Elder running a Blacksmith Shop?

"Tang San, Tang San, I truly underestimated you."

The owner looked at Tang San in surprise.

This kid was actually a Soul Master too.

If he hadn't been here, wouldn't the kid have torn apart the Blacksmith Shop?

"I took you in out of kindness because I pitied you, yet instead of feeling grateful, you harbored thoughts of revenge?"

"Since that's the case, don't blame me for selling you to Xiu Chun Brothel!"

The Blacksmith Shop owner snorted.

A round ball emerged from the palm of his right hand.

Tang San was utterly dumbfounded.

He took me in because he pitied me?

That wasn't what he had fucking said back then.

With a "duang," the round ball rolled back and forth in the Blacksmith Shop owner's hand.

Tang San's mouth twitched. Was this a fucking basketball?

"Blue Silver Hallucination Pollen!"

He had no intention of waiting helplessly for death.

That Xiu Chun Brothel did not sound like any decent place.

If he really got sold there,

he would be completely screwed.

"Whoosh—!"

Before the Blue Silver Flower could release its pollen, the Blacksmith Shop owner raised his hand and hurled the ball.

The ball flew straight at Tang San's head.

With a "bang," it struck him squarely in the head.

Tang San instantly saw stars from the blow.

The two Soul Rings beneath his feet withdrew into his body.

His entire body swayed as he staggered around twice, then he fell headfirst to the ground.

"Young people sure are healthy. He falls asleep the moment his head hits the ground..."

"You lot, stuff him into a sack and deliver him to Xiu Chun Brothel tonight!"

Those were the last two sentences Tang San heard.

Then he completely lost consciousness.

When he woke again, he only felt dizzy and disoriented.

His entire head felt as though it were about to explode.

Tang San struggled to climb up from the ground.

The surroundings were incredibly dark, without even a trace of light.

The air was filled with a damp, rotten stench.

Tang San nearly threw up on the spot.

Where the hell was this?

Why did it smell like dead rats?

He shook his head and raised a hand to rub his temples.

Only then did the headache ease somewhat.

"Creak—!"

Just then, light suddenly appeared not far ahead.

Immediately afterward, a somewhat alluring figure opened the door and walked in.

It appeared to be a woman.

Tang San immediately rose to his feet.

Only then did he remember that the Blacksmith Shop owner had knocked him unconscious.

That guy had said he would sell him to Xiu Chun Brothel.

But was this really not some kind of labor camp?

"Tang San, right?"

A cool voice rang out in the empty room.

The woman stopped three meters in front of Tang San.

She seemed to be sizing up the child before her.

Tang San did not answer her.

His right hand was already quietly gathering Soul Power.

This woman did not seem to be a Soul Master.

He truly regretted using up almost all his hidden weapon stockpile on Zhao Wuji back at Shrek Academy.

Otherwise, he would not have been knocked unconscious so easily by that Blacksmith Shop owner.

The Blue Silver Flower really had fuck-all attack power.

As though she had sensed Tang San's doubts, the woman spoke again.

"This is Xiu Chun Brothel. You were sold here by someone else."

"You are now our slave."

"If you're obedient, perhaps you'll have food to eat."

"If you want to resist, that would not be a wise choice!"

Tang San's pupils shook in disbelief. He simply could not believe what he had just heard.

A slave of Xiu Chun Brothel?

That Blacksmith Shop owner from Bi Yang had actually sold him as a slave?

When had I, Tang San, ever suffered such treatment?!

"I advise you not to try any tricks, kid, or you may have to suffer a little."

"Thud—!"

As the woman finished speaking, a muscular, burly figure walked in from outside the room.

Soul Power surged as three Soul Rings instantly rose beneath his feet.

Tang San's raised right hand instantly froze.

His Soul Power shriveled back as well.

Another fucking Soul Elder?

Were Soul Elders cabbages now?

They were everywhere.

A smile curled across the woman's lips.

Without some strength and confidence, who would dare do this kind of business?

They had long learned from the seller that Tang San was a Soul Grandmaster.

A Soul Grandmaster at such a young age.

And he was not ugly, either, still so youthful.

He would surely appeal to some nobles and dignitaries.

After all, Xiu Chun Brothel was the most comprehensive establishment in Suotuo City.

Whether beautiful women or handsome men, they had everything.

But they had bought Tang San at the price of a bookboy.

They had spent a full fifty Gold Soul Coins.

Still, if they encountered a generous customer, they could recoup their investment in a single night.

"I know you're a Soul Master, but don't worry. You only need to serve those nobles and dignitaries."

"Ordinary people aren't fortunate enough to enjoy you."

Tang San involuntarily shuddered.

Me?

En... enjoy me...???