I Fought With Yu'er on the Show Bed! (2-in-1 Chapter)

Chen Mo looked at the young woman sitting on his lap.

Her brows were like distant mountains shrouded in dark mist, her eyes like the rippling waves of an autumn pool, and beneath a delicate, jade-like nose, her lips were red and dripping with allure.

In terms of looks alone, she was a cut above those dancing girls, the kind of beauty that stunned one at first glance.

What made her even more unique was the air of refined, scholarly elegance she carried, yet her attire was overly revealing; through the sheer gauze dress, one could see a pale pink bodice and the faint, tantalizing glimpse of cleavage.

Truly impressive, deep and unfathomable.

"There were no chairs here, so I sat on your lap, sir... Am I a bit heavy?" Miss Yu'er asked softly.

Chen Mo nodded, then shook his head.

Compared to the dancer from earlier who was all chest and no substance, she was indeed a bit heavier, but it was a weight that felt just right.

"Do you recognize me?"

Chen Mo inquired.

Miss Yu'er pursed her lips and smiled. "Who in the Heaven Capital City doesn't know the great name of the Flag Officer? I wasn't supposed to be receiving guests tonight, but upon hearing that Flag Officer Chen had arrived, I simply couldn't suppress my admiration and wished to see your demeanor for myself..."

Looking at that porcelain-white face, the roots of Yu'er's ears grew hot.

Although she had seen portraits of Chen Mo, she hadn't expected the man himself to be so handsome, as flawless as a piece of fine jade.

The powerful, corded muscles beneath his clothes and his intense, masculine aura made her heart race and her limbs feel weak.

The scholars from the Imperial Academy always loved to send her pretentious poems to win her favor, little knowing that deep inside, this noble lady longed for a powerful man who could conquer her...

Not to mention, he was a great hero who slaughtered demons!

"Although it was that person's arrangement, it seems I've come out on top."

Miss Yu'er filled the wine cup on the table, held it up with both hands, and offered it to Chen Mo, her voice as melodious as wind through the trees and water over stones:

"Sir, drink this cup, and then come inside with me to rest."

Faced with such an invitation from a beauty, Chen Mo could find no reason to refuse.

"Good deeds bring good rewards, tonight is truly a trip well worth it."

Chen Mo took the cup and drained it in one gulp.

Then, amidst a dainty cry, he swept Miss Yu'er up into his arms and strode toward the inner chamber.

"Chen..."

Li Yuan's lips parted, as if she wanted to call out to him.

But until their figures vanished, she couldn't bring herself to speak.

The wine room fell into a brief silence.

The guests looked at one another, unable to believe their eyes.

Yu'er was not only a top-tier beauty skilled in music, but her background was also special; she was the daughter of the former Minister of War.

She was the candidate most likely to replace Gu Manzhi as the top courtesan!

To think she would take the initiative to invite a guest into her private quarters before even being officially debuted... wasn't that lowering her own value a bit too much?

"I heard her call that man Flag Officer Chen just now, could it be..."

The man in the white robe suddenly realized something, his expression one of disbelief.

"That is the top star of Qingya Pavilion; last time I spent thirty taels and only got to hear two songs."

"And the boss didn't spend a single cent, yet he walked away with the beauty."

Qin Shou shook his head in lament. "And here I was, boasting about being a master of the pleasure quarters; in front of the boss, I'm like a raw recruit."

Still, they hadn't come for nothing; each of them had a musician or dancer in their arms, a much higher caliber than usual.

"Everyone, enjoy yourselves to the fullest! Tonight's tab is on the Flag Officer!" Qin Shou shouted.

If it weren't for Chen Mo, they wouldn't have received this "recuperation fee" at all, so saying it was on him wasn't wrong.

"Long live the Flag Officer!"

"He's a Centurion now!"

"Next time there's a mission in the department, you must call me!"

The group held their beauties close and drank heartily.

The other guests also reacted, finally understanding Chen Mo's identity.

"No wonder Miss Yu'er was so proactive."

"Flag Officer Chen has been the talk of the town lately; this isn't lowering her value, it's a golden opportunity to make a name for herself!"

"Brother, didn't you say you knew the Heavenly Qilin Guard well? How could you not recognize Flag Officer Chen?"

Faced with the mockery of others, the man in the white robe turned bright red, so embarrassed he wished he could crawl under the table.

How could he have known he was bragging right in front of the man himself?

"Everyone, stop teasing me. Tonight's drinks are on me, let's drink!"

"Haha, cheers!"

The atmosphere turned lively once again.

Yet, there was one person at the table who felt completely out of place.

Li Yuan remained silent, downing cup after cup of strong liquor.

Her eyes were vacant, lost in her own thoughts.

On the other side, Chen Mo carried Yu'er in one arm and pushed open the door to the bedroom.

He was immediately greeted by the faint, elegant scent of incense. The room was decorated quite luxuriously, with furniture crafted from red sandalwood, but the most eye-catching piece was the large, mother-of-pearl inlaid lacquer canopy bed.

It was truly spacious enough to sleep four people horizontally; even if one had eighteen different martial arts skills to display, there would be plenty of room to maneuver.

Chen Mo placed Yu'er on the bed and was just about to lean in.

A pair of soft hands pressed against his chest.

"My lord, let us bathe first."

Miss Yu'er said in a soft voice.

Chen Mo did not refuse.

The spring night was long, there was no need to rush, and besides, a bath was always better.

"Follow me, my lord."

A maid with a pretty face led him toward the bathhouse.

Miss Yu'er stood up, sat down before the mirror, and began to comb her silk-like long hair with a jujube wood comb.

"The Heir asked me to find a way to get close to Chen Mo; I didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly."

"Now that the Xu Family is gone and I have been cast into the lowly register, I would eventually be toyed with by those pot-bellied pigs anyway. It is better to give myself to him; at least he is pleasing to the eye..."

"Gu Manzhi made him so obsessed back then; I can surely capture his heart just the same!"

When the Heir selected her, he had used Gu Manzhi as the benchmark.

Whether it was appearance, figure, learning, or zither skills, Yu'er believed she was not inferior to anyone. Furthermore, she was the daughter of a former Minister, and many court officials had a penchant for this type...

"With the status of the Chen Family, this is also a pillar of support for me."

Thinking of that capricious and volatile Heir, Yu'er's face turned slightly pale.

If it weren't for the need to get close to Chen Mo, the Heir would not have spared her; otherwise, she would have long since become a plaything.

She had seen the fate of those other women with her own eyes...

She could not hang herself from a single tree!

At this moment, her determination to manipulate Chen Mo reached its peak!

Just then, a wisp of black smoke snaked in through the door crack, winding silently like a black serpent, crawling onto Yu'er's body before suddenly diving into her ear!

Yu'er's body stiffened, her eyes rolled back, and the comb in her hand fell to the floor.

Her entire body trembled violently, her expression one of struggle, as if she were desperately fighting against something.

A moment later.

Her expression returned to normal. She picked up the comb from the floor and began to brush her long hair in the mirror, her face devoid of emotion.

Bathhouse.

The hot water was already prepared. The maid helped Chen Mo remove his clothes, revealing a well-proportioned and athletic physique.

His muscle lines were fluid and filled with explosive power, radiating a strong sense of masculinity.

The little maid's face turned bright red, her eyes darting around, looking as if she wanted to peek but didn't dare.

Chen Mo found it somewhat amusing.

"So nervous? You aren't a first-timer, are you?"

The maid whispered, "I just arrived, so this is indeed my first time serving a guest in the bath."

"It's alright, I'll wash myself then."

Chen Mo lifted his leg and stepped into the tub, submerging his entire body.

The water temperature was perfect, and spirit herbs meant to remove odors and add fragrance floated on the surface. He leaned against the side of the tub, his muscles relaxing and his mind easing.

However, the maid did not leave. After hesitating for a moment, she reached out with her small hands to help him scrub.

Her movements were timid, clearly still quite shy.

Chen Mo said, "You don't have to force yourself. Don't worry, I won't tell your mistress."

The maid shook her head and said stubbornly, "This is what I am supposed to do."

Seeing this, Chen Mo said nothing more.

The atmosphere remained quiet for a moment before the maid carefully spoke up, "Sir, may I ask you a question?"

"Hmm."

"Do you... like Miss Yu'er?"

"Hmm?"

Chen Mo found the question rather strange. Could this maid be trying to get him to buy Yu'er's freedom?

Locking up a public carriage was hardly moral.

Moreover, the women of the Music Bureau generally commanded high prices. A top-tier talent like Yu'er was a goose that laid golden eggs; it would be impossible to redeem her for anything less than several thousand taels.

Such a massive sum of silver would be enough to whore oneself into kidney failure—a losing business deal that only a fool would undertake.

"You should understand this place better than I do. Don't talk about feelings; it hurts the wallet."

Chen Mo said candidly.

The little maid blinked and pressed on, "Then have you never truly given your heart to anyone?"

Since he had nothing better to do, Chen Mo leaned against the bathtub, closed his eyes to rest, and spoke as if making idle chatter, "Of course I have. Which man hasn't been a simp at some point?"

"What is a 'simp'?" the little maid asked, confused.

"Knowing she likes to play the zither, risking one's life to hunt a Spirit Horned Deer just to use its tendons for her strings."

"Hearing she wanted to eat lychees from Lingnan, spending a fortune to have them shipped from Song Prefecture, just so she could be the first to taste them."

"Thinking she was frail and sickly, and that a Heaven Mountain Silver Lotus could improve her constitution, climbing to the peak of Tianqu Mountain in the dead of winter, only to be trapped there for a day and a night, nearly never making it back."

"Even risking the danger of having my legs broken, sneaking five thousand taels out of the house just to buy her freedom..."

At this point, Chen Mo paused, "That is what a simp is. And yet, simps rarely meet a good end."

Everything he described was the personal experience of his predecessor.

Some things could have easily been delegated to others, but to prove his "sincerity," he had done it all himself.

But that was all in the past.

To Chen Mo, it was nothing more than idle conversation to pass the time.

The little maid fell silent for a long time, her voice trembling slightly.

"Then, you now..."

"Now, I have reached enlightenment."

"Putting in heart doesn't necessarily get a response, but putting in force will always have an echo."

Chen Mo stood up from the bathtub, circulated his True Essence to steam away the moisture, donned a robe, and walked toward the bedroom.

The little maid watched his retreating figure, her eyes clouded with a mist that made them difficult to read.

He walked into the inner chamber.

The lamps were all dimmed, leaving only a single bean-sized flicker of candlelight.

By the dim, yellow light, a human-shaped lump could be seen beneath the quilt on the bed.

Chen Mo lifted the silk cover and slid inside, pressing against that plump, snow-white body. Feeling a weight that couldn't be grasped with one hand, he couldn't help but sigh that his eyes were truly a precise measure.

E-cup soul-stirring.

"Why is Miss Yu'er not speaking... Could it be that you're shy?"

"Hiss, why is your body so cold?"

Just as he felt something was amiss, he heard Yu'er say eerily, "Sir, this slave is curious. Did you really kill Qin Wuxiang?"

Chen Mo frowned, "Why ask that all of a sudden?"

Yu'er had her back to him, her voice sounding monotonous and hollow, "After you killed Qin Wuxiang, did you take anything away?"

Chen Mo realized something was wrong. Just as he was about to move, he was shocked to find his body already tightly bound by black mist!

Yu'er tossed her hair aside. Despite her back being turned to him, another face was hidden beneath her thick tresses.

The features were blurred, the complexion ash-gray, and eyes devoid of whites stared fixedly at him.

It radiated a familiar, decaying aura—

A Ghost Cultivator?

Chen Mo instantly understood and asked, "Did you come for the Soul-Summoning Banner?"

The Faceless Man's voice shifted, "So it really is with you! Hand it over, and I shall spare your life!"

Ever since that rebellious disciple Qin Wuxiang had stolen his artifact, he had spent years tracking it down, finally finding a lead, only to have someone else beat him to it!

How hateful!

Chen Mo shook his head, "This is stolen property. It cannot be kept privately; I already turned it in."

The Faceless Man frowned and asked, "To whom did you give it?"

Chen Mo replied, "Imperial Concubine Yu... If you want it, I can take you into the palace to meet Her Highness."

"..."

Upon hearing the words "Imperial Concubine," the Faceless Man's heart tightened instantly.

He quickly regained his composure and sneered, "Do you really think I would believe your nonsense? You are merely a sixth-rank martial artist, a minor banner commander of the Heavenly Qilin Guard; how could you possibly be worthy of an audience with Imperial Concubine Yu?"

"Hey, you can question my strength, but you cannot question my standing in Her Highness's heart."

"My clothes are in the next room. If you don't believe me, go see what's inside for yourself."

Chen Mo said with a look of dissatisfaction.

The Faceless Man, half-doubting, sent a wisp of black mist into the next room to retrieve Chen Mo's clothes.

Like a tentacle, the mist reached inside to rummage, eventually pulling out a golden token.

"Not that one, keep looking," Chen Mo said.

The tentacle searched again, finding a purple token hidden in the lining of the garment.

After seeing the pattern clearly, the Faceless Man's breathing hitched.

Although he had never seen it in person, there was no one in the martial world who did not know what that purple Luan Phoenix represented.

On the ruins of every sect that had dared to challenge the Highness's authority and been wiped out overnight, there was always a pattern of a Luan Phoenix with wings spread wide.

That was why the saying "When the Purple Luan appears, bloodshed follows" existed.

Chen Mo surely wouldn't have the guts to forge such a token... Could Imperial Concubine Yu really value him this much?

The Faceless Man hesitated for a moment.

He didn't have the courage to seek out the Imperial Concubine, but he was unwilling to let Chen Mo go just like that.

Just then, the Faceless Man suddenly sensed something, but before he could react, a fist wrapped in rich vitality slammed into his face!

Bang!

The black mist instantly shattered!

A fist mark was forcibly imprinted onto his previously featureless face!

"How can a sixth-rank like you possess such pure life essence?" the Faceless Man exclaimed in shock.

"Praise be to Her Highness."

Chen Mo sneered, his palm wreathed in intertwined fire and green light, and he struck down ferociously!

The black mist condensed, waving like tentacles to block Chen Mo's assault, yet that green essence was highly effective against the black mist, dispersing it completely in an instant!

While the Faceless Man appeared to be struggling to parry, a hideous ghost had already quietly appeared behind Chen Mo.

"You're still too green to fight me!"

"A martial artist who hasn't condensed a Martial Soul cannot defend against soul-based attacks!"

"Since I can't get the Soul-Summoning Banner back, I'll refine you into a wandering ghost, never to be reincarnated!"

The Faceless Man sneered inwardly as the ghost shrieked and lunged forward!

Bang!

Yet, as if Chen Mo had eyes in the back of his head, he extended his left hand. A black ancient Dharma Seal appeared on the back of his hand, and a massive suction force erupted, swallowing the ghost whole!

Supernatural Ability: Soul Absorption!

The title "Fierce Ghost Buster" allowed him to sense the aura of demons and ghosts; no ghost could hide from him!

"This is... a Dharma Seal?!"

"How could a martial artist control a ghost cultivator's Dharma Seal?"

"No, this man is strange—retreat!"

The Faceless Man's body suddenly turned into black mist, but at that very moment, a soft chant rang out:

"Insight penetrates, five energies soar..."

Countless characters glowing with cyan light surged forth, binding him firmly in place like chains.

Chen Mo turned his head to see the little maid standing not far away, her fingers forming a seal, a cyan light glowing like jade between her brows.

Their eyes met.

["Gu Manzhi" favorability increased.]

[Current progress: 46/100 (Meeting late, but finding a kindred spirit).]

Chen Mo: "???"