Chapter 611: Chapter 241: Traveling to the Mortal World for the Astounding Feast, Once Witnessing the Prosperity and Beauty of Changning (Part 2)

"If you go, I’ll tell Sister Jiang. She definitely can’t accept someone who mingles with brothel women taking care of her by her side."

Fan Wubing managed a forced smile, "How about I take you with me then?"

Anger Demon Lord immediately became excited, "Okay, okay!"

Fan Wubing rubbed his forehead, unable to complain.

He finally realized that this person wasn’t upholding any principles, just afraid there was no one to take her to play.

Soon after, the maid delivered the invitation.

Fan Wubing discussed with her whether an extra place could be added, and she readily agreed.

The interior decor wasn’t luxurious; the style of the Palace Immortal Tower and various settings of flowers and birds emphasized the essence of appreciation and play, with an overall atmosphere that was simple, serene, dignified, and relaxed. At first glance, it was nowhere like a gaudy and vulgar brothel but clearly a place for Immortals’ quiet cultivation.

Looking at these decorations, Fan Wubing then realized why he felt it so strange before.

Using the conventional understanding of a brothel to view the Illusion Immortal Tower was indeed lacking. After all, which brothel’s girls only serve clients based on their personal preferences?

Rather than calling it a brothel, it’s more like a particularly special Immortal Dao faction.

Anger Demon Lord followed behind Fan Wubing, cautiously looking around, filled with curiosity about everything here.

Fan Wubing squinted his eyes and smiled as he asked the maid leading the way, "Can you also find a sister for my friend here?"

Anger Demon Lord was startled, hurriedly shaking her head and waving her hands, "No, no! I don’t need it!"

The maid stopped, looked at Anger Demon Lord, a trace of curiosity crossing her eyes, and then smiled,

"I can ask for the guest."

Fan Wubing chuckled, "My friend here is coming to such a place for the first time and is a bit shy. I hope to find a gentle sister for her."

The maid covered her mouth and smiled, "You can tell."

Anger Demon Lord immediately blushed with embarrassment.

Leading the two to a place named "Moon Palace," the maid smiled and said:

"Please wait a moment. Moon Immortal is bathing and changing clothes." She looked at Anger Demon Lord, "I’ll help you ask. However, I’m sure the guest understands the rules of our tower. Although there are Illusion Fairies in the tower who don’t mind this, whether they want to or not also depends on their willingness."

Anger Demon Lord mumbled indistinctly.

At this point, she couldn’t refuse even if she wanted to and could only timidly tug on Fan Wubing’s sleeve and nod.

After the maid left, Anger Demon Lord immediately glared at Fan Wubing,

"What are you doing? Why did you decide for me without asking?"

Fan Wubing raised an eyebrow, "Who told you to write ’anticipation and longing’ all over your face." With his arm around Anger Demon Lord’s shoulder, he laughed, "There’s nothing to be embarrassed about; we’re all buddies here."

"Who’s your buddy!"

"Just admit, aren’t you looking forward to it?"

Anger Demon Lord angrily said, "I’ve said, I don’t like women."

"Chatting with a gentle big sister, washing away the gloomy otaku girl feeling you have, isn’t it nice?"

Gloomy otaku girl...what kind of insult is that?

Anger Demon Lord thought for a moment, "What if..."

"What if what?"

Anger Demon Lord lowered her head and said bashfully, "What if no one finds me appealing?"

Well, turns out, after all this time, that was her worry.

Fan Wubing sighed helplessly, "You are a Demon Lord, Fourth-Tier Tribulation Immortal, how can you lack such confidence? Don’t tell me your cultivation was achieved by locking yourself up in a dark room."

"How did you know?"

Fan Wubing rubbed his forehead, "Turns out it’s true, no wonder you give me the impression of a pair of moldy socks in the sun."

Anger Demon Lord’s face flushed red, "What kind of metaphor is that?" Feeling slightly embarrassed, she snorted, "If the Illusion Fairy willing to receive me is worse than yours, forget it then. I’m not looking forward to it at all."

Fan Wubing glanced at her, "Buddy, what’s your real name?"

"Why ask that?"

"Because I can no longer equate you with Anger Demon Lord."

"..." Although annoyed by Fan Wubing’s attitude, Anger Demon Lord relented and said, "An An."

Fan Wubing was taken aback for a moment, "What?"

Anger Demon Lord gritted her teeth, "An An! The ’An’ from ’Peace’!"

"Surname An, Given name An?"

"No... I was born in a remote and backward place on Xue Continent, where there was still slavery. I was born a slave, had no name, and as a child, everyone just called me An An."

Seeing Anger Demon Lord say this as if it was a small matter, Fan Wubing sighed, patted her shoulder,

"Don’t worry, in the future, when buddies go out to play, I’ll definitely take you with me."

"I don’t need your pity." An An pouted, "Having Sister Jiang is enough."

Not long after, the maid returned, approaching An An and saying:

"Guest, good news. Our Peach Immortal is willing to see you."

An An couldn’t hide her joy, "Really?"

"Of course. This is Peach Immortal’s invitation token." The maid handed a peach branch to An An.

An An cherished it like a treasure, holding it carefully, murmuring in delight, "Is this what it’s like to be accepted by someone..."

"Ahem." Fan Wubing cleared his throat.

An An snapped out of it, her face turning pinker than the peach blossom in her hand.

The maid smiled, "Then I’ll take you to Peach Immortal’s Peach Manor."

"Yes...Thank you."

An An followed along behind the maid, her heart pounding nervously. After a few steps, she turned back triumphantly to Fan Wubing:

"See? Didn’t I say that my...魅力 is no less than yours!"

Fan Wubing chuckled but said nothing.

After they left, the surroundings suddenly became exceedingly quiet.

The crescent moon hung on one corner of the Moon Palace, and in a momentary illusion, Fan Wubing vaguely saw what seemed to be a woman sitting on that crescent moon. In the light, only her enchanting and graceful silhouette could be seen, like a shadow overlapping the celestial canopy.