Capítulo 1351: Chapter 1340: Young Master Ning, Enjoy Yourself
Ning Fan nonchalantly said, “If there’s anything, feel free to come to me.”
This was an idea Ning Fan thought of on the spot. Since he couldn’t reach the old man, he’d find a way for the old man to find him.
In a place like a nightclub, fights and troublemaking were all too common.
As long as he was careful, with his cultivation at the Peak of True Origin, he could still stir things up in Ancient Sky City.
“How could I trouble Young Master Ning like that.”
Though she said this, the beautiful woman sighed in relief.
Running a business, the biggest fear is encountering troublemakers, especially those with powerful backing, whom the shop owner can’t handle.
With Ning Fan being a master at the Peak of True Origin, the shop owner wasn’t afraid but didn’t dare to offend him easily.
Even though weapons were forbidden within Ancient Sky City, there were still places where the Code of Law didn’t reach.
Now that Ning Fan made a promise, if anything really happened, the shop owner wouldn’t have to take responsibility.
“Young Master Ning, enjoy your time.”
After waving the beautiful woman away, Ning Fan was soon surrounded by a fragrant group.
“Young Master Ning, a toast to you.”
“Young Master Ning, have some fruit.”
“Young Master Ning, give me a kiss.”
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As the saying goes, a madam loves money, and the girls love charm.
When encountering a young, handsome, and highly cultivated guest like Ning Fan, these hostesses served him even more vigorously.
“What a great place.”
“Of course, it’s a great place. We have so many sisters here with you.”
Hearing this, Ning Fan chuckled silently; his earlier remark was not meant in that sense.
Who would’ve thought that all these hostesses had cultivation at the True Qi Realm? Yet Ancient Sky City managed to do it.
If this were Earth, with these women’s looks and cultivation, they wouldn’t need to hang around door frames selling smiles, let alone marrying into wealthy families.
The reason for this was simply to make money to offer as a sacrifice.
Ning Fan smirked, “Why do you work so hard to make money?”
“Isn’t it to marry into a good family?”
“Looking for some honest guy to catch the leftover!”
Seeing the eight maids stunned, Ning Fan realized they didn’t get the joke.
Touching the smooth face of the girl in his arms, Ning Fan chuckled, “With your qualities, you shouldn’t worry about finding a good match.”
“What qualities do we have?”
“Our families are poor, and our cultivation is low.”
…
As the women chattered on, Ning Fan’s expression grew more peculiar.
These women were indeed working to marry well, but not to find an honest man with no alternatives, but to marry into wealthy and noble families.
In Ancient Sky City, there was a saying that to marry well, one must have high cultivation.
Conversely, the same was said for men seeking wives.
One’s level of cultivation was a gauge of their worth.
High cultivation in a couple could mean better cultivation aptitude in their offspring, reducing the chance of offspring becoming commoners.
While offering a sacrifice could yield True Qi, if one’s aptitude was too low, it would waste much True Qi, and future achievements wouldn’t be significant.
Thus, cultivation was the primary criterion in marriage negotiations.
Of course, if one had family wealth and didn’t mind wasting True Qi, that’s a different story.
Don’t be fooled by these women managing the flesh trade; as long as they achieve a certain realm in cultivation, their future marriage prospects improve dramatically.
It’s not an exaggeration to say that once they enter the True Origin Realm,
regardless of a past with countless men, they could still proudly marry into noble families.
This was the perspective on marriage in Ancient Sky City.
If even marriage followed such values, how much more so would everyday matters?
“Young Master Ning, I’ve heard from mom that your cultivation is deep. What realm are you in?”
Suddenly, a girl asked, with seven pairs of beautiful eyes turning to him.
Ning Fan calmly replied, “Peak of True Origin.”
One girl widened her eyes and repeated, “Peak of True Origin!”
“I’m in the Intermediate Stage of True Qi myself, so you’re way above me…”
The girl counted on her fingers, adorably calculating the gap.
“Young Master Ning, you’re so young and already have cultivation at the Peak of True Origin!”
“Don’t believe it?”
Ning Fan smiled playfully, and his aura began to rise,
and upon reaching the Early Stage of True Origin, the immense pressure nearly suffocated the eight women, who exclaimed, “Sir, we believe it.”
“Little girls, now you believe it!”
Ning Fan laughed heartily and pulled a woman over for a kiss.
“Sir, we believe. We believe.”
If before, the eight women’s gazes at Ning Fan were syrupy sweet,
now their glowing eyes were eager enough to devour Ning Fan whole.
The concept of the Peak of True Origin was something these seasoned women were familiar with.
As long as Ning Fan wanted to enter politics, except for Prime Minister or Chairman, he could pick almost any position in City Hall.
Whether it held real power was another matter, but the treatment and status would not be less.
If Ning Fan wanted to enter business, just a word from him, and countless small to medium businesses would line up to seek his affiliation.
No work needed—just show his cultivation at critical moments, and he’d receive massive annual commission.
And if he advanced further into the Aerial Mastery Stage, even if not an ascetic unable to serve as a Priest of the Sun God,
he would gain national support, enjoy an unmatched status, and obtain legal immunity.
This would mean that apart from the Pharaoh, no one could judge Ning Fan.
Thinking of this, the women were utterly discomposed, realizing the esteemed guest they were serving today.
This was no golden child; he was a diamond man.
Their eyes weren’t sharp enough to recognize Ning Fan’s pure aura.
If they knew of his identity as an ascetic, they might have screamed and piled onto Ning Fan.
Even the Pharaoh had to bathe in the Sun God’s glory, so serving as a Priest of the Sun God would bestow what kind of exalted status.
Bringing up money and power—such worldly things were insults to a Priest.
“Young Master Ning, I really like you.”
“You hussy, Young Master Ning is mine.”
“Young Master Ning, take me. I’m still a virgin.”
…
Even amid the company of beauties and indulgence, Ning Fan didn’t feel entirely happy.
Quite some time had passed, and no troublemaker had appeared, meaning there was no one to foot the bill.
Being the Phantom Asura, Huaxia’s Ninth Uncle, if he didn’t even spend a cent on a stylish fee, Ning Fan’s face would be somewhat disgraced.
If Ning Fan knew these women intended to spend for him instead, he naturally wouldn’t worry about such matters.
Currently, Ning Fan had no choice but to find another way, “Am I really going to have to call all the girls here?”
This plan seemed workable; though it had the suspicion of causing trouble, compared to the embarrassment of footing the bill, Ning Fan preferred this method.
“Young Master Wick, won’t you consider my face and go easy?”
“Get lost! Who do you think you are, that I should show you face.”
“I dare to see who’s so arrogant, daring to book all the girls. Not even finding out who I am, daring to show off in front of me.”
Hearing the increasingly insolent voice approaching, a sinister smile flashed in Ning Fan’s eyes. The fool he was waiting for finally arrived.