A Good-for-nothing Son-in-law Builds the Li Family

39: Chapter 39 Yuegui Pavilion!In just one month, the original Mengchun Brothel had been completely transformed. Although only the first two floors of the newly erected ”Yuegui Pavilion” were finished, its imposing presence and layout left the locals of Ganlu Town completely dumbfounded!

It covered five thousand square meters!

Constructed entirely from unknown spiritual wood and pearlescent white stone, with upturned eaves, bracket sets, and intricately carved beams and painted pillars, the details still exuded an indescribable sense of simplicity and high-end sophistication. It was as if a top-tier, ancient-style, super-luxury hotel from his past life had been moved here!

The first floor was the dining area, with a gilded plaque hanging at the entrance reading ”Taotie Pavilion.”

Inside, it wasn’t the lobby of an ordinary restaurant, but rather entirely private rooms, with door numbers ranging from ”001” all the way to ”500.” With spiritual energy swirling about and attendants moving back and forth, this grandeur alone was enough to make the heads of some small families weak in the knees.

The second floor was even more unprecedented! It was called ”Drunken Dream Tower.”

Upon going up, the light dimmed, with only various flickering, soft yet brilliant spiritual light orbs rotating and projecting, illuminating a stage in the center that was raised above the ground, as well as the comfortable booths scattered around, wrapped in high-grade animal hides.

The air was filled with the fragrance of slightly intoxicating, relaxing spiritual fruit wine, and background music with a strong sense of rhythm echoed—it was truly a top-tier bar version of the cultivation world!

As for the higher floors, they were still under construction and planning:

The third floor was planned to be top-tier accommodations; it was said that every room would come with its own spiritual gathering array and hot spring bath.

The fourth floor, the future auction house, would surely become the center for the circulation of treasures in Ganlu Town and even the surrounding regions.

The fifth floor, the most mysterious, was marked as the ”Hidden Kill Sanctuary,” completely sealed. Rumor had it that it could only be entered from the sixth or seventh floor, and its specific purpose was unknown to anyone.

The sixth floor, the Elders’ Association, required a special token to enter and would be the meeting place for the core members of the future Li Family.

The seventh floor was the private domain of Li Guidai and his family, which could only be accessed with his personal permission.

At this moment, the first and second floors of Yuegui Pavilion were bustling with people, the atmosphere lively.

Almost all the leaders of the forces that had submitted to the Li Family, as well as the prominent figures of Ganlu Town, had gathered here to attend this unique pre-wedding celebration.

And right now, on the stage of this ”Drunken Dream Tower,” a unique ”performance” was underway.

Li Guidai was wearing an extremely flashy, modified Han-style formal suit embroidered with dark gold dragon patterns, his hair combed until it was slick and shiny, standing in the center of the stage looking rather dapper.

In his hand, he held a ”sound-transmitting conch” that an artifact refiner had barely managed to cobble together, which occasionally emitted static and electrical noise.

Behind him stood, in neat rows, over twenty of the former top courtesans from Mengchun Brothel.

They had shed their past air of worldliness and donned uniformly designed flowing cloud dresses that were both modest and form-fitting, each one bright-eyed and white-toothed, with graceful postures.

The music started—it was a classic melody from his past life that Li Guidai had forcibly ”replicated” using his half-baked music theory knowledge, combined with the foundation of the melancholy phantom demonic zither. The rhythm was brisk, carrying a sense of worldly vitality and an inexplicable, addictive quality.

Li Guidai took a deep breath, and facing the ”sound-transmitting conch,” he began to howl at the top of his lungs, using his somewhat lazy, intentionally imitated Cantonese accent:

”We are a bunch of wage slaves!”

”Running around everywhere, it’s just ruining our guts!”

...

”Half a pound, eight ounces—working like a coolie!”

”Half a pound, eight ounces—how can a wet firecracker make a sound!”

The guests below, whether they were the heads of families who had submitted, representatives from the Zhuge Family, or even rogue cultivators who had come to watch the commotion, were all dumbfounded.

What kind of performance was this...?

Behind him, the twenty-plus former top courtesans of Mengchun Brothel, now washed of their past, had changed into uniformly styled flowing cloud dresses that were both charming and capable-looking.

They had evidently undergone emergency special training; although their movements were still slightly stiff, they were all trying hard to follow the addictive, somewhat poignant and mocking rhythm, performing a group dance that fused classical dance steps with simple modern movements. The scene was, for a moment, quite... shocking.

The guests below were all stunned.

Some old conservatives frowned, feeling it was improper!

But many more young cultivators and merchants found it novel and interesting.

Yang Qingqing, who was standing in the corner in charge of security, watched her foster brother, who was being flashy to the extreme on stage, and couldn’t help but cover her face with her hand, unable to bear watching: ”This bastard...!”

The scene was too beautiful; the leaders of various forces invited to experience the second-floor services of ”Yuegui Pavilion” in advance were all dumbfounded.

And today’s female lead, Zhuge Yue, dressed in a magnificent, unparalleled improved phoenix coronet and robes adorned with moonlight and fireflies, sat quietly in the best booth, watching her husband on stage, who was radiant and possessed a unique style, a gentle and indulgent smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Yang Qingqing, covering her face down below, simply couldn’t bear to look, and whispered to Zhuge Yue, who was still maintaining an elegant smile beside her: ”Sister-in-law! What kind of ghost music is this bastard singing!”

”And this dance... it’s too shameful! The class of our ’Yuegui Pavilion’ is going to be sung away by him!”

Zhuge Yue took a light sip of spiritual wine, watching her husband on stage who was releasing his ”talent” to his heart’s content, her eyes full of tenderness and a hint of indulgence, and said softly: ”It’s fine, as long as my husband is happy.

This tune... is quite unique.”

The newly healed and submitted father and son of the Kuang Family, Kuang Dalei and Kuang Quanshui, sat in the corner, trying hard to squeeze out a look of intoxication, as if ”this singing is truly heavenly,” but their slightly twitching eyelids betrayed their inner collapse.

Li Guidai finished his song, and seeing that everyone had arrived!

He tossed the strange ”microphone” backward, and it landed precisely in the hand of one of the backup dancers.

He stood in the center of the stage, his gaze sweeping over the prominent figures of various parties below, who had different expressions but mostly carried a bit of defiance and hesitation, and a signature smile, with a touch of roguishness and absolute confidence, curled at the corners of his lips.

Then, using his magic power to amplify his voice, he projected it to every corner of Yuegui Pavilion: ”Everyone, pause for a moment and listen to me.”

”I know!”

His voice was loud and extremely penetrating, ”Everyone here, whether you have just submitted or have come to observe the ceremony, most of you are probably muttering in your hearts,”

”Who does he, Li Guidai, think he is? Just a son-in-law who got lucky, why should he ride on our heads?”

The venue instantly quieted down quite a bit, and many people’s eyes flickered, clearly having had their inner thoughts spoken aloud.

”It doesn’t matter!” Li Guidai waved his hand, looking completely unconcerned, ”Today, I, Li Guidai, will put my words here and also lay out my sincerity!”

The storage ring on his finger flashed repeatedly, and exquisite jade bottles appeared on the table beside him as if by magic. As the bottle stoppers were slightly opened, a rich medicinal fragrance instantly permeated the air, causing all the cultivators to perk up!

”See this? Thirty pills! Top-grade foundation establishment pills!”

The crowd below instantly exploded! foundation establishment pills! And top-grade ones at that! A single one would be enough to bankrupt a small family, yet here there were thirty laid out like candy to be given away?

Li Guidai’s voice rose, ”As long as you sign this soul contract here today, promising that you and your family will follow the Li Family for generations to come! These foundation establishment pills will be presented on the spot! And this is just the beginning!”

But that wasn’t all!

Li Guidai’s voice rose again, as if dropping one bombshell after another:

”This is just the beginning! In the future, there will be essence solidifying pills that can increase the chances of forming a core! And creation pills that increase the chances of forming a nascent soul!”

”And perhaps... in the future, we might even be able to obtain that legendary pill that can increase the chances of reaching the Deity Transformation stage—the Deity! Transformation! Pill!”