Brothel Manager 2 :Path of DUAL CULTIVATION

Eastern Fortune Tree City... [Han Family Home Town!]

The streets of Eastern Fortune Tree City bustled with the morning crowd, vendors shouting their prices and spirit beast-drawn carts clattering across the stone roads.

Before the grand gates of the Han family, the gate keepers stopped a middle aged man..

A tall man in dark green robes embroidered with the golden crest of the Dong family stood like a mountain before the guards. His face was set in cold determination, his eyes sharp as blades. This was Dong Jing, the second son of the Dong family patriarch and uncle to the recently deceased young master, Dong Ming.

He had not traveled here for pleasantries. His journey from Green Jade City to Eastern Fortune Tree City had been fueled by grief, anger, and the unshakable will to demand justice.

"Inform your elders," Dong Jing's voice boomed like a war drum as he tried to gather public attention also. "I, Dong Jing of the Dong family requests an audience regarding a murder committed by one of the Han clan member—a man named Mo Han!"

The two guards exchanged uneasy glances but bowed politely. One of them hurried inside, while the other maintained a defensive stance at the gate.

Merchants passing by slowed down, whispering among themselves—Dong family emissaries did not visit without purpose, and this one's tone carried the promise of trouble.

Within minutes, Dong Jing was led through the winding corridors of the Han family's outer court, finally arriving at a reception hall. A man of forty, with a long beard and deep, calculating eyes, entered the room wearing white robes lined with silver—Elder Han Wu, one of the Han family's senior members.

Han Wu offered a thin smile. "Elder Dong, it has been many years since we last met. To what do we owe this… unannounced visit?"

Dong Jing didn't return the smile. "No need for pleasantries. I will speak directly—seven days ago, my nephew, Dong Ming, was murdered in cold blood. My investigation has led to a name: Mo Han. He is said to be of the Han family. I have come for an explanation… and justice."

The elder's expression stiffened for a moment, then returned to confusion. "Mo Han? I am afraid you are mistaken. No such person exists within our family."

Dong Jing's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Do not play word games with me, Han Wu. The Khan family auction records show him in possession of a private room, accompanied by companions. My sources say he hails from here. Are you protecting your own kin by hiding him?"

Han Wu's smile vanished entirely. "Our Han family does not deal in falsehoods. I speak truth—there is no Mo Han in our family registry. If you doubt my word, I can have our records presented."

But Dong Jing stepped forward, voice rising like thunder. "Records can be falsified. Blood ties can be hidden. But debts of blood cannot be erased! My nephew was the future heir of the Dong family. His life cannot be traded for empty words!"

The verbal clash carried beyond the hall, drawing the attention of servants and passing guests. Whispered speculation rippled through the air. The tension grew so heavy that even the guards shifted uneasily, hands resting on their weapons.

At last, the disturbance reached the ears of the Han family patriarch.

In a quiet, incense-filled chamber deeper inside the estate, Patriarch Han Tian sat on a grand wooden chair carved from a single piece of Spiritwood. He was a man in his sixties, with hair like silver threads and an aura that pressed down on the room like a mountain. Standing behind him was his wife, Madam Li Han, a dignified woman.

The guards took Dong Jing inside.

Patriarch Han Tian raised his head slightly. "Dong Jing of the Dong family. I have heard your voice from here. You claim a man named Mo Han of my clan killed your nephew?"

Dong Jing cupped his fists but spoke with a heavy, accusing tone. "That is correct, Patriarch Han. The evidence is undeniable. I demand you hand him over."

Han Tian did not answer immediately. Instead, he reached to the side, where a servant brought forth a thick scroll. He opened it across the table—it was the Han family genealogical record, stretching back over two centuries.

"Look for yourself," Han Tian said coldly. "Our family tree contains every man, woman, and child bearing our name. There is no Mo Han here, nor has there been in the last three generations. If your vendetta rests on a phantom, you are barking at the wrong gate."

Dong Jing stepped forward, scanning the scroll. His brow furrowed. Indeed, there was no Mo Han listed. But his fury did not abate. "Even if he is not recorded here, it does not mean he is not connected to you. He may be an illegitimate child… a hidden branch you do not wish to reveal."

Madam Li Han's eyes flashed coldly. "Are you accusing the Han family of deceit in our own hall, Elder Dong? You come demanding justice, but so far, you bring no proof—only suspicion."

Dong Jing's fists clenched, veins bulging on his arms. For a moment, he seemed ready to unleash his anger, but the weight of the patriarch's gaze pinned him in place.

Finally, Han Tian said, "If your investigation reveals solid proof, return to me. Until then, do not slander my family with baseless accusations. The Han family will not be intimidated."

With no choice, Dong Jing gave a stiff bow and turned to leave, though the storm in his heart had not settled.

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Outside the Han family's main gates, a young man in green robes leaned casually against a stone pillar, watching Dong Jing's departure with a glint of curiosity in his eyes. His features were refined, but his expression carried a dangerous playfulness.

As Dong Jing stepped out, the young man straightened and walked over. "Elder Dong, if I'm not mistaken, right? I am Ling Long of the Long family. I could not help but overhear your… matter."

Dong Jing eyed him cautiously. "And what business does the Long family have in this matter?"

Ling Long gave a charming smile. "Merely an interest in the truth. You see, my Long family has little love for the Han clan. If this Mo Han truly exists, it would be in our interest to expose him. However…" He shook his head slightly. "I must agree with the Han family. I have never heard of any Mo Han within their bloodline. Your quarry may be an outsider entirely."

Dong Jing's jaw tightened. "Outsider or not, he will answer for my nephew's death."

Ling Long spread his hands, as though in sympathy. "If I may, Elder Dong... sometimes the path to vengeance requires… allies. Should you wish to discuss matters further, the Long family's doors are open."

With that, Ling Long bowed slightly and walked away, leaving Dong Jing staring after him, thoughts churning.

Though he had come seeking answers, he left the Han estate with none—and the trail of Mo Han seemed a ghost trail.

But one thing was certain. The Dong family's hunt was far from over. The powerful-patriarch is yet to wake up from cultivation and know about the death of his son!

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