Brothel Manager 2 :Path of DUAL CULTIVATION

The appearance of Spirit Crane attracted a lot of attention.

A lot of murmurs surged through the gathered crowd who were fighting to see the spirit crane.

"Who could they belong to?"

"Must be a visiting elder."

"No… look! The one dismounting the crane—he's so young!"

Indeed, the onlookers froze as three figures came into view. At the front was a youth in plain robes, calm-faced yet with a subtle sharpness in his eyes—Mo Han. Beside him waddled a round-bellied figure, Fatty Lambu, whose grin seemed to have a life of its own. Behind them strode another companion, quiet but alert.

Recognition struck like a thunderclap.

"That's… Mo Han?"

"The outer sect nobody?!"

"Impossible! How could he have soul-bound beasts?"

The disbelief spread quickly, turning into low whispers that buzzed like restless bees. Even a few main court disciples—proud and aloof by nature—drifted over, drawn by the sight of the Spirit Crane's snowy plumage.

From within the crowd, a pair of narrowed eyes glared like poison. Ron Lee, his enmity with Mo Han long-standing, stared at the scene as if his entire understanding of the world had cracked in half.

"That useless wretch…" Ron Lee's hands clenched. "How…?"

But Mo Han seemed not to notice, or perhaps simply did not care. Without a word to the spectators, he and Fatty Lambu walked past them all, their steps unhurried, their expressions unreadable.

They passed through the curious stares, ignoring the speculative glances of the elders and the bitter glare of Ron Lee, and headed directly for the humble servant barracks beside Jia Kai's stone house.

The crowd parted for them, as though the aura of the Spirit Crane and Mountain Eagle still clung to their presence, demanding a path without needing words.

When they finally disappeared inside the barracks, the murmurs exploded once more.

"How can a servant have spirit beasts like those?"

"There must be a hidden master backing him…"

"Or… perhaps he is not who we thought he was."

The Spirit Crane stood silently under the shade of the Aura Tree, its long neck arched gracefully, eyes half-lidded as though the mortal chatter beneath it was beneath notice. The Mountain Eagle perched on a nearby rock, its gaze sweeping the courtyard with the indifference of a king surveying lesser lands.

And in the hearts of all who had witnessed it, one thought burned— This Mo Han… is not ordinary.

"Jia Kai, is this your pet?" Suddenly, Ron Lee asked her by standing against her path.

"No, It belongs to Fatty Lambu. Mo Han gifted him this spirit crane." She replied calmly and walked into her stone house.

The colours changed on the face of Ron Lee as he could digest the fact. He could have felt jealous if she said the spirit crane belonged to Mo Han. But, her words made Ron Lee shudder in fear.

"He actually gifted it to Fatty?!" The servant of Ron Lee muttered loudly.

"I should have befriended him." A lady servant spoke out after hearing the news.

The news of Mo Han gifting the Spirit crane to Fatty Lambu spread like wild fire.

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Later that evening…

The sky over Burning Sun Peak was tinged with the warm gold of late evening, the sun dipping low behind jagged ridgelines. Lanterns were already being lit along the inner court paths, their faint glow weaving with the mountain mist.

Inside the servant barracks, Mo Han quietly tied the final knot of his robe. His movements were deliberate, unhurried—like a man setting out not for war, but for something inevitable.

From the corner, Fatty Ben rushed into Mo Han's room. His round eyes followed Mo Han's preparations.

"Brother Han," he mumbled through a mouthful, "where are you off to? It's almost night."

Mo Han glanced over, a faint smile playing at his lips.

"I'm going to the Administration Hall. The elder there will assess my cultivation, and… I'll be applying for a Main Peak disciple slot."

The sweet potato slipped from Fatty Ben's fingers.

"Main Peak?! You—" he sprang up, his pudgy cheeks wobbling with excitement, "—you mean the real main peak? The ones where even inner court disciples have to kneel for a chance to enter?"

Mo Han's smile deepened, but he said nothing more.

Of course, Fatty Ben could never resist such news. By the time Mo Han stepped out into the misty courtyard, Fatty was waddling beside him, breathing heavily from the effort yet grinning like a child following a hero to glory.

They both walked with excited faces and the admiring looks of onlookers boosted their confidence.

The Administration Hall was halfway up a side slope, built of dark stone, with a carved stone bearing the three characters: Burning Sun Hall.

Behind a heavy desk sat an elderly man in deep brown robes, his sparse white hair tied in a simple knot. Elder Wu was known for his sharp tongue and sharper eyes; no disciple dared lie about their cultivation before him.

He looked up as Mo Han and Fatty entered.

"Name."

"Mo Han."

Elder Wu raised an eyebrow.

"I see… Elder Ping of the Sect Library has mentioned you." His tone was dry, but there was a flicker of curiosity. "Step forward. Place your hand on the crystal."

From a locked cabinet, he retrieved a jade sphere the size of a man's head. Faint veins of gold ran through its translucent body, and it pulsed faintly—like a heart that could sense the flow of Qi itself.

Mo Han placed his palm upon the sphere.

A deep hum filled the hall. Threads of light flared inside the jade, spiraling upward in seven full rings—then stopped, pulsing brighter.

The elder's eyes narrowed.

"Qi Condensation… Master level."

Gasps came from two record-keepers in the corner.

Mo Han's expression did not change, but Fatty Ben's face split into a grin so wide it threatened to swallow his ears.

"Elder Wu," Mo Han said calmly, "Elder Ping told me: if I could surpass the Seventh Level of Qi Condensation, I would qualify for the Main Peak. I believe this result is more than enough."

The old man leaned back, fingers tapping the desk.

"Yes… your cultivation meets the requirement. But things have changed."

"Changed?"

Elder Wu sighed, setting the jade sphere aside.

"The disciples of Main Peak complained about servants stepping on main Peak with an equal level to them. The seven Main Peak Elders have decided—no matter one's cultivation—entry will only be granted if you can defeat a current Main Peak disciple in a formal challenge."

Fatty Ben's jaw dropped.

"That's— that's impossible! The Main Peak disciples are all monsters! Brother Han, this—"

"Silence," Elder Wu said curtly, his gaze still on Mo Han. "Rules are rules. If you can defeat one of them, you may enter. Otherwise… the door remains closed."

The hall was silent for a breath. Fatty Ben's shoulders slumped, disappointment written across his round face.

But Mo Han only smiled faintly. There was no flash of anger, no protest—only the calm of someone who had already accepted the path ahead.

"I see," he said quietly. He bowed with perfect courtesy. "Then I shall take my leave."

Without another word, he turned and walked out. Fatty-Ben hurried after him, still sputtering complaints, but Mo Han's steady stride never faltered.

The elder continued to stare at the leaving back of Mo Han as he thought MO Han was afraid to fight against the Main-peak disciple.

But only Mo Han Knows the truth! The tiger never wants to race with dogs to prove it's worth. It's a loss for Burning Sun Peak... Bot for MO Han!

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