Brothel Manager 2 :Path of DUAL CULTIVATION

The mountain eagle's sharp cry cut through the air as its feet touched down on the smooth stone of the Burning Sun Peak sect's inner court.

But instead of the calm and serenity the place usually carried, there was something disturbingly wrong.

The moment they landed, Mo Han's sharp eyes narrowed. His body stiffened as he caught the sound—harsh, broken, desperate.

The spirit crane beast, a loyal companion of Fatty Lambu, was standing near the entrance of the stone courtyard. Its wings were spread wide, and from its throat poured an anguished, hoarse cry, the kind of cry beasts made only when their bonded masters were in danger. Its voice trembled, cracked, and yet it screamed again, wings slapping against the ground as though trying to rattle the world into listening.

"Something's wrong," Mo Han muttered, his voice low but heavy as thunder. Without wasting another second, he leapt down from the eagle and sprinted across the courtyard, his boots hammering the stone tiles.

"Mo Han!" Jia Kai called after him, but he didn't even turn back. She could feel it too—the atmosphere was wrong, thick with the bitter traces of anger and humiliation.

Pushing open the wooden door of the inner quarters, Mo Han's heart clenched. The faint scent of blood filled his nostrils. There, on the bed, lay Fatty Lambu. His round, usually flushed face was pale and swollen. Bruises colored his arms and neck, blood still crusted near his lips. His body was trembling faintly, though he tried to sit up the moment he saw Mo Han.

"Mo… Han…" Lambu croaked, his voice breaking. "You—why are you back so soon…?"

Mo Han rushed to his side and placed a steadying hand on his shoulder. "What happened? Who did this to you?" His tone was calm, but beneath it was the rumble of suppressed fury. His eyes burned, searching for the truth.

Tears welled up in Lambu's swollen eyes as his lips quivered. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms. "It was Yao Fan… the son of the patriarch."

Jia Kai gasped, her hand flying to her lips. "What? Yao Fan himself?"

Fatty nodded weakly, his voice shaking. "He… he came here, asking about you, Mo Han. He wanted to know how you, a servant, dared to reach the complete Qi Condensation realm. He mocked me when I said nothing… he—" Lambu's words broke off, and he coughed hard, a streak of blood staining the corner of his mouth.

Mo Han's eyes flashed dangerously. His jaw tightened, every vein in his hand standing out as he clenched his fist. "What did he do?"

Lambu swallowed hard, fighting the pain. His voice was low, filled with humiliation. "First, he toyed with my spirit crane… He grabbed its neck, twisted them, laughed as it cried. I begged him to stop, but instead, he turned his anger on me. He… he kicked me again and again, Mo Han. Like I was nothing but a dog. He even—he even took my storage ring… everything I owned, all my savings."

The crane outside let out another sorrowful cry, as if echoing its master's broken pride.

For a moment, silence hung in the room. Mo Han's expression darkened. His eyes, usually calm and sharp, now blazed with killing intent. He slowly stood, his aura surging unconsciously. The wooden walls of the room creaked, as though groaning under the weight of the energy.

"I see," Mo Han said coldly, his voice cutting like ice. "So he dared to harm my brother, humiliate him, and steal from him?"

"Mo Han, wait—" Jia Kai stepped forward, placing a hand on his arm. Her eyes were anxious. "You can't be reckless. He is the patriarch's son. To move against him is to move against the sect itself. Do you understand how dangerous that is?"

Mo Han turned his head, meeting her gaze. His eyes were like burning coals, but his voice was steady. "If a man allows others to trample his brother and take his belongings without consequence, then what meaning does his cultivation hold? What is the point of power if it cannot protect those close to him?"

Lambu shook his head quickly, struggling to rise. "No, Mo Han, don't! Don't go against him… I can endure this. I'm used to it. Don't risk yourself for me…" His body wavered, and he fell back against the bed, tears mixing with sweat on his cheeks.

Mo Han crouched down, his voice softening as he grasped Lambu's hand. "You are my brother. Do you think I will let this go? Even if he is the patriarch's son, even if it brings danger, I cannot allow anyone to trample you like this. The day I accept such humiliation is the day I abandon the meaning of my path."

"But Mo Han—" Jia Kai began again, desperation in her tone.

He cut her off, rising to his feet with a decisive step. "I know how to deal this… Don't stop me, Jia Kai. I know the danger, but I also know myself. I will not let fear dictate my path. No one… no one has the right to snatch away what belongs to my people." His aura surged once more, the determination in his voice shaking even the walls.

Lambu's lips quivered. "Mo Han… you're going to fight him?"

"Yes," Mo Han said firmly, his back straight, his fists clenched. "I will find Yao Fan. I will take back what he stole. And I will make him understand—if he dares to touch my brother again, I will not show mercy, no matter whose son he is."

"Mo Han!" Jia Kai shouted, stepping in front of him, her arms spread as if to block his way. "This isn't just about you anymore! If you fight him, it will become the entire sect against you. Do you understand that?"

Mo Han's gaze softened for a brief moment as he looked at her. "I understand. But you must also understand me. If I back down today, then tomorrow another will come to trample us. And the day after that, another. A cultivator who cannot even defend the dignity of his own people… is unworthy of stepping further on this path."

The air grew heavy. Even the spirit crane outside had gone silent, as if the beast, too, was listening to the conviction in Mo Han's words.

Jia Kai bit her lip, trembling. She knew he was right, but the danger was real. "You… you stubborn fool," she whispered.

Mo Han moved past her gently, his voice calm yet resolute. "Take care of Lambu. Heal his wounds. I will handle Yao Fan."

Lambu weakly lifted his head, tears streaming down his bruised face. "Brother… don't die for me…"

Mo Han paused at the door, his back to them, his voice firm. "I won't die. But he will learn never to touch my brother again."

And with that, he stepped outside, the setting sun casting his silhouette against the courtyard, sharp and unyielding like a blade drawn for battle.

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