I will make Qin Shi Huang immortal in the Great Qin Dynasty.

A brothel!?

Xiao Yan stopped in his tracks.

Suddenly, the words the Imperial Advisor had given them a month ago flashed through his mind.

"Once you cultivate your Yuan Power, you can't use the excuse of nurturing your body to touch young women or married women."

Can't we use the excuse of being a young woman or a newlywed?!

If young women and married women are not suitable, can other women be?

Xiao Yan's gaze fell on the madam.

In her thirties, she still retained her charm, with a shrewdness and sophistication unique to women of the night in her eyes and brows, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were clearly visible when she smiled.

Is she a young woman? Obviously not. Is she a young married woman? Obviously not either.

She was at least in her thirties, an age old enough to be a grandmother in the Qin Dynasty.

The imperial advisor was referring to "young women and young wives," so the madam was clearly not included in that category.

So asking her to do experiments wouldn't be considered disobeying the Imperial Advisor's words.

Once Xiao Yan made up his mind, he took a step towards the entrance of the brothel.

The madam was greeting customers at the door when she suddenly saw a young man walking straight towards her.

The man was in his early twenties, tall with broad shoulders and a thick back, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and dressed in clean and neat casual clothes.

Although the fabric of the clothes was not the most luxurious, the overall demeanor, the dashing and upright manner that emanated from his very being, made him stand out among the group of misfits.

The madam's eyes darted around, and her smile instantly warmed up: "Esteemed guest, you look unfamiliar. Is this your first time here? Please come in, please come in. I have all kinds of girls here, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Xiao Yan stopped in front of her, looked her up and down, then fixed his gaze on her face, and said seriously and directly, "You're the one."

The madam's smile froze for a moment.

She wondered if she had misheard. "Distinguished guest... what did you say?"

"You're the one." Xiao Yan repeated, his tone still serious, without a hint of joking. "I'm going to do an experiment. If Dongxi gets close to your ribs, it should be very horny. Can you help me verify it?"

The madam's mind completely went blank for a moment.

Will Dongxi enter her ribs? It'll probably look like a woodlice? Should I ask her to help verify?

This young, handsome man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who looked very serious, stood at the entrance of the brothel and said these words to the madam, who was in her thirties.

The madam has been in the red-light district for over a decade; what kind of tune hasn't she seen? What kind of words hasn't she heard?

But the man in front of her spoke so earnestly, so seriously, and so confidently that she couldn't tell whether he was genuinely ignorant or just pretending.

She glanced at Xiao Yan again, almost unconsciously.

The young man's eyes were clear, without the slightest hint of frivolity. He didn't seem to be deliberately teasing or flirting; rather, he seemed to be genuinely discussing something serious.

A strange feeling suddenly stirred in the madam's heart.

This young man is good-looking, has a good physique, and a clean demeanor. Moreover, since things have already gone this far, if she hesitates or makes excuses, she would be the one being pretentious.

Having been in the world of pleasure for so many years, what kind of men hasn't she encountered?

Since the young man who had delivered himself to her door today was just like this, she didn't mind getting on the horse herself and experiencing what "that thing" he was talking about was.

Her face flushed slightly, and her voice softened, carrying a deliberately lowered, coquettish tone: "You're so direct, esteemed guest... At my age, it's rare to find someone who still finds me attractive. Since you don't mind, then... please come with me."

She turned and led the way, her waist swaying more gracefully than usual, her skirt swaying gently with each step, outlining a voluptuous curve.

Xiao Yan followed behind, his gaze sweeping over her without lingering for a moment.

His attention was completely elsewhere, not on the swaying waists and the fluttering skirts.

He silently recalled the description of the Yuan Power Guiding Technique in his mind—outputting Yuan Power from the palm of his hand, evenly covering the meridian nodes of the other person's body, and sensing the other person's blood and qi circulation through gentle penetration.

He had never tried this on a real person before, and he was determined to verify it today to see if the "external perception of Yuan Power" described in the National Master's teachings was reliable.

The madam swayed her hips as she walked ahead, occasionally glancing at the young man behind her, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

She pushed open a door, stepped aside to let Xiao Yan in, and then closed the door behind her.

The room was much more elegantly furnished than downstairs, with a carved wooden bed covered by a gauze curtain and a small bronze incense burner at the head of the bed.

"Honored guest, please sit on the bed." The madam's voice was softer than before, carrying a hint of unspoken ambiguity unique to the world of pleasure.

She was the first to walk to the bedside and sit down, placing her hands on her knees with her eyes slightly lowered, like a bride waiting for her groom to lift her veil.

Xiao Yan walked to the bedside, then stretched out his hand and pointed to the center of the bed.

"Lie down."

The madam's eyelids twitched, and she pressed her lips together repeatedly, but in the end, she complied with his wishes and lay down.

She lay on the bed, her black hair spread out on the pillow, her breathing slightly rapid.

She waited for a moment, but Xiao Yan didn't make any move. Just as she was wondering about this, she felt a warm, large hand gently rest on her shoulder.

The madam's body trembled slightly.

That felt so strange.

There was a tingling, numb sensation she had never experienced before, as if countless extremely fine feathers were running under her skin, opening up every pore, relaxing every muscle, and even sending a lazy warmth through her bones.

She had spent half her life in the world of prostitution and considered herself to have seen all sorts of tricks, but she had never even heard of anything like this before.

Her breathing became slightly rapid, a faint blush rose to her cheeks, and her fingers gripped the blankets tightly beneath her.

Xiao Yan, however, did not notice her reaction at all.

His entire attention was focused on the Yuan energy emanating from his palm.

……

The night passed.

Xiao Yan slowly withdrew his hand and let out a long sigh of relief.

His eyes shone with a satisfied light.

After a whole night of repeated testing and verification, he confirmed that the content about the external projection of Yuan energy and perception in the cultivation method taught by the National Preceptor was completely true.

Yuan energy can indeed be input into another person's body through contact, and it can indeed clearly perceive the flow of meridians and blood in the other person's body. It can even clear blockages in superficial meridians through gentle penetration.

This night's verification gave him a deeper understanding and stronger confidence in the cultivation technique he practiced, and made him even more certain that he was walking through a door to a completely new world.

He stood up from the edge of the bed, stretched his stiff knuckles, took out some money from his pocket and placed it on the low table by the bedside, then turned and walked towards the door, his steps much lighter than when he came in.

His silhouette resembled that of a scholar who had just completed an important experiment and was now contentedly preparing to go home and write his lab report.

The madam lay on the bed, staring blankly as Xiao Yan's figure disappeared out the door. She was like a statue frozen in place, not moving an inch, not even blinking.

The door closed.

The footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor and then disappeared completely.

The room was so quiet that only the faint crackling of the embers in the bronze incense burner and the chirping of early birds outside the window could be heard.

The madam sat bolt upright, slammed the pillow beside her to the ground, and cursed through gritted teeth, "You beast!"

Her voice was filled with a hatred that seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

"You beast! You touched me all night! You touched me all night long! You made me so aroused, so horny! And you—you beast! You did nothing! You did nothing!!"

She grew angrier and angrier as she spoke, and in one swift motion, she jumped off the bed, stood barefoot on the floor, grabbed the money from the low table, looked at it again and again, wishing she could throw it away.

"I've been in this business for over a decade. What kind of men haven't I seen?! You came to a brothel, groped me all night, and then left! What do you take me for?!"

Her chest heaved violently with anger, the thin fabric covering her chest taut.

She paced around the room a few times, then sat back down on the bed, then stood up, then sat down again, her whole being in a state of anger, shame, and disbelief.

"You touched me all night! You touched me all night! I've lived half my life and never encountered anything like this before. A handsome young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes came to a brothel just to touch me all night! And he even paid for it! Your hands touched me all night long, my whole body was weak, my bones were melting, and you just patted your butt and left without even taking off your clothes! You beast! You're a real beast!"