"Luoyue? You're looking for Luoyue?"
The person asking stared at Ning Beichen and his companions as if they were fools.
"Yes, is there a problem with that?"
Ning Beichen and the others were completely baffled by his reaction.
"Heh heh, my friend, you've brought so many beautiful women with you, and you're still looking for the top courtesan of the Red Moon Tower in Red Moon City? You're really something else."
The man gave Ning Beichen a thumbs-up.
"Top courtesan? Red Moon Tower?"
Ning Beichen felt something was not quite right.
"That's right, Miss Luoyue is the top courtesan of our Red Moon Tower who performs but doesn't sell herself. However, it's not easy to meet her; you'll need to spend a lot of money."
The man winked at Ning Beichen.
"Where is the Red Moon Tower?"
Ning Beichen frowned and asked him.
"There, not far ahead."
The man pointed the way for Ning Beichen.
"Thank you, my friend."
Ning Beichen casually threw some local currency at him, making the man deeply grateful.
"Let's go, we'll check out the Red Moon Tower."
Ning Beichen said to the women.
The women had all heard from Ning Beichen and Luo Yingying about the skeleton, so they were very curious about this Luoyue.
They wondered if Luoyue was a relative of the skeleton's owner, or perhaps his enemy or lover.
Soon, Ning Beichen and his group arrived at the Red Moon Tower. By then, they had figured out what kind of place the Red Moon Tower was, which made Liu Yilin, Luo Yingying, and the other women blush with embarrassment.
But that wasn't the most troublesome part. This place was originally a paradise for men, and now Ning Beichen, a man, appearing with so many rare and beautiful women in such a place, the consequences were predictable.
"When did the Red Moon Tower get so many beautiful ladies? I want her tonight, I'll pay any price."
A man with a face full of pimples pointed at Luo Yingying and shouted.
"She's mine, no one can snatch her from me."
Another man rushed in front of Liu Yilin and reached out to grab her waist.
Other men also chose Haitang, Ye Lanxin, and the others, and no one paid any attention to the women inside the Red Moon Tower anymore.
"Hey, hey, hey... they are not our Red Moon Tower girls."
The madam of the Red Moon Tower shouted urgently.
But her shouts were useless; they couldn't stop the red-eyed men.
"Scram!"
Ning Beichen roared. The entire Red Moon Tower trembled as if hit by an earthquake, the building shaking a few times.
The men who lunged at Luo Yingying, Liu Yilin, Haitang, and Ye Lanxin were sent flying like cannonballs, crashing through walls and landing on the street, unable to get up.
This was Ning Beichen holding back; if he hadn't, these people would all be dead, their remains scattered.
"They are not women of the Red Moon Tower. If you dare to extend your dog claws again, I will chop off all your hands, so you'll never be able to touch anyone again."
Ning Beichen said sternly.
"You're too barbaric. They were just ignorant, and you injured them all..."
A guy, unable to stand Ning Beichen's arrogance, intended to step forward, or perhaps thought he was capable of doing so.
In the next second, even he was sent flying, piling up outside with the others.
"Who else has a problem? Come on, I'll give you time to organize your words and say it again."
Ning Beichen said with a chilling tone.
The people who had been shouting a moment ago fell silent. Some even turned their heads away, acting as if it had nothing to do with them, showing Ning Beichen their stance: they were just spectators.
You could only be arrogant if you were strong enough to back it up; acting arrogant when you weren't was simply asking for trouble.
Seeing that no one else in the Red Moon Tower was causing trouble, Ning Beichen let out a cold snort and restrained his killing intent.
"I want to see Luoyue."
Ning Beichen said to the madam of the Red Moon Tower.
"Yes... yes, you can. However, Luoyue is not part of our Red Moon Tower. She is free. I can only go and inform her. Whether she sees you or not, I can't decide."
Facing Ning Beichen, the killing god, the madam of the Red Moon Tower dared not offend him.
For people in their line of work, the most important thing was discernment: knowing who they could and could not offend.
Someone like Ning Beichen, who appeared everywhere with several heavenly fairy-like beauties, and who was clearly powerful, was undoubtedly a scion of a prominent family out for a novel experience, or perhaps a core disciple of a certain sect.
"Then I'll trouble you."
Ning Beichen casually tossed a handful of local currency at her, his generosity evident.
The madam expressed her heartfelt thanks to Ning Beichen. Just as she was about to leave to relay his message, Ning Beichen called her back.
"Wait, take this to her. If she refuses to see me, remember to bring my item back."
Ning Beichen handed her an ancient dagger.
"Yes, young master, I'll go now."
The madam respectfully took Ning Beichen's dagger and hurried upstairs to inform him.
After about five minutes, the madam of the Red Moon Tower returned, her face beaming, and said excitedly to Ning Beichen.
"Congratulations, young master. Luoyue has agreed. Please come upstairs to meet her."
"Thank you."
Ning Beichen nodded and, amidst envious glances from everyone, led the women upstairs.
Soon, Ning Beichen met Luoyue.
Luoyue was indeed worthy of being called the top courtesan by the men outside. She was beautiful, with a slender waist, charming and graceful, and a hint of melancholy in her eyes, giving her a pitiable aura.
"You... where did you get this dagger?"
The moment Luoyue saw Ning Beichen, she asked excitedly.
Ning Beichen didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked at her pale skin and frowned, saying.
"Miss, you are ill, and it's a serious illness."
In a normal situation, Ning Beichen's curse would likely have earned him a beating.
But Luoyue was stunned. She then looked up at Ning Beichen with an incredulous expression and said.
"You can tell?"
Ning Beichen nodded. After observing her for a moment, he asked.
"Your muscles are slowly atrophying, your strength is gradually fading, and you often feel weakness in your limbs, right?"
"You're absolutely right, young master. Do you... do you know what this illness is?"
Luoyue asked, astonished.
"Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis."
Ning Beichen uttered the three words that were very familiar to everyone in his world.
However, in the Fade Mortal Realm, there was no such thing as ALS.
The Fade Mortal Realm was a world of cultivators, but that didn't mean cultivators wouldn't get sick.
There's a saying: no matter how strong humans are, they can't be stronger than viruses.
And the more powerful humans become, the more powerful the viruses become.
Here, a common cold virus, if placed in an ordinary world, could wipe out a race in minutes.