Chapter 2: The Bathhouse

The scene continues. Zi Chen is walking through the vast, lavish corridors of the crimson garden brothel house, a single white towel clinging to her dewy skin.

On the way, she meets several other slave servants; some were male, others female, but the moment they met, they immediately bowed their heads, paying respect to her, saying, “Greetings, senior,” as Zi Chen simply nodded, acknowledging their greetings.

She realized that some of the slave servants were the girls who helped her change into the black dress and helped her with the market; she took time to speak with them, getting more info on the directions and main locations of the crimson garden brothel, but as she spoke, she realized something: they seemed scared, almost terrified, but after careful analysis, she realized the reason why.

The reason why they were so respectful, despite her being a relatively new pleasure slave, was because she was a demonic cultivator while most of them were ordinary mortal pleasure slaves, low-ranking slaves who served in the brothel house as low-ranking escorts for normal clients.

The other mortal slaves knew from the rumours from the slave auction house that despite Zi Chen being a recently bought pleasure slave for the Ju family, she was on a completely different rank in terms of power and status.

First of all, she was a member of an exotic race, making her extremely valuable even if she were to be sold again; and second, she was a 6th-layer qi condensation demonic cultivator from the demon territory.

From this information alone, they deduced that since her cultivation realm was greater than theirs, add that to her higher genetic structure of 100 times, she was basically 100 times stronger than a standard 6th-layer qi condensation cultivator; if that was not enough, exotic lifeforms were rumored to possess innate secret talents that made them tricky opponents.

Lastly, they knew their master Liu Ju held her in high regard, especially after spending a vast fortune to acquire her; meaning if anyone were to harm her, there would be hell to pay. Thus, all of them concluded that choosing to make an enemy out of her, even if she was a pleasure slave, was not wise.

In this universe, mortals were regarded as less than insects. For example, in the current world where she was called planet Bailu, mortals were treated like lesser lifeforms, even against the weakest false cultivators who were called martial artists, who began their cultivation journey at the body tempering realm.

Even against them most mortals would find it almost impossible to win even if they attacked in large groups.

Now consider Zi Chen, who had cultivated from the body refining realm, broken through to the meridian opening realm where she opened her meridian to absorb qi, finally breaking through to her current qi condensation realm, where one is considered to be a true cultivator showed just how strong she was when compared to ordinary mortals, but in the cultivation world she was still an insect even with her current 6th layer of qi condensation realm.

At qi condensation, cultivators are cleansed of mortal impurities. They possess superhuman strength, speed, and reflexes, allowing them to easily overpower dozens of trained mortal soldiers or martial artists simultaneously; they can channel Qi into their limbs to shatter boulders, coat their skin in energy to deflect standard mortal weapons like swords and arrows, and cast minor magic techniques that mortals simply have no natural defense against.

At their realm, although they can not fly on their own, they could inject their Qi into a spiritual weapon, usually a sword or a magical relic, making it levitate. They then stand on top of it and steer it using their mind or hand gestures.

Even at this realm, although they are strong these cultivators are just exceptionally healthy then most mortals. They rarely get sick and live to the absolute maximum limit of a natural base lifespan depending on their races genetic life structure.

This was what terrified the others the most. Although Zi Chen appeared normal, her genetic life structure allowed her to live much longer; while most humans only reached 100 years, thanks to her unique genetic life structure, she could live up to 10,000 years even without cultivating.

To mortals like them, they had little to no chance of victory when fighting against a Martial Artist, let alone a true cultivator; thus, most mortals considered themselves the lucky ones if they were taken under the protection of a cultivator sect or had the opportunity of becoming citizens of strong cultivators like nascent soul cultivators who ruled entire countries as emperors.

The unlucky ones usually on the other hand, usually ended up as nothing more than slaves and playthings for cultivators or worse, as refinement material or experimental test subjects for demonic cultivators.

After obtaining the memories of the former owner, Zi Chen realized why demonic cultivators were so feared. Unlike the righteous path cultivators, demonic cultivators were terrifying in their social structures, core philosophies, and methods of gaining power.

Righteous Path Cultivators were organized into large sects, clans, or orthodox institutions with strict rules, shared values, and generational hierarchies.

They emphasize harmony with heaven, societal order, and collective stability over raw individual ambition.

They rely on slow, steady absorption of natural spiritual energy, meditation, and following accepted traditional cultivation techniques.

Even so, while most branded themselves as “righteous,” most of their members are often hypocritical, pursuing personal desires and organizational benefits behind a polite facade of virtue.

Demonic Path Cultivators, on the other hand, operate mostly through loose alliances of lone cultivators and cutthroat individuals with little to no institutional loyalty.

They are individualistic, indulge in their own desires, and act mainly when there are benefits to be gained.

In terms of cultivation, they prefer using unorthodox cultivation methods such as absorbing life essence through refining blood pills created by slaughtering large groups of mortals and rival cultivators, allowing them to drastically increase their cultivation realm in mere years, as compared to taking traditional cultivation methods that would take hundreds, if not thousands, of years to achieve the same breakthrough.

They utilize soul refinement techniques by capturing souls to forge powerful, evil magical treasures like soul-devouring banners, sentient swords, and even corpse puppets, allowing them to use the dead bodies of the people they kill as nothing more than cultivation resources.

They are often viewed as ruthless and cruel due to a lack of social inhibitions, though in some rare instances you can find demonic cultivators who, despite using demonic art, are relatively neutral and act only when provoked.

As Zi Chen walked, she realized that the major reason why the other slaves seemed to treat her differently was that the former owner was a demonic cultivator. She had gone through the memories of the previous owner and realized just how ruthless demonic cultivators were.

From the memories she had obtained, she saw how the former owner refined blood pills after slaughtering hundreds of qi cultivators from various demonic and righteous sects and using their blood essence to refine blood pills that allowed her to boost her cultivation.

She saw how the former owner utilized soul refinement to create magic items like soul flags or used them to fuel her demonic techniques.

As she walked towards the bathhouse, she contemplated her situation and understood she had a huge journey ahead; even if she escaped, the sins of the owner would still follow her.

After walking for a while, she finally reached the reception of the bathhouse. She was stunned by how vast the Crimson Garden brothel house truly was.

As she reached the bathhouse, she found a mortal girl around 14 years old, dressed in a revealing slit-cut dress that featured a form-fitting silhouette with a high mandarin collar and short sleeves.

The most striking feature of the dress was the dramatic, asymmetrical cutout that snakes down from the collar, curving open along the bust line and extending all the way down the side and up the high-cut thigh slit.

“Greetings, Lady Chen,” the female servant murmured, her voice a fragile thread. “I am Ye Ling. I am the receptionist of the crimson garden bathhouse is there something I can help you with?” She asked.

“Greetings. I need a bath. Are there any empty stalls?” “Yes, My Lady. Your rank grants access to the premium lounge, so you don’t need to go to the public lounge.” The servant said as she handed her a wooden plank.

“You will find the premium lounge bathhouse on the second floor in the room on the right side. To enter, just pass a portion of your energy into the token at the entrance to open the formation.”

“I see. Thanks. Zi Chen said as she made her way to the premium lounge bath house and, following Yi Ling’s instruction, easily entered the protective formation. As she entered, she found a cavern of steaming water and aromatic oils.

The bath house unfolded before her like a hidden palace, blending natural wonder with imperial opulence.

At the center lay a sprawling pool of crystal-clear spring water, perpetually warmed to a soothing heat.

Swirls of gentle mist rose toward the vaulted ceiling, carrying the rich, calming fragrances of crushed lotus root, white sandalwood, and night-blooming jasmine.

Towering pillars of polished dark mahogany and intricately carved white marble supported the cavern roof. Hanging lanterns crafted from translucent glass and carved jade cast a warm, amber glow across the stone walls, making the entire grotto shimmer like gold.

Set slightly apart from the main pool, carved directly into the living stone of the grotto, lay the private cleansing alcoves. Here, privacy met indulgence under cascading streams of warm, filtered spring water.

The water fell from overhead fixtures shaped like bronze dragon heads, their mouths pouring a steady, perfectly heated stream.

Each station was enclosed by sheer, imported silk curtains that rippled softly in the steam. Beneath the spouts rested massive, hand-carved basins of black jade, filled with smooth river stones that gently massaged the soles of the feet as the water washed over them.

Beyond the steamy perimeter of the pool, the room sloped gently upward into a series of secluded grottos designed for post-bath repose, draped in an atmosphere of absolute tranquility.

Low platforms made of fragrant rosewood were draped in layers of heavy silk brocade, plush velvet cushions, and thick fur bathroom carpets to chase away the chill of the damp air.

Small bronze censers shaped as mythical qilin smoldered quietly in the corners, releasing delicate wisps of agarwood and sweet-olive smoke that mingled with the humid air.

Along the edge of the pool, tiered trays of polished bronze held jars of crushed pearl powder, floral honey scrubs, and delicate silk drying cloths.

Floating wooden trays drifted lazily across the surface of the water, bearing small wine cups; on a shelf, several large bottles of aged wine were placed in beautiful, highly detailed bottles.

Lastly, tucked into the stone curves around the main pool were smaller, private soaking basins lined with smooth jade pebbles, sheltered behind beaded curtains made of polished river glass and fragrant cedarwood screens.

The air itself felt thick with tranquility, completely cut off from the noise and trials of the outside world, inviting her to shed her exhaustion and surrender entirely to the luxury of the ancient springs.

Zi Chen was stunned and amazed by the luxurious aesthetic of the private bathhouse. She first went to the shower in one of the shower areas; after scrubbing the cum of the day from her skin and hair, she walked into the main pool and sank into the warm water.

“Finally clean,” she whispered, her voice echoing. “Those men were beasts. I’ve never been fucked so hard.”She reached down, feeling the ache in her asshole.

“If I want to escape, I have to lose this collar first. Otherwise, my asshole will be a permanent doorway.” She let out a sharp, bitter laugh.

“In my former life, I was at the top of the Arcadian Empire, a proud scientist whose inventions paved the way for the expansion of the empire; I was filthy rich and even had personal male servants who knelt and served me at every whim. Now I have transmigrated into the body of a half-tiefling slave and made into a cumslut whore for the Ju family brothel business.”

“Damn, life is strange. Well, at least I am alive. Even if I have sex with multiple men, I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant since, from what I have learnt due to the genetic structures of exotic lifeforms, they are unable to have offspring in the normal sense.”

“Aside from that, I have learnt it’s very rare for cultivators to get sick from diseases or infections; unlike mortals, they possess evolved genes that allow them to live entire lifetimes without getting sick.” Zi Chen says, soaking her boy dipper into the warm pool, beginning to think of the day’s events, especially the time he had sex with the 5 merchant clients.

“I still can’t stop thinking about those cocks ... I nearly blacked out from that insane gang bang, but fuck, having my holes being pounded was so hot. Having them fill me with their cum was amazing; it reminds me of the orgies I used to have with my male servants back in Arcadia. Wait, what am I saying? Gods, if this continues, I might actually end up becoming an actual cum slut, but thinking of those cocks drilling into my pussy and asshole makes me so wet.” Zi Chen said, as she began masturbating her pussy while fondling her breasts, when suddenly two doors to the pool area opened, and two handsome naked men entered the main pool area kissing.

The first man has long, light blonde hair tied back in a high half-updo; he possesses a distinct black tattoo marking on his forehead. He has fair skin and sharp, defined facial features, and possesses a well-built, muscular, athletic body with broad shoulders and visible muscle definition. He is currently completely naked and seems to be kissing the other man while stroking his cock. This was Liu Ju, the man who previously bought her at the slave auction.

The second man is a handsome, well-built man. He has long, dark black hair cascading down past his shoulders with a few loose strands framing his sharp, defined facial features. He has dark eyes and a calm, composed expression. He possesses a heavily built, muscular physique with broad shoulders and prominent, well-defined chest and abdominal muscles. Just like Liu Ju, he is completely naked and seems to be kissing Liu Ju as he fondles his ass, inserting one finger into his asshole, when suddenly his gaze falls on Zi Chen, who is soaking and relaxing in the main pool.