Chapter 276 - 235: Jile Tower, Tang Wen: Are You Still Human If You Can Resist?

Chapter 276: Chapter 235: Jile Tower, Tang Wen: Are You Still Human If You Can Resist?

Even at the entrance, he had smelled the cloying fragrance of perfume and powder wafting from within.

’So this is Zhao Zhe’s "Sangzhi Tower"?’

Sangzhi Tower, the Tower of Lost Will, was a mocking nickname. Its proper name was "Jile Tower," the Tower of Ultimate Bliss.

It was quite famous.

Tang Wen stood in the courtyard, sizing up the five-story building before him.

From the outside, with its black walls, gray tiles, and arched, upturned eaves, it didn’t look particularly special.

It was just much taller than a normal five-story Stone Tower, with smaller windows. On each side was a man-powered lift that could go straight to the fifth floor.

Guests would enter the lift, pick up a Golden Hammer, and strike the golden Copper Gong before them.

Slaves, always on standby, would hear the sound and immediately turn the windlass. The steel cable would coil, and the lift would slowly ascend, going directly to the fifth floor.

"Young Master, let’s take the lift," his housekeeper suggested.

"No, we’ll start on the first floor!" Tang Wen strode forward, then added, a little too defensively, "Don’t get the wrong idea. I just want to see what makes this Jile Tower so blissful."

The two women were helpless, their beautiful eyes filled with worry.

After all, Zhao Zhe had been the gang’s first Young Master.

While his Martial Arts Talent couldn’t compare to Tang Wen’s, he had once been a top choice for his generation.

After becoming a Young Master, his power grew, and his actions became more and more unrestrained as he began to indulge his desires.

Strangely, the Gang Leader didn’t intervene. After a few reprimands, he allowed Zhao Zhe to be consumed by his lust.

After becoming an Extraordinary, Zhao Zhe cozied up to the Huang Family and built this "Jile Tower," plunging even deeper into hedonism.

It took him a full three years and seven months to barely advance from an Initial Stage Extraordinary to a Veteran Extraordinary.

For an ordinary person, this pace wasn’t slow, but for a Young Master renowned as a genius, it was far too slow.

And so, the "Jile Tower’s" reputation spread.

People mocked it as the "Sangzhi Tower," a place where indulging in pleasure saps one’s will.

The two women worried that Tang Wen would also lose his will because of this tower.

In fact, it wasn’t just them. Many people in the gang were watching Tang Wen’s every move.

Knowing he was coming to take over the infamous "Jile Tower," they all wanted to see how many days it would take for him to re-emerge after stepping through its doors.

The Sixth Young Master’s people had even privately started a betting pool.

[Leaves the same day: 10-to-1 odds]

[Leaves after five days: 5-to-1 odds]

[Leaves after fifteen days: 1-to-1 odds]

[Leaves after one month: 1-to-5 odds]

[...]

The most popular bet was on him leaving after one month.

Their reasoning was sound.

Tang Wen had a youthful nature, and not only was he proficient in "Spear Technique," but Shui Yun had also been busy recently and wouldn’t have time for him for at least a month.

Plus, he was young and had just reached the Extraordinary realm with his heaven-defying Talent.

He had almost no equal, in the Inner City or out.

After years of arduous training, he had finally achieved his ambition and inherited immense power. Shouldn’t he celebrate properly?

All these factors piled up.

Even Vice Gang Leader Zhao, who favored him, had the thought that if Tang Wen didn’t indulge himself for a month, it would be an insult to all his previous hard work.

The bettors were all piling onto the 1-to-5 odds, but there was too much money coming in.

Left with no choice, the Sixth Young Master, who had started the pool, feared he’d lose too much and closed the betting early.

Then, everyone settled in to watch the show.

Everyone in the gang, from top to bottom, including Shui Yun, had heard about the commotion, even if they hadn’t participated. The only one in the dark was Tang Wen himself.

Meanwhile, in the Seven Kills Hall.

Someone came to report, "Hall Master, the Seventh Young Master has entered the Jile Tower."

Shui Yun, who was looking through a stack of ledgers, paused for a moment before continuing to flip through the pages, her expression noncommittal.

The messenger withdrew.

She flipped through the ledgers faster and faster.

Her heart was still in turmoil.

Shui Yun raised her long, slender neck and gazed out the window, her eyes deep with thought.

Back then, her father had a reason for not forcefully intervening as Zhao Zhe descended into debauchery.

She hadn’t understood when she was young, but after taking power, she slowly came to realize it.

As the successor to a major power,

second to one and above all others,

it was fine to be addicted to beautiful women, fine wine, power, or even handsome men.

However, simply getting addicted was no great feat.

What was required was the will to see through the object of one’s obsession and walk away from it, relying on personal strength alone, without external help!

If one couldn’t do that,

they were not worthy of taking power and becoming the successor.

Even if they managed to take the position by force, the pillars of the gang would never be convinced.

As for Zhao Zhe, who had been ruined by pleasure, it wouldn’t matter if he had the backing of the Huang Family, or even the secret support of all Three Great Families of the Inner City.

He would never have sat on the Gang Leader’s throne.

But Zhao Zhe couldn’t do it. Could Tang Wen?

Under the watch of countless hidden eyes,

Tang Wen, brimming with excitement, high spirits, and exhilaration, bounded into the Jile Tower, taking three steps for every two.

The moment he entered, his vision was filled with a sea of pale flesh.

A hundred beautiful women, chirping like songbirds, all bowed in unison. Their long, snow-white legs knelt without hesitation on the ground as they called out, "We greet the Young Master! From this day forward, we all serve Young Master Tang Wen!"

After shouting these two lines, they called out again in crisp voices:

"Greetings, Master!"

’Damn!’

’That guy Zhao Zhe knew how to live it up way more than I do.’

A hundred beauties, their gazes a mixture of fervent heat and apprehension, like kittens afraid of being abandoned by their master.

Even Tang Wen, looking down at the swaying, snow-white scenery, felt his mind sway unsteadily.

If he had to find fault, it would be that these women were too weak, merely Martial Disciples.

He glanced at them for a few moments, then turned his head to survey the tower’s decor, steadying his mind before walking up to the second floor.

Zhao Zhe didn’t disappoint him.

The number of women on the second floor was slightly smaller, thirty-six in total.

But every one of them was a one-in-a-hundred beauty, and half were Martial Artists.

They shouted the same slogans, dressed in tight-fitting dresses, and bowed gracefully to greet Tang Wen.

The bodies of Martial Artists were well-proportioned and toned.

When they knelt, their hands pressed to the floor, their sincerity was even more apparent.

The hems of their skirts, which barely covered their upper thighs, pulled taut, outlining curves like peaches and full moons.

Tang Wen said nothing, but he stared for a full three minutes on the second floor.

Only then did he force his legs to move, hunching over as he walked up to the third floor.

The third floor was dimly lit, illuminated only by the Luminous Crystals embedded in the ceiling.

Before him was a cross-shaped corridor. On both sides of the corridor were doors.

In front of each door stood a woman dressed like a housekeeper, in a white blouse and black skirt.

When Tang Wen’s housekeeper saw their uniforms, she looked down at her own.

It wasn’t just a resemblance; they were identical.

There was no concept of showing up in the same outfit in Ganshan City, but a woman’s focus was always the same. A fire of indignation flared up inside her. "What is this nonsense? Open the doors."

The faces of the many housekeepers blanched, and they hurriedly opened the doors behind them. Then, they knelt in sequence.

It was clear these women were quick to kneel.

One reason was that Zhao Zhe had extremely strict rules.

Another was that with a new master, they were terrified and didn’t dare not to kneel.

The leading woman didn’t dare to be coy any longer and quickly introduced, "Young Master, the third floor is all empty rooms. They have different furnishings and their own unique atmospheres."

Tang Wen strolled over and took a rough look.

The first room was hung with pink gauze curtains, and the Maids inside also wore pink, transparent gauze dresses.

Half-hidden, half-visible, they were all the more alluring.

Besides the color themes, there were also bathing and massage scenes, shop scenes, restaurant scenes, and so on.

In short, any kind of establishment that existed in Ganshan City existed here.

The pleasures of a hundred brothels could all be enjoyed on this single floor.

"Young Master, you must be tired from your hard work outside. Why not let us servants attend to you?" the head housekeeper of the third floor suggested boldly.

Liang Yu immediately glared at her. "Insolent! The Young Master will stay if he wishes. It’s not your place to speak!"

The woman, who had just stood up, immediately knelt again, her face pale with fright, her body trembling.

Tang Wen slowly turned and asked casually, "Why such a strong reaction today?"

He dismissed it and gestured with his eyes for the woman to rise.

"I’m definitely staying the night. Let’s go see the fourth floor."

As he stepped onto the staircase, the sound of string and wind instruments reached his ears.

His eyes fell upon four women spinning and dancing.

To the beat of the drum, their small, lotus-white feet tapped on the black, glossy stone stage, twirling rapidly.

The hems of their black-and-red pleated skirts flew up, their straight legs crisscrossing, offering a breathtaking view.

Looking at their faces, he saw four people but only two appearances—they were twins.

"A fine performance, worthy of a reward!"

After watching for a few minutes, Tang Wen walked further in and saw different words hanging on the doors: Feet, Legs, Buttocks, Chest, Lips.

He didn’t understand, but he was deeply shaken.

He pushed open the first door:

Several women were seated, their feet resting on bamboo stools, each beautiful in their own way:

One pair was delicate and small, yet full and fleshy, rosy-white and perfectly rounded.

Another was sleek and fair, elegantly bony, with long, slender toes as tender as jade.

...

Flawless like white jade, each one a picture of beauty.

Tang Wen forgot to breathe, a slight tremor running through him.

He couldn’t help but wonder, ’Am I really a foot fetishist?’

The women themselves were stunning beauties.

It was just that their feet were even more perfect.

’Damn it!’

’That bastard Zhao Zhe is messing with me from beyond the grave! Who could possibly resist this?’

’Would you even be human if you could?!’