Chapter Five: Gaining the Reward—The Enchantress’s Whip; Does Striking Her Really Win Her Favor?
“Um, what was your name again?”
The young woman bowed slightly.
“Master, my name is Xu Ruolan.”
“Ruolan, I didn’t bring you all back for the bridal chamber, nor to serve me. I simply want to rescue you.”
Chen Xuan felt uncomfortable hearing his own insincere words.
“Everyone, stay by my side for a month. Once we reach the frontier, those who don’t wish to remain with me can leave.”
It would take about a month to travel from the capital to the borderlands.
During this time, Chen Xuan wouldn’t force anyone to increase their favorability towards him.
After all, who would put all their hopes on one tree these days?
Upon hearing this, Xu Ruolan pressed her red lips together, tears welling up uncontrollably.
“Master, is it because you look down on this body of mine? Though I come from the pleasure quarters, I still have my skills.”
“Rest early. We set off at dawn!”
Chen Xuan’s face darkened. He quickly replied and retreated to his room as if fleeing, leaving behind a group of stunned young women.
They exchanged glances—some disappointed, others relieved.
“I never expected the famed Young Master Chen Xuan to be such an honest man. I was wrong about him.”
“A refined gentleman, such an outstanding person.”
“What should I do? I think I’m starting to feel something for the master.”
...
[Notification!]
[Li Xiuning: Favorability +5]
[Lu Qiqi: Favorability +5]
[Su Qingcheng: Favorability +5]
[An Ruxue: Favorability +30] (Current favorability: 10 points)
[Favorability milestone reached: Level 1. Reward: Mistress’s Whip (Use this whip to strike any favorability target to restore their goodwill. Each strike increases favorability by 1 point. Daily maximum: 5 points).]
[...]
Remaining in his room, Chen Xuan watched the notifications pop up on the screen and smiled wryly. When he noticed that An Ruxue’s reward was a whip, he was dumbfounded.
He retrieved a blood-red whip from the system space.
The whip was about 1.2 meters long, woven entirely from soft cords. Its interior composition was unknown, but it felt heavy in his hand.
Women are like cats—pet them gently, and they’ll be obedient; go against them, and they’ll certainly resent it, except for those with a contrary nature.
Chen Xuan clenched the Mistress’s Whip tightly and glanced at the +10 favorability prompt for An Ruxue.
This woman’s favorability falls and rises swiftly.
What could be the reason?
Could it be that his own lustful thoughts toward the women were affecting things?
Chen Xuan believed this was the most likely explanation.
Recalling that An Ruxue was the senior disciple of the Snow Sword Sect, he fell into deep thought.
The Snow Sword Sect is a renowned sword cultivation sect within the Great Qian territory. Every member is a formidable warrior. Rumor has it that the female ancestral master, over three centuries old, has entered the Martial Emperor realm.
Her status is equal to the Empress of Great Qian—exceedingly noble.
If she truly holds this position, then provoking her would be a grave mistake.
But none of this mattered anymore. He had the Mistress’s Whip—if An Ruxue’s favorability dropped too quickly, he could whip her hard!
Five strikes a day would gain five favorability points; sooner or later, he could raise it back up!
“Ladies, your king has arrived!”
Chen Xuan rested his chin on his hand, leaning on the table as he seriously contemplated how to interact with this group of women.
Their identities were too complex, and their personalities varied greatly.
Three women can be a drama; this entire group could star in a whole television series.
Relying solely on the Mistress’s Whip without a good approach would definitely not work.
...
The next day, in a secluded courtyard.
The sunlight was bright, and the warm breeze gentle.
Yang Xun, keeping his promise, brought fifty escort guards to protect the convoy. They wore uniform black clothes embroidered with the words “Peace Escort Agency.” Each was tall, robust, and had a stern expression—obviously skilled in combat.
With such an impressive guard, Chen Xuan felt they matched the city lord’s personal troops.
Accompanying them was Yang Ying’er.
Chen Xuan guessed that the misunderstanding from the previous day still lingered, as Yang Ying’er looked at him with eyes as if laced with poison.
He checked the system for her favorability and found it at -1.
“Master Thirteen, we’re all ready. When do you think we should depart?”
Yang Xun, sword strapped at his waist, respectfully cupped his hands.
Chen Xuan glanced at the time—around nine in the morning—and replied, “We can leave now.”
As soon as he finished speaking, seven young women with graceful postures, fair complexions, and delicate figures stepped out of the courtyard one by one.
This scene widened the eyes of the escort guards.
So many women—can he handle them all?
Yang Xun was seeing this for the first time. Other clients usually entrust valuables, goods, or letters, but Chen Xuan carried women as his collateral!
Seven women in total!
Yang Ying’er snorted coldly and spat on the ground in disgust.
“Disgraceful and corrupt, utterly repugnant. This man is no good!”
[Yang Ying’er: Favorability -2]
Chen Xuan felt helpless.
Aside from An Ruxue, who was emotionally complicated, Yang Ying’er was like this too?
The coming days would be difficult.
...
“Peace Escort Agency, convoy departing!”
At Yang Xun’s command, fifty guards mounted on tall horses rode out in a grand procession toward the city outskirts.
Citizens gathered along the streets, mistaking the procession for a noble’s departure.
When they saw Chen Xuan at the front, they were shocked.
“A useless young master exiled to the frontier—where does he get so much money to hire an escort agency?”
“You don’t know? His parents are powerful.”
“Who are they?”
“General Chen Lin, appointed by the late emperor as Eastern Conquest Commander, and Lady Qin, a sixth-rank noblewoman!”
“Wow!”
The townsfolk whispered and gossiped excitedly.
Chen Xuan ignored them.
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