Chapter 1128: Chapter 79: Proper and Improper Entertainment

After showering and changing into clean, soft bathrobes, the real show in the dojo had just begun.

At this time, there were indeed no guests, and it was also the time when the young female swordsmen in the dojo were cultivating Sword Dao.

Just across a corridor, you could see the young girls in the training hall wearing cooling swordsman outfits, with white footbags on their feet, their long hair tied into ponytails, holding bamboo swords, and facing wooden stakes, sweating profusely.

For some guests with unique tastes, this was nothing short of a delicacy.

What is a unique taste? It can be summed up in one word: pedophilia.

Fusang People are generally short in stature, and these little girls are mostly underage, with an average height of around 1.3 to 1.4 meters. Their bodies haven’t really developed, and aside from the fresh, tender exotic appeal, there’s really not much to savor.

But on the other hand, this is precisely the unique feature they emphasize.

It’s like going to a Sichuan Cuisine restaurant and complaining the chef used too many chili peppers; that’s definitely not right.

Wang Yunxiao stood outside the corridor watching for a few minutes, drawing glances from quite a few young female swordsmen.

Then those swordsmen who couldn’t concentrate on their training were singled out by the master, lined up, turned around, and each was whipped with a cane on their buttocks.

Uh… is this part of the program?

There’s no denying the dojo has indeed got something since it can remain in Tianmen for so many years.

“Can you order any of these?”

Han Bin shook his head: “No one cares about this, tsk, tsk.”

“If you ask if you can order them, then no, you definitely can’t.”

Yan Yu’an whispered, “But if you take a liking to someone and plan to offer some swordsmanship guidance, they certainly won’t refuse.”

“Is this how it works?”

“Never tried it, have you?”

Seeing the guests’ attention shifting away from the young female swordsmen, the madam… the shopkeeper who had been waiting nearby, came over clacking in her wooden clogs.

Leading the three guests to a private courtyard, where there was a pond, willow trees, and a ground paved with white stones, it was particularly suppressed in arrangement.

While smiling and chatting with Yan Yu’an, subtly probing for the guests’ identity, the shopkeeper instructed her maids to serve dried and fresh fruits and various pastries.

The service was very polite, very humble, with a highly professional attitude.

But even with all professionalism, it still couldn’t compare to Yan Yu’an, who had a veteran background in the intelligence field, not letting slip a single word while dispelling inquiries.

However, judging from the shopkeeper’s attitude, it was clear that this was indeed his first visit.

Not having been here before didn’t mean he lacked experience. Yan Yu’an sat down casually, took a sip of tea, and straightforwardly told the shopkeeper to arrange all the best acts for them, and to provide the most professional artisans, avoiding those inexperienced novices.

The shopkeeper understood immediately, turned around, and clapped her hands. A group of charming women in colorful kimonos walked in from next door, taking tiny steps.

Three of them, holding musical instruments, sat down and began playing melodies from their hometown.

Three of them accompanied the guests.

These working artisans might not be as tender and delicious as the novices in the nearby dojo, but they had maturity and composure, with appealing curves and inherent charm.

Wang Yunxiao casually picked a young woman around twenty years old, noticing the calluses on her palms. She must have also come from a background of cultivating Sword Dao, with an inherent heroic spirit in her brows, giving an overall impression of an aloof beauty.

As for why she switched to this line of work after cultivating Sword Dao at such an age, there must be a tragic, touching story behind it.

“My alias is Lily, may I know the guest’s name?”

The self-introduction was rather bold, giving the impression of being ready to draw a sword anytime.

In another place, this would certainly be inappropriate, but the guests here usually fancy this kind of style.

Wang Yunxiao patted the girl’s hand, and Lily immediately displayed an extremely unwilling but obliged posture.

“What do you say, Sir Yan?”

Han Bin was somewhat at a loss.

People often hold unrealistic, idealized filters over things unfamiliar to them.

Like ordinary parents enrolling their children in medical schools thinking being a doctor is prestigious, packed with gift envelopes, and having a doctor in the family provides bragging rights.

But parents genuinely in the healthcare industry not only don’t want their children to study medicine but also don’t prefer spouses from the same field. Only insiders know the bitterness and hardships, which, when spoken of, are filled with tears.

The same goes here.

The Liusheng Dojo mainly offers a Sword Dao theme. It might seem fresh to other guests, but for the martial artist Han Bin, it’s unbearable to watch.

What do you think you’re doing with the Martial Path?

“It’s still early.”

Yan Yu’an coughed and said to several women, “Why don’t you dance for us first?”

As the women left their sides, Yan Yu’an leisurely sipped his tea and quietly asked, “What do you think of this place?”

“It’s pretty decent.”

“It’s a den of iniquity!”

Han Bin frowned at Wang Yunxiao: “You think it’s pretty decent?”

“What’s wrong with it? It’s been a saying since ancient times that poverty is laughed at, not prostitution. The women are making money using their skills; where else can they work, then?”

Wang Yunxiao shrugged: “The Church’s factory used to only hire locals, and now it’s not any better. I guess the Martial Arts Association also leaves it alone because they can’t solve this problem?”

A lot of problems can’t be solved just because you find them distasteful.

In recent years, there aren’t many suitable jobs for women, and these Fusang girls who came out to work lack any skills for survival and can’t compete for jobs with the locals. If you don’t let them do this, what else could they do?

Sell ramen?

An essential prerequisite for liberating female labor is to elevate overall cultural quality, simply put in four words—going to school and studying.

Fusang, when it was reforming and modernizing 30 years ago, also tried to emulate the West by offering women more freedom, letting them study, and acquiring more job skills, but found this path impractical.

The remnants of feudal poison were too severe, and many policies that sounded beautiful were entirely impractical in execution.

Moreover, objectively speaking, heavy industries couldn’t utilize female workers, and light industries lacked competitiveness, unable to absorb so many female workers. In the end, they could only develop the tertiary industry, but the domestic consumption capacity couldn’t keep up, so they had to go overseas.

“Liusheng Dojo is already considered a relatively legitimate venue; usually, those without connections or means can’t even get in.”

Yan Yu’an whispered: “A couple of days ago, we intercepted a Fusang ferry at the port. You know how many women were on it? More than three hundred little girls, all carrying bags coming over to ‘work’.”