Walking down the corridor, he gradually saw a sliver of light at the end—the grand entrance to the Imperial Palace Club.

Since he had already missed the scheduled entry time, there was no one else on the path; Ling Zhenfei walked straight toward the entrance.

Unlike last time, the entrance now featured a huge, box-like device; to enter the Imperial Palace Club, one had to go through this box.

As Ling Zhenfei approached, the door of the box opened. He did not hesitate and stepped right in. The door closed behind him, the computer screen inside lit up, and at the same time, a mechanical voice sounded, "Please remove your mask for facial recognition."

Ling Zhenfei did as instructed and removed his mask, then looked toward the computer which promptly notified, "Scan complete. Welcome Mr. Zhang. The Imperial Palace Club has a new rule prohibiting masks. You may choose to use camouflage makeup, masks, and glasses to alter your appearance."

Ling Zhenfei was momentarily stunned. He hadn't expected the club to implement such changes in order to thwart him. Even with a mask and glasses, it would not be as discreet as wearing a large mask. Fortunately, his face was covered by a Human Skin Mask, or else he would have been truly foiled this time.

With the Human Skin Mask in place, Ling Zhenfei just applied some camouflage on his face and put on large glasses. The more tightly one is wrapped, the more suspicion one arouses; paradoxically, this made him feel safer.

"Please use your fingerprint to unlock the door and enter the Imperial Palace Club."

The voice rang out again. Who would have thought of such a devious trick? Fortunately, Ling Zhenfei had already used the items prepared by Long Hai in advance. If he hadn't been prepared, getting out of this box would not have been easy, and it was highly likely that he would have been killed by the security mechanism inside.

Using a fake finger, Ling Zhenfei scanned the fingerprint, and the box door slowly opened, allowing him to walk out.

Upon entering, Ling Zhenfei was taken aback; he almost thought he had traveled through time.

Waiting outside the box were two rows of girls dressed in Tang Dynasty palace costumes. These young ladies were quite young, none older than twenty, in the prime of their youth, smiling bashfully at Ling Zhenfei as he emerged from the box.

Then, the group of young ladies began to thoroughly check Ling Zhenfei, under the guise of helping him change clothes but in reality, they were inspecting for any metal or electronic devices hidden in his clothing.

Of course, they found nothing. Ling Zhenfei had even suspected that Long Hai would tamper with the suit, but Long Hai was smart and hadn't hidden anything inside it.

As for the USB drive, it was extremely safe in Ling Zhenfei's possession, tucked securely inside the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow—not a risk in the least.

Ling Zhenfei was already familiar with the environment and after the rigorous inspection he had just undergone, he was certain that no one had noticed his arrival.

This time, the Imperial Palace Club was as splendid and resplendent as his previous visit, but it had obviously been redecorated. Even the carpet he stepped on felt thicker than before.

Before he could reach the hall he had visited last time, a very beautiful young lady came up to meet him, "Your Majesty has returned. I am your personal concubine, Ruyi. I shall attend to you closely today."

Ling Zhenfei was immediately taken aback. Long Hai hadn't mentioned anything about personal service once he got downstairs. This was not just any personal service; in plain terms, it was surveillance. Every move he made was being watched by this woman named Ruyi.

Ruyi appeared to be about twenty years old, exceptionally pure and innocent looking. If he hadn't seen her at the Imperial Palace Club, he would never have guessed she was involved in this line of work. It was quite a pity when he thought about it, but then again, which of the women at the Imperial Palace Club didn't evoke such feelings of pity?

The women of the Imperial Palace Club, Zhenfei had made it a point to understand during his last visit, included many college students working part-time. Their identities were highly confidential and they had gone through extensive training before they could serve clients at the Club.

The roles of the women here were all similar: to please men. However, they were ranked differently—from the lowest slave girls and maids to maid-servants and concubines. With each increase in rank came a doubling of their wages.

In pursuit of money, these women would strive to get promoted as quickly as possible. Yet such promotions weren't easily earned. First off, they had to be beautiful, adhering to strict weight requirements, but these were secondary. The primary metric was client satisfaction. Hence, the women would do everything in their power to please men.

Ruyi, the name was pleasant to hear, but it was obviously a pseudonym. Which woman in this profession would use her real name? Ruyi had just declared herself as his personal concubine, which indicated she was quite accomplished.

Ruyi followed Ling Zhenfei quietly, walking together towards the main hall.

Zhenfei knew he couldn't keep his composure much longer. Not engaging in the activities of the Imperial Palace Club would surely raise suspicions. Last time he managed because no one followed him, but this time Ruyi was accompanying him the whole way. If he continued to act indifferent, it would definitely cause doubts.

Ruyi walked towards the edge of the distant hall, where several girls dressed in ancient maid attire were kneeling, heads bowed, still unselected. Ruyi approached one of the girls, exchanged a few words, and returned with another girl in tow.

Zhenfei felt it was better to leave the main hall at this point and find a secluded place, to draw less attention.

Ruyi, wearing a smile, led Zhenfei away, with Yue'er and Xiao Mei following behind. They moved through the crowd, buzzing with early spring vitality, and reached the private rooms. Finally, they found an empty room, one where doors could not be locked, allowing anyone to enter at any time.

Zhenfei made no attempt to refuse. If they wanted to come, then let them. As a man, there was nothing to fear, and he had aspects of himself to be proud of.

These three women, despite their strict training and ample experience, were utterly powerless against Zhenfei, who was imbued with Spiritual Power.

After finishing, Ling Zhenfei turned and left the room. It was around three or four in the morning, a time when sleep beckoned most, but the Imperial Palace Club was still bustling with excitement. A curious scent lingered in the air.

Long Mixiang was an aromatic stimulant that promoted the secretion of hormones, intended to incite desire.

After his previous experience, Zhenfei had already taken precautions against Long Mixiang. A thread of Northern Spiritual Energy entered his Lingtai Acupoint, rendering him immune to the effects of the scent. He then walked through the chaotic crowd towards the door where he had previously stolen the list.

Last time, Zhenfei had targeted the acupoints of four men before entering; clearly, he couldn't use the same method this time, or he would quickly be discovered.

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