Chapter 87: Celestial Maidens

Liu Liwa held a dim small red lantern that barely lit his face, making him look a bit scary. He slowly climbed the steps while an elegant qin melody played. The main hall was pitch-black, and he could not see the audience below at all, but that did not affect his performance.

“Thank you all, honored guests, for coming to support us. You might be wondering—why is the usually brightly lit Intoxication Pavilion completely dark today?” Liu Liwa raised the little lantern and spoke loudly. “Because today is a special day. Why not guess what day today is?”

The area below immediately grew noisy. This interactive game was always the best way to liven up the atmosphere. Someone shouted, “Is it the Queen Mother of the West’s birthday?”

“No—it’s the King of Hell’s birthday!”

“It’s the Howling Celestial Dog’s birthday!”

“It’s Intoxication Pavilion’s free service day… Hey, stop pulling me…”

The last guy who mentioned free service day was ruthlessly tossed out by the security team led by Wang Meng. But these ancient people were truly superstitious—always imagining some deity’s birthday. That was fine, but how on earth was the Howling Celestial Dog considered a major deity?

Liu Liwa gave a bitter laugh, cleared his throat to grab everyone’s attention, and called out, “Today is nobody’s birthday, but it is equally significant. Because today marks the thirty-five-thousandth anniversary of the Seven Fairies’ descent to the mortal world!”

Thirty-five thousand years… The crowd gasped in disbelief. Liu Liwa grinned and said, “Thirty-five thousand years ago, the Jade Emperor had seven daughters. Each of them was kind and beautiful, clever and mischievous. One day they secretly sneaked down to the mortal realm, captivated by its lovely mountains and rivers. They couldn’t resist bathing in the Celestial Bathing Pond. It so happened that an honest, good-hearted, and filial young man passed by and unintentionally took away the fairies’ colorful celestial robes. The fairies pursued him, but in the end, they were moved by his goodness and filial piety. They married him, beginning a legendary, timeless love story. Today, we gather joyfully at Intoxication Pavilion to celebrate this great and auspicious day. Intoxication Pavilion, together with our ladies, is hosting a unique and meaningful commemorative event. The name of this event is—Celestial Maidens Descend!”

As Liu Liwa shouted this, Miss Liuyun in the corner understood immediately. The qin melody drifted gracefully, like celestial music floating down among auspicious clouds. As the music played, a red lantern lit up on the stairs. Through the hazy glow, the woman’s face was indistinct—truly like a fairy from the heavenly palace. One could only see her slender figure and graceful walk as she approached. She wore a floor-length, goose-yellow gown with a fitted bodice design. Only a celestial cape draped over her shoulders, making her seem all the more ethereal and dreamlike. Liu Liwa narrated alongside the music: “Now approaching everyone is the Jade Emperor’s eldest daughter, Profound Yellow Fairy. The celestial cape she wears is woven from colored clouds, accentuating her graceful and delicate posture.”

Following the music and Liu Liwa’s introduction, the first girl slowly walked forward. Holding a red lantern at her side, her face remained unclear. Only her enchanting figure moved among the guests. Wherever she passed, the lantern light revealed the guests’ lecherous faces.

Just then, a second lantern lit up on the stairs. Under its glow, the girl wore a long dress of water-blue, made of thin gauze. The inner fitted bodice and undergarments faintly showed through, giving her a soft, wave-like appearance.

“This is the Jade Emperor’s second daughter, named Deep Blue Fairy. The celestial robe she wears comes from the waters of the East Sea—deep blue and pure. Look at her full, graceful figure, like rolling waves—enchanting and elegant.”

As the second girl passed by, the third girl lit her lantern. This one was even more daring—the “Summit of the Maiden” nearly bursting out, swaying with every step she took, making everyone swallow hard. Liu Liwa was no exception: “This is the Jade Emperor’s third daughter, named Wave Fairy. From afar, she looks like churning, raging waves; up close, she is soft like white clouds. As for how it feels to touch her—well, who knows…”

Liu Liwa deliberately spoke like this, and the audience exploded. Howls of excitement filled the air. But since they were all regular patrons and important figures, they still had basic self-control. So no one rushed to act, because there were even better ones yet to come.

Sure enough, the next one appeared in a brand-new two-piece women’s outfit. It was a standard tight-fitting suit, wrapping the girl as tightly as a zongzi. From the front, her figure wasn’t distinctive, but when she walked into the crowd, Liu Liwa finally saw it—her full and perky rear, like a freshly honed slab, captivating and blood-boiling.

“This is the Jade Emperor’s fourth daughter, named Stone Mill Fairy. She is steady and solid, most fond of sitting atop…”

Liu Liwa’s words grew more and more suggestive, and the girl unsparingly displayed her stunning beauty—her hips. The guests, too, were getting more and more into the mood. Only Miss Zhao and the musician Miss Liuyun in the corner blushed, their bodies growing warm.

“No wonder this guy confidently guaranteed results today—he’s such a lecher!” Miss Zhao grumbled angrily, yet couldn’t help comparing in her heart: If she were the one wearing those dresses and walking past, how would Liu Liwa introduce her?

One by one, the following girls lit their small lanterns and descended the stairs, like celestial beings descending from the clouds. Their faces were hazy, but their beautiful, unconventional dresses and enchanting figures were clear—some voluptuous and alluring, some slender and graceful, some with delicate pink arms and smooth skin, some with lovely backs and beautiful legs. Each had her own unique charm, a feast for the eyes. The hall was filled with continuous howls of excitement.

Because they had purchased the staircase usage rights, the guests couldn’t go up, and the girls from the second floor and above couldn’t come down. They could only watch longingly as these usually lower-ranked girls stole the spotlight. At the same time, they noticed the gorgeously sexy dresses the girls wore—and, of course, Liu Liwa’s perfectly timed introductions.

“Hey, wasn’t it said the Jade Emperor had seven daughters? Why are there over ten of them now?” When the fifteenth girl, with skin like snow and congealed fat, was introduced, one of the “wolf friends” yelled out.

Liu Liwa glanced sideways in that direction and said, “It’s the thirty-five-thousandth anniversary! Back then, the Jade Emperor had seven daughters. Now, after thirty-five thousand years, do you think the Jade Emperor—surrounded by fairies—would just sit idle?”

The wolf friends burst into laughter. Faced with such beauty, all superstitious thoughts vanished. If a plumper, more seductive, slightly older woman appeared now and Liu Liwa called her the Queen Mother of the West, they’d probably be even more interested.

In the time it took to eat a meal, over twenty girls had appeared one after another. Each held a small red lantern beside her, her face obscured. Only their enchanting jade-like bodies and daring outfits were visible. Some wolf friends couldn’t take it anymore and began to fidget eagerly. Such a grand exhibition of beauties—how many men could resist? How many men who liked car shows were actually there for the cars?

Then, Liu Liwa’s words seeped into the wolf friends’ minds like a demon’s decree: “There is a beautiful legend—to marry a fairy, you must first steal her clothes…”