After becoming paralyzed, he found himself in darkness, and his entire worldview changed. He now thought that brothels were such wonderful places.

Above is heaven, below are the pleasure quarters.

There is no heaven in this world; when there are enough girls, it naturally becomes heaven.

There is only one road to heaven, and I hope you all walk it.

Next, Chad Sullivan fell into confusion.

He was in a brothel—what exactly was his identity?

A noble young master here to visit prostitutes?

That must be it, because the courtyard he lived in was large and luxurious, and he was wearing silk pajamas.

His skin was excellent, well-maintained and delicate—one look and you could tell he was a man of wealth.

Perfect, just perfect.

When he had his accident on Earth, his greatest pain was being paralyzed from the waist down, yet never having been with a woman.

He howled inside: Even if I die, I must experience Shakespeare.

Heaven really is good to him, letting him transmigrate into a brothel—how convenient!

He couldn’t wait another second; he was about to end his virgin life.

So, he began choosing among the many girls.

He definitely had to pick a beautiful one, and she had to be a virgin courtesan.

You’re a virgin, I’m a virgin—absolutely no old hawks preying on young chicks.

The first thing to do after transmigrating!

I...

Want...

To visit a prostitute!

!!

Just then, a voluptuous and mature beauty walked over.

“Oh my, my darling, why are you out of bed? You’ve been unconscious for days and nights, your body is so weak—hurry back and lie down!”

Chad Sullivan looked at this mature beauty, and his previous resolve wavered a little.

A poem flashed through his mind: How could a youth know the charm of a mature woman, mistakenly treating a young girl as a treasure. If you ask what’s so good about a mature lady?

Gentle, soothing, and excellent service.

Since their eyes met, it must be fate.

Maybe... her, then?

Just because, in the crowd, he caught a glimpse of her alluring curves, he wanted to drown in her deep, snowy-white gentleness.

Chad Sullivan struck a pose, mixing arrogance with frivolity, and a hint of domineering in his arrogance.

He reached out his finger, about to hook this beauty’s chin and say: Tonight, let’s have a ten-tael romance!

Although he’d never been to a place like this, he’d rehearsed it countless times in his mind.

When you visit a brothel, it’s all about being bold!

The beauty stepped forward and touched Chad Sullivan’s forehead, cooing, “My precious, you scared me to death! I was so afraid you’d never wake up. You’re my lifeblood, you’re the star courtesan of our Xianyin Pavilion!”

Chad Sullivan shuddered, stunned for a full two seconds.

What?

! Me?

Star courtesan, pillar of the house?

A male courtesan?

I...

I’m not here to visit prostitutes?

I’m the one being visited?

! This thunderbolt from a clear sky nearly made Chad Sullivan faint again.

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Chapter 2: The Female Rakshasa

So bleak, so tragic!

Chickens, ducks, geese, and more!

Chad Sullivan finally recalled a bit about the original owner’s unbearable past.

A few years ago, a coffin drifted ashore, carried by the waves.

A few beggars opened the coffin and found a man inside—a handsome man, with a piece of jade in his mouth, a broken jade.

So, he was named Chad Sullivan.

The beggars carried him to the Beggar’s Sect, originally planning to blind him and break his legs, so he could beg for money.

The Beggar’s Sect leader cursed them for being idiots, saying it was a waste of talent, and promptly sold Chad Sullivan to a brothel.

From then on, he became a member of Xianyin Pavilion, a hot commodity.

Of course, in Xianyin Pavilion, he only served female clients, and they had to be beautiful.

In Yingzhou City, many concubines or wives from wealthy families were his patrons.

The customs of this world are really open—even women come to “eat chicken.”

But because of this, their husbands were not pleased.

A few days ago, after Chad Sullivan went out, he never returned.

Xianyin Pavilion sent more than a dozen people to search for two whole days, and finally found him, unconscious and near death, in a remote, filthy ditch.

Clearly, someone had plotted to kill him, and that’s when the soul of Earth’s Chad Sullivan transmigrated over.

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“I drifted here from the sea, lying in a coffin?”

Chad Sullivan asked in surprise.

Mrs. Carter said, “That’s right.”

Chad Sullivan said, “And I had a piece of broken jade in my mouth?”

Mrs. Carter said, “Yes, that’s why your name is Chad Sullivan.”

Chad Sullivan said, “So where is my jade now?”

Mrs. Carter said, “After you were ambushed, the jade disappeared too.”

A piece of jade—if it’s lost, so be it. After all, it belonged to the original owner, and it wasn’t all that precious to him.

The madam of Xianyin Pavilion, Mrs. Carter, comforted Chad Sullivan for quite a while, then gracefully left the room.

Lying in bed, Chad Sullivan kept persuading himself.

There’s no distinction of dignity between professions; in every trade, there are champions.

Why not make a living?

What’s most important in life?

Love what you do, whatever you do.

To make a living is nothing to be ashamed of.