Chapter 1475: Chapter 800 Rouge Boat_2 Mo Hua warned them: "Precisely because you’re good with water, you should carry a water-repelling Jade Pendant, just in case..." "As the saying goes, ’He who is best at swimming, drowns.’ The better you are with water, the more arrogant you become, losing respect for it." "Water and fire are ruthless." "A lifetime spent in wind and water, one slip and your life could be claimed, without any chance of redemption..." Mo Hua spoke quite frankly. The two children felt a chill in their hearts upon hearing this. Old Yu glanced at his two beloved grandsons, ultimately unable to refuse. In the end, he said: "Come, bow two more times to your benefactor." Little Shunzi and Little Shuizi were about to kneel again, but Mo Hua quickly stopped them, "Alright, alright, that’s enough..." Old Yu stopped being pretentious and started preparing lunch. Living by the water. For the Fish Cultivator, lunch mainly consisted of fish. "The other day, I caught an emerald-scaled fish with tender flesh and delicious soup. It’s quite rare, and usually, I only catch a few in a year. Because it’s so rare, people don’t recognize its worth, and it doesn’t sell for much." Old Yu beamed, "I was wondering why my luck was so good. Turns out it’s because an honored guest is visiting today. The River God sent me this fish to properly entertain you, my benefactor." He has earned his livelihood on the water his whole life, no matter what happens, he always likes to associate it with the "River God." After a while, Yu Dachuan returned from fishing, and upon seeing Mo Hua, thanked him profusely. Afterward, everyone gathered around the table for a meal, and Mo Hua was given the seat of honor. A bowl of emerald-scaled fish soup was brought up, with tender flesh, a thick broth, and a fragrant aroma. Mo Hua stared at the soup for a long time, ensuring there were no little red fish or any other similar evil spirits inside, then relaxed. After eating some meat and sipping some soup, Old Yu’s family went around to offer toasts to Mo Hua. The wine wasn’t fine wine. Fish Cultivators can’t afford the good stuff either. But Old Yu’s family was so gracious, Mo Hua drank and found it quite decent, though the taste was a bit strong and stung the throat a bit. After being well-fed and wined, Yu Dachuan was about to head down to the river again. The two kids, Little Shunzi and Little Shuizi, sprawled out under the eaves for a nap. Old Yu brewed a pot of tea and chatted with Mo Hua inside the house. After chatting for a while, Mo Hua seized the chance to ask: "Uncle Yu, do you still remember that ’young master’ who drowned in Mistwater River?" "Which young master?" Old Yu didn’t recall at first. "The first time we met, I told you I was fishing, and you urged me to leave quickly, saying that someone had recently died by the river, and the body was gnawed beyond recognition by a Water Demon..." "Oh..." Old Yu remembered, nodding, "Yes, that’s what happened." Mo Hua asked: "Do you know who that young master was?" Old Yu shook his head, "I really don’t know. I just heard he was from Mistwater City, a young master from a Third Grade family, but I don’t know who exactly he was." "Such things, when spoken of, are a loss of face. I suppose their family didn’t make too much noise about it either..." Mo Hua nodded, his eyes shifting, and whispered: "Uncle Yu, did you mention... the Rouge Boat before?" Old Yu hesitated, giving Mo Hua a subtle look. He was serious, hesitating repeatedly, finally speaking earnestly: "Benefactor, I know you’re young, and it’s easy to be interested in these things, but when you’re young and full of Blood Qi, you must guard against desires. That kind of place, with smoke and willows, should never be touched carelessly, or it will harm your Tao Cultivation foundation..." "Wait until you’re older, settle down with a proper match, marry a wife, and then consider these matters between men and women..." Old Yu advised in a tone of experience. Mo Hua was momentarily speechless, not knowing what to say. He could only resign himself: "Uncle Yu, you’ve got it wrong, I have official business." "Official business?" Old Yu was startled. Mo Hua lowered his voice: "It’s a murder case from the Taoist Court." Old Yu immediately became tense. Mo Hua said: "I’m only telling you secretly, you mustn’t tell anyone else." Old Yu had a natural respect for the words "Taoist Court," although he often complained about its corruption and inefficiency behind its back, when faced with the Taoist Court, he was still respectful and dared not slack off. "Definitely, definitely!" Old Yu nodded vigorously like a rattle drum. Mo Hua then asked: "What exactly is the Rouge Boat?" Old Yu’s eyes darted back and forth, seeing that the adults had gone to the river to work, the two grandsons were sound asleep, and there was no one else nearby. He spoke softly: "It’s a Flower Boat." "Flower Boat?" "The word ’flower’ doesn’t mean floral, it refers to people, those young, beautiful female cultivators. A Flower Boat means a boat full of these female cultivators, engaged in... flesh trades," Old Yu whispered. Mo Hua understood, "So it’s like a floating brothel?" "Yes." Old Yu nodded. Mo Hua frowned, "But isn’t it true that within the Qianxue state boundary, Sects are everywhere, disciples are numerous, and it is mandated to promote Tao instruction and learning, with a thriving academic atmosphere, so establishments like brothels and whorehouses are prohibited?" Not only within the Qianxue state boundary but also in surrounding areas, such businesses are not permitted according to regulations. Old Yu sighed: "Human nature is such, how can it be completely forbidden..." "That Flower Boat," Mo Hua asked, "Uncle Yu, have you been on it?" Old Yu quickly waved his hands, "A place like that, how could someone like me possibly go there?" "Then how do you know that what they do there is really flesh trade?" Mo Hua asked. Old Yu chuckled, "I may be slow and not good at cultivation, but living long enough and seeing enough, you can understand many things at a glance." "They set up a boat, hang some flowers, and cover it with curtains thinking they can fool others, but instead, it becomes more apparent. Such shenanigans between men and women are like a cat stealing fish, you can’t hide the smell..."