In the case of an obscenely wealthy man who has spent a fortune, caressing his purchasing lust until he reaches a peak of euphoria, and finally finishes paying and collecting his items—what would he do upon leaving? First of all, a man like that certainly wouldn't be thin.
But in the case of the greasy Su Tian, he took all his acquisitions from the delivery rooms, which were protected by guards—areas Morse couldn't even dream of approaching due to the heavy security of elite martial artists.
However, the process was familiar to Morse, as he had purchased items from this auction before. VIP clients who buy more than ten items are treated with extreme hospitality.
They are offered massage services by beautiful "fairies" (not the magical kind, but a description of the stunning young women), seductive girls with firm curves and transparent clothes that hide nothing.
The scent of waterfall blossoms and the breath of a mouth that is seductive in every sense of the word.
While you are being serviced, your products are presented to you so you can verify they are exactly what you bought and not forgeries, all under the supervision of appraisal experts.
Once you are completely satisfied, your servants and guards carry your items away. And if you are filthily rich or from a cultivation family, you would possess a Storage Ring.
In the meantime, Su Tian was supposed to still be receiving this care.
It was, practically speaking, extremely disappointing.
Morse was forced to sit there without even food, waiting for Su Tian to emerge.
After about two hours of waiting near the auction gate, Morse—who was leaning against a tree slightly away from the entrance—spotted the fat figure. Dozens of servants followed, carrying goods on their shoulders.
They emerged from the auction palace gates, dragging themselves in a long line toward the horse-drawn carriages.
Su Tian stepped out with his massive frame, his shoulders draped with a beauty on his left and a "nymph" on his right.
"The feather... you idiot! Where is the feather box?!"
Among the crates, Morse couldn't see the glass box in which the feather had been placed.
Morse sprinted toward him. It didn't matter anymore... he had wasted almost the entire day with no results, and now he was silently watching this greaseball melt away with the feather.
As Morse approached, Su Tian immediately recognized him—the eldest son of the Xuan family, who was once a symbol of moral virtue, the "highly honorable" one.
However, he had heard about the tragic conspiracy against him that left him unable to cultivate again, and about his coma.
Yet, here he was, running toward him in a strange and hurried manner. Instantly, the guards raised their weapons.
Morse stopped running, raising his hands in the air.
"Wait... can you calm them down for a moment? You've got the wrong idea."
To be honest, he was in a rush. He looked like a lion that hadn't eaten in two days, watching its prey begin to escape.
"The bodyguard's job is to keep all intruders away from the Master. Your intentions don't matter," one of the guards said, thrusting his spear dangerously close to Morse's abdomen.
"I am unarmed... I swear to you..."
Sensing the situation was escalating, Su Tian decided to make his presence known.
"What is the matter? Congratulations to Master Morse on his awakening. It is a pity what happened to a virtuous person like you. I see you've rushed to us; do you need something?"
"Master Su Tian is truly esteemed... This Morse was in need of the mysterious feather that you purchased today."
Of course, he wouldn't tell him that it was actually a Phoenix Feather.
"The mysterious feather? You mean the aphrodisiac? Why would a virtuous master like you need such things?"
'Certainly not for sex...'
It was a direct hit to his masculine reputation; he had to fix this quickly.
"No, definitely not. I don't need enhancers. It's just that the Yang energy in this feather can help my condition."
This was a logical response. The benefit of these feathers to him now seemed plausible.
"Oh, Fellow Daoist Morse... I wish you a speedy recovery. But this item certainly has a higher utility for me. However, if you want it, it's yours..."
Morse had already prepared himself for more than ten scenarios of rejection. 'You know... behind that lecherous mask, there might be a kind man hidden under all that fat.'
"But the price is 35,000 gold taels... and I wish Fellow Daoist a healthy recovery."
35,000...
With that amount, I'm not just buying an aphrodisiac. For that much gold, I could literally go and bed half the women in the entire Jian Province!
You're asking for 35,000? You're a true degenerate...
There was no escape now; no other way. Morse opened his storage ring and pulled out five hundred gold taels—along with the only limited-edition copy of the final volume of " what About We Go to the Treehouse"
In this volume, all knots are untied, and every secret is laid bare. The brave MILFs, the beautiful fake goddesses, and the sword immortals—all are defeated beneath the protagonist's rod.
The scenes featured unparalleled positions, like the "Heavenly Insemination." In this world, cultivators find their pleasure by meeting on the battlefield, fighting to the death in the midst of lovemaking.
"Rapid Charging"... this specific part of the magazine protects your dignity and restores your lost youth. You will no longer be the submissive Beta; you will be the one who tames every rebellious woman.
When Morse pulled out the book, it was as if he had revealed a winning Yu-Gi-Oh! trump card. The moment Su Tian laid eyes on the volume, he was struck with pure awe.
As Su Tian flipped through the volume, he began glancing nervously at Morse. He turned the pages like a madman, trembling at the sight of one scene after another.
Then, he took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the air around the book.
"The feather... the feather... take it. For free."
Without another word, Su Tian hurried away. Yes, it was true—erotic magazines had just saved the world.
Now that Morse finally had the feather in his grasp, he immediately headed toward the Shuiling Mountain.
In a carriage, Morse was transported in the flesh to the outskirts of the mountain, carrying only his space ring.
Once he finally entered the mountain forest, he pulled the feather out of its glass container. The task was relatively simple: absorb the Phoenix's energy, and then he would be able to sense her location from there.
As Morse thought about it, he remembered how truly crippled his weak body was. The poison had completely devoured the Qi meridians throughout his entire body.
"No choice but to rely on the remaining 10% of the channels."
The meridians that hadn't been eaten by the poison were scattered in various, disconnected places. He didn't want to use the System yet; he would only use it if he were absolutely forced to.
As Morse began to absorb the fiery Yang Qi, he felt a familiar heat flooding his heart. But it was trapped there, unable to circulate. He tried to guide the Qi himself, attempting to sense the nearby energy of the Phoenix.
By sunset, with the orange sun hanging in the sky, Morse finally reached a spot where he could sense the Phoenix's energy nearby. It was a cave.
When he arrived, he found nothing but another Phoenix feather. In a suicidal move, he took it and absorbed its energy entirely.
"It's now or never."
He spent an hour navigating through cliffs, disorganized paths, and extremely dangerous terrains until he reached another cave. He found yet another feather.
Night fell, and he had no choice but to absorb all the energy from the two feathers. The Phoenix's Yang filled his body; he was burning hot, yet he felt a chilling cold in his extremities.
This mountain was extremely dangerous at night—not because of monsters, for the Phoenix's aura kept them away, but because of the treacherous cliffs in the dark. He carried only a special oil lamp.
As he moved toward the strongest source of energy, he felt utterly exhausted. He didn't know what to do or what to say to her. How could he face her? How?
The tingling in his limbs intensified until it reached the point of insane, unbelievable lust. The Yang he had consumed was enough to supply him with a hundred years' worth of desire.
Pre-cum was literally dripping from his pants at the mere thought of any seductive curve. He tried to suppress and control himself with all his might. He had to protect himself; he had to finish this damn plot.
He had finally arrived... in the darkness of the night, in filthy clothes, with a desire that made him shudder.
Enchanting eyes were watching him as he drew closer. Ni Ni Layan had already seen this strange man approaching.
From her perspective...
She was ready to reclaim her strength in five days. Not completely, but enough to begin her journey of delicious lust. When she saw this man suddenly approaching, his body trembling from her own energy and shaking with near-insane lust, she decided he would be her first victim.
"Be grateful that you will be the Phoenix's first partner..."
He drew closer and closer. But no matter how much his body tortured him with desire, his eyes—though bloodshot—were in fact as calm as an ancient sage.
She stepped out from her hiding place and decided to shed her clothes under the light of the lamp, moving closer and closer.
Morse's body convulsed uncontrollably; the lust was overwhelming as she undressed before him. But he knew that if he touched her, she would drain his essence, and he would not only be useless but would become the very cause of her power.
No. No matter what happens, no.
She approached until their bodies touched... so close.
But... but...
Morse bit his tongue until he bled, looking at her with frantic eyes and foam at the mouth. As Ni Ni Layan placed her hand on his chest and was about to grasp his member...
He slapped her hand away with incredible speed, looking directly into her eyes.
"You have a good body structure for cultivation... why don't you join the Xuan family as a disciple?"
What the hell was that?!