Chapter 2: The Only One

After living in this brothel for five days, Luo Qingyuan had learned a great deal and gained a much fuller understanding of this world.

First of all, there was this brothel itself. The master of the house had originally been a local landowner, but most of his wealth had been gambled away by his beautiful wife and daughter. If he had not still been holding a pile of IOUs and slave contracts, he might have lost so much that he would have hanged himself.

So, in a fit of rage, he simply used the remaining assets to open a brothel and had his wife and daughter, along with the beautiful women listed in those slave contracts, serve as the first batch of prostitutes and start receiving clients.

The brothel master really did have a head for business. In just six years, he had built a name for himself across several nearby towns, established a foothold, paid off his debts, and developed an even stronger hunger for money.

Though he had a sharp eye for investment, he had always treated the prostitutes under him as slaves to be ordered around, not as people. That was why, after the prostitutes saw how especially well Luo Qingyuan treated Mo Huali, they all began volunteering themselves.

"Little brother, this sister is good too, and I’m very good at licking. Want to think about making me your lust slave too?"

"She’s not as good with her tongue as I am. Look, how nimble it is? Pick me."

"Little brother must like a body like mine, all lush breasts and round ass. Let me serve you, little brother."

Every spare moment of the day turned into this kind of commotion, with Luo Qingyuan surrounded by the prostitutes and not knowing whether to laugh or cry. The brothel master, on the other hand, was enjoying his leisure, and that gave the women under him hope. They worked even harder every day, and over the past couple of days the customers’ praise rate had shot up dramatically.

"No need, sisters. With Huali here, I’m already lucky enough. Too many treasures and I won’t be able to take care of them all," Luo Qingyuan said again today, still busy turning down their enthusiasm.

Since room and board were included, Luo Qingyuan went to cancel his previous lodging and got his money back. With the rest, he simply went shopping with Mo Huali. He bought several ethereal, gauzy dresses, as well as some lingerie, stockings, and shoes. Those dresses were still sheer and hazy when worn, outrageously seductive. There were no thicker options to be found, and they were still better than going out naked, at least enough to cut down on the amount of attention she drew.

He also bought a few pieces of jewelry, especially a jade necklace he was extremely satisfied with. It made Mo Huali’s soft chest even more alluring. Before long, Mo Huali had become the center of attention in the entire brothel, and Luo Qingyuan certainly would not let other men lay a hand on her at will. Every day he would sit down with her in his arms, cherishing her like precious treasure.

What was interesting was that on this continent, if someone wanted to engage in dual cultivation, then even if the two people did not know each other at all, as long as a male cultivator presented beautiful, seductive lingerie and a pair of stockings, the female cultivator had to consider it and respond in kind, almost like a matter of etiquette. That was why Luo Qingyuan had bought quite a few "courtesy items". He also wanted to see Mo Huali wear them.

Today, Mo Huali was wearing a bust-lifting dress. Half of her soft breasts were exposed to the air, and she only had on a thin layer of black stockings. She sat on Luo Qingyuan’s lap, and even through the silky underwear, she could feel the hard spear of his cock pressing against her pussy.

Luo Qingyuan liked to wrap an arm around her slender waist and touch the inside of her thighs, so every prostitute who saw Mo Huali always found her cheeks blooming with a faint blush, which only made her look more beautiful.

"Little brother, today’s fresh fruit tastes really good. I brought some over for you," the brothel master said, carrying a large platter of fresh fruit. His bright, energetic look was worlds apart from how he had looked the first time he received Luo Qingyuan.

"Oh, good. Boss, don’t forget to practice today too."

"Definitely!"

Ever since Luo Qingyuan had helped him drive off a few ruthless thugs on the second day, and done it in a very "civilized" way, his status had risen sharply. Then on the third day, Luo Qingyuan discovered that his lust arts could even help improve a man’s sexual function. He immediately used a few fingers on the brothel master, who had been deeply troubled by his failing erection, and told him to practice a few more moves. He practically brought the dead wood back to life. Last night, the brothel master and several prostitutes had enjoyed themselves for a full hour. Today he was in such a good mood he was practically ready to become sworn brothers with Luo Qingyuan and spend the rest of his life as his old drinking companion.

As for how he knew the brothel master was impotent, Luo Qingyuan had his own answer: it was written plainly on the information he had. Wasn’t he supposed to play the miracle doctor and make a fortune off that?

He just happened to be short on money. Not taking advantage of this was what would be stupid!

"So jealous. I wish I could replace Huali~"

"Exactly, exactly."

The prostitutes stared at Mo Huali on Luo Qingyuan’s lap, green with envy.

"Pretty sweet. Try one," Luo Qingyuan said, peeling a grape and holding it to Mo Huali’s lips.

The young woman parted her thin lips and took a bite. When she spat out the seed, Luo Qingyuan reached out and caught it himself.

"Mm."

"Try this one too."

Mo Huali once again turned into a little pet, quietly waiting in Luo Qingyuan’s arms to be fed. She could no longer remember when she had last been treasured like this. Used to leftovers and cold scraps, she had spent the past two days in a daze, almost unable to believe her luck. Besides her sister, there was actually someone else willing to cherish a girl of no value like her.

And this identity as a lust slave did not seem quite the same as what she had heard. Aside from having to relieve her master’s sexual desire, life seemed better in every possible way than before. The cold indifference from the second day was already gone, and now she had become soft and obedient, like a completely different person.

Mo Huali herself did not know why. What she had once resisted so fiercely had now become the time she looked forward to most. Just skin-on-skin contact with Luo Qingyuan made her itch with desire. No matter which part of her body he stroked, she wanted him not to stop.

"Living like this day to day isn’t bad either. I’ll have to make more than one plan anyway..."

"What are you muttering about, little brother? Are you thinking about sister?"

"It has to be me~"

Luo Qingyuan was weighing the lust technique that had brought such good results to the brothel master over the last two days, the Three-Fingered Peak-Teasing Technique. Maybe it could turn him into a miracle worker for men overnight. At the very least, he would be able to show off his skills in the nearby towns.

"Everyone, make way for a moment. I’ve got something important to handle here. Sisters, tidy up a bit too and get ready to open in an hour."

"Eh—"

Luo Qingyuan took Mo Huali by the hand and hurried out of the crowd, jogging toward the brothel master’s room, faintly hearing the prostitutes behind him discussing how he always took Mo Huali with him wherever he went.

"Yeah, why does Master take me everywhere? Though a lust slave should probably stay by her master’s side all the time."

"Sigh, that’s because I’m worried about women getting jealous, all right? What if they bully you? With the way your little brain works, wouldn’t that turn into a mess? It’d be bad if you got hurt."

"No way..."

Mo Huali muttered in a voice as thin as a mosquito’s hum, wanting to argue back, but because of her status and her nature, she did not force the issue.

The brothel master lived in the deeper inner courtyard, which had once been his own residence. Back then his beautiful wife and daughter had lived here with him, but now they had been sent into the prostitutes’ low huts.

"Boss—got something to discuss—"

"Coming, coming—Little brother, what is it?"

The brothel master was drenched in sweat, having just been reinforcing the masculinity he had regained so hard to come by.

"I’ve thought of a way to attract business. Boss, you’re feeling pretty good today too, right? It’s working, isn’t it?"

"It is, it is! So what do you mean, little brother?"

The brothel master shut the door and invited Luo Qingyuan to sit down by the table. He had a feeling something good was about to happen.

"I’ve been wandering around the city these past two days, and I noticed that a lot of men want a better way to improve their performance. There are also plenty of people who are in the same boat as you, boss. What if we let them come to Yuchun House and get treated like this? Charging a fee wouldn’t be too much, would it? The higher the level of treatment, the better the medicine we use to back it up. No problem, right?"

"This medicine is...?"

The brothel master looked at the pill Luo Qingyuan had taken out, a little puzzled.

"Oh, this? It’s a revitalizing pill made from a family secret formula. Want one?" Luo Qingyuan handed him one. The moment the brothel master popped it into his mouth, he felt a coolness run through him.

"Feeling energized?"

"I do. Does this thing actually work?"

"Have you ever seen it before?"

The brothel master shook his head, and Luo Qingyuan smiled as he put the pill bottle away.

"Then it works! Rich people always love spending huge sums on things that look high-end but are actually useless."

"You mean..."

"In truth, it’s just me controlling the effect with a few fingers. This is only here to raise the price."

"Oh? Then when do we start?"

"In a moment. You need to write the sign like this..."

Luo Qingyuan leaned in and whispered into his ear, and the brothel master listened with growing amazement.

"Fifty-fifty."

"Isn’t that a little unfair? Why not give the little brother a bit more—"

"Sigh, it’s fine. Whoever makes money makes money. I don’t need that much anyway~"

"I’ll get everything prepared right now!"

The brothel master gave Luo Qingyuan’s shoulder a meaningful pat and immediately rushed out the door.

Buying goodwill was far more useful than just making money.

Watching the brothel master’s retreating back, Luo Qingyuan decided to invest in this man and began thinking about the stock he had on hand.

The pills he had just taken out were found inside that ring that simply would not come off. Last night he counted them: five bottles, each with more than thirty pills. They really were revitalizing medicines, or more like candy. Aside from that, he had also found piles of prescriptions and secret manuals, though right now only a portion of them could be taken out and read.

"Master... mmph..."

"Tasty?"

"Mm... yes... just a little cold..."

Mo Huali, trying to speak, had a pill stuffed into her mouth by Luo Qingyuan, and her skin instantly broke out in goosebumps.

"Is Master trying to trick people?"

"How could that count as tricking anyone? I’m just making sure the world’s assets circulate properly. If they’re willing and we’re willing, they get what they want and we get our reward. That’s perfectly reasonable."

"But tricking people is bad, isn’t it?"

"Sigh. Living as someone who never lies isn’t easy," Luo Qingyuan said with a sigh. This time, he had no intention of being an honest man.

"Let’s go."

"Mm..."

Luo Qingyuan was looking forward to whether things would turn out as he hoped. He scooped Mo Huali up in a bridal carry and ran out the door.

"Starting today, Yuchun House will provide men suffering from bedroom troubles with the chance to revive their manhood. One spot per day, first come, first served."

"Yuchun House can do that? Weren’t they only selling expensive medicine before?"

"Those medicines weren’t that good. They only worked for a little while."

"Should we trust them again? Honestly, I’m a little scared."

"Hey, if you don’t try, how do you know? Anyway, I’ve still got some savings. I’m going in!" A middle-aged bald man with a tired face squeezed out of the crowd and walked straight into Yuchun House without the slightest hesitation.

"If it works, tell the rest of us about it, Bald Yu."

"Sure thing, everyone."

The man called Bald Yu waved back to the people behind him. After telling the welcoming prostitute why he was there, he was immediately guided upstairs to a room.

"Let’s see what kind of story this is... hey, isn’t this Little Luo?"

"Hah, the first patient is actually Uncle Yu. The candy figurines I bought yesterday were Huali’s favorite. I’ll come buy more from you later."

"Glad she liked them. My handiwork is still decent enough. So, miracle doctor, it’s you, little brother?" Bald Yu scratched the shiny back of his head and sat down on the cushion as Luo Qingyuan indicated.

"I’m no miracle doctor. I just know a thing or two about these problems. Take off your shirt and sit properly. Relax."

"Then I’m leaving it to you, little brother."

Bald Yu was straightforward enough. He shed his clothes and let Luo Qingyuan do as he pleased.

Luo Qingyuan adjusted his breathing and gathered spiritual power to his fingertips. After a few breaths, he used the Three-Fingered Peak-Teasing Technique. What should have been a finger technique for lifting the breasts was, against a man, freed from those limitations. Spiritual power turned into a law of lust, rhythmically stabbing at the Guanyuan point on Bald Yu’s body, and after ten minutes he switched to long, piercing pushes at the Shenshu point on his back.

The young brother is taking this seriously. Looks like there really is something to it. But damn, it hurts a little. Forget it, just grit your teeth.

Luo Qingyuan himself was sweating from the effort. In truth, with a man, he didn’t need to care about the acupoints at all. When he had tried it on the brothel master, any point he pressed had produced the same effect. He only insisted on targeting the points because he thought it looked more professional, more impressive.

I can’t take this. If he keeps pressing for another five minutes or so, I’ll really be done for.

Seeing that Bald Yu was also drenched in sweat, Luo Qingyuan still took two lazy minutes for himself.

"How does it feel?"

Luo Qingyuan withdrew his hand, used the wet towel Mo Huali handed him to wipe his palms, and then wiped his forehead too.

Bald Yu stood frozen in place. The instant he looked up at Mo Huali, he felt a reaction. That level of hardness was something he had not felt in at least a dozen years.

"Little Luo! You’ve got real skill! This, this—heavens!"

"As long as there’s a reaction, it’s good. Go downstairs and pay. Come every day from now on. The course will probably take about a month. Looks like the effect is excellent. By the way, you can also find a beauty here to help relieve that long-piled-up fire in your belly. Of course, Huali is off-limits."

"I’m going right now!"

Bald Yu gave Luo Qingyuan’s shoulder a heavy pat and hurried downstairs, unable to wait. His wife had despised him for being impotent for more than ten years, and at last he had recovered the vigor of his younger days. How could he not go enjoy a little flesh-and-blood pleasure?

"Master, is it really that effective?"

"Hey, the short-term effect will definitely be obvious. If you don’t treat it long enough, though, you can’t keep the condition up. Next comes hunger marketing... no, actually it’s definitely going to be a case of demand outstripping supply. Mm, let’s leave the other villagers hanging for a few days first and let Uncle Yu do the advertising for us properly."

"Advertising?"

Mo Huali tilted her head. There were a lot of words she still could not understand.

"It’s fine. We’re done here, so let’s get back to work."

Luo Qingyuan did not even let Mo Huali carry the basin and towels. He took them out first, and Mo Huali could only hurry after him in tiny, quick steps.

The people gathered outside had been waiting for nearly an hour, and still there was no sign of Bald Yu. They were already thinking of going into Yuchun House to see what was going on, when a prostitute finally came out and replaced the notice on the signboard with a new sheet.

"Today’s patient has successfully completed treatment. Please wait for the next opening."

"He didn’t really get back up, did he?"

"Impossible! He hasn’t been a functioning man for ten years."

"He’s been in there this long, so he must be—he’s out! How was it, how was it?" The men watching the excitement swarmed around Bald Yu, chattering over one another, some hopeful, some skeptical, and more than a few just there for the fun of it.

"Ah, the girls at Yuchun House are really fresh and pretty. I’m going to sleep well tonight—" Bald Yu said cheerfully, stroking his bald head with a look of complete refreshment.

"It really works?"

Bald Yu said nothing. He simply held up two fingers to the men watching, then pushed aside the people blocking his way and strode off with great swagger.

"That means... two times?"

"He can do it now? And twice at that? Then I..."

"I should go try it too, right? My wife says I’m too quick."

"You were still acting tough just now and saying you lasted a long time."

"Who doesn’t care about face? But with a chance like this, how can I pass it up?"

"How’s the reaction?"

The brothel master nervously asked the prostitute who had come to report back. Her answer sent his spirits soaring.

"They’re all crowding around the counter asking when the next slot will open. Little Qingyuan is keeping order."

"Good, go back and help out."

"Yes."

The brothel master stroked the sparse whiskers on his chin, the corners of his mouth pulling so wide they were almost at his ears.

"The little brother really is worth getting close to. Everything is turning out exactly as he predicted, so we’ll just follow his plan! Hahaha." At first he had thought they should keep releasing slots every day and keep treating people nonstop. Now it looked like only by following Luo Qingyuan’s thinking could they make even more money.

People had to pay to get treated. Once they were cured, they would keep spending money here. Good, very good.

The more the brothel master thought about it, the happier he became, and he decided to close early tonight so he could host Luo Qingyuan to a good meal.

"Ah—close the doors—"

Luo Qingyuan helped the prostitute shut the brothel doors, stretched his body, and saw that there had been no troublemakers today. Instead, it had taken all his effort just to soothe the eager men who were seeking treatment. It seemed Bald Yu was unexpectedly well known in town.

"Master—"

"Little Luo—I've put together a table full of good dishes. Come eat with us."

Mo Huali’s voice was drowned out by the brothel master, but Luo Qingyuan still looked to her first. She shook her head, signaling that he should go to the brothel master first.

"Can I bring Huali with me?"

"Of course! Why not!"

The brothel master said magnanimously that there was no problem and called for Luo Qingyuan to hurry up and bring Mo Huali to enjoy the feast as well.

After the doors were shut, that was the time when he and most of the prostitutes could finally sit down to dinner. There were only two hours left before the next day.

"Huali, let’s go eat."

"Mm."

Luo Qingyuan naturally rested a hand on Mo Huali’s waist and, by chance, noticed Mo Huaxuan looking over from this side. A flicker of unease flashed across her face, and just as Luo Qingyuan was about to ask her something, she fled like a startled rabbit.

"Huali, have you been going back to see your sister?"

"Mmm..."

"After dinner, go sleep at your sister’s place tonight."

"But... don’t we still have to..."

Mo Huali’s voice became softer and softer, and a blush flew up across her face.

"It’s fine. I sleep well on my own too."

"Oh... all right..."

Mo Huali was visibly disappointed, fiddling with the end of her hair.

No, does she really have a craving now? It’s only been a few days since she lost her virginity and she’s already looking forward to this every day?

If I had a recorder, I’d record a voice clip saying, “I, Mo Huali, do not sell my body and will not have sex with men,” then play it in her ear while we’re fucking and really torment her.

Luo Qingyuan suddenly thought of how there was no entertainment setup here at all, and his frustration immediately eased.

"Come! Today’s braised pork belly is delicious. Eat more."

The brothel master opened a jar of wine and poured himself a cup.

"Sure, sure."

I still want a soda... but there’s no way to make one here. There’s only wine, no soft drinks. Sigh, I really don’t like drinking this.

Luo Qingyuan could only pour himself a cup of water. Oddly enough, people here actually had the habit of boiling water before drinking it, which surprised him quite a bit.

"Everything today went exactly as the little brother predicted. After the notice was changed, they became even more eager."

"Hey, this is all just early groundwork. You have to be patient."

"No problem there. I’ve got plenty of patience."

The brothel master laughed and raised his cup, tilting back his head to drain it in one go, visibly delighted.

"But speaking of which, how exactly did the little brother train Huali? Compared to the cold-faced girl she was at the start, she’s much more pleasant to look at now."

"Train her? I don’t think I really did anything at all?"

Luo Qingyuan thought about it and realized he really had not done anything that could be called training. He had only done what he felt he should do.

"When she first came here, I already thought she wouldn’t work out. No matter how I taught her, she just wouldn’t. Men wouldn’t like a girl like that, so when you specifically asked for her, I was a little surprised." The brothel master stuffed a few cloves of garlic into his mouth and shook his head in confusion.

"Oh? Then what was she like when she first came here?"

The moment Luo Qingyuan asked, he noticed Mo Huali sitting beside him tremble all over, tense and constrained, the chopsticks in her hands shaking too."}}

"Her? Let me think... when she first got here, she had a sour face and ignored everyone. We tried teaching her how to serve men, but she wouldn’t learn. She just hugged that zither all day. If Mo Huaxuan hadn’t said she could do the work of two people on her own, we would’ve sold her off already. Her instrument skills were barely passable too, so she was basically a pure money-loser," the brothel master said with a helpless shake of his head, continuing on.

"She’s decent-looking, though, so you’d better train her properly, little brother. After all, she’s Mo Huaxuan’s sister. There should still be plenty of ways to work her over. Enjoy yourself to the fullest, hmm~"

"All right, all right."

The two of them chatted idly through the meal. By the end, the brothel master was a little drunk, motioned for the girls at the table to remember to clean up afterward, and went off first to release some of his pent-up desire. In the Yuchun Tower, there were a few courtesans who especially suited his taste, so he rarely took outside clients anymore. Instead, they served at his side and were there for him to enjoy.

"Master..."

"What is it?"

Luo Qingyuan had finished eating too. He was strolling around the back courtyard with Mo Huali in his arms, preparing to go back to the room and rest.

"I... this slut will learn anything... please... please don't abandon me..."

"I never said I was going to get rid of you. All right, all right, go back to your sister first. She’s been sneaking looks over here a lot these past two days. She misses you."

"Okay..."

"See you tomorrow."

Luo Qingyuan lowered his head and kissed her lips, then patted her smooth little ass and gave her a push.

Back in his room, Luo Qingyuan started rummaging through the things inside the ring again. The storage space was huge, and he happened to have nothing better to do, so he wanted to see what other treasures he could dig out. Every time he opened it, there seemed to be something new.

"Huh. This one’s... hard to even judge."

The small object Luo Qingyuan took out made him laugh and cry at the same time.

Several oval eggs. Normally they should’ve been battery-powered, but there was no source of electricity.

"Don’t tell me... it actually is!"

The moment he poured in spiritual power, the eggs started working diligently, and the buzzing in his hand felt unexpectedly pleasant.

"Huali’s got a new toy~ Let’s see what else is in here. Uh, this is a manual for lewd techniques? Looks like I can’t learn it." Luo Qingyuan tried to open the manual, but it wouldn’t budge at all, like it was a stone. The other manuals were the same, except for one martial art technique - Treading Dust.

"This is... a movement art?"

Worth a try. After reading it, it did seem to be a movement technique - what was this? Light?

Once Luo Qingyuan finished reading, a bright glow burst from his body, and a heavy, drowsy sleepiness crashed over him.

Up... up to bed first.

Luo Qingyuan forced down the sleepiness, stripped off his outer robe, and collapsed into the bedding. He fell asleep instantly.

Inside Mo Huaxuan’s room, the two women sat facing each other and talked at length. Mo Huaxuan held Mo Huali’s hands, her eyes full of concern.

"You weren’t bullied, were you? You’re not hurt anywhere, are you?"

"No, no, sister. He’s very good to me, a thousand times better than those two!" Mo Huali bitterly denounced the parents who had sold them off. In their parents’ eyes, they were nothing but tools to be used for climbing to wealth and power. Unfortunately, business had been poor, so they were sold directly to the Yuchun Tower, which was willing to pay a high price to take them in. And after that sale, they never contacted them again.

"He must be forcing himself on you every day just to satisfy his own desires, right?" No sooner had Mo Huaxuan said that than she saw Mo Huali lower her head and toy with the ends of her hair, bashfully avoiding her sister’s gaze.

"Uh... at first... at first, yes... but later, later it wasn’t like that anymore... It felt so good..." Mo Huali’s voice got softer and softer, until by the end only she herself could hear what she was saying.

Watching her little sister look so intoxicated, Mo Huaxuan felt both unfamiliar and sick at heart, as if something inside her chest had been torn away. The pain was sharp and raw.

"Is it better than your sister?"

"Uh... you can’t compare them like that... It’s not... mm, they’re both very good..." The tongue-tied Mo Huali went on and on, not realizing that Mo Huaxuan’s heart had grown even more resolute.

"If you were no longer his sex slave, would you still be willing to live a normal life with your sister?"

"Mm—"

Mo Huali froze. That brief hesitation made Mo Huaxuan’s nails dig into her own palm, a surge of emotion crashing through her mind.

"...So, sister and Master are both very good. There’s no need to force a comparison."

"It’s so late. Won’t you stay here and sleep with your sister?"

Mo Huaxuan took Mo Huali’s hand, unwilling to let her leave. She looked at her pleadingly, trying to find even a trace of the girl she used to know in those eyes.

"Ah... sister... I... I want to go back... mm... sorry, sister."

Mo Huali slowly pulled her hand free, made an apologetic gesture, and slipped out of the room in a hurry, leaving Mo Huaxuan staring at her own empty palm.

Only then did Mo Huaxuan finally understand, helplessly watching Mo Huali’s back, that it was already too late. For her, and for Mo Huali both, reality had long since gone its separate way from her efforts.

She had once naively hoped that once she’d earned enough from selling her body, she could buy her sister’s freedom and live an ordinary life together. No matter how hard it got, she could bear it, as long as, as long as her little sister stayed by her side. But now - "It’s all because of you... all because of you... you ruined it... ruined what we had!" Stunned, Mo Huaxuan fumbled a talisman paper out from under her pillow. She kept taking deep breaths, her eyes little by little filling with bloodshot veins. Trembling, raging, barely three minutes had passed, yet it felt like years. In the end, she let out a bitter laugh, pulled out the hairpin from the top of her head, and, almost dazed, pricked her finger. Bright red drops of blood fell one by one onto the talisman.

"Damn cursed art... damn men... everything is damnable..." Her low, nearly crazed muttering quickly turned into a rapid incantation. The talisman kept turning black as it drew vast amounts of spiritual power, and something else as well, from Mo Huaxuan’s body.

An ominous black mist rose around her. The thicker it became, the paler her face grew, and her cultivation dropped at a terrifying speed.

"Come on - cough!"

Mo Huaxuan collapsed to her knees. Her vision blurred with tears. She staggered, trying to stand, but could only lean against the bed and cough up mouthfuls of blood.

When the black mist turned into two streams of spiritual power and shot off in different directions the moment Mo Huaxuan’s talisman shattered, she struggled her way onto the bed, but still failed, sinking into unconsciousness with a sliver of hope left in her heart.

"Good morning~ Master~"

Luo Qingyuan felt a strong surge of pleasure burst from his waist. Through the haze, he caught sight of a figure, rubbed his eyes, and half a minute later Mo Huali’s smiling face bloomed before him, two soft mounds pressed tightly against his chest.

"You... you weren’t with Mo Huaxuan?"

"But your little slut already came back. When I got back, Master was already asleep, so I had to wait until morning and slowly~ wake Master~" Mo Huali lifted her soft hips and pressed back down hard, squeezing out Luo Qingyuan’s first thick load of the morning, her face full of delight.

"You’re acting so now that I’m starting to wonder who the Mo Huali from day one even was."

"Does Master not like me like this?"

Mo Huali pressed her face against Luo Qingyuan’s cheek and gave his lips a quick peck, giggling.

"I like all of it."

How is this little girl this good at it? Talent really was talent.

"Hehe~ Then how about Master holds your little slut while she washes up? For now... I still don’t want you to pull out..."

"We can do it again, right?"

Luo Qingyuan swallowed and clutched Mo Huali’s ass, kneading it hard.

"However many times Master wants~"

Then let’s go!

"Mm~"

Luo Qingyuan drove straight into her deepest spot, and just one thrust made Mo Huali shudder in satisfaction.

"Bad news! Bad news! Brothel Master! Sister Huaxuan’s in trouble!" A noisy shout came from outside, jolting the two of them, who had been about to continue their coupling. They sprang up almost at the same time. Just as Mo Huali braced herself upright, a gush of white came spilling from her cunt, her lower back going so weak that she immediately fell back into Luo Qingyuan’s arms.

"Take it slow."

"Mm!"

Luo Qingyuan helped Mo Huali get dressed, with no time at all to deal with the dripping seed. The moment Mo Huali put on her gauzy dress, she ran out barefoot.

"Shoes! Cough!"

His head was spinning. Was this a side effect of cultivation?

Luo Qingyuan glanced over and saw that nothing new had appeared on the light screen, which meant the martial art had failed completely, yet his headache only grew worse.

A condition? A curse?

Luo Qingyuan felt a stab of dread. He took several deep breaths, then lay back down on the bed.

"Sister!"

When Mo Huaxuan heard Mo Huali’s voice from behind the crowd, she forced her eyelids open. She had only just been carried onto the bed by the courtesans. Turning her head now, she happened to face Mo Huali’s thigh. That streak of white was painfully clear to her, glaringly obvious. She couldn’t help coughing again, and a stream of blood pulp spilled from the corner of her mouth, staining the pillow.

"Has a doctor been called? Sister! I’m here!"

Mo Huali crouched down, and Mo Huaxuan slowly clasped the hand she out, her body drenched in anxious sweat.

"Don’t... go..."

"Brothel Master! Please save her!"

"I’ll go find one!"

When the brothel master heard the news and rushed over to look, he panicked too. His cash cow was in trouble, and he immediately shouted as he ran out of the Yuchun Tower.

"My... little sister... my only..."

"Sister, keep talking! Don’t fall asleep!"

Although Mo Huaxuan looked extremely weak, this time Mo Huali couldn’t break free from her grip. In an instant, Luo Qingyuan’s face flashed through Mo Huali’s mind, and she felt Luo Qingyuan must have some way.

"I’ll go find Master! Maybe he has a way!"

"Don’t... go..."

"Okay, okay! I won’t go!"

Mo Huali was crying so hard she could barely see, wiping her face over and over with the back of her hand.

"My... little sister..."

"Ah - how interesting. I can’t wait to see the scene in person anymore. Just thinking about it is delicious! Don’t disappoint me~ Struggle a little harder for me~"