Auspicious Cloud Market in Black Iron Village!
Li Qingmu stepped through the market streets.
His hands were proudly clasped behind his back like he owned the place.
His shabby gray robe fluttered in the wind.
His thick and messy hair still looked like rat fur.
He looked like a poor mortal who got kicked down a mountain and rolled the whole way here.
Yet his crotch throbbed with enough yang power.
He nodded to himself.
『I don't even think Zhen Rou can handle this…』
He scanned the street.
Merchants shouting, talismans hanging from stalls, spirit fruit gleaming on baskets, and several cultivators arguing about who stepped on whose spirit beast's tail.
Finally, he found a large, luxurious shop with a bright golden plaque.
Thousand Treasures Pavilion.
He stepped inside.
Behind a polished counter, a pudgy middle-aged merchant flicked open a fan and smiled.
Li Qingmu approached.
"Senior, are you interested in buying—"
The merchant's eyes flicked up.
Then down.
Then up again.
Then his face twisted with disgust.
"What beggar cave did you crawl out of?"
He boldly leaned forward and poked Li Qingmu's tattered sleeve with his fan.
"This robe is pathetic, miserable scrap… it looks like it was chewed by a boar and spat into a ditch. And you want to sell something?"
He snorted arrogantly.
"You probably came here with dried fish or rotten herbs hoping I'd take pity. Get out, little rat-head."
Li Qingmu blinked.
Rat-head!?
He opened his mouth—
THUD!
A massive brocade bag exploded into existence on the counter with earth-shaking force.
The merchant froze up.
"—!?"
Slowly… painfully… his chubby neck creaked toward the enormous sack.
He swallowed.
"What's… in that…?"
Li Qingmu folded his arms with a flat expression.
"Garbage, apparently. But since you're an expert in trash, you tell me."
The merchant tugged open the brocade bag.
His soul left his body.
Inside were shining artifacts and rare materials a low-level Inner Sect elder would cry over.
"A-A-A-A—ARE YOU—!?"
He hooked.
"H-, How does someone dressed like a—like a—"
"Peasant?" Li Qingmu supplied.
The merchant nodded furiously.
"YES!! EXACTLY!!"
Li Qingmu smiled smugly.
"Open it properly."
Sweating bullets, the merchant reached inside with trembling hands.
First, he pulled out a glowing sphere.
"This is a mid-grade Spirit Nurturing Pearl! Cultivators use this to stabilize their foundation! Even Foundation Establishment Elders in lower-class sects save spirit stones for years to buy one!"
He dug deeper—
"A—A Three-Striped Bloodbone Saber!? This is a spiritual weapon!! Where did you—!?"
Then another item.
"The Blue Rain Profound Pill! Refines meridians!"
He almost lost it.
None of the market stalls here ever got shipments like this from the Heavenly Sun City.
But these were nothing to a privileged Inner Disciple of the Golden Sun Pavilion.
They were an upper-class sect after all!
The merchant fished out more items.
A crystal bottle filled with a thick, luminous liquid.
The merchant dropped it.
Stumbled back.
Then grabbed the bottle again with shaking hands.
"TH… TH… THIS IS PRIME GRADE! PRIME-LEVEL MYSTIC LOTUS ESSENCE!! SIR—THIS—THIS IS USED BY FOUNDATION ESTABLISHMENT MASTERS TO ATTEMPT CORE FORMATION SOMEDAY!!"
He tugged at his own hair.
"I… I've only ever seen a picture!!"
The entire shop was staring.
Other merchants craned their necks.
Eat-your-heart-out expressions everywhere.
Li Qingmu raised a brow.
"So?"
The merchant gulped, eyes wild and hungry like a starving wolf ready to eat the boy.
"So what do you think?"
Li Qingmu asked casually.
The merchant's eyelid twitched violently.
『Damn brat KNOWS. He KNOWS I want all of this!』
But he puffed out his chest, smoothed his hair, and acted like he wasn't impressed.
"Ahem. Well… these items are… decent."
"You almost cried five seconds ago."
"AHEM—DECEENNNT."
He cleared his throat loudly.
"But they're merely JUST the basics for Foundation Establishment cultivators."
He hid half his face behind his fancy fan.
"I mostly deal with Nascent Soul seniors."
Li Qingmu blinked blankly.
"You've never seen a Nascent Soul cultivator in your entire life you little shit!"
The merchant coughed into his sleeve.
"Anyway! I can offer… thirty-one spirit stones."
Li Qingmu stared at him.
"No."
The merchant froze.
Thirty… one… spirit stones… was… his scam price…
It ALWAYS worked.
He coughed again.
"Fine… forty spirit stones. But only because I pity your tragic fashion."
"No."
The merchant's eyes almost popped out.
Li Qingmu then calmly recited the real value.
"The pearl is worth a hundred."
"The saber is eighty."
"The Profound Pill is at least sixty."
"The Sunfire Talisman is forty."
"The Lotus Essence… three hundred minimum."
Gasps echoed throughout the store.
Even the passing cultivators trembled.
The merchant's soul left his body.
"HOW DID YOU—!?"
"I went to the Imperial Academy."
Li Qingmu shrugged.
"I'm good at finances. In the future, if I ever get to run for Heavenly Court office, I'd choose Grand Minister of Finances in a heartbeat."
The merchant opened and closed his mouth like a fish.
Li Qingmu ignored him completely.
He needed as many spirit stones as he could get.
The sooner he saved up enough, the sooner he could buy a small house in Heavenly Sun City for himself and Zhen Rou.
Right now, living in the Golden Sun Pavilion only meant one thing… his father-in-law would keep controlling every part of his life. If he didn't leave soon, the old man would surely find new ways to crush him even more.
After a long silence, the merchant croaked.
"…How much do you want then…?"
Li Qingmu held up a single finger.
"Five thousand spirit stones."
"FIVE THOUSAND!?"
The merchant practically exploded.
"You insane brat! Who do you think you are!? Even if I wanted to—!"
He didn't have the money.
He knew it.
This was his chance to run and save face.
But—
"My, my… what lovely treasures."
Every head turned.
Two women entered.
Two charming demons disguised as women.
Both wore off-shoulder mini red robes so short they barely covered their hips. Their generously endowed chest spilled dangerously from the loose fabric as they bounced softly with each step. Their legs were long, thick, and smooth like polished jade, and each movement made the fabric stretch around their wide, luscious hips.
Their robes bore a sinister embroidered spider crest.
Blood Spider Sect.
Instant panic swept the market.
Merchants began closing stalls.
Villagers ducked their heads.
Some cultivators quietly whispered.
"Demonesses—! Run!"
"They seduce men and drain their yang!"
"Those two—aren't they the Savage Silk Sisters!?"
Li Qingmu raised a brow.
Both women stared straight at the merchant.
"Mmm~ You should really pay the amount the young man requested and stop dragging it. Just a glance at these items tells us he's right."
They sounded how they looked. Sweet as honey.
She walked over as she swayed so much her robe inched arousingly high.
She bent over slowly.
Her plump, round bubble butt pushed out invitingly.
Several men desperately wanted to stuff their face deep into them at the cost of their lives.
The robes hugged her butt so tightly that you could clearly see the outline of her little panties underneath. Those jiggly cheeks had already swallowed half the fabric into the tight crack that surely smelled like flowers.
The robe rode up further.
Her breasts nearly slipped entirely out of her top as she leaned toward the items.
She tapped her chin playfully.
"Hmmm~ these are indeed… impressive."
She looked up through thick lashes at Li Qingmu.
He smiled.
"Of course."
The two demonesses exchanged proud smiles.
They turned to the merchant.
Their eyes narrowed lethally.
"Pay up."
The merchant squeaked like a trapped mouse.
"Yes!! Right away!! D-, Don't kill me!!"
He emptied his entire fat pouch of spirit stones into Li Qingmu's hands.
Li Qingmu blinked.
"Wow. Thanks, elder sisters."
He bowed politely and swept the mountain of spirit stones into his space ring.
The two sisters smiled in satisfaction.
"As long as you're happy~"
Sne said warmly, licking her lips.
"But junior brother~"
The other added, stepping closer.
"Since we helped you… why not come to our sect and help us with some very… heavy lifting?"
They scooped their breasts from underneath and bounced them deliberately in front of him.
They were heavy, soft and overflowing!
Hot, steamy breaths caressed his neck.
Li Qingmu's brain reset.
The dragon in his pants roared.
He forced a stiff smile.
"…I—uh—"
A nearby old-timer ran over frantically.
"TAKE ME INSTEAD! YOU DON'T NEED TO LURE THIS POOR BOY, TAKE ME!!"
Everyone gasped.
But the two sisters looked at the old man like he was dog hair on their robes.
"No…"
They snapped irritably.
Then they turned back to Li Qingmu.
Dark hunger burned in their eyes.
One sister discreetly pressed her thighs together as her steaming breath shuddered.
Her face flushed.
"Being near him… it's intoxicating…"
"His yang… it's overflowing… I feel like I'll get pregnant just standing here…"
Li Qingmu lifted a brow.
These fairy maiden elder sisters weren't normal.
They were at least Mid Foundation Establishment.
He opened his mouth to answer.
Then one sister vanished in a step and reappeared directly in front of him.
Her finger touched his forehead.
A blood-red mist burst from her fingertip.
His vision blurred.
His legs weakened.
He collapsed straight into their massive, soft chests.
They caught him gently and stroked his hair.
To some it was just two elder sisters taking care of their new junior brother.
They pressed him closer to their breasts.
And their thighs pressed tightly together.
If they didn't they would surely pee themselves.
"So much pleasure… ♥️"
"Don't worry, junior brother~"
Their sweet, hot slipped into his ear.
"We will take… very good… care of you."
The two fair maiden elder sisters kissed him.
Ding!
[Host has lost consciousness!]
[Seal on the unawakened Dao Body has broken!]
[Host has awakened Dragon Fertility Dao Body!]