The City of Howling Winds was ruled by the Wang family, a powerful family of count level, led by a cultivator at the peak of the False Immortal Realm.
One who was only one step away from becoming a true immortal, a being whose life expectancy reaches 50,000 years and whose soul is theoretically immortal.
At the center of their huge palace was the training ground for the family’s personal disciples.
This was the place where they gathered young masters from dozens of family branches scattered around the kingdom, as well as commoners they deemed worthy of sheltering and training.
At this very moment, the huge marble platform in the camp was almost empty. All the Wang family disciples were gathered around it, watching a single figure train in the center.
He was a handsome young man with serene blue eyes, long golden hair falling over his shoulders and powerful muscles that flexed with each slash of his saber.
He was barely using any Qi, yet every movement of his blade made the air around him boil, the arena beneath his feet seeming not far from beginning to melt.
Even though he was a wind cultivator, that was his law: the ability to shape the air to any temperature within his own limits, being able to cook or freeze any enemy within range of his Qi.
With one last swing of his long silver saber, he closed his eyes, calming his breathing before sheathing it.
The air from that final blow spread a cold, deadly energy, freezing everything beneath his feet.
"Truly incredible, young master Wang!" The head instructor of the main house bowed, drawing a big smile from the young man who immediately relaxed, feeling the cold breeze rise through his feet.
He was the current heir of the Wang family, a genius with an earth grade spirit root, above mortal, silver and gold grade spirit roots.
In that region of the Continent of Illuminated Light, it was only below sky-grade spirit roots.
There were even roots of higher levels, and transcendent, immortal and even ancestral grade, but these were limited to large regions, such as the Illuminated Sky Empire.
Such a genius wouldn’t stay in such an isolated place.
"You praise me too much, instructor, hahaha," Young Master Wang giggled a little as he waved his hand, a long robe covering his naked torso.
"Not at all, Young Master. Having reached the ethereal body realm at such a young age, who else would compare?"
The instructor kept his head humbly down as he waved for the other disciples to leave.
"What are Young Master Wang’s plans for today? I’ve heard of some incomparable beauties in the city, almost all of them mortal and walking alongside a mere Transcendence Realm cultivator.
How would you like to take a look at them?" The instructor gave a big smile, drawing a sigh from young master Wang.
"Ah... you really want me to steal another man’s women?"
"What? Don’t you want to celebrate your 30th birthday in style?"
"Hahahahaha," Young Master Wang let out an honest laugh.
"Let’s get going. If their little boyfriend resists, we can hang him by his balls outside the city. But if they’re not worth it, you’ll buy the drink."
"With pleasure, hehehe," the instructor giggled, his face full of desire.
From what he had heard of the whispers among the disciples coming from the city center, it would definitely be worth it.
If there was any resistance, the city belonged to the Wang family. What could that pretty face do?
***
Unaware of what was happening at the Wang family residence, Qingyi finally satisfied his wives and now watched them try on all the clothes they could.
Elegant hanfus, training clothes, long, luxurious noble dresses and various types of swimwear, almost all covered in aesthetic, defensive or offensive spiritual arrays, loaded with price tags that made Qingyi’s heart sink.
He had many tens of millions of lust points, more than enough to buy tens of thousands of spirit crystals. An absurd amount for any cultivator of his level in the immortal heaven.
Unfortunately, this was a luxury store, intended for the highest nobility of the Blue Sea Kingdom. Even the cheapest things there cost fortunes.
’Ah... all right, one night with Isabel and Xueyao and I’ll get it all back,’ Qingyi thought, looking at the large amount of clothes chosen by his wives.
"Thank you, husband!" Elize kissed Qingyi, her huge tits covered by an elegant, blue hanfu with long sleeves and a neckline that subtly squeezed her breasts, showing off part of her pale, creamy skin.
Qingyi simply returned the kiss, his hands resting on her delicate waist.
The weight of the price in his heart disappeared as he watched the bright smiles on all his wives.
Yes, they were happy, and that made it all worthwhile.
After giving each of his wives a little love, Qingyi finally escorted them out of the store, his arms fully occupied by more than ten bags full of clothes.
The sales clerks’ faces lit up with the same glow as Qingyi’s wives when they realized how much they were buying, imagining the commission they would receive for that sale.
"Thank you for your preference, young master!" They bowed respectfully as Qingyi placed the bags on the counters, immediately starting to calculate the price of everything.
The handsome young man just nodded to the attendants, returning to the embrace of his wives, checking how many lust points he still had.
After his advance, his lust points had dropped by 15 million, but this amount had already been largely recovered in his last orgy with the girls, his balance coming to 35 million again.
It was a comfortable amount for him, enough to improve his spiritual roots once again and reach the peak of the transcendence realm.
As long as-
Qingyi’s thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock.
An arrogant-looking young man, accompanied by a burly man and four guards entered the store, all with Qi’s so deep that even Qingyi had difficulty sensing them.
’Ah... I hope it’s not some asshole wanting to have all his teeth broken...’
Qingyi thought to himself, and the moment he received the young man’s gaze, he knew for sure.
’Oh fuck... it is an asshole wanting to have all his teeth broken. can’t I have a moment of fun with my women without some filthy pig begging for the steel of my sword?’