The aroma was a mixture of primordial peaches, sweet vanilla, and the potent yin pheromones of a maiden in her absolute golden pri.
It was a scent that could cause a monk of ten thousand years to shatter his Dao heart and burn with the fire of worldly desires.
[Ding! EXTRE DEGENERACY DETECTED!]
[Deep Sniffing of a Maiden’s Sacred Essence: 20 Lust Points!]
[Current Lust Points: 40/100]
"Young Master? This maid cannot find your seed... the darkness is too profound, and the space is too cramped for my fra."
Roo gritted his teeth, his eyes glowing with a manic, blood-red light.
"Is that so? Then stay your hand, Lily. Cease your search. This junior shall find his seed through another path."
He stood up, adjusting his coarse robes. He had thoroughly harvested the surface-level Yin energy of this jade beauty.
Roo was absolutely certain the System would not grant him a single additional point unless he beheld her bare, perky ’Jade Peaks’ or laid eyes upon her ’Secret Demonic Valley.’
But he couldn’t risk ordering her to disrobe just yet; his current strength was too low. He had to act with the patience of a profound turtle!
But that didn’t an he was going to waste ti waiting for the heavens to drop at pies into his lap.
A sinister, villainous smile crept onto his face.
He knew exactly where to farm the remaining lust points. It was as simple as breathing!
He dismissed Lily with a wave of his sleeve and quickly descended toward the lower floors of the massive, crumbling castle.
His next target was down there. At least, according to the mories of the old ’Trash’ Roo, the pri targets of this household must be lurking below!
He didn’t even have to reach the bottom of the ancient wooden stairs before the thunderous roar of a woman assaulted his eardrums.
Pa! Pa!
"Is this the color I asked for?! Are you courting death?! What the hell is wrong with you useless trash?!"
Pa! Pa!
"Are you trying to fuck with because this noble house has declined, huh?! Do you take for a sick cat?!"
Pa! Pa!
"As the Matriarch of this house, and as the mother of the next true heir who will rebuild our barony to the peak, I say you should all just cut out your own heart and die!!"
Pa! Pa!
Roo stopped on the stairs, peering down at the commotion. For so reason, this trash body of his was involuntarily shaking at the sight of her.
’Ah, the lingering trauma of the previous owner. Or perhaps it’s because this voluptuous piece of at is a literal venomous snake.’
He took a good, peerless look at the woman. She appeared to be in her late thirties, utilizing so sort of profound face-retaining art.
Her long, silky black hair flowed down her back, stopping just above a heavenly, sculpted ass that defied the laws of the mortal realm.
She was wearing a tight, modern-style noble matriarch’s business suit. The skirt clung to her thighs like a second skin, ruthlessly protruding and emphasizing her bottom.
This wasn’t the soft, pillowy fat of a mortal rchant’s wife. No! This was the sculpted, bouncy elasticity of a seasoned expert.
It had that divine, rubbery rebound effect. If she were to wear tight spirit-leggings, those twin cheeks would form the absolute perfect ’Dao of Teardrops.’
That was how heaven-defying her ass was!
Because she was facing away, terrorizing the servants, he couldn’t take a good look at her frontal ’Jade lons.’
However, her slender upper body provided a tantalizing, high-definition view of her ’Side Peaks’—they weren’t massively oversized, but they possessed a peerless, perky perfection that demanded worship.
Roo instinctively licked his lips.
She was basically terrorizing a group of maids and butlers who were kneeling on the floor, kowtowing for their lives simply because they chose the wrong color for her Supre Handkerchief. Very reasonable. Very normal for a fantasy villainess.
’Look at the bright red handprints on the old head butler’s cheeks. Seems like he was the one who got slapped into the yellow springs.’
Roo could only shake his head seeing this absolute tyranny.
He knew this woman. He knew her explosive temper, her demonic cunning, and her willingness to commit any cruelty to get what she wanted.
She was the dreaded Stepmother!
And right now, her venomous eyes were set entirely on Roo. Because he was the true, legitimate heir to the Lovecraft barony, and this viper wanted her own lovely, ugly-assed, equally terrible son to sit on the throne!
’Like hell! The old trash Roo would have kowtowed and handed his birthright to that step-bastard. But this seat is now occupied by a supre expert! I will not yield a single inch!’
He possessed the perfect foundation for a heaven-defying face-slapping revenge.
The Lovecraft bloodline was native to this profound realm. They were not summoned trash from Earth. This gave him the ho-field advantage!
From the soul-mories of the old Roo, he understood the grand conspiracy.
The Lovecraft Barony was sitting on a supre spiritual goldmine of profound marble and heavenly granite.
It was the absolute biggest exporter of these foundation-building rocks to the entire Northern Kingdom.
But the previous Barons had water in their brains! They squandered their wealth on useless jade beauties and pills until the treasury was emptier than a beggar’s bowl.
This caused the Barony to decline past the point of no return.
Roo’s true mother was struck by a severe cold poison. She beca bedridden and weak. Roo himself was shunned since birth. He beca a gloomy ghost.
Then his foolish father took this venomous rchant snake as his second wife. She already possessed a son from a previous union. His father was simply blinded by her family’s wealth.
This snake with big ass’s father established a massive mining sect on their lands. They had been harvesting the profound marble and hoarding the profits. The Barony itself remained poor.
’The plot is clear! They are waiting for their ugly toad of a son to officially usurp the heir title. Only then will they flood the Barony with their hidden wealth and claim total dominance!’
Absolutely not! He would rather endure a heavenly tribulation than let this plump-bottod viper swallow his birthright. She would not gobble up his resources and murder his mother!
During his inner monologue, the venomous Matriarch dismissed the trembling servants. She turned around. Her sharp eyes locked onto the "cripple" standing on the wooden steps.
"You! Trash! Get down here!"
Roo’s heart hamred against his ribs. This trash vessel rembered the physical trauma. It trembled under her oppressive aura.
’Do not fear, old Roo. Watch this ancestor work. I am going to conquer this uptight, evil viper and turn her into a supre cultivation cauldron!’
That was a heavenly oath he swore to his very soul!
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[A/N- 50 powerstones for an extra Chapter!]
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