Lust: The Story of Young Master Su

Soon, dishes and wine flowed onto the table, covering it entirely.

Su Ji picked up his chopsticks, took a single bite of each dish, then slammed them down heavily.

"What kind of garbage is this?"

"Disgusting!"

With a displeased expression, he pushed aside his wine cup and began to rant loudly.

"Back home, this young master drinks only the finest nectar!"

"If it weren’t for that old man forcing me to marry some ugly so-called ‘holy maiden’ from some no-name sect, I wouldn’t be out here suffering this nonsense!"

"What’s the big deal about a little family fortune? Once I sell the treasures I brought with me, I’ll just start my own sect for fun—fill it with female disciples and play around however I like. I’ll father a bunch of bastards just to piss him off!"

His words weren’t loud, but they were just clear enough for the neighboring table to hear.

‘Treasures he brought with him’… ‘start his own sect’…

These phrases landed like boulders in their hearts.

The Blood Fiend Sect’s lead elder’s pupils contracted slightly.

His disciples beside him were already struggling to hold back.

"Big brother, this kid’s carrying something valuable!"

"If we don’t take this chance, we’d be letting down the Blood Fiend Sect’s reputation!"

Truth be told, the elder’s breathing had also grown heavier.

He glanced at Su Jiu again and noticed that while her expression remained indifferent, her arms were crossed even tighter, as if deeply annoyed by Su Ji’s careless words:

"Young master, we’re outside. Mind your tongue."

Su Ji waved dismissively. "I have a Golden Core guardian. Who dares touch me?"

"In this backwater, have they even seen a Golden Core cultivator before?"

"If I don’t act arrogantly, wouldn’t I be wasting this privileged birth?"

Su Jiu: "…"

Su Ji really didn’t seem to be acting.

She almost wondered—if he’d been born into a better family, he’d genuinely be this insufferable.

What Su Jiu didn’t know was that this single remark erased all the Blood Fiend Sect’s Golden Core elder’s lingering doubts.

Indeed…

Even the Blood Fiend Sect’s leader thought the same way.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been sent on this mission.

A Golden Core cultivator’s full power could level the entire Wang’an City.

A naive, spoiled young master.

A resentful, powerful bodyguard.

This was practically a gift from the heavens!

The burly man made his decision instantly.

He exchanged a glance with his companions, then stood up with a bowl of wine in hand, plastering a hearty smile on his face as he strode toward Su Ji’s table.

"Little brother, drinking alone is no fun."

His voice boomed with false camaraderie.

"You seem like a man of taste. How about… we become friends?"

Su Ji lifted his eyelids lazily, his face openly disdainful.

"What kind of trash are you?"

"You think you’re worthy of calling me ‘brother’?"

The burly man’s smile stiffened but quickly recovered. "Brother, out here, more friends mean more paths forward."

Without waiting for an invitation, he sat across from Su Ji and slid the wine bowl forward.

"I’m Wang Hu. I’ve traveled far and wide, and I’ve got some connections."

"You look new here. First time in town?"

Su Ji leaned back in his chair, eyeing him like he was an idiot.

"Speak plainly or get lost. Don’t waste my time with nonsense."

Wang Hu’s face twitched, a flash of malice in his eyes before it vanished behind another smile.

He leaned in, lowering his voice.

"Brother, I can see you’ve got deep pockets. And I’m in the business of big deals—always looking for buyers…"

"Truth is, my crew’s got a batch of rare goods. Interested?"

Su Ji’s interest seemed piqued. He leaned forward slightly.

"Oh?"

"What kind of goods? Let’s see them."

Wang Hu smirked mysteriously.

"Too many eyes here. Not safe."

"Three miles outside the city, there’s an abandoned temple."

"Meet us there at midnight. We’ll show you something… unforgettable."

Then, without a word, Su Jiu drew the Golden Core elder’s sword from Su Ji’s waist—

And pressed it against Wang Hu’s throat.

A chilling gleam nearly pierced his skin.

Wang Hu barely suppressed the urge to strike back.

His eyes, however, were glued to the blade, practically drooling.

A peak Golden Core artifact?

Such things cost thousands of high-grade spirit stones…

Even in the Blood Fiend Sect, there were no more than five in total.

One for the Grand Elder, one for the Sect Leader, one for the Vice-Leader, maybe one for the forging elder…

That was it.

Of course, part of the reason was that the Blood Fiend Sect didn’t prioritize spending on artifacts.

But it was still unimaginably precious.

For him, this could shave off three centuries of struggle!

For a moment, he actually felt fear…

What kind of background did this kid have?

A Foundation Establishment brat wielding this kind of treasure?

This was like a kitten carrying a sack of gold in its mouth—

Could he even use it properly?

But fear quickly gave way to greed.

Wang Hu’s face twitched again. The sword’s cold spiritual light made his skin crawl, freezing him in place.

"Friend, let’s talk this out, yeah?"

He forced a smile, raising his hands in surrender.

Su Jiu’s voice was icy. "Don’t even think about scheming."

"What kind of deal happens in the dead of night?"

"If you want to trade, pick a crowded place."

Her expression was unreadable, but her piercing gaze sent shivers down Wang Hu’s spine.

"My mistake, my mistake."

Su Ji, however, lazily intervened, using two fingers to nudge the blade slightly away.

"Ah Jiu, don’t be so tense."

"Didn’t you hear Brother Wang Hu has a big deal for me?"

The way he said "Ah Jiu" was casual, almost intimate.

To Wang Hu, it only confirmed his suspicions about their relationship.

Su Jiu scoffed but finally sheathed the sword, removing the scabbard from Su Ji’s belt.

The moment the blade disappeared, her entire aura screamed "stay away."

Wang Hu exhaled silently, his back drenched in cold sweat.

Regaining his composure, he studied Su Ji’s careless, spoiled demeanor—and his last trace of doubt vanished.

This kid was absolutely a fool led astray by lust!

To flaunt a peak Golden Core artifact yet only have an early Golden Core guardian?

And that guardian dared to scold him publicly, yet he didn’t even get angry—instead, he soothed her?

What did that mean?

It meant this woman wasn’t just a bodyguard.

She held far higher status—likely his personal plaything!

Truly, lust was the blade hanging over a fool’s head!

Now certain, Wang Hu leaned even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.

His smile turned sly and conspiratorial.

"Brother, you don’t understand."

"My goods aren’t just any ordinary wares."

"They’re… trained female slaves."

He deliberately paused for a moment, observing Su Ji's reaction. Seeing the other party perk up his ears, the smile on his lips deepened.

"And every single one of them is rich in theoretical experience but utterly lacking in practical experience."

"Tell me, can this thing really see the light of day?"

Su Ji's eyes instantly lit up.

He suddenly slapped his thigh, leaning forward with his previously aloof demeanor completely gone. His face now bore a lecherous grin, and even his form of address changed: "Brother! Brother!"