Shen Suning's pupils violently contracted.
An Imperial Weapon! A completely intact, undamaged Imperial Weapon.
That vast Imperial aura pressed down on her like a physical weight, shaking her very soul.
The weapon she currently used was nothing more than a half-step Imperial Weapon, and a fragmented one at that. Just to obtain that broken half-step Imperial Weapon, she had offended three Immortal King realm cultivators.
But now, Qin Hao held a flawless Imperial Weapon in his hands. Shen Suning's eyes were glued to it, silently counting the dark gold patterns on the rod.
These patterns were the physical manifestation of Imperial-level laws. Having one Imperial mark made it an Imperial Weapon; having ninety-nine made it an Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon.
The large black rod in Qin Hao's hands had a full thirty-seven Imperial marks!
"Gulp!" Shen Suning swallowed hard, her eyes filled with longing. If she could obtain this Imperial Weapon, her strength would soar exponentially. Her past enemies would no longer be a threat!
Seeing Shen Suning's reaction, the smile on Qin Hao's lips deepened. He twirled the rod in his hand and said casually:
"Alas, since the Abbess scoffed at the Primordial Purple Mansion Liquid and the Immemorial Dragon Blood Ointment, I suppose this broken rod won't catch your eye either."
"Forget it, I shouldn't stay here and be an eyesore to you."
Saying that, Qin Hao made a show of putting the rod away.
"Wait!"
Shen Suning's voice was almost a roar. She lunged forward, grabbing the Primordial Chaos Rod tightly with both hands.
Qin Hao looked down at her hands, then raised his eyes to look at her, an eyebrow raised:
"Abbess, what is the meaning of this?"
Shen Suning didn't speak. Her breathing was rapid, her chest heaving violently, and her eyes were slightly red.
This despicable man, he was clearly the one tempting her all along, and now that she was thirsty for it, he acted as if he knew nothing.
Shen Suning bit her lip. She hated herself for being so pathetic, but she couldn't control it. The rod was right in front of her, its thirty-seven Imperial marks emitting a warm glow, each one hooking away her soul.
Qin Hao wasn't in a hurry. He just stood there, letting her grip the Primordial Chaos Rod in his hand.
Shen Suning took a deep breath. In the face of an Imperial Weapon, what did mere face matter?
She lowered her head, not daring to meet Qin Hao's gaze, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum:
"I... I want it. What... what do you want me to do to give it to me?"
Qin Hao clicked his tongue. "Is this your attitude when asking someone for a favor?"
Shen Suning bit her red lip lightly, her grip on the rod tightening.
She took a deep breath, constantly building herself up mentally. Fine, it was just lowering her posture. For the sake of the Imperial Weapon, she would risk it all.
Shen Suning let go of the rod and took a step back. She crossed her hands in front of her lower abdomen, bent her knees slightly, and performed a standard curtsy:
"Young Master Qin~"
Her voice was very soft, like a March spring breeze, carrying a faint, barely discernible tremor.
"My attitude earlier was poor and I offended you, Young Master. Please forgive me."
Qin Hao lowered his eyes, looking at Shen Suning's submissive appearance, a playful smile curling the corners of his mouth.
He didn't speak, just quietly watched her. Since Shen Suning didn't hear him, she didn't dare to rise, maintaining her curtsying posture.
After a long while, Qin Hao finally spoke: "Alright, get up."
Hearing this, joy flashed across Shen Suning's face. But the next second, Qin Hao's words poured over her like a bucket of cold water:
"Abbess, you are an Immortal King realm mighty figure after all. I shouldn't need to tell you how precious an Imperial Weapon is. You didn't actually think you could get an Imperial Weapon just like this, did you?"
Shen Suning's expression froze, her voice turning somewhat hoarse:
"You were the one who said you would give it to me if I had a good attitude. I've already lowered my posture."
"Lowered your posture?" Qin Hao raised his eyebrows. "Bowing and calling me Young Master is lowering your posture? Then your bow is a bit too valuable, isn't it?"
Shen Suning's face flushed bright red. She glanced at the Primordial Chaos Rod resting in Qin Hao's hand, her eyes full of desire.
This despicable man! He was clearly making things difficult for her.
But Shen Suning was helpless. The rod was in Qin Hao's hands, and with her cultivation currently lost, she could only let him set the terms.
Shen Suning took a deep breath, preparing to say something, when she saw Qin Hao suddenly frown and exaggeratedly twist his waist:
"Oh my, standing for so long has made me a bit tired."
Shen Suning blanked for a moment, but quickly reacted. She hurriedly fetched a chair and helped Qin Hao sit down:
"Young Master Qin, are you satisfied with this?"
Qin Hao shook his head: "There's something wrong with this chair. It makes my whole body uncomfortable."
At this moment, Shen Suning, whose mind was completely filled with the Imperial Weapon, darted forward and squatted in front of Qin Hao, massaging his legs. She then looked up at him:
"Is this okay, Young Master?"
Qin Hao looked down at Shen Suning, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.
Where was her aloof demeanor of an Immortal King mighty figure now? She was completely acting like a maidservant at his beck and call.
Qin Hao found that Shen Suning was the type of person who knew what to do without being told. Before he could even speak, she had fetched a plate of fruit.
"Young Master, open your mouth, ah~" Her voice was as soft as cotton candy.
While feeding Qin Hao, Shen Suning secretly peeked at the Primordial Chaos Rod he had casually tossed aside. The thirty-seven Imperial marks shone with a warm light in the sun, less than three feet away from her.
Almost there! Just endure a little longer, and the Imperial Weapon would be hers!
Shen Suning's hand paused. A question suddenly occurred to her: where did this Qin Hao get so many good things? Wasn't he just a rental Dao companion who traded resources by pleasing women?
Soon, Shen Suning's gaze became subtle. Qin Hao's identity was a rental Dao companion. Since he could take an order from an Immortal King like her today, it was entirely possible he had taken orders from Immortal Emperors before.
This guy, although despicable, was undeniably handsome. Just looking at his face made her heart flutter involuntarily.
It must be those female bigshots who took a fancy to him and were willing to give him such precious items, even Imperial Weapons.
"Hmph, no wonder he's enjoying my services so naturally now. It turns out he's used to serving people."
"And these methods of his to make things difficult and tempt people must have been learned from the Female Emperors who hired him before!"
Suddenly, a bold thought sprouted in Shen Suning's mind: "Who said his past clients were necessarily women? What if it was a burly, bearded, heavily built man?"
As soon as this thought emerged, the way Shen Suning looked at Qin Hao completely changed.
Especially when she imagined Qin Hao wearing thin clothes, forcing a smile in front of a group of ravenous male cultivators, serving tea, pouring water, massaging their shoulders and legs, and perhaps even having to...
Shen Suning couldn't help but shudder. Her gaze toward Qin Hao shifted from resentment to pity.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
