Li Feng was just a regular pervy guy from Earth who somehow landed in a world where cultivators cared way more about the Dao than their own mortal bodies.

On his first day, by some crazy luck, he found 35,000 spirit stones on a dead cultivator.
He blew 30,000 of those stones just to buy his way into one of the top sects as an outer disciple. 
After years of grinding and nearly burning through the rest of his stones trying to break through, he’s still stuck at the lowest cultivation level. 

Now, with only a hundred stones left and his patience running thin, he decides to spend those last stones on a night of mortal pleasure with a cold, distant senior sister who usually doesn’t give a damn about things like that.
She agrees ,not because she’s interested, but because the price is hard to say no to. 

What Li Feng doesn’t realize is that this reckless move give him the chance to finally break free from his bottleneck and change everything.
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A lot of Smut, No NTR, No Yuri.

Yan Moxuan's expression didn't change in the slightest after ending the life of this woman who seemed so important to Li Feng... as if he had merely crushed an insignificant insect beneath his foot.


Then, as if he still wasn't done, he slowly withdrew his blood-soaked hand from Yue Lan's chest.


Thick, crimson blood slid down his fingers, falling in slow, heavy drops onto the ground below.


Her head tilted slightly to the side, lifeless… like a broken discarded doll.


He reached out and grabbed the strange floating orb of light.


Up close, it pulsed unnaturally like a living heart made of pure radiance.


Something inside it twisted faintly, as if struggling… or waiting.


Without hesitation, he shoved the orb of light straight into Yue Lan's corpse.


The moment the light made contact, it began to melt into her body.


Chapter 337 - Chapter 337: The Wrath of a Star.