In the vast Ancestral Hall, the lights in the statues' eyes flickered out. On the Spiritual Leadership Tablet, the name Feng Xuan, which had glowed for years, vanished, replaced by the name Morse Xuan.
"Will you carry out the Patriarch's final will?" asked the bandaged Chen Ming, his eyes fixed on Morse. Morse didn't just return to reclaim his title as Young Master; he had returned to succeed the Patriarch himself.
Morse approached the Patriarch's corpse before the gathered assembly and lifted it into his arms. The Secret Unit had witnessed the Patriarch's dying breath and his final decree; Morse would not waste time.
"We shall prepare the Patriarch's funeral immediately. There is no time to lose. Summon the Elders—and only the Elders. No one else is to know. The Patriarch's death is a secret that must not be revealed."
Morse knew he couldn't allow anyone to exploit the power vacuum. He didn't want the concubines or his half-brothers to catch wind of this, lest a bloody war of succession break out prematurely. For now, only the Elders would know the truth: that he was the actual, ruling Patriarch.
The Secret Unit bowed in unison. "As the Patriarch commands."
With a shimmer of movement, they vanished from the hall. Morse placed his father into an Ancestral Casket he had purchased from the System. He checked his remaining balance: {Dual Cultivation Points: 22}.
Despite the lengthy "bath" he had shared with Ni Ni Layan to harvest as many points as possible, he had already spent a fortune. And although Ni Ni wasn't as overtly lethal as she had been initially, the look in her eyes suggested that "Ni Ni Layan 1.0"—the cold, ruthless version—was about to be summoned.
Morse needed a solution. He contemplated reuniting the "Lady" with her "Personal Maid." According to Tian'er Mengshi, Shin Li Xuan was already here, and Mengshi was thirsty for revenge against her.
Morse considered bringing Shin Li under Ni Ni Layan's wing, as she was her loyal maid in the original novel. However, he didn't want to earn Mengshi's enmity. Looking at it strategically, the future Mengshi was far more powerful than the future Shin Li Xuan. Yet, he couldn't afford to lose either of them; they were both pivotal pieces on his chessboard.
"Chen Ming... you may leave now," Morse said.
Chen Ming nodded and walked away, his mind clouded with worry. As for Morse's plans, revenge was the only thing on his mind now.
There was no one left to take vengeance upon except for Concubine Qian, and he still had to find his maid, Zhu Zhu. Although he burned with the desire to kill Bing Xuan, he could not defy his father's dying decree. When Chen Ming had asked him earlier, his true intention was to know: "Will you kill your brother, Bing?" Since Bing was now out of reach as the public figurehead, Morse shifted his sights toward the root of all his life's miseries—the damned Concubine Qian.
While he was rubbing his hands in anticipation, he glanced back at Ni Ni Layan, who was still standing behind him. But her movements were incredibly strange. She began to tremble, and her knees buckled beneath her.
She slowly sank toward the floor, her beautiful face flushed a deep, vivid crimson, like a ripe tomato.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, but she began to pant softly, her eyes growing hazy and unfocused. Her hands began to wander, drifting toward an exceptionally private place.
"Morse... Morse... damn this weak body!" she gasped.
[ Notification! The Demonic Child has successfully merged with the Host. ]
[ The Host has acquired the Demonic Child's Exclusive Skill: TOO MUCH LUST (Passive). ]
[ Description: The Host now possesses an overwhelming, insatiable desire. Each time the possessor of 'Too Much Lust' satisfies their cravings, their cultivation speed will multiply tenfold. ]
Ni Ni Layan stared at the system notifications, her mind reeling with wild, untamed thoughts. A damp heat pooled between her thighs, throwing her senses into total disarray.
Although the Demonic Child could not influence her soul or take control of her spirit, it possessed a terrifying grip over her physical form. It was already known in legends that the Phoenix possessed an immense reservoir of lust—and now, this curse had amplified it beyond measure.
"Mor... se... Morse... I... I..." she stammered.
Morse felt a wave of apprehension, yet he approached her cautiously, trying to understand what was happening. "Do you... do you need help?"
He drew closer as she trembled, her body curling inward. "Should I call a physician?"
She gestured for him to come nearer. He felt a primal sense of danger from the look in her eyes, but before he could react, she pounced on him like a predator that had been stalking its prey for an eternity.
She lunged at him, her weight slamming him down until he hit the floor of the Ancestral Hall. Her face hovered dangerously close to his. Her warm breath caressed his skin, sending a jolt through his senses. Suddenly, his "little friend" stirred, rising with pride beneath his clothes.
Damn it... is it working now? He instantly remembered the deceitful Old Woman Chu. She had told him that for these two weeks, he would be impotent, unable to feel anything except for three times a day, for only three minutes each time.
What cursed luck!
Ni Ni Layan was now inches away. She traced his chest playfully as she lay atop him, nipping at the bridge of his nose before moving to his full lips. She began to devour them, pinning Morse down with her overwhelming strength. His body betrayed him, and he found himself reciprocating her kiss with equal fervor.
Schlurp... mmm...
The lewd sounds of their locked lips filled the silent hall as she tasted his tongue and saliva. The kiss was incredibly intoxicating; her lips clung to his in a desperate, intimate dialogue.
His body was surging with an incomparable longing, but Morse felt a flicker of terror—he could feel a massive amount of his Yang energy being drained at an alarming rate.
Ni Ni Layan finally pulled back slightly, a thin silver thread of saliva stretching between their lips before it broke.
"Delicious..." she whispered breathlessly. "You have no idea how delicious you are... your Yang energy... it's exquisite."
[ Notification! First True Deep Kiss between the Hosts. Reward: 4,000 Points. ]
Morse barely noticed the message. In a swift motion, he reached for the "Secret Weapon" he had been concealing for the perfect moment...
"Can I... can I guide it in myself? I'd rather not feel like I'm being completely ravaged..."
Ni Ni Layan smirked, her eyes radiating an unquenchable heat. "Fine. But hurry... you wouldn't want to keep a lady waiting."
Morse returned the smile. His hand moved to shed his trousers, releasing his member which had been straining against the pressure for far too long. It emerged in all its towering pride and length.
Ni Ni Layan was so desperate that she literally burned away her own undergarments with her aura. She hovered over the "rocket," waiting for it to launch inside her. She couldn't wait another second; she needed that invasion.
"Oops... I've already dropped down!"
She broke her promise instantly. She slammed her weight down, aiming for the tip of the rocket, bracing herself for the surge of pleasure. But...
"What is this...?"
When she landed, she was certain she had hit the target. Yet, she felt no towering mass within her. She was stunned. Where was it?
She lifted herself up, only to find nothing but a shriveled patch of skin where his member should have been. She was certain it was there just a moment ago!
The Phoenix's confusion turned to fury. But when she looked at Morse, he was grinning. He held up his hand, showing her what he was clutching.
It was a cylindrical container that looked like something from the far future. Inside... was Morse's extended member, looking as though it had been betrayed. It seemed almost sentient, pulsating angrily within the fluid-filled capsule.
"Better luck next time..."
[ Item: Secure Phallus Preservation Capsule ]
[ Description: A man's virginity and innocence are the most valuable currencies in a world full of lustful women. This capsule safely preserves your member inside it so that you aren't devoured by predatory women. You can reattach it later... but beware: if the capsule shatters, you lose your 'asset' forever. ]
Morse had purchased this item from the System a day ago when he had a surplus of points. He hadn't invested them in cultivation because his fear of Ni Ni Layan's lust outweighed his desire for power. He had paid an exorbitant price for this safety.
And there he was... holding his own member in a jar.
If the spirits of the ancestors were watching this... they would be in a state of profound, soul-crushing disappointment.
"What is the meaning of this?! Do not play games with me, boy!"
Ni Ni Layan lunged for the capsule, her hands moving like lightning. Morse tried to snatch it back to stow it safely in his spatial ring, but she swiped at his hand with such force that the container was sent flying.
In what felt like hellish slow motion for Morse's heart, he watched the capsule—the one preserving his manhood—spin through the air. His soul was paralyzed with terror. He struggled to break free and lunge toward it.
"NOOOOOOOOO!"
Despite his frantic scramble and burst of speed, he couldn't reach it in time. The capsule was hurtling toward a collision with one of the ancestral statues. If it shattered, Morse would be lost forever.
But just as his world was about to end in his eyes...
CLINK...
In a moment of legendary absurdity, the cylinder landed perfectly... right inside the open mouth of the statue.
There it was. Morse's preserved member was now officially getting a blowjob from his own grandfather's statue.