You're a Little Gentler, That Sister Is Afraid of Pain

Far West Land, Moon Concealing Joyful Union Sect.

In the main hall, songs rose like orioles and fragrant fans fluttered. Lotus steps shifted lightly, pearl tassels spun as the stars wheeled, and flower vines trembled like twisting dragons and snakes.

A dozen women dressed in gauzy silk danced with graceful figures. Their willow waists swayed to the trembling zither music, their shoulders seemed carved, their waists bound with white silk—every one of them was an unparalleled beauty.

At the very center of the hall, Lu Bei was surrounded by three beauties: Xing Li's master, Master Shang Gong; Xing Li's grandmaster, Sect Master Gongsun; and Xing Li's grand tutor ancestor, Jing Xin Wu.

Three generations under one roof, all possessing sacred countenances and immortal bearing.

The saying that there were no physical goods and that the shop reserved the final right of interpretation had not lied about the Beauty Album. Moon Concealing Joyful Union Sect really was crawling with beauties.

But Lu Bei was not happy in the slightest. He was even somewhat grieved. Whenever he thought of how all the beauties before him had rolled around in bed with Lu Xi, he felt all kinds of envy—

No, not envy or jealousy. Only hatred.

Lu Bei hated it so much. Looking at his Lu lineage, from Lu Nan to Lu Dong, including Lu Bei himself, which one of them was not a tough, upright man? Yet Lu Xi had become obsessed with women, made no effort to advance, and turned into one thoroughly contemptible lecher.

"Bah, shameless!"

If Lu Xi had not changed his surname and known that he was unworthy, Lu Bei would already have strangled him with his own hands.

By the wall, Xing Li crouched with both arms around his knees. Three days—three whole days. Ever since