Spring Scenery Unlimited

The group moved quickly along the passage they had used to arrive.

Perhaps it was eagerness to return, but their pace was significantly faster than before.

When the foremost clone emerged from the cave and back into the rear courtyard of Black Wind Stronghold, dusk was just settling.

"The Lord has returned!"

The news spread through the stronghold like wildfire.

Soon, Liu Lao Liu, accompanied by a few surrendered mountain bandits, trotted over, his face a mask of fawning smiles.

"My Lord! You've returned! Dinner is prepared and waiting in the plaza!"

Lin Mo nodded and led his team through the stronghold.

Dozens of long tables were already set up in the plaza, laden with steaming dishes:

Large basins of braised pork, tender stewed mutton, baskets of mantou and rice, and several large cauldrons of meat broth, all emitting an alluring, rich aroma.

"Brothers, eat to your heart's content!" Lin Mo waved his hand grandly.

"Thank you, Lord!"

The clones cheered and took their seats, beginning to feast heartily.

The fatigue from a day of battle vanished in the face of such delicious food.

Lin Mo took his seat at the head table, with Lin Yi, Lin Er, and other "veterans" seated on either side.

Liu Lao Liu obsequiously approached, personally bringing out several plates of noticeably more refined stir-fried dishes, along with a plump chicken stewed until the bones were soft and the meat fragrant.

He poured a bowl of rice wine, raised it high above his head with both hands, and spoke with a tone full of flattery and reverence:

"My Lord, today you have expanded our territory and laid the foundation for our future! This is truly a momentous occasion! I, your humble servant, offer this humble bowl of wine to congratulate you, wishing you grand success and eternal stability for your enterprise!"

Lin Mo took the wine bowl and drained it in one gulp.

The warm liquid slid down his throat, dispelling some of his fatigue and bringing a comforting warmth.

Just as everyone was clinking cups and feasting, a fragrant breeze, accompanied by the faint jingle of jade pendants, drifted from afar.

Under the mingled moonlight and firelight, seven graceful figures approached. They were the seven madams from the North Courtyard.

They had clearly dressed up for the occasion. Their red skirts were like fire, their blue skirts like ice, their pink skirts like rosy clouds...

Each of the seven women possessed a unique beauty and charm, and in the rugged night of the mountain stronghold, they appeared like seven peerless flowers suddenly in bloom, instantly drawing all eyes.

The previously boisterous plaza fell suddenly quiet.

Countless gazes, both open and hidden, focused on them.

In the mental link, the chatter instantly erupted:

[Lin San: Oh my god! Those glimpses of skin... who could resist!]

[Lin Wu: Red Skirt Madam's sheer veil... damn, it's sexy!]

[Lin Shi: Lord, can I have just one? Just one!]

[Lin Shi San: Just sleep it off. You can have anything in your dreams. These are the Lord's women. Just looking is enough.]

The seven madams arrived before the main table, curtsied gracefully, and spoke in soft, sweet voices:

"We, your humble servants, congratulate our Lord on establishing your enterprise today. We have prepared a humble dance to entertain you and express our joy."

Without waiting for Lin Mo's reply, they began to dance gracefully to the melodious strains of music that seemed to come from nowhere.

The red skirts spun, as fiery as blooming flames;

The blue skirts fluttered, as cool and clear as flowing moonlight;

The pink skirts danced nimbly, as delicate as peach petals in the spring breeze...

The seven women's dance was graceful and their movements perfectly synchronized, creating a mesmerizing spectacle.

Lin Mo held his wine bowl, admiring the vibrant and captivating scene before him.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction: Being a Lord truly had its perks.

When the dance concluded, the seven madams curtsied again and then naturally gathered around Lin Mo.

Red Skirt Madam was the most forward, sitting directly to Lin Mo's right.

Half her body leaned into his embrace, her breath a fragrant whisper, her voice so alluring it could melt bones:

"My Lord has worked tirelessly today; you must be exhausted... Tonight, allow me to serve you and help you relax, won't you?"

Before her words had even finished, her left sleeve was gently taken.

Blue Skirt Madam had somehow drawn near, her demeanor as cool as snow, yet her eyes now held a tender softness:

"I have prepared fragrant hot water for your bath. After you finish your meal, you can wash away the dust of your journey and soothe your muscles."

The other five madams, though they hadn't spoken first, also found positions close to Lin Mo.

She would smile and add wine, or softly offer food, or simply gaze quietly. The beautiful eyes before him shimmered with anticipation and admiration, almost overflowing.

Lin Mo felt soft, fragrant bodies surrounding him, with different yet equally pleasant floral scents filling his nostrils and soft touches on his arms.

The secret pleasure he felt was undeniable, but with hundreds of brothers watching expectantly, the Lord had to maintain appearances.

He straightened his back, forcing a calm and composed expression onto his face, and cleared his throat. "Let's eat first. We can talk about other things... later."

"Then... this concubine will await your pleasure, my Lord~" the Red Skirt Madam said with a charming smile, drawing out the last syllable.

However, inside the consciousness link, laughter was already erupting:

[Lin Er: Hahaha! We all know you, Lord! Why are you pretending to be so proper here?]

[Lin Wu: Seven! Hehe, I wonder if the Lord's body can handle it!]

[Lin Shi San: I bet the Lord won't last past three!]

[Lin Shi Wu: I bet six! I leveled up to ten today, with six times the Constitution of an ordinary person, he'll definitely explode!]

[Lin Shi Qi: Bets are open! Betting on how many madams the Lord will favor tonight!]

[Lin Shijiu: I bet five!]

[Lin Ershi San: Did you guys forget about us? If the Lord's stamina gives out, should we... uh, help?]