Ten Thousand Rods, Not One Less!!!

Several fair-faced maids filed in, carrying trays laden with dishes that filled the round table with their appealing colors, aromas, and flavors.

Braised Lion's Head, Crystal Pork Knuckle, Eight Treasure Duck, Steamed Perch...

All hearty dishes, glistening with oil, making one's mouth water just by looking at them.

Finally, Mama Feng herself entered with a pot of warm Hua Diao wine, placing it in the center of the table.

"Young Master, Young Miss, please enjoy."

Mama Feng, with great tact, led the maids out, closing the door behind them.

Fang Mo was already so hungry his eyes were turning green.

He didn't stand on ceremony with Nian Nu'er, grabbing his chopsticks and devouring the food like a whirlwind.

The digestive capabilities of a martial artist at the peak of the Qi and Blood Realm were truly terrifying.

A piece of braised pork the size of a fist was gone in one bite, swallowed without much chewing, instantly broken down by powerful stomach acid into surging vital energy that replenished every corner of his body.

"Delicious! So delicious!"

Fang Mo praised indistinctly as he ate.

Nian Nu'er sat to the side, not yet picking up her chopsticks. She propped her chin in one hand, quietly watching him wolf down the food.

From time to time, she picked up the wine pot and poured Fang Mo a cup, her eyes as gentle as if she were watching her lover.

"Young Master, eat slowly, no one's competing with you."

"Here, have some wine to help it down."

Fang Mo didn't refuse, picking up the cup and draining it in one go.

The wine flowed down his throat, warm and spicy, turning into a line of fire that shot straight to his dan tian, merging with the vital energy from the food, making him almost groan with comfort.

After three rounds of wine and tasting five dishes, More than half the plates on the table were empty.

Fang Mo let out a satisfied burp, rubbing his slightly rounded belly, a contented smile on his face.

This was the life.

Just yesterday he was worrying about a few taels of silver and fearing death at the hands of his father's enemies.

Today, he was enjoying the company of a courtesan and feasting on delicacies.

Indeed, a golden finger was the primary source of productivity.

"Full?"

Nian Nu'er put down the wine pot, leaning forward slightly. Her alluring eyes fixed on Fang Mo, her voice dropping to a low, magnetic tone.

"Since you're full..."

"Isn't it time for the Young Master to do something important?"

As she spoke, she extended a foot and gently rubbed Fang Mo's calf under the table.

The location, the pressure – it was a perfectly timed tease.

Fang Mo felt a jolt of electricity shoot up his leg to his forehead.

He looked at the enchantress before him, her very bones exuding allure, and his qi and blood began to stir again.

He had just eaten, his energy at its peak.

As the saying goes, fullness leads to lust.

Fang Mo was, after all, a normal man. Faced with such an invitation, how could he resist?

"Heh heh..."

Fang Mo rubbed his hands together, a smile spreading across his face that men would understand.

He stood up, walked around the table, and scooped Nian Nu'er into his arms.

"I was thinking the same thing!"

"Miss Nu'er, the night is long, no, the day is short."

"Let's go explore the origins of life right now!"

Nian Nu'er wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her head in his chest, and responded with a shy sigh.

"It's all up to the Young Master."

Fang Mo carried the beauty and strode towards the carved bed draped with pink gauze.

At this moment, he felt like the most dashing man in the Divine Capital, the happiest man in the world.

However.

Just as he gently placed Nian Nu'er on the bed, preparing to pounce and engage in a passionate, unrestrained union.

"BOOM--!!!"

A thunderous sound, like a bolt from the blue, suddenly exploded!

Fang Mo's movement froze mid-air.

His face instantly darkened like the bottom of a pot.

Here we go again?

This was exactly what happened the night before last!

And it's happening again today?

After seeing who had arrived, Fang Mo's mouth twitched violently a few times.

He knew these two.

He'd recognize them even if they were reduced to ashes.

The skinny, sleazy one on the left, who looked like an incompletely evolved monkey, was none other than the Demon Suppression Division Captain who had dragged him away last night--Monkey.

The burly one on the right, who had an honest face but always acted as muscle, was that simpleton named Han Niu.

Fang Mo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to kill.

He looked at the two uninvited guests, his voice as cold as if fished from an ice cellar.

"Isn't it..."

"Are you two sick?"

Fang Mo pointed at the door and wall, which had already turned into a pile of ruins, his tone filled with incredulous absurdity.

"It's just a door."

"It's made of wood."

"Would you die if you knocked once? Or are your hands also made of wood, and they'd break if you knocked?"

"Do you know how expensive this door was? Do you know how troublesome it is to repair this wall? Do you know I'm the..." Never mind.

Fang Mo deflated his lips speechlessly.

He originally wanted to say he was a VIP here, but these two clearly didn't understand what a membership system was.

At the doorway.

Monkey clearly hadn't expected Fang Mo's first reaction to be concern for the door.

He chuckled, a smug and punchable expression appearing on his sleazy face.

He stepped over the wood chips littering the ground, walking in as if strolling through his own backyard, idly playing with a gleaming dagger in his hand.

"Yo, Young Master Fang, enjoying yourself?"

"It's broad daylight, aren't you tired?"