Never Die, Never Rest

Dragon Scale Tower, the largest commercial establishment on Dragon Scale Island, had a vast space built within it, with sixty-four colossal black stone pillars a hundred zhang tall serving as the supports for its formation.

Dragon Scale Tower had neither walls nor a dome. Sixty pillars alone gathered Dharma power into a watery dome and walls, cleverly dividing the space apart.

The enormous spaces around the perimeter were all used for commerce, while the largest central area housed the offices of the Dragon Scale Association.

Ordinarily, Seventeen Lady Jiao, the head shopkeeper of Dragon Scale Tower, presided here. She was tall and voluptuous, her skin beneath the black scales whiter than snow, while her temperament was rather bold and uninhibited.

Though Seventeen Lady Jiao was a fifth-rank Spirit Transformation demon, she was indiscriminate in matters of flesh, finding even Foundation Establishment cultivators acceptable. But getting into her bed was easy; leaving it alive was another matter entirely.

If one failed to satisfy her, the result was becoming dried meat and medicinal dregs on the spot.

Even so, quite a few cultivators were willing to risk their lives for a taste of her fragrance. Pleasing a Spirit Transformation powerhouse—and the head shopkeeper of Dragon Scale Tower, no less—would mean climbing a towering branch that could utterly change one's fate.

At the moment, Seventeen Lady Jiao lay lazily reclined in her chair. Beneath her black gown, her snow-white, round, slender legs were exposed, as dazzlingly pale as her chest.

The old Daoist He Feng and the old monk Mingxiang, seated to one side, both sat stiffly upright. Neither looked at Seventeen Lady Jiao. The two Spirit Transformation powerhouses were not putting on airs of propriety; they simply knew how wanton Seventeen Lady Jiao was and had no wish to provoke her.

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