After a frenzy of lovemaking, Zhao Fu was pleasantly surprised to discover that his cultivation was on the verge of a breakthrough. He immediately sat cross-legged and entered a meditative state.
Zhao Fu was currently at the ninth rank. If he broke through again, he would reach the Saint Realm. In truth, he had been close to breaking through long ago, but because of the Holy Blood, his cultivation had fallen back somewhat—though his strength had grown even greater.
A group of women lay limp and gasping on the carpet. Mei Qiangu and the four female generals had flushed faces, still immersed in the pleasure they had just experienced.
Mei Xianggu said weakly, "Now you understand what it feels like, right? Have you already fallen into it? Our husband's reputation for romantic exploits is not false in the slightest—if anything, he is dozens of times more formidable than the rumors say."
Mei Qiangu weakly responded, "I never imagined there could be such happiness. Husband truly is the nemesis of our Charm Demon race. Sister Xianggu, you must teach me more techniques for serving Husband. I want Husband to fuck me every day."
The four female generals said weakly, "We too are willing to follow the King and serve Husband. Sister Xianggu, please teach us."
Mei Xianggu revealed a scheming smile. She was older than Mei Qiangu and the others, and she had long lived deep within the harem, making her exceptionally shrewd. There was no reason for her to chat with these women unless she had some purpose in mind.
In her view, the Charm Demon World would belong to Great Qin sooner or later. Zhao Fu had so many women in his harem, and beautiful ones were everywhere. She needed to gather together the women of the Charm Demon