A Gift of Pills from the Immortal Master?

The moment Yan Qinyu heard that Diwu Chijin wanted to see him, the wild joy on his face froze.

"That mon— ahem, the Immortal Master wants to see me?"

Yan Qinyu's voice had plainly lost some of its strength.

"Yes, Your Majesty. The contact you stationed at the Immortal Master's Residence is waiting outside the gate. He says the Immortal Master has important business to discuss with you in person."

"I see."

Yan Qinyu waved a hand, feigning calm. "Attend me. Bring fresh clothes and prepare a sedan chair!"

As ruler of a kingdom, his imperial dignity suffered whenever a "Supreme Grandmaster" like Diwu Chijin, who killed without blinking, summoned and dismissed him at will.

So before setting out, he had to disguise his appearance.

Since Diwu Chijin had settled in Great Yan's Imperial Capital, Yan Qinyu had done this often enough that the routine came easily.

Before long, Eunuch Nur and twenty disguised Imperial Guards elites escorted an inconspicuous little sedan chair draped in blue cloth from the Imperial Study toward the palace gates.

Inside, Yan Qinyu leaned against the wall, eyes closed, rubbing his forehead with his fingers again and again.

That monster... he isn't going to ask me for more women, is he?

His brows knotted into three deep furrows.

I've already sent him more than a hundred beauties!

Every one was carefully chosen by the Music Office, lovely to look at and skilled in song and dance.

But that monster wasn't content to take every last one—he fucking wants more and more?!

Hmph. What bullshit "Immortal Master"? A lust-starved demon, more like!

The more Yan Qinyu thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt.

He was the mighty ruler of Great Yan, sovereign of a kingdom. If he stamped his foot, mountains and rivers for ten