Waking up in a luxurious bed that smelled like jasmine, regret, and someone else's expensive perfume, Lin Feng's first words of the morning were:
"Why are there four women drooling on me like I'm a roast duck?!"
He was pinned to the bed by four of his system-certified harem wives—three of whom were tangled in silk sheets, and one of whom was clinging to his leg like a koala with boundary issues. His once-ugly, past-life self would have screamed in horror. But his new, handsome, big—everything—cultivator body just sighed and accepted his fate like a retired porn actor on his day off.
"System," Lin Feng whispered, as he tried to wiggle free from a sleep-humping elf girl, "how the hell did last night end with me teaching dual cultivation to the entire Red Lotus Courtesan Sect?"
Ding!
Because you accepted the quest: 'Pop Goes the Cherry Blossom!' Reward: 2000 spirit stones, +3 harem slots, and a surprise STD-resistant pill. Congratulations!
Lin Feng rubbed his temples. "I was drunk on peach blossom wine and you tricked me into becoming a brothel headmaster!"
Correction: 'Dual Cultivation Pavilion Headmaster with Special Hands-On Experience Curriculum.' Much more prestigious.
He slid out from under the pile of curvaceous chaos and began tiptoeing across the room—only for one of the girls to groan, sit up with bed-hair like a dragon attacked her, and mutter, "Round six wasn't even your final form, was it, you monster…"
Another moaned, "My cultivation rose three stages, but I can't feel my hips…"
Lin Feng gave them an awkward thumbs up, grabbed his robes (why were they soaked in flower oil?!), and escaped out the window in classic protagonist fashion. Unfortunately, he forgot he was on the third floor and landed on a passing pig demon who was just trying to deliver dumplings.
The pig screamed. Lin Feng screamed. The dumplings screamed metaphorically as they exploded all over the courtyard in a soup tsunami.
Covered in steaming broth and shame, Lin Feng staggered toward the sect gates, where a scroll-bearing courier intercepted him like a gossip aunt who just had to know what you did last night.
"Letter for the 'Stud Horse of the South.' That you?"
Lin Feng blinked. "...That's me now, huh."
The scroll popped open dramatically and read:
> "To the Esteemed Pavilion Master Lin Feng,
We regret to inform you that due to your performance during last night's 'full-contact enlightenment ritual,' twelve elder sisters have requested permanent transfer to your sect. Also, our incense budget exploded. Kindly reimburse.
Sincerely,
The Very Confused, Slightly Jealous, and Horribly Aroused Elder Council of Red Lotus Courtesan Sect."
There was a doodle of a peach with heart eyes on the corner. Lin Feng sighed and muttered, "This better count as a cultivation technique…"
Ding!
New Technique Acquired: [Heavenly Pelvic Pulse: Grandmaster Edition].
"Oh COME ON."
Just then, a voice echoed across the sect sky—proud, imperial, and vaguely constipated. "Lin Feng! Face me, you woman-stealing demon!"
It was Young Master Liu Wenhui from the Ice Dragon Sect. He hovered in the air on a flying sword with all the grace of a drunken flamingo and the emotional range of a wet sock. Behind him were five bodyguards, all dressed like they shared one brain cell and one pair of pants.
"You seduced my fiancée, insulted my honor, and worse—outperformed me in bed!"
Lin Feng blinked. "Wait. How do you even—?"
"I HEARD THE MOANING FROM TEN MILES AWAY!"
The girls inside the building all cooed and clapped. "Aww, he's still thinking about us!"
Lin Feng cracked his neck, already annoyed. "System, how do I shut this idiot up before I end up in another sect-wide soap opera?"
Ding!
Quest: 'Slap Him So Hard His Ancestors Sue You.' Reward: Sect reputation, 500 spirit stones, and Liu Wenhui's Ice Dragon Techniques.
"...Deal."
Liu Wenhui descended dramatically, wind blowing his long icy-blue robes like he was auditioning for a shampoo commercial.
"You may have tricked those harlots with your devilish looks and foul techniques, but you won't fool me, Lin Feng!" he snarled, pulling out a glittering sword that screamed "overcompensating."
Lin Feng tilted his head, unimpressed. "You sure? 'Cause I hear you've been single for three years, and your own sword spirit has been ghosting you."
"HOW DARE YOU!?" Liu Wenhui shrieked, vein throbbing on his forehead. "My sword spirit and I are simply on a... break!"
"Sure, buddy. She left a note saying, 'It's not me, it's your swordplay.' That's not a break. That's divine divorce."
The crowd around the sect courtyard ooh'd like a sitcom audience watching a roast session. Even the pig demon Lin Feng landed on earlier limped back just to see the drama unfold.
Liu Wenhui charged forward, roaring, "I'LL CARVE THAT COCKY SMIRK OFF YOUR—"
Lin Feng casually raised a finger.
[Divine Finger Flick: Hormonal Disruption Edition]
One boop to Liu Wenhui's chest later and the pompous cultivator let out a sound somewhere between a hiccup and an orgasm, froze midair, and crashed face-first into a pile of steamy dumpling remains.
There was silence.
Then someone in the crowd shouted, "Yo! I think that dumpling moaned!"
Lin Feng dusted off his hands. "And that, kids, is why you don't challenge a man with both a system and stamina pills."
Ding!
Quest Complete! You have received: 500 Spirit Stones, Liu Wenhui's Ice Dragon Techniques, and a slightly suspicious pair of silk underwear.
"…System, why the hell did I get his underwear?"
Bonus reward. You looted his pride.
Before Lin Feng could ponder why the underwear was monogrammed with "Ice Wang," a burst of fragrant wind blew through the courtyard, accompanied by a voice as sultry as it was scolding.
"Lin Feng, you absolute disaster of a man. What did I tell you about fighting in front of a brothel-in-progress?"
It was Elder Sister Meilan—the Red Lotus Courtesan Sect's matronly powerhouse—walking toward him in high heels that looked like they could kick through reality. She wore an outfit that blended elegance with seduction and had a permanent glare that screamed "I know what you did, and I'm not mad, just disappointed… and maybe a little turned on."
Behind her were dozens of new recruits—beautiful women, handsome men, a few androgynous fox spirits, and one extremely confused golem named Craig.
Meilan planted her parasol firmly in the ground. "Congratulations. Your little… performance last night caused a hundred new recruits to apply to the sect. Some of them are from enemy factions. And at least four now believe you're the reincarnation of a lust deity."
Lin Feng blinked. "Wait, we're... actually building a sect now?"
"You mean you're building a sect. As of this morning, the Red Lotus Courtesan Sect has merged into your system-registered Harem Cultivation Pavilion."
"…You're kidding."
"I have never been more serious in my life," Meilan said flatly. "We already have a name."
A banner unfurled behind her. It read: 'Pleasure Path Pavilion: Where Cultivation Comes With Benefits.'
Lin Feng's face twitched. "...System, why didn't you stop them?"
Ding!
System is now a proud shareholder of PPP. Congratulations, CEO Lin!
"I'm going to strangle you with a soul thread," Lin Feng muttered.
"You'll have to schedule it between your new sect leader duties," Meilan said cheerfully. "We've got applicants to screen, disciples to train, and apparently a group of nuns from the Pure Heart Temple who want to 'observe your methods.'"
Lin Feng stared at her. "Those nuns are spies."
"I don't care. They're hot."
Lin Feng, now officially the reluctant founder of the world's first officially registered Harem Cultivation Sect, looked around at his bizarre new recruits. Some were posing like they were ready for a fashion shoot. Others were stretching in ways that made his soul ache. One guy was juggling spiritual peaches for no reason at all.
And all Lin Feng could think was:
"…This is either going to make me a legend or get me castrated."
As Lin Feng stood at the center of his brand-new, barely-organized, questionably moral sect—Pleasure Path Pavilion—his first "senior disciple meeting" began under a giant cherry blossom tree that someone had probably stolen from a romantic drama set.
The first to step forward was Fan Yanyan, the busty alchemist-turned-bedroom-exploder.
She slammed down a tray of pills so potent the nearby spirit beasts started blushing. "These are my new concoctions! One pill enhances combat stamina, the second boosts bed-stamina, and the third… well, it causes hallucinations of sexy foxes. Not intentional, but it sells."
The crowd gasped. Lin Feng leaned forward. "Can I have all three in a combo pack?"
Next was the fierce and sultry sword mistress Huo Liling, who glared at him before presenting a new "discipline manual."
It was titled: 'Swordplay: Now With Positions.'
"There are exactly 69 unique forms," she growled, then whispered, "And I expect you to master every single one tonight."
Lin Feng tried to cough but ended up biting his own tongue.
Then came Ling Xiaoqi—the demure little nymph with a dark side. She skipped up holding a plush bunny and said, "I trained the inner sect in cuteness aggression. Our charm attack has gone up 400%!"
Lin Feng blinked. "What the hell is 'cuteness aggression'?"
She smiled sweetly and said, "Bunny cuddle… followed by triple kicks to the crotch."
Lin Feng instinctively flinched. "Effective."
"Thank you!" she beamed, skipping back into the crowd where she immediately pulled out brass knuckles shaped like kittens.
Meilan returned, holding a long scroll.
"This is the master schedule. You have twelve hours of battle training, six hours of dual cultivation seminars, one hour of crying in the lotus pond, and two hours of getting chased around by a horny ogre we hired for stamina testing."
"…You did what?"
"His name is Big Randy. He's very passionate."
"System, help me."
Ding!
System advises: You're on your own, buddy.
Just then, a dramatic boom echoed across the horizon.
A massive flying fortress shaped like a golden erection—I mean, tower—approached. On it, painted in bright, flamboyant characters: 'Heavenly Virgin Sect: Purity or Death!'
A giant horn sounded.
"LIN FENG! YOU UNHOLY MAN-WHORE! RETURN OUR DISCIPLES OR FACE CELESTIAL PENETRATION!"
"...Okay, I don't think they realize what that sounds like," Lin Feng muttered.
From the fortress descended three holy cultivators, clad in gleaming white robes with purity symbols stitched over very obvious shapewear.
At the center stood the Holy Virgin herself—Saintess Chu Yan. Cold, beautiful, arrogant, and currently vibrating with righteous fury.
"I came to retrieve my junior sisters who've been… corrupted by your vile aura!"
Lin Feng raised a brow. "Vile aura? You kissed me in your dream last week."
Her face turned red.
"LIES!"
"System, replay the dream footage."
Ding!
Now screening: [Chu Yan's Dream - Lin Feng Edition]
The floating projection showed Saintess Chu Yan riding Lin Feng… on a dragon, before smooching his face and moaning, "Pollute me with your filthy yang!"
The entire sect went silent.
Then the ogre in the back whispered, "Damn, that's hot."
Chu Yan combusted with shame and fired a Purity Blast at the projection. Unfortunately, it ricocheted and turned a nearby peach tree into an adult toy store.
"I AM GOING TO SMITE YOU!"
Lin Feng smiled serenely. "You're welcome to try, Saintess. But fair warning—I'm immune to shame and allergic to pants."
With a furious scream, Chu Yan descended for battle.
Lin Feng cracked his knuckles.
Ding!
New System Technique Unlocked: Dual Cultivation Combat Style — Foreplay Fist & Orgasmic Overdrive.
"Oh boy. Let's get physical."
The fight began, and it was… dazzling. Spectacular. Uncomfortably erotic. Every punch was countered by a hip thrust. Every kick was parried with a seductive wink. Spiritual energy flared with every moan, and at some point, a crane flying overhead developed a fetish.
By the time the dust cleared, Saintess Chu Yan was on her knees, robe torn, face flushed, and eyes wide.
"I… I need to reflect on my sect's teachings…"
Lin Feng offered a hand. "We have classes on Mondays."
She took it.
And just like that, the Pleasure Path Pavilion gained another elite disciple.
Later that night, as fireworks shot into the sky and his disciples danced half-naked around a bonfire made from rejected purity manuals, Lin Feng sat back in a hot spring surrounded by wives, lovers, enemies-turned-kinda-maybe girlfriends, and a squirrel with a monocle.
He raised a cup of wine.
"To the path of cultivation!"
They all shouted back, "And corruption!"
Ding!
Congratulations, Host! Chapter 30 complete. You are officially the world's most powerful, shameless, oversexed sect master. Also, the Heavenly Court just blocked you on ImmortalNet.
"Worth it," Lin Feng muttered, then passed out with a stupid grin on his face.