The Celestial Phoenix Has Too Much Lust-Chapter 32: The Dragon’s Shield

Somewhere in this vast spiritual cultivation world, Morse Xuan stood before a female journalist. She held a microphone to him and asked,

"Mr. Morse... you have become the first Patriarch in history to satisfy a woman with a prosthetic instead of your own... do you have any words for your fans?"

Morse looked directly into the camera—within his dream world, of course—recalling the feverish, lewd expressions of the Phoenix.

"Never trust a Phoenix," he declared fiercely, his voice full of mock-wisdom. "They will drain your Yang energy until you are a shriveled husk. Then, you’ll pray to be like me."

It was a savage statement, a direct assault on tradition, and a complete dismissal of the "Dual Cultivation" norms.

"Would you like to add anything else?" the journalist pressed.

Morse ignored her, maintaining the cold, charismatic aura of a top-tier CEO.

"Mr. Morse? Can you hear me...?"

He finally spared her a condescending glance as he reached up to remove a pair of sleek, wireless earbuds.

"Oh, forgive me. I couldn’t hear you through my smart noise-canceling earbuds. They’re so expensive they can practically hear your intentions. They can transform into anything—a boat, a piece of sh*t, a mustache, even a fighter jet."

The journalist looked at him with pure admiration. "And where... where did you get such a thing?"

The arrogant smirk never left his face. "Don’t you know? I have 15,666 points in my System account! Hahahaha!"

He burst into a greedy, manic laugh.

Back in the hotel room, Ni Ni Layan—still nude and glowing from her recent satisfaction—woke up to the sound of Morse’s muffled, frantic laughter in his sleep.

"Hehe... khhh... Hahahaha!"

He looked utterly pathetic.

Although she hadn’t been entirely satisfied the last time, she could feel the surge in her cultivation level. She hadn’t given it much thought last night, but the realization hit her suddenly now.

The Early Stage of the Golden Core.

What incredible speed! To achieve such a feat in less than two months of her new life was enough to make anyone gasp with joy. She paused, realizing that without Morse and his System, reaching a level that would make even the geniuses of the Celestial World green with envy would have been impossible.

And all of it was thanks to Morse.

She looked at him and smiled softly, her fingers playfully tracing his face as he laughed in his sleep. There was a glimmer in her eyes, a look that had never graced the eyes of the Phoenix before.

"What a sweet follower you are... and you truly do have a handsome face."

She felt that she had been a bit too excessive with her lust the night before. Even though he had provided a simulation that felt similar, she still burned with the desire for a true encounter—to feel the real "him" deep within her. To a being like her, such thoughts might seem lewd, but to her, it was only natural.

"Only two days left... you won’t be able to run. You won’t..."

Mwah.

She leaned in and gave him a quick, light kiss.

She rose from the bed, glancing at her naked form. She realized she had no clean clothes to change into. Then, she suddenly remembered the official girls’ training uniform—the grey one. The memory of the incident at the clothing store yesterday flashed in her mind.

It was the only outfit currently available inside Morse’s spatial ring.

Ni Ni Layan slipped the spatial ring off Morse’s finger. Her consciousness delved inside, retrieving the outfit into the physical world. She tore open the packaging and began putting on the grey uniform, finding it surprisingly comfortable and a perfect fit.

He definitely won’t be able to resist this, she thought. She looked captivating; for those with a particular taste for this kind of attire on women, she was a literal masterpiece.

The morning sun rose in full brilliance. Morse stirred, yawning as he blinked his eyes open. He glanced at the spot beside him, but Ni Ni Layan was gone. His expression darkened instantly. It’s time for the confrontation... isn’t it?

Then he saw her. She was by the window, seated in a pose of spiritual meditation and intense focus, wearing... the grey uniform. Holy sht... where did she get that masterpiece?!*

Even without revealing her charms, Morse’s "weapon" snapped to attention. His rocket was enthusiastic, to say the least.

"Damn it... I’m sleeping. Don’t open your eyes, please..."

Morse cursed inwardly.

He tried to pretend he was still asleep, terrified of what would happen if she broke her cultivation state and saw him. He desperately tried to hide the fact that his rocket was "wide awake" while he was supposedly dreaming.

To be safe, he immediately spent 100 points to buy another secret weapon from the System.

This time, the plan wasn’t as dangerous as the previous ones, but it was certainly... bizarre. And painfully obvious.

Ni Ni Layan opened her eyes, fixing them on Morse, who was still desperately trying to play dead. However, she immediately noticed the strange, towering protrusion beneath the blanket. Her smile widened instantly; she hadn’t expected the grey uniform to work this effectively.

Finally... breakfast time.

She stepped toward the bed, staring at Morse’s twitching eyelids as he struggled to keep them shut. She leaned in, radiating passion, and with a swift motion, yanked the blanket away.

"It seems someone is very... enthusiastic this morning," she purred.

She had long since discarded the lower half of her uniform, standing there half-naked and ready. Morse finally snapped his eyes open, realizing the jig was up. But thank God, he had prepared his secret weapon just in time.

When Ni Ni Layan uncovered him, she didn’t find the man she expected. Instead, she was met with a massive iron pillar—a cylinder with a 5cm radius, incredibly long and thick, clearly not designed for any human anatomy.

"What in the hell is... that?!"

she gasped, her passion momentarily replaced by sheer confusion.

Morse grinned, bursting with pride at his selection. It was a Steel Condom for Winter Giants. It was so gargantuan and rigid that there was physically no way she could accommodate it.

The System displayed the item description:

[Item: Steel Condom for Winter Giants]

[Description: Massive and incredibly durable. If you tried to f*ck life with this, your dreams would never be born.] 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

He had truly outdone himself. Morse locked his hands behind his head, staring at Ni Ni Layan, barely containing his urge to bully the poor, frustrated Phoenix.

"Look at you now... you didn’t expect this, did you? Just admit it—you’ve been utterly defeated."

Ni Ni Layan was trembling with pure, unadulterated rage. She refused to accept this insult. She wouldn’t let a piece of cold iron stand between her and her prize. Suddenly, Morse watched in horror as she crawled onto the bed, looming over him with eyes sparking with a defiant challenge.

She descended upon the "iron rocket" with everything she had.

"Damn it... you’re not actually planning to do this, are you?!" Morse yelped.

He felt the immense pressure as she forced herself down. His heart hammered against his ribs; he could feel his Yang energy beginning to drain simply from the proximity and the sheer willpower she was exerting.

"No! Stop!"

But then, something terrifying happened. Her body began to stretch, her anatomy defying logic as it started to "swallow" the tip of the massive iron head. Morse had momentarily forgotten a crucial detail from the original novel: in the later Chapters, Ni Ni Layan had engaged with beings even larger than Ice Giants.

However, there was a catch—she wasn’t at that power level yet. She tried to use her spiritual energy to force a "Body Modification" technique, but she was still too weak to sustain a full transformation.

The moment she blinked, Morse seized the split-second opening. He ripped off the first iron casing and vanished to the other side of the room in a blur of desperation. When she looked at him, her jaw dropped.

He had already equipped a new one. It was magical, or perhaps cursed, how he managed to fit something ten times larger than the first onto himself.

Morse, panting for breath, stared at the System screen displaying the item description:

[Item: Condom for True Dragons]

[Description: This protector is so incredibly powerful and gargantuan that you could f*ck the women of the entire world at once without a single one of them ever conceiving.]

Ni Ni Layan was beyond fury; she was in a state of existential rage. She decided, right then and there, to shatter this stupid, metallic obstruction. She gathered her internal Phoenix flames, pouring a concentrated stream of searing heat directly onto Morse’s "Dragon Guard."

The metal didn’t even glow. It didn’t warp, it didn’t melt, and not a single scorch mark appeared on its polished surface. It remained as cold and unyielding as a mountain.

Ni Ni Layan stood there, panting, her hair disheveled and her pride in tatters. She couldn’t understand it. No human technology or cultivation tool should be able to withstand her flames so casually.

She looked Morse dead in the eye, her voice trembling with a mix of suspicion and genuine hurt.

"Morse... be honest with me. Do you... do you prefer men?"