Chapter 193: Chapter 153: Tallying the Sect’s Enterprises

The corpse interpreter’s body began to continuously convulse, and a layer of...

Cold sweat.

The power of these three Deathblossom Lilies, although acquired "unintentionally" by the corpse interpreter within the dungeon of the "Martial Arts Grand Feast", still brought a painful separation that caused cold sweat to seep from the surface of his body.

To this, Sister Lust merely smiled gently, took a wet tissue from the table, wiped the lip marks off the corpse interpreter’s forehead, and pointed her right index finger at the center of his brow.

Pink mist seeped into the corpse interpreter’s brow, transforming his expression from painful to...

Pleasure.

Sister Lust clapped her hands again, and the disembodied hands attending on the side began to gently "massage" the corpse interpreter’s body.

Pinching here, pinching there.

The corpse interpreter’s expression became more pleasurable, and his demeanor slightly relaxed.

After the corpse interpreter’s body stopped sweating coldly, Sister Lust rose, lightly clapped a "sculpture" shaped like a hand against the wall, opening a door slowly.

This was the private room next door. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

The multitude of hands "supported" the corpse interpreter, lifted him into the private room, and placed him on the bed. Then, they returned to the collection room on their fingertips, crawling back into their respective formalin jars one by one.

Plop...

Plop...

Plop...

No formalin splashed out.

Sister Lust closed the secret door, poured herself a glass of red wine, pulled open the curtains, curled up on the sofa, watching the bright lights and bustling crowd outside.

Suddenly, there was another alert on her phone.

"Report to Lord Lust, several cities including River Debris City, Valve City, Ke Chen City, Yangon City, Gongping City, Natural City have seen an increase in posts and websites themed around abstinence, with the natural traffic in each city surpassing ten thousand."

Looking at the information reported by her subordinates, Sister Lust pondered for a moment before issuing a response:

"Hack these websites, and conduct public relations in each city. Hire some professional doctors to debunk the myths, stating that abstinence is harmful to health and affects normal physiological functions.

If no professional doctors are willing to help us debunk, find some seventy or eighty-year-old individuals who appear rosy and vibrant to do the debunking.

The text draft will be finalized by me."

Abstinence?

If there indeed arose a spontaneous abstinence trend among the public, that would be more troublesome than using the "Martial Arts Grand Feast" in River Debris City to enhance individual combat power and realms.

However, Lust believed, it’s easy to dive into the water but hard to come ashore.

Ah, she knows human nature very well.

After some thought, for safety’s sake, Sister Lust continued issuing a response:

"Expand the explicit picture atmosphere groups in various group chat software, without violating legal regulations, just keeping that vibe should suffice."

Spend money to hire a batch of people, coupled with spontaneous "online seekers", she can leverage more forces by spending a sum.

Under her successful leadership, the Lust faction’s revenue is diversified, and its account funds are very adequate.

Every Extraordinary under her leadership has a stable job and a wonderful life.

The more they work, the more they earn, abandoning the superfluous pity for ordinary people...

The more they earn.

If not for promising the little speaker not to casually dispose of ordinary people’s lives, their income could increase dozens of times without a problem.

The old folks like Gluttony, Wrath, Sloth, only know to ask the school for money.

While she supplies the school’s bloodstream.

Thus, only Lust can guide the development of the Extraordinary Universal School!

In Sister Lust’s eyes, it seemed like she could already see herself leading the Extraordinary Universal School, occupying significant discourse rights in the Extraordinary realm...

"Cough, cough, cough."

Just when Sister Lust’s emotions were at their peak, she suddenly coughed a few times.

The originally red wine was now adorned with blossoming flowers.

"Damn it, this body won’t hold out much longer."

...

"Wuuu wuuu wuuu."

"Wuuu wuuu wuuu."

"Wuuu wuuu..."

In the dim corridor, there were female cries as mournful as grievances.

The air was filled with a smell of rust and decay.

The corpse interpreter did not know how he arrived here; he followed his instincts to where the crying was coming from.

It was a woman in an evening dress, the well-fitted attire outlining her graceful figure.

At this moment, she was leaning against the wall, covering her face, her black hair cascading down in front of her, her shoulders trembling as she continuously wept.

In her sobs, there was lamentation, and sorrow.

The sound almost melts the corpse interpreter’s heart, as if he could feel the woman’s sadness.

"Miss, what’s wrong?"

"I’ve lost something."

"What did you lose?"

After a moment of silence in the air, the woman slowly raised her head, raised her hand, and said with a plaintive tone:

"My hand."

"Hand???"

Saying this, the woman raised her slender arm, severed cleanly at the wrist.

Blood gushed from the break, and since she held it high, it almost splattered on the corpse interpreter’s face.

The air seemed to freeze.

After blinking, the corpse interpreter leaned forward...

And examined the woman’s wound.

"Hmm, it’s still quite fresh. Come on, let’s find your hand; once found, there’s a chance to reattach it through surgery!"

Saying this, the corpse interpreter grabbed the woman’s arm, attempting to lead her to find the hand.

Woman:...

"What happened? Didn’t you say you were looking for a hand? Let’s go together! The sooner you find it, the sooner you can treat it. Your wound is quite fresh, if we find it, it can still be reattached!" urged the Corpse Interpreter.

Woman: ...

Corpse Interpreter: "Don’t just stand there, let’s go."

Woman: "Aren’t you afraid?"

Corpse Interpreter: "Afraid? Why should I be afraid? I’ve seen worse than your scary wound. I remember..."

Saying this, the Corpse Interpreter tapped his head and thought for a while before continuing:

"Enough about me, I remember now! There’s a place with lots of hands, but they’re all soaked in formalin. Your hand might be there too, surely there’s a pervert out there collecting hands! Let’s go check out that place."

Saying this, the Corpse Interpreter looked around.

"Strange, where is this? How am I here? And where is that place with many hands?"

As the Corpse Interpreter began to ponder, the space around him started to warp, collapsing inch by inch.

Yet his body seemed unaffected; this space collapse apparently separated the Corpse Interpreter and the woman standing before him.

The Corpse Interpreter had a feeling that, although standing right in front of her, they were divided by space and time.

As the Corpse Interpreter felt himself nearly succumbing to the space, he shouted towards the woman:

"I don’t know what’s happening, but I don’t feel any danger, not a big problem. Quickly find the hand and call 120, this wound can be treated. If not, find me, I’ve sewn many corpses, have some skill!"

With that, the Corpse Interpreter continued to sink.

The woman watched as the figure of the Corpse Interpreter disappeared into the space, her gaze steady.

"We will meet again."

If the Corpse Interpreter’s consciousness were clear at this moment, he would realize that the woman’s eyes were identical to Sister Lust’s.

...

"Huh!"

"Huh!"

The Corpse Interpreter suddenly sat up, feeling a bit dizzy and weak.

Where am I now?

After a brief recollection, the Corpse Interpreter remembered that after he opened the compartment door, his eyes were covered with a black cloth.

Then, after an unknown duration, he fell asleep from exhaustion.

Now, he was free from desires, his heart an ancient well, undisturbed.

This time returning to Ke Chen City, he must strengthen his training well, for health is the real treasure, he cannot indulge in women any longer.

From today on, abstain from lust.

But when he saw Sister Lust sitting by the window, he instinctively went forward and embraced her from behind.

"Baby, are we breaking up from now on?"

"No, I think we can have a long-distance relationship, don’t you think?"

"Okay!"

...

"So cute!"

When Lin Hao and his group returned to the hotel, the receptionist handed Li Chuchu a dog cage, inside of which was a sleeping, extremely adorable dog with yellow fur and fluffy ears, instantly capturing Li Chuchu’s heart.

Is this the prize?

Li Chuchu carefully opened the dog cage and took the puppy out.

After spending time with Wangcai, she had learned to hold the dogs.

"It’s a little male dog, with such a cute appearance, let’s call him Xiao Huang."

Li Chuchu said as she patted Wangcai’s head that was curled up in Lin Hao’s arms and laughed:

"Wangcai, from now on Xiao Huang is your brother, as the elder brother, you need to take care of him."

Wangcai: "Woof~"

Li Chuchu was already accustomed to Wangcai’s intelligent responses, being raised by Lin Hao after all.

Lin Hao holding one dog, Li Chuchu holding one dog, Qianqian holding a bag of snacks.

Qianqian stated that these weren’t meals, so it didn’t count as eating, just satisfying cravings.

The three of them went upstairs, very harmonious, while the waiter followed behind them, pushing a cart, which carried not only the dog cage and dog food but also some toys, all gifted as prizes.

"Thank you, just leave the things in the corner."

After the waiter arranged Xiao Huang’s accessories in Li Chuchu’s room, he left.

Lin Hao checked the time; it was getting late. After saying goodnight to Li Chuchu and Qianqian, he returned to the room next door.

In the room, Lucky quietly lay at the Incarnation’s knee, asleep, constantly digesting the spirit stone and feeding the spiritual qi back into the Incarnation’s body.

The Incarnation was diligently cultivating, inhaling various sorts of spiritual qi between heaven and earth, accumulating a certain amount of magical power with each cycle.

Gather small steps.

Travel a thousand miles.

After feeding Wangcai some spirit stones, Lin Hao sat in the room by the window, starting to ponder—

[With the moon high overhead, Sect Master Lin Hao exhausts his mind for the development of the sect]

[Lonely in the late night, he reviews the sect’s current revenus]

[In Ke Chen’s Little World, the sect’s main industries are three: milk tea, black silk, and Rejuvenation Pill]

[Milk tea, monthly revenue ranges from five to ten mid-grade spirit stones]

[Recently, milk tea will flow into the Mortal Realm and Cultivation Realm in instant form, in the future supplemented by spirit tea and spirit fruit grown in the sect’s spirit field, the revenue is bound to increase]

[Qianqian has entered the Milk Tea Technique, assisted by her divine power, offering the sect industry an opportunity to expand into the food and beverage market]

[Without recognizing her contribution yet, promote her to Inner Sect Disciple, benefiting from the sect’s industry dividends]

[Black silk, monthly revenue ranging from fifty to eighty lower-grade spirit stones]

[Recently, the Servant Disciple in charge of this revenue, Mr. Hua, did not comply with the Government management in River Debris World, currently detained, informed the sect via the Communication Array, will be released in few days, no need for the sect to worry]

[This industry is currently unstable, but there is hope, even small mosquitoes are meat]

[Rejuvenation Pill, monthly income in mid-grade spirit stones...]

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[Unused Monthly Pass Shelter Center]

There’s more.