First, through the rivalry between Zhao Qin and Senior Sister Zhou, along with the story of ‘Unyielding Devotion’, curiosity was generated among all the customers at Snow Garment Pavilion.
This was the same tactic applicable to both Moonlit Pavilion and Snow Garment Pavilion.
The key was how to use one tactic on two fronts and still steal Snow Garment Pavilion’s customers.
Thus came the appearance of Zhao Qin and the three women, including Senior Sister Zhou.
Once curiosity is aroused, people naturally wish to delve deeper.
Even if initially they only came to Moonlit Pavilion to see the so-called cheongsam with no intention to buy, things changed.
When they saw the eye-catching true appearance of the cheongsam and noticed many female cultivators scrambling to buy it, they began to waver due to a “herd mentality.”
At this point, they would still have reservations, as the price was rather expensive.
But when they saw how incredibly beautiful others looked after putting on the cheongsam, surpassing them in both aura and appearance, the scales of hesitation began to tip.
Add to this the fact that today the Cheongsam Three-piece Set was not selling for 1588 Spirit Stones, but only 1288, and that sales would end once sold out, this undoubtedly became the final straw that broke the camel’s back.
Under such a layered strategy, how many women could hold out?
“I’ll take one set of ‘Unyielding Devotion’. I want it in green.”
“I want two sets, red and blue!”
“Give This Seat one set of every color!”
As expected, after entering Moonlit Pavilion, those so-called “just looking” female cultivators quickly changed their minds.
“Junior Sister, we don’t have many Spirit Stones left between us. One set costs 1288 Spirit Stones!”
“Didn’t you hear the story of ‘Unyielding Devotion’ just now?”
“That man was willing to spend over a hundred years for his wife, and you can’t even buy one set for me?”
“This… that’s not what I meant!”
“Then what do you mean?”
“Forget it, forget it… let’s buy it. We’ll just be more frugal with the Spirit Stones for cultivation.”
This was a conversation between a pair of Dao Companions.
Clearly, the man was more rational and didn’t want to spend so many Spirit Stones on this magical garment, but he couldn’t withstand his junior sister’s complaints and finally compromised.
“Husband, since I married you, I have always worked tirelessly without complaints or extravagant requests.”
“Now, I only want two sets of ‘Unyielding Devotion’. Husband, you won’t refuse, will you?”
“How could I? Madam, even if you wanted several more sets, it would be fine, as long as you like it.”
“Then let’s get several more sets. Let’s buy seven sets, so each color isn’t repeated.”
The man’s face darkened, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently. He wished he could slap himself twice.
One set was 1288 Spirit Stones. Seven sets meant 9016. Wasn’t he just bringing this trouble upon himself?
Watching the bustling scene below, Deng Tianyu took a sip of tea and sighed softly:
“The cost of the cheongsam set is less than 300 Spirit Stones.”
“Yet this time, it sold for 1288. As expected, no woman can resist a beautiful thing imbued with a romantic meaning.”
Ning Wan also sighed and spoke with her red lips: “Thank goodness I picked you up back then, or I would surely be regretting it now!”
In the blink of an eye, that little child of the past had grown into a handsome and spirited youth.
Whether in cultivation or other areas, he had demonstrated extraordinary talent.
“Why is Shizun suddenly so sentimental?” Deng Tianyu was a bit surprised. It was the first time he had seen his Shizun show such an expression.
“I’m just afraid that when Tianyu grows up, you won’t be close to me anymore.”
Deng Tianyu shook his head. “How could that be?”
“To me, Shizun is not just Shizun; you are also my family.”
“Then why did Tianyu secretly bathe by himself a few days ago?”
At this, Ning Wan looked utterly aggrieved, like a parent in a past life who had discovered their child secretly writing a diary.
Hearing this, the corner of Deng Tianyu’s mouth twitched. He didn’t know how to respond.
He couldn’t possibly say it was because he feared he wouldn’t be able to resist doing something that crossed the line of filial piety, could he?
If he did, he might really be struck dead by righteous Lightning Punishment.
“Tianyu, are you afraid you couldn’t resist?”
Suddenly, an intoxicating fragrance wafted over. Ning Wan’s alluring body leaned close as she breathed out like an orchid.
With their eyes meeting, the warm, slightly moist breath hitting his face made Deng Tianyu’s body stiffen.
His Shizun was indeed a Demoness of a hundred changes. Just a moment ago, she was like a deeply resentful wife, and now she had turned into a teasing seductress.
Luckily, Deng Tianyu had a firm will and many years of experience clashing with this demoness.
So, Deng Tianyu simply took a light sip of tea and said, “Shizun, please behave yourself.”
“What if I don’t behave? What will Tianyu do then?”
Ning Wan licked her red lips with her tongue, her delicate hands folded on the table. Underneath, her foot, clad in skin-toned stockings, had slipped out of its high heel and was gently rubbing against his leg.
Her alluring eyes seemed like a pool of spring water, making one unable to help but fall deeply into them.
Facing this kind of offensive, Deng Tianyu remained like an old monk in deep meditation and softly chanted a Buddhist phrase:
“Amitabha Buddha. Female Almsgiver, please do not use your beauty to test the willpower of this poor monk.”
“Holy Monk, this humble one seems to have been plagued by a Devil’s Obstruction recently, with signs of falling into devilish ways. Could the great master please deeply purify me?”
Ning Wan’s smile never diminished. Her exquisitely flawless beautiful foot traced up along his calf.
Deng Tianyu’s body trembled slightly, his gaze involuntarily falling on his Shizun’s jade-like foot.
In his line of sight, the ten small petals painted with red balsam, within the thin-as-cicada-wings skin-toned stockings, appeared hazily seductive and especially enchanting. It even made Deng Tianyu have the urge to hold and play with them.
At this moment, Deng Tianyu realized he had made a mistake.
The mistake of bringing cheongsams, high heels, and stockings into this world.
Once they fell into his Shizun’s hands, they became the most lethal weapons hindering his achievement of filial piety.
To put it simply: Who could possibly withstand this?
“Aiya, Holy Monk, why aren’t you speaking?”
Ning Wan began acting coy again, using a coquettish, spoiled tone to disrupt Saint Monk Deng’s mental state.
As she spoke, her restless, smooth, silky toes gently brushed over his palm.
“Female Almsgiver, you do not possess a Devil’s Obstruction!”
Saint Monk Deng suppressed the stirring in his heart and spoke softly.
“No Devil’s Obstruction?”
“Then what about the two Devil Cherries protruding at my heart’s core?”
“Holy Monk, have you felt them?”
Ning Wan smiled enchantingly. Her mature, seductive body sat on his lap, and she took his hands, guiding them towards her chest.
Instantly, Saint Monk Deng’s body jolted. He could only grasp half of those milky mounds.
He squeezed the pair of ample breasts. The two massive mounds were so round and large that even his large hands couldn’t fully grasp them.
The two nipples pushed up the thin fabric, standing pertly atop the magnificent breasts.
In this state of arousal, they were like ripe pink cherries on a branch, quivering and swaying with every movement.
“Then, in the Female Almsgiver’s view, what should this poor monk do?”
“Holy Monk, you are merciful and compassionate. Could you condense your Buddhist dharma onto your palms and use Buddhist Divine Ability to dispel the Devil’s Obstruction?”
Ning Wan gazed at him with rippling, alluring eyes, her jade-like face as beautiful as peach blossoms. Alluring, seductive blushes dotted her cheeks, and breath like orchid and angelica escaped her red lips.
“That, of course, is possible!”
Saint Monk Deng took a deep breath. His palms slipped in through the open lapel, directly grasping the soft breast flesh.
Plump, smooth, and rich flesh squeezed out from between his fingers, making the breast’s outline even fuller. A bright red, erect bud poked out proudly from between his fingers.
His large hands once again seized the plump, magnificent breasts, kneading them like dough, continuously ravishing this pair of huge, full, extremely soft yet elastic mounds.
Vast expanses of lustrous breast flesh slipped through his palms, constantly quivering yet always springing back to their original, perky shape.
Meanwhile, Ning Wan, plagued by the Devil’s Obstruction, had a flushed jade countenance. She bit her red lip tightly with her shell-white teeth and firmly hooked her lotus arms around Saint Monk Deng’s neck, trying her best not to make a sound so as not to disturb the exorcism.
Those two snowy, magnificent breasts slightly rose and fell, heaving. The nipples seemed especially plump, crisp, and red, swollen into a slight cylindrical shape, like moist cherries.
After a while, her body became somewhat limp. She suddenly pressed the person in her embrace against the two Devil Cherries, her red lips slightly parted: “Holy Monk, that cunning Devil’s Obstruction seems to have moved!”
“Half of it has reached my throat. Can the Holy Monk condense the Buddhist dharma in your mouth, then help this humble one extract it?”
Deng Tianyu, currently surviving sandwiched in a crevice, was stumped!
How had his Shizun, on her very first time roleplaying, mastered it so quickly and was playing it increasingly wildly?
But no matter. Dual-wielding operations were no problem at all. He could just continue using both his hands and mouth.
