Chapter 289: Shopping [1]
Damon sat still for a long moment, letting the energy settle deep into his bones.
The King Spirit Realm Seventh Level hummed through his veins like a second heartbeat, a steady pulse of raw power that thrummed beneath his skin.
He flexed his fingers and watched the spiritual light dance across his knuckles before fading, the golden radiance lingering just a moment longer than before.
The sensation was intoxicating—a constant reminder of how far he had climbed and how much further he still had to go.
Thirty-nine million points left.
He let out a slow breath, the number solidifying in his mind.
Enough for now, but not enough for what he wanted next.
The higher-tier artifacts and cultivation treasures he had his eyes on would drain that balance in an instant.
Patience.
He would need to be strategic.
He opened the lust store and started browsing the weapon section, the familiar interface materializing before his eyes.
A cascade of categories unfolded—swords, spears, bows, daggers, staves, and more—each one glowing with potential.
His fingers hovered over the options as he considered his harem.
Ariel already had The Trident.
That legendary artifact pulsed with the essence of the sea itself, its power only growing stronger as she did.
He had seen her wield it in his mind’s eye, the way the water bent to her will, the way her Sea Princess Bloodline resonated with the weapon’s ancient energy. She was set.
The Trident would carry her through countless battles to come.
But the others needed proper equipment.
He scrolled through the categories, filtering by Heaven Grade Peak and Saint Grade Low.
The system responded instantly, narrowing the endless list to a curated selection of the finest armaments available.
Each entry shimmered with detailed descriptions, stat blocks, and price tags that would make any ordinary cultivator weep.
The bow section appeared first.
He browsed through dozens of options, reading descriptions and stats with a critical eye.
Some offered increased range, others boasted elemental affinities, and a few promised devastating explosive shots. Most were good but not exceptional.
They lacked that spark—that perfect synergy with their wielder’s unique abilities.
Then he found it.
[Voidpiercer Bow]
[Grade: Saint Grade - Low]
[Description: A bow forged from the crystallized heart of a Void Wyrm. Arrows fired from this bow phase through space, ignoring distance and obstacles. The user gains a 30% increase in attack speed and a 15% increase in critical strike chance.]
[Price: 5,000,000]
Damon smiled, the corners of his lips curling upward as he read the description.
The bow’s design materialized in his mind—a sleek, curved weapon carved from obsidian-like crystal, its limbs shimmering with trapped starlight.
Runes of spatial distortion pulsed along its length, humming with the essence of the void.
Perfect for Mio.
She could already fold space with her Void Sniper Physique, her arrows vanishing from her bowstring and reappearing at their target in the same breath.
This bow would amplify that ability tenfold, allowing her to strike from any angle, through any barrier, with a speed that defied comprehension.
He could already picture her standing atop a ridge, her deep purple ponytail whipping in the wind as she loosed arrow after arrow into an unsuspecting enemy formation.
He bought it without hesitation.
[You purchased Voidpiercer Bow. -5,000,000 lust points]
[Lust points remaining: 34,947,200]
The points drained from his balance, and the bow materialized in his spatial ring—a weightless presence that hummed with latent power. He would present it to her later, watch her eyes light up with that cheerful, energetic spark she always carried.
Then he moved to the dagger section.
The interface shifted, displaying rows of gleaming blades—short swords, stilettos, kukris, and everything in between. Each one promised death in different forms, but Damon had a specific purpose in mind.
Mia needed something that complemented her Shadow Queen Bloodline.
Her fighting style relied on stealth, precision, and the element of surprise. She struck from the darkness, her twin daggers flashing before her targets even knew she was there.
A weapon that enhanced her shadow manipulation would turn her into a true phantom on the battlefield.
He scrolled through the options, his golden eyes scanning each entry with practiced efficiency.
Some daggers offered poison coatings, others increased stealth capabilities, and a few granted temporary invisibility. But none of them felt right—not until his gaze landed on a particular entry.
[Nightshade Fang]
[Grade: Saint Grade - Low]
[Description: A dagger forged from the fang of a Nightshade Wyrm. It allows the user to strike from any shadow within a hundred-meter radius. Wounds inflicted by this dagger bleed continuously for thirty seconds.]
[Price: 4,000,000]
He read the description twice, then a third time, a slow grin spreading across his face.
The image of the dagger materialized in his mind—a curved, serrated blade the color of midnight, its edge gleaming with a faint purple sheen.
Dark mist coiled around its hilt, and the weapon seemed to breathe, pulsing with the essence of shadow itself.
He bought two.
One for each hand.
The system processed the transaction without complaint, and two identical daggers materialized in his ring, their presence cool and predatory against his spiritual sense.
Mia fought with twin daggers, and giving her only one would be a waste of her potential.
She needed symmetry—balance.
With a Nightshade Fang in each hand, she could strike from any shadow within a hundred meters, appearing and disappearing like a wraith.
Her enemies would never know where the next blow would land.
[You purchased 2 Nightshade Fang. -8,000,000 lust points]
[Lust points remaining: 26,947,200]
Twenty-six million left.
He let out a satisfied breath, the number settling in his mind.
Still a substantial reserve, but he would need to replenish it soon if he wanted to keep upgrading his harem’s equipment.
There were robes, accessories, cultivation pills, and techniques he had his eyes on—each one capable of pushing his women to new heights.
He stored the bow and daggers in his ring with a thought, feeling their spiritual signatures settle among his other possessions.
Then he leaned back against the headboard, the wooden frame creaking softly beneath his weight. The night was still young, and there was much to plan.
When they woke up, he would present the gifts.
He would watch Mio’s face light up with joy, see Mia’s shy smile as she accepted the blades.
And then, perhaps, he would find a way to earn back those spent points.
The thought brought a knowing glint to his golden eyes.