Chapter 2: Our Miserable Old Sect
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Planet Azure.
Qing Continent.
Qing Yan Kingdom.
"Come here, you ladies," said a stocky cultivator.
He was sitting casually in the hot spring wearing only a pair of shorts. His body was really big, filled with fine hairs on his chest and belly.
Although his appearance was disgusting —not to some women. However, he held a prestigious place in the Lotus Hill Sect with his cultivation level reaching the Mid Core Formation stage.
Some women who were his disciples came over in their flimsy bathing gowns. They were willing to do anything for him, in exchange for a pill to break through the stages.
"Elder Hong is too spoiled, didn't you promise to give me a third-level Cultivation Pill yesterday, but I still haven't gotten it," said a woman, stepping into the water spring.
She leaned her body on the stocky man, ignoring the fine hairs on her body that seemed disgusting. Elder Hong laughed out loud at his disciple's words.
"Don't worry. If you treat me well today, I will give you all the pills you want!" he said, exclaiming loudly to the applause of all his disciples.