Chapter 222: Establish your own supreme Sect

The sun was already on top of everyone and Gu Fan was taking his daily dose of Vitamin-D.

Gu Fan sat comfortably on a smooth stone bench beneath the rustling green leaves, casually swirling a cup of spirit tea.

He wore a loose, unbuttoned black silk robe, perfectly content to enjoy the quiet breeze after a exhausting night with Madam Li by the waterfall.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he felt the terrifyingly dense of the Origin Realm Qi pulsating through his veins.

The breakthrough had gone perfectly, fueled by the staggering amount of Yin essence he had ruthlessly plundered from the Matriarch.

He leaned his head back with an amused smirk spreading across his handsome face as his mind drifted to the absolute ruin of his enemies.

"Now even Gu Bao can’t do a thing to me." Gu Fan thought to himself.,

One by one while his list of enemies has kept on increasing. He had made sure to thouroughly destroy them as well.

He didn’t need to wonder how his dear brother was handling the goat incident. He had personally stood in the Grand Audience Hall and watched the arrogant fool get stripped of his title, utterly abandoned by his own mother, and ruthlessly banished to scrub the servant outhouses for the rest of his miserable life.

"Sixty thousand spirit stones just to become the town’s legendary Goat-Fucker," Gu Fan chuckled softly to himself, taking a slow sip of the fragrant tea, "I just hope the manure out back isn’t too tough on his delicate Origin Realm hands."

But just as he took another sip of his tea, a crisp, incredibly loud chime echoed directly inside his skull.

[Ding!]

[System Alert: Major Milestone Achieved!]

[Congratulations to the Host for surviving the pathetic cannon-fodder phase and successfully breaking through to the Origin Realm without dying like a stray dog in the mud.]

[Processing Milestone Survival Rewards...]

Gu Fan raised an eyebrow, a greedy smirk instantly replacing his relaxed expression as he set his teacup down on the stone table. "It’s about damn time you rewarded me for doing all the heavy lifting in this cursed valley. What do you have for me?"

[Reward Acquired: 12x Nether-Stone Sentinels.]

[Description: The System has meticulously gathered and reconstructed the shattered stone golems from the Sovereign’s ancient tomb. Their bound human souls have been entirely wiped and replaced by absolute, unquestionable loyalty to the Host. They retain their Peak Spirit Realm combat strength and feel absolutely zero pain.]

With a faint spatial shimmer, twelve tiny, intricately carved black stone figurines dropped directly onto the table in front of him.

Gu Fan’s eyes lit up as he picked one up, feeling the terrifyingly dense weight of the miniature golem.

Each sentinel was clad in black armor, faces hidden behind cold masks.

They had once tried to kill him. Now they belonged to him.

"Free, mindless bodyguards? You actually did something useful for once, System. I can use these to stand guard while I am out plowing the town’s beauties."

But before he could even toss the figurines back into his Inventory, the translucent blue interface violently flashed a bright, warning crimson.

[CRITICAL SYSTEM QUEST ISSUED: The Foundation of a Tyrant!]

[Objective: The Host cannot hide behind women’s skirts forever. To conquer this world, you need an army of absolute fodder willing to die for your name. Establish your own supreme Sect and officially enroll at least 1,000 disciples.]

[Time Limit: One Year (365 Days).]

[Rewards: 1,000,000 Medium-Grade Spirit Stones, 1x Heaven-Grade Sect Guardian Array, 1x Random Divine-Tier Dual Cultivation Manual, 5x Lottery Spins, A special bloodline upgrade card.]

[Penalty for Failure: The Host’s cultivation will drop to Peak of Spirit Realm, and your ’little brother’ will be forcefully and permanently shrunk to the exact size of a roasted peanut.]

"Pfft...!" Gu Fan choked on the spirit tea, almost coughing up a lung as he stared at the glowing red text in absolute horror.

"A peanut?!" Gu Fan roared furiously in his mind, his hands slamming down onto the stone table. "You absolute, shameless piece of floating junk! Shrinking my cock and broadcasting my kinks?! What kind of deeply twisted, degenerate penalty is that?!"

[The System actively encourages peak motivation. The Host is advised to start recruiting immediately before your ’little brother’ becomes a literal joke.]

"Fuck you!" Gu Fan cursed aloud, aggressively rubbing his temples, "A thousand disciples? Where the hell am I going to find a thousand disciples in a year?"

But just as his mind began calculating how to establish his own sect, the doors of the outer courtyard opened, breaking the peaceful silence of the garden.

"Big Brother!"

Song Tianyu barged directly into the courtyard as he frantically sprinted down the gravel path.

The normally elegant heir of the Song Clan looked like a panicked mess. He was covered in sweat while his expensive blue robes were heavily wrinkled and stained with dirt.

Gu Fan quickly put away the twelve sentinels just as Song Tianyu dropped onto his knees right in front of him, pressing his forehead directly against the ground in a desperate, highly respectful kowtow.

Gu Fan was already in an incredibly foul mood, and this noisy interruption heavily irritated him.

"What the hell do you want now, Tianyu?" Gu Fan snapped, aggressively crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest while he glared down at his frantic sworn brother, "Can you stop with the theatrics?"

"The treatment completely worked, Big Brother!" Song Tianyu yelled, ignoring Gu Fan’s bad mood as his voice cracked with excitement, looking up with wide, frantic eyes.

"Aunt Yan was entirely pain-free for three whole days! She didn’t cough up any freezing blood, her skin completely regained its color, and she could actually walk around the pavilion without collapsing!"

"Well, obviously," Gu Fan scoffed, violently pinching the bridge of his nose to fight off the massive headache the system had just given him, "I told you my supreme medical Dao would cure her deeply ingrained curse. I pulled the freezing Qi directly out of her meridians."

"I know! You are a supreme, heaven-defying genius, Big Brother!" Song Tianyu babbled frantically, quickly scrambling back up to his feet.

"So why are you here now?" Gu Fan asked.

"That... The symptoms flared up again last night" Song Tianyu told Gu Fan, his hands gripping Gu Fan’s shoulders in total desperation. "The bone-piercing cold returned! She is coughing up dark blood again, and she completely locked herself inside her room! You have to come back and treat her right now!"

Gu Fan let out a long, heavy sigh, his patience incredibly thin because the system’s floating red text was still actively mocking his ’little brother’ in the background of his vision.

"I already explained to you that pulling out a curse that has been actively rotting her dantian for decades cannot be done in a single night," Gu Fan stated through gritted teeth, roughly slapping Tianyu’s hands right off his shoulders.

"The Yin-Siphon method requires multiple, highly intense sessions to completely uproot the dark energy. If she is experiencing a relapse, it simply means the core of the curse is violently fighting back."

"But Big Brother... it wasn’t just the pain this morning," Tianyu hesitated, his brows knitting together in genuine, naive confusion. "Aunt Yan was acting incredibly strange when I checked on her."

"Strange how?" Gu Fan raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms tighter.

"Her face was entirely flushed a deep red, and she was panting heavily, almost shivering in her bed while aggressively gripping her silk sheets," Tianyu explained frantically, completely oblivious to the actual biological reality of her state. "She kept biting her lips, and her skin was burning up like a furnace! I honestly thought the freezing curse had somehow violently mutated into a lethal fire poison!"

Gu Fan had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing out loud, because despite his heavy annoyance with the system, a dark, highly amused smirk spread across his face.

He knew perfectly well why the honorable widow was flushed red and shivering in her bed, since the lingering effects of the Spring-Tide Orgasm pill he had shoved down her throat, combined with his brutal, mind-melting fingering session, had left her incredibly desperate and starving for his touch. Her body was simply screaming for another ’treatment’.

"Do not worry your naive little head over such trivial matters, little brother," Gu Fan grumbled, forcefully patting his sworn brother on the shoulder to vent some of his frustration, forcing a stiff smile that masked his annoyance.

"A shifting temperature simply means her body is rapidly adapting to my profound methods," Gu Fan reassured him smoothly.

"Rest assured, little brother, I will take incredibly good care of your aunt today."

"I promise to be very thorough, and I will make absolutely sure she is completely satisfied by the time I am done with her."

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[A/N: I want your Power Stones and Golden Tickets. Give them to me. Hehehehe]