Slapping the Idiots to Submission

Wen Ran strolled to the tavern of the next building, now dressed in the inner disciple attire. His face exuded confidence, though nothing significant had happened behind those closed doors. Despite this, he couldn't shake off the feeling of elevation. Being attended to by several beautiful women was a dream for any man, but he kept his desires in check. Women are always so hard to resist, he thought, but keeping my Yang energy pure is more important for now.

He was glad, at least, that this body of his lost its first when it didn't have a spirit root; otherwise, he'd be in deep trouble moving forward. But once he reached a certain realm, he knew this wouldn't be an obstacle he couldn't overcome.

For now, though, he needed to focus on regaining the strength he once had—and he hoped that would happen soon. There was something unsettling in the air, an ominous presence. Is it disaster looming, or is it just my imagination?