Outer sect

Zhang Fei walked over to a wooden drawer in the corner, his monster cock swinging like a champ. He opened it and found a fresh set of clothes folded neatly inside.

He pulled it out and held it up. "The fuck is this? Looks like a hanfu or some shit, but how am I supposed to wear this?" He muttered, turning it over in his hands, confused.

The system rang out right on time:

[Notice: Host, here is the proper way to wear this]

 A glowing window flashed up, showing a step-by-step guide to wearing the dress.

"Hmm, nice," Zhang Fei remarked, smirking as he followed the steps and slipped into the hanfu.

Once it was on, he stood up, stretching his arms and squatting a bit to test the fit. The fabric hugged his jacked frame just right, loose enough to move but tight enough to show off those biceps and abs.

"Hmmm, it's okay—feels good," he said, smoothing it down over his thighs, his cock finally tucked away but still making its presence known under the layers.

He ran through the drawer again and took out a small bronze mirror. He held it up and checked out his own reflection. His eyes nearly popped out, and he let out a low whistle.

"Damn, is that supposed to be me? Why the fuck am I so handsome now?"

He tilted his head, sharp jawline, piercing eyes, skin smooth as jade, and hair long and silky like the main character of some Chinese fantasy. 

The new body he found himself in was too beautiful, so fine that even girls would feel jealous.

"Shit, I'm a goddamn heartbreaker now," he laughed, his eyes locked on his reflection.

[Notice: Host appearance enhanced by qi refinement. Current status: Peak attractiveness

Zhang Fei grinned, tossing the mirror back in the drawer. "Peak attractiveness, huh? Time to see what this face and cock can pull in this world." 

With that, he pushed the door open and walked out. The sun was already falling below the horizon, casting the surroundings in an orange glow.

He took a deep breath as his eyes swept the scene in front of him. It was straight out of a xianxia novel. Pavilions stretched out ahead, scattered like stars in the night sky, each one towering with multiple stories.

Their roofs were curved, etched with badass carvings of dragons and phoenixes.

"Wow, I really reincarnated into a fucking xianxia novel," he whispered, grinning wide.

The courtyard he stood in was decent-sized, surrounded by those pavilions in every direction. It was crowded with flowers and herbs, each one more unique than the others.

People walked around, wearing robes like his but in different colors and patterns. Some were in deep reds with cloud designs, while others were in greens with lotus and flowers. 

Some carried scrolls, while others walked around chatting and gossiping.

This is my playground now, he thought, his monster cock twitching at the thought of what—or who—he could conquer here.

[Notice: Host has entered the outer sect courtyard. Opportunity for progression detected.

Zhang Fei smirked, cracking his knuckles. "Opportunity, huh? Let's see what this sexy-ass body can stir up."

He wandered around the courtyard and was immediately welcomed by glares and stares.

Girls froze mid-step, their eyes opening wide as they took in his chiseled face and jacked frame. Some bit their lips, while others whispered to each other.

The boys, though? They stopped too, but their faces twisted with jealousy. Their fists were clenched together as he hogged all the attention.

Yes sir, I'm feeling this alright, Zhang Fei thought as he walked with his hands behind his back, like he owned everything. Every step made his cock sway under the robe, establishing its dominance.

As he roamed around, his gaze fell on a weird-looking pavilion with a big-ass sign: Outer Sect Canteen.

"Canteen, huh? Let's check what kind of food they got in this world," Zhang Fei muttered, pushing through the wooden doors.

The scent of the food flooded his senses, and his stomach growled in hunger. Long tables were laid in front of him, packed with sect disciples in their colorful robes. They were all busy eating from the plates filled with shit that Zhang Fei couldn't even name.

Food's one thing, but who's worth fucking here? he thought.

[Notice: Host has entered social hub. Potential allies or targets detected.

He walked up to the counter and leaned in. "What's on the menu?" he asked smoothly, eyeing the girl behind it.

She was young, with blue eyes and blue hair that reached her shoulder. She froze for a second before stuttering, "Umm… menu… hmmm....ah... yes, we have buns, meat, grains, and salad, young master."

Zhang Fei grinned, his gaze roaming over her like a starving man. Her dress was short as fuck, barely covering her thighs, and her tits pressed tightly against her top, almost spilling free.