Fücking Püssy Everyday to in other to become a Püssy Emperor Chapter 31

Alex’s eyes narrowed. Perfect for pushing past 2nd layer edge. He bid calmly—voice masked slightly by disguise—starting at six hundred. Voices rose around him; a Jade Serpent disciple in the third row bid seven-fifty. Alex countered—eight hundred. The disciple hesitated—then folded. Hammer fell.

"Lot 62: Defensive Array Blueprint—’Golden Yang Ward.’ Reinforces structures against mid-Foundation attacks. Starting at three hundred mid-grade."

Alex took it at four-fifty—no competition. Village palisade would become a fortress.

"Lot 79: Batch of fifty high-grade spirit stones—pure, unblemished. Starting at two thousand mid-grade."

He claimed them at twenty-four hundred—Voren quietly covering the overflow with credit. Wealth secured.

Then the slave lots.

"Lot 92: Twin sisters—latent array inscription talent. Virgin, trained in basic qi circulation. Starting at one thousand mid-grade each."

Alex bid—two thousand for the pair. A leering merchant countered—twenty-five hundred. Alex pushed to three thousand. Silence. Hammer fell. Two more potential recruits—array talent for village defenses.

Tension spiked near the end. A Jade Serpent outer disciple—green robe, arrogant sneer—sat three rows back. His gaze lingered on Alex—faint recognition flickering despite the disguise. He leaned to his companion—whispered. No immediate move; internal orders were to observe only. But the seed was planted.

Mid-auction break—crowd rose for refreshments, corridors filling with cultivators. Alex stepped into a side hallway—Lila, Sable, Qing Yue flanking him—heading for a private bidder alcove.

Three Foundation mid-stage bounty hunters waited in the shadows—mercenaries in mismatched armor, qi blades already drawn, suppression nets humming in their hands.

"Yang demon," the leader snarled—broad-shouldered, scarred face. "Bounty doubled. Alive preferred—technique extraction pays triple."

They attacked—brute force. Qi blades slashed; nets flew to bind.

Alex unleashed Foundation 2nd layer pressure—golden aura exploding outward like a sun going nova. The corridor shook; weaker cultivators nearby dropped to knees, vomiting blood. The hunters staggered—auras flickering under the weight.

Yang Overload Link activated—golden threads lancing from Alex’s palm, linking all three. Their qi drained simultaneously—auras guttering like candles in wind. Movements slowed to a crawl.

Charm Aura flared—targeted pulse. Two hunters (both female, mid-twenties, hardened mercenaries) faltered instantly: nipples peaking under armor, thighs clenching, cores flooding with heat. One gasped—sword trembling. The other moaned involuntarily—net dropping from numb fingers.

Lila charged—red hair whipping, qi-infused kick shattering the scarred leader’s ribs with a wet crunch. He flew back—slamming into stone, blood spraying from his mouth.

Sable coordinated—precise strikes with poisoned darts from looted caravan gear. One embedded in a hunter’s throat; she gurgled, collapsing.

Qing Yue moved like a shadow—stolen serpent whip lashing out, green energy coiling around the remaining conscious hunter’s legs. She yanked—tripping her. "For Master," Qing Yue hissed—violet eyes cold.

Alex closed on the leader—palm slamming into his dantian. Yang-charged strike crushed meridians; the man screamed—qi scattering. Alex snapped his neck with a twist. Dead.

The two females—arousal overload making them sluggish—dropped weapons. One begged—voice cracking: "Mercy... we yield..."

Alex bound them with suppression ropes. "You’ll talk. Then decide your fate."

The corridor quieted—bodies slumped, blood pooling. Auction resumed beyond the doors—none the wiser.

Lan Xue appeared at the far end—veiled, flowing robes whispering. A single qi thread lingered where she had severed a hunter’s escape net moments earlier.

"Impressive," she said—voice silk over steel. "But sloppy. Come. We should speak... privately."

She led them to a shadowed alcove—privacy array flaring around them.

"Call me Lan Xue," she said, lifting her veil. High beauty: long raven hair, crimson lips, Core Formation aura suppressed but leaking power. Eyes lingered on the harem—veiled hunger. "Former Crimson Phoenix disciple. Rogue now. We share enemies. And perhaps... interests."

Her gaze settled on Alex. "Your yang... it’s not ordinary. Dual Cultivation Emperor Veins, yes? Rare. Dangerous. The sects want it. I want to see it in action."

Alex met her eyes—Foundation senses probing, meeting calm blockage. "Alliances have prices. Name yours."

Lan Xue smiled—slow, predatory. "A demonstration. Tonight. If you impress... I give you sect outpost maps. Two-day strike team delay intel. And perhaps... more."

Outside, a black crane circled high over Iron Pine—watching, waiting.

The side corridor smelled of iron and fear—blood pooling beneath the two dead bounty hunters, their qi blades clattering uselessly against the stone. The third—the leader, broad-shouldered and scarred—knelt bound in suppression ropes, face pale, eyes wide with the realization that his life now hung on Alex’s whim. Lila stood over him, red hair wild, qi still crackling faintly around her knuckles from the rib-shattering kick. Sable watched coolly from the side, silver braid immaculate, one poisoned dart still balanced between her fingers. Qing Yue coiled the stolen serpent whip around her wrist—violet eyes cold, the green energy humming softly as she waited for orders.

Alex loomed above the captive. Foundation 2nd layer pressure—now teetering on full breakthrough after the inn suite marathon—pressed down like a golden mountain. The hunter gasped, blood trickling from his nose.

"Talk," Alex said quietly. "Bounty doubled. Who doubled it? What do they want?"

The man coughed—voice hoarse. "Jade Serpent... and three minor sects. Word spread fast after the scouts vanished. They want you alive—for technique extraction. Your yang... it’s not normal. They say it’s Emperor Veins. Pure yang dominant. They think they can harvest it—refine it into pills or dual-cultivation slaves. Triple pay if you’re breathing when delivered."

Alex’s jaw tightened. Emperor Veins. The system had never named it outright, but the pieces fit: explosive growth, harem synergy multipliers, yang qi that countered yin-heavy sects like Jade Serpent. Rare. Dangerous. Coveted.

He glanced at Lan Xue—still veiled, standing in the alcove’s shadow. A single qi thread lingered where she had severed the hunter’s escape net moments earlier. She tilted her head—crimson lips curving beneath silk.

"Sloppy," she repeated, voice silk over steel. "But effective. Come. We should not linger."

She gestured—a privacy array flared around the alcove, muffling sound and qi. The hunter was dragged inside; Lila kicked him to his knees again.