Inside the main residence of Shadowmoon Manor, the high-ceilinged design allowed sunlight to pour over the dining table.
Chu Tian leaned casually in the armchair beside the table, his gaze fixed on Su Nian, who sat not far away.
The girl had just finished her breakfast, specially arranged with farm-fresh eggs sent by a fellow villager.
At this moment, a clear weariness marked her face; she looked somewhat tired.
It was probably because she hadn’t rested well during their trip to Bai Shui Town.
Looking at her delicate, pretty face—once cold as ice, pure and untouchable as the “Silver-Haired Saintess,” now transformed into this lively, golden-haired idol—Chu Tian’s eyes flickered with a subtle, barely perceptible complexity.
These two completely opposite images were equally captivating.
However, even though desire was already stirring strongly within Chu Tian, he didn’t stop the girl from going back to rest.
On the contrary, he even “considerately” turned to the maid standing nearby and instructed, “Do not disturb Miss Su Nian. Let her get a good sleep.”
The maids respectfully bowed and retreated quietly.
Chu Tian watched Su Nian’s slightly brisk figure disappear into the shadow around the stairwell, the corner of his mouth curling into a playful, deep smile.
‘Su Nian must rest well.’
Only then would she have enough energy to play along with him in tonight’s “performance.”
As for himself, he needed to make some preparations.
He definitely did not want to repeat past mistakes.
Thinking back to that time in the study…
Chu Tian’s expression darkened.
Perhaps it was because the image of the girl, embarrassed to death yet powerless to resist, was too tempting.
Or maybe because he himself, for the sake of gaining Annoyance Value, had deliberately let the maids enter the study—a move that turned out a bit overconfident.
The result?
“Harming the enemy a thousand but damaging oneself eight hundred.”
At that critical moment, his usually proud and battle-hardened Demonized Little Chu Tian had performed just… not quite as expected.
Although Su Nian was confused at the time and probably didn’t notice much, he himself knew very well.
This was a disgrace and absolutely unacceptable!
Though for ordinary people, his endurance might have been enough—some might even call it valiant.
But he was the powerful Horned Demon Lord, the master about to conquer the perfect girl before him!
Tonight, he was to play the “big villain” who intended to coerce and defile the Saintess.
How could he possibly fail at such a moment that demanded absolute dominance?
No way!
Especially when faced with Su Nian, who was like a little wildcat always wanting to resist.
Just the mere thought of losing face in front of her ignited an unnamed fury deep in his heart.
Absolutely intolerable!
He had to devise a foolproof plan.
In terms of strength—be it combat ability or any other form—it had to be a hard, decisive match!
Chu Tian pulled out the specially made Magic Phone, engraved with intricate magical runes, from a storage space.
His fingertips brushed over the cold metal shell as he skillfully dialed an encrypted number.
The call connected quickly, and a calm, elegant male voice responded with respectful steadiness.
It was Finn, the steward of the Castle District—the true base of Chu Tian in this world, where countless Magic Beasts were imprisoned and raised to continuously provide Annoyance Value.
This was his real trump card!
Clearing his throat, Chu Tian forced his tone to sound steady and casual, even adding a deliberately nonchalant air.
“Ahem… Finn, it’s me.”
On the other end, Finn’s voice remained as reliably calm and subtly respectful as ever.
“Great Lord, what are your orders?”
Chu Tian cleared his throat again, striving to make his voice sound as usual, carrying that habitual, in-control ease.
“Hmm… I have a friend…”
He paused, carefully weighing his words, still sounding a bit unnatural.
“He… he’s a man, and lately, he seems a bit… well, lacking in energy.”
“Probably because of too many troubles lately; he’s been overworked.”
Chu Tian tried to keep his tone flat and calm, as if stating some irrelevant, trivial matter.
“So, I wanted to ask you…”
“Is there anything in the Castle District… some kind of…”
He hesitated, searching in his mind for a word that conveyed the meaning without being too direct.
“… something that can… um… properly nourish the body, especially replenish the kidneys…”
“High-grade tonic medicines or rare delicacies?”
“You know, something with remarkable effects, fast-acting, and preferably without side effects.”
His words were vague, almost evasive.
But Finn, obviously a seasoned expert in all manners of situations, instantly grasped the true meaning behind his cryptic language.
Though inside he might have been swirling with wild guesses and speculations, Finn’s voice remained perfectly calm and professionally impeccable.
“Great Lord, I understand.”
“Regarding your friend’s special needs, there are indeed some very suitable items in the Castle District’s treasure vault.”
“One of them is a secret medicine extracted from the life essence of the Deepsea Giant Beast, refined with dozens of rare magical herbs. It is extremely effective for male nourishment, especially kidney tonics, and the medicine’s nature is mild with almost no side effects.”
“Additionally, there is a unique incense from a distant land. When burned, its fragrance greatly enhances desire between men and women, with remarkable effects.”
“Shall I arrange for these two items to be sent to you immediately?”
Finn’s reply was quick, precise, and thorough, showing no unnecessary curiosity or probing, as if this were just a routine purchase.
“Send them… send them to my friend.”
Chu Tian blurted out unconsciously, then quickly caught himself and hastily corrected, trying to cover up.
“Yes, Great Lord.”
“I will arrange it immediately and guarantee the safe and secure delivery to Shadowmoon Manor via the Magic Transmission Array before tonight.”
Finn responded respectfully, with no hint of anything unusual.
After ending the call, Chu Tian casually tossed the cold Magic Phone onto a nearby cushion.
He leaned back in his chair, his long fingers tapping unconsciously on the smooth armrest, producing a soft tapping sound.
Thinking of the upcoming nourishing elixirs and unique incense, the subtle discomfort and secret anxiety born from his previous “poor performance” finally faded away.
‘Very good.’
Everything was ready, only waiting for the east wind.
Or rather, only waiting for the little wildcat who had slept well to wake up.
He was already somewhat impatient, eager to see the Saintess, whose eyes always held a flame of resistance, experience his carefully prepared “tonics” and witness his true, undeniable “strength.”
Would her expression be one of panic and despair?
Or perhaps… desire and reluctant acceptance?