Up on the front deck of the flying courtyard, Gu Changsheng leaned against the cedar railing and watched the pink miasma dissolve across the water. One ladle of reality tea and eighteen brainwashed heroines wake up from their nightmare at the exact same time, Gu Changsheng thought calmly. Now let’s see how Holy Son Chu Tian handles eighteen furious women with swords.
For three long, eerie seconds above the lantern-lit waters of Peach-Blossom Lake, all eighteen young women hovered on their lotus boats and spirit-clouds without making a single sound.
The cool, sweet fragrance of wildflower honey and arctic peppermint lingered on their tongues, sweeping upward through their cranial meridians and scrubbing away six months of sticky. Suffocating pink fog from their souls like a torrent of pure mountain spring water washing out a mud-clogged gutter.
Down on the wet jade platform beside his flattened silk arch, nineteen-year-old Holy Son Chu Tian didn’t yet realize that his system’s brainwashing locks had been completely obliterated.
Seeing the eighteen heiresses lower their weapons and stand frozen in silence, Chu Tian assumed the shock of the landing had simply dazed them!
Gritting his teeth against the throbbing pain in his cracked spine, Chu Tian hastily wiped the lake mud off his chin, struck his signature forty-five-degree wistful poet pose under the lantern light. Burned ten thousand of his remaining system points to crank his [Peach-Blossom Harem System] to 200% Emergency Pheromone Output!
