Chapter 249: Young Master Brings King Cabbages
Damian’s gaze naturally landed on Linsey first.
Among the four women, she was the most openly excited, even though she was clearly trying to pretend she was only curious.
Damian walked toward her with an amused look. "Linsey."
Linsey blinked innocently. "Yes, Young Master?"
Damian smiled mysteriously. "I’ve already sent you your gift."
Linsey froze. "Huh?"
The other three women immediately looked at him strangely.
Linsey seemed even more confused than they were. "Young Master... when did you give me anything?"
Damian lifted one finger and waved it mysteriously. "Just take a look inside your storage ring."
Suspicion appeared in Linsey’s eyes, but she still followed his instructions.
Her spiritual sense entered the storage ring. A moment later, her expression changed. "Huh?"
She quickly checked again before looking up at Damian. "There’s something new inside my storage ring."
Her eyes widened slightly. "Young Master, how the hell did you do that?"
Damian puffed out his chest proudly. "Of course, that’s a secret."
He waved away the question. "Don’t worry about small details. Just take it out."
Linsey stared suspiciously at him for another second before her curiosity finally won.
With a flash of spiritual light, an enormous chakram appeared in front of her.
The instant it emerged, sharp Wind Qi swept violently throughout the room.
WHOOSH!
Linsey instinctively took half a step back. The weapon was much larger than she had expected.
Its circular blade was both fierce and elegant, covered in flowing wind patterns that seemed to move even while the weapon remained perfectly still.
Its sharpened edges shimmered with an almost invisible cutting force, while the entire chakram released a terrifying pressure that made the surrounding air tremble faintly.
More importantly, Damian could immediately tell that the weapon retained the same feature as the previous one. It could split apart into two curved half-moon blades.
Linsey stared blankly at the massive weapon floating before her.
Meanwhile, Damian’s attention shifted toward the system screen appearing in front of him.
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[Intimate Sacrifice Reward Activated]
[Target: Linsey]
[Sacrificed Item: Top-Rank Royal Grade Wind Moon Chakram]
[Multiplier: 300×]
[Weekly Gifting Chance Consumed]
[Critical Reward Triggered]
[Reward Granted to Target: King Grade Tempest Severing Chakram]
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Damian’s eyes immediately shone with satisfaction at the sight of the weapon, and he turned to Linsey. "Congratulations, Linsey."
Linsey slowly turned her head toward him, still looking somewhat stunned. "Young Master... this weapon..."
Her fingers cautiously touched the outer ring of the chakram. "Why is its pressure so damn strong?"
Damian’s chest immediately puffed out again. "Of course it’s strong."
He pointed proudly at the weapon. "That thing isn’t a Royal-Grade weapon. Instead, it’s a King-Grade weapon."
The moment Linsey heard that, she and the others were genuinely shocked.
Damian ignored their reactions and continued. "This one is called the [Tempest Severing Chakram]."
He looked back at Linsey. "Your greatest strengths are wind and speed, so I think this weapon should suit you perfectly."
Linsey carefully took hold of [Tempest Severing Chakram]. Her fingers trembled faintly around the weapon.
For once, she did not immediately tease Damian or make some playful joke.
She simply stared at the King Grade weapon in her hands, almost afraid that it might somehow disappear if she looked away.
A moment later, Linsey’s eyes gradually turned red. "Young Master..."
Damian’s expression softened slightly. "What?"
Without warning, Linsey suddenly stepped forward and hugged him tightly. "You really are the best man in the world."
Damian was slightly surprised by the sudden embrace.
For a brief moment, his body froze, but a second later, he naturally accepted it and shamelessly patted her back. "Good, good. Your Young Master understands your feelings."
Linsey did not let go immediately.
Her arms tightened faintly around him, and she kept her face buried against his chest, almost as though she wanted to hide her expression from the others.
Helena crossed her arms and clicked her tongue. "Linsey, at least pretend to have some shame."
Linsey’s muffled voice came from Damian’s chest. "No."
Cynthia covered her lips and laughed softly. "She’s simply very happy."
Evelyn looked away slightly, but her eyes kept drifting toward the [Tempest Severing Chakram].
Damian naturally noticed that.
In fact, it was not only Evelyn.
Helena and Cynthia were also occasionally glancing toward Linsey’s new weapon, clearly wondering what Damian had prepared for them.
His smile immediately widened. "Don’t look so impatient."
The other three women froze.
Damian turned toward them with a proud expression. "Your gifts are already inside your storage rings too."
Helena, Cynthia, and Evelyn all stared at him.
Helena frowned slightly. "Ours too?"
Damian nodded as though the answer should have been obvious. "Of course. Did you seriously think I would prepare something for Linsey and leave the rest of you empty-handed?"
Cynthia’s eyes shifted toward her storage ring. "Young Master Damian... when did you place them inside?"
Damian waved his hand mysteriously. "Secret."
Evelyn did not bother asking another question.
She quietly sent her spiritual sense into her storage ring, and a moment later, her usually cold expression finally changed.
Helena and Cynthia quickly checked theirs as well.
Almost simultaneously, all three women’s eyes widened.
Damian looked toward Helena first. "Helena, yours is the [Titan Mountain Cleaving Axe]."
Helena’s storage ring flashed.
A massive earth-colored battle axe immediately appeared beside her.
HUMM!
The moment it emerged, dense Earth Qi descended throughout the room like the weight of an enormous mountain.
Helena instinctively straightened as she felt its oppressive heaviness.
Damian gestured toward the axe. "You prefer heavy weapons, and your fighting style relies a lot on overwhelming strength, so I thought an axe like this would suit you perfectly."
Helena stared at the enormous weapon in front of her, her normally steady expression visibly shaken.
Damian did not wait long before turning toward Cynthia. "Cynthia, yours is the [Silent Venom Rain Needles]."
Cynthia’s storage ring flashed next.
Dozens of thin needles appeared around her.
Each one was so fine that they almost vanished whenever the light struck them from the wrong angle.
Soft Water Qi flowed along their surfaces, mixed with a hidden poisonous chill that made even the surrounding air feel slightly dangerous.
Damian continued, "You specialize in poison and support techniques, so hidden weapons should fit you much better than something big and flashy."
Cynthia’s usual gentle expression became unusually quiet as she carefully examined the floating needles.
Finally, Damian turned toward the last woman. "Evelyn, yours is the [Glacial Starfall Bow]."
A beautiful ice-blue bow appeared in Evelyn’s hands.
WHOOSH...
Cold mist immediately spilled from the weapon and spread across the floor around her feet.
Tiny specks of frost shimmered along the bowstring like distant stars, while an intense icy aura surrounded its elegant frame.
Evelyn’s fingers tightened faintly around the weapon. For several breaths, all three women remained too stunned to say much.
Eventually, Evelyn was the first to recover enough to speak.
She looked directly at Damian. "Are all three of these weapons... King Grade too?"
Damian immediately nodded with obvious pride. "Of course."
He placed one hand against his chest. "I don’t play favorites inside my harem, especially when it comes to the four of you."
The room fell completely silent.
Linsey finally lifted her face from Damian’s chest, though she still refused to release him completely. She glanced toward the other women with a bright, satisfied expression.
Helena remained frozen beside the enormous [Titan Mountain Cleaving Axe].
Cynthia stared silently at the [Silent Venom Rain Needles] floating around her.
Evelyn’s cold eyes remained fixed on the [Glacial Starfall Bow] in her hands.
This time, none of them could hide their shock.
King Grade weapons were not cabbages that could simply be picked up from the roadside.
Even powerful cultivators and major factions could fight bloody battles over treasures at this level.
Yet Damian had somehow walked into their residence and casually handed out four of them at once. As though they were fucking souvenirs.