Chapter 250: King Gifts Get Proper Thanks
Evelyn stared at the [Glacial Starfall Bow] in her hands for a long moment before finally raising her eyes.
Her voice was quiet but unusually serious. "How did you get all these King Grade weapons?"
The room became silent.
Helena also turned toward Damian, her expression heavy as she rested one hand against the handle of [Titan Mountain Cleaving Axe].
"We’ve heard about King Grade weapons before, but none of us have ever actually seen one."
Cynthia’s fingers gently brushed past the [Silent Venom Rain Needles] floating around her. "Treasures at this level shouldn’t be easy to obtain."
Linsey finally loosened her arms around Damian, although she remained close to him. "Young Master... is the Sword Tomb really filled with treasures like these?"
Damian blinked before laughing proudly. "Of course. There are plenty of good weapons inside."
He lifted his chin slightly. "The problem is whether you have enough strength to actually take them. Fortunately for all of you, your Young Master is powerful enough to bring them out."
Cynthia gave him a soft, knowing look. "Young Master Damian, you’re definitely hiding something."
Damian immediately placed one finger against his lips. "A handsome man must have a few secrets."
Helena’s mouth twitched. "That sounds suspicious as hell."
Damian completely ignored her accusation and pointed toward their weapons. "For now, stop worrying about where I got them."
His expression became slightly more serious. "I’m masking their auras right now, but it won’t remain perfect forever. You should contract with them quickly before someone outside notices something troublesome."
The four women immediately understood.
No matter how curious or shocked they were, this really was not the time to interrogate Damian.
King Grade weapons were enough to make powerful cultivators greedy.
Linsey nodded first. "Alright."
Helena took a deep breath and firmly grabbed the handle of [Titan Mountain Cleaving Axe]. "Fine."
Cynthia’s gentle gaze became focused. "Understood."
Evelyn quietly pulled [Glacial Starfall Bow] closer to herself and gave a small nod.
One by one, the four women began forming contracts with their new King Grade weapons.
Powerful auras immediately surged throughout the room.
HUMM...
Wind, earth, poisonous water, and freezing ice spread outward at the same time.
For several breaths, the residence trembled faintly beneath the pressure before Damian’s [Aura Mask Ring] suppressed the leaking weapon auras as much as possible.
Gradually, everything settled down. A while later, the four women opened their eyes.
Excitement immediately appeared across their faces, even though Helena and Evelyn tried considerably harder than Linsey and Cynthia to hide it.
Damian looked between them before his usual shameless expression returned. "Now that all of you have received such wonderful gifts..."
He rubbed his chin meaningfully. "Shouldn’t your generous Young Master get something in return too?"
The room instantly became quiet again.
This time, however, all four women’s expressions changed for a completely different reason.
A faint blush appeared across Cynthia’s cheeks. Helena’s face quickly turned red as she glared at Damian.
Even Evelyn quietly looked away, while Linsey’s eyes immediately filled with amusement.
Damian blinked innocently. "What?"
He spread his hands. "I only asked for a small return gift."
Helena gritted her teeth. "You shameless bastard."
Cynthia covered her lips, her cheeks still faintly pink. "Well... he did give us King Grade weapons."
Evelyn continued looking away. "Still shameless."
Damian placed a hand over his heart again. "Why does everyone keep bullying the generous man who just gave them priceless treasures?"
Linsey suddenly stepped forward.
Before Damian could continue complaining, she grabbed his hand and looked up at him with a bright, dangerously playful expression. "In that case, please follow us to the bedroom, Young Master."
Damian paused.
A second later, his expression immediately brightened. "Hehehe... alright, then."
He tightened his hand around hers without the slightest hesitation. "Please show me the way."
Helena’s face turned even redder. "Linsey!"
Linsey merely giggled and began pulling Damian forward. "Come on. We should properly thank our generous Young Master, shouldn’t we?"
Cynthia lowered her gaze with an embarrassed little laugh, while Evelyn silently rubbed her forehead.
Helena looked like she wanted to protest again, but when she glanced at the King Grade axe Damian had just given her, her words became stuck in her throat.
In the end, the other three could only exchange helpless looks before following Linsey and Damian toward the bedroom.
Damian, meanwhile, looked far too pleased with himself.
"Hehehe... being generous really does have its rewards."
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Two hours later, the bedroom had become completely quiet.
Linsey, Helena, Cynthia, and Evelyn were all sprawled across the bed, barely able to move.
Linsey was lying face down with her hair completely messy, one arm hanging limply over the edge of the mattress.
Helena had one arm covering her face as she breathed heavily, silently regretting every life choice that had somehow led her to this exact situation.
Cynthia was still trying her best to maintain some trace of elegance, but even her usual gentle expression looked completely exhausted.
Evelyn had turned her back toward everyone and pulled part of the blanket over herself. Her ears were still visibly red as she stubbornly pretended to be asleep.
Meanwhile, Damian sat comfortably at the side of the bed, adjusting his robe with a deeply satisfied expression.
He glanced at the four exhausted women before clicking his tongue. "Come on. All four of you are Golden Core cultivators now."
His lips curled upward shamelessly. "Why are you still so weak?"
The four women immediately wanted to curse the bastard. Unfortunately, none of them had enough strength left to do it properly.
Linsey weakly lifted one hand and pointed a trembling finger at him. "Young Master... you’re a monster..."
Helena muttered from beneath her arm, "Shameless... bastard..."
Cynthia released a tired sigh. "Young Master Damian... please have a little mercy next time."
Evelyn’s cold voice came muffled from underneath the blanket. "Leave."
Damian laughed shamelessly. "Cruel. Absolutely cruel."
He placed one hand over his chest as though deeply wounded. "I came here to check on all of you with nothing but good intentions."
Nobody believed that shit for even a second.
Damian stood up from the side of the bed and stretched lazily, looking annoyingly refreshed compared to the four women behind him. "Alright, alright. I should get going."
He straightened his robe one final time. "Master told me to come back quickly because she wants to talk tonight."
Damian glanced over his shoulder at the four women and waved casually. "You girls behave yourselves and get some rest, okay?"
All of the women just went back to sleep, not caring about what Damian had said anymore.
Damian chuckled at their reactions and headed toward the door. "Bye-bye."
The moment he stepped outside, Helena’s muffled curse finally came from behind him. "Fucking bastard..."