Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Theresa’s words confused the entire harem.

Princess Summer frowned and pursed her lips, as if she were thinking about something.

But very soon, the glimmer in her eyes was enshrouded by the crazy fog.

“Teresa, what are you talking about? We don’t understand.”

Princess Summer touched her forehead and mumbled, “The black magic inside your body must still be lingering.”

“…Damn it!”

Theresa wanted to roar to the sky.

But it did not fit her current appearance and identity.

“What I mean to say is that we—we girls must have self-respect and self-love. We—we want our daughter to be strong. There’s no need to live with a man and think about how to please him all day!”

Theresa finally couldn’t help it any longer. She waved her small fists and said, “We are an adventure team, aren’t we? We are going to adventure in the Blood Demon Sector, aren’t we? It’s all very good. But the mission of so many sisters in the mercenary group is not just to ‘dedicate’ ourselves to Lord Black Jack. That’s hilarious!

“Sister Natasha, you were once the captain of a mercenary group. I believe that you were not like this at that time, weren’t you? We can take the risk ourselves. We can fight the monster ourselves. We can save the prince or the princess. We can take care of whatever biological needs our sisters have. Well, Lord Black Jack must be tired from all the work every day. Let’s just let him have a good night’s sleep and not disturb him. Then we can take care of it ourselves!”

Theresa finished her speech in one breath. She breathed heavily with her hands on her knees.

Damn it. Why was this body so easily tired and excited?

He felt that the secretion of hormones inside his body was irregular like a furious swirl. She was about to cry again.

Biting her lips, she held back the tears in her eyes and looked at her sisters in the harem in anticipation.

The girls looked at each other in silence.

“Do you understand what I mean?”

Theresa asked cautiously.

“I don’t understand.”

Hela and Natasha both shook their heads.

Then, the two big sisters waved their hands. The girls gathered again like zombies. They raised their slender hands and sent Theresa to Black Jack’s tent.

“Hey hey hey, let me go, quickly let me go, don’t be so rough, sob sob sob…”

Tears flowed out of Theresa’s eyes.

She felt that the world was spinning, and she was thrown to a bed that was as fluffy as a cloud.

By the standards of camping in the wilderness, this tent was extravagant to the extreme.

There was a woolen blanket on the ground, and tapestries and embroidery were hanging everywhere. Almost a hundred candles mixed with special spices were lit on the exquisite wooden shelves. An aroma that was so strong that it could not be dissolved was hovering in the air.

Black Jack was wearing a thin black silk robe.

The perfect body was presented to Theresa in a soul-stirring way, making her feel that she was blind.

“Are you kidding me?”

Theresa was shouting in her heart, This guy has come to the Fallen Forest and the Blood Demon Sector for adventure. He even brought such a luxurious tent, velvet mattress, and hundreds of candles. Does he have to be so flirtatious? Is he out for adventure or to pick up girls?

Now that he thought about it, it was quite possible that the guy was a professional flirt and a risk taker.

However, it was fortunate that he had the ability to fool so many beautiful girls of various races and professions into being completely loyal to him. Not only did they follow him and risk their lives without any regrets, they also helped him carry so many tools to pick up girls. They even f*cking helped him pick up girls. The entire harem was so harmonious.

Back when he was the ‘Star Ocean Cannon King’, he had once dominated the universe, swept across the imperium, and claimed himself to be a saint of love.

It never occurred to him that the Lost Magical World, the Emerald Continent, the Armageddon Mountain, and the Fallen Forest seemed to be less appealing than the eccentric Jack Thunder.

Comparisons were odious!

Black Jack had no idea what was on Theresa’s mind.

He poured two glasses of wine and shook them, dispersing the soul-stirring aroma.

“Eric the Transformer truly deserves to be a magician of the palace in the old days. He does have some taste in wine.”

Black Jack smiled and walked to Theresa with the wine. “This ‘Lion Heart Blood’ has been stored for at least a hundred years. It is rarely-seen in the market. It is said that it can significantly improve the five senses of human beings, especially… the touch.

“Baby, you look a little nervous. Do you want to give it a try? I guarantee that after you drink it, even the gentle stroking of the feather below your body will stir… a shocking tide in your heart.”

A confident and ambiguous smile appeared on Black Jack’s handsome face.

Theresa stared at him. Suddenly, she covered her mouth and vomited again.

Black Jack’s smile froze, split, and vanished.

“I’m sorry. I’m not in the best state today.”

Theresa said sincerely, “It’s probably because you’ve been in Eric’s tower for too long and are under the influence of the black magic. After all, everything looks disgusting to me right now, especially the men. The more handsome a man is, the more disgusting he is. If you come any closer, he might really spit on you. That wouldn’t be good, would it?”

Black Jack narrowed his eyes. Although he stopped, the brilliance in his eyes was even more gloomy and intense.

“You are very special.”

Black Jack finished his cup of ‘lion heart blood’. The blood-red liquid zigzagged and flowed down his loose collar to his chest, outlining his muscular chest muscles and highlighting his explosive masculinity. It was like a surging tide that was enough to topple all the female creatures in the world of magic.

In response, Theresa vomited violently again.

It was not hypocrisy, but physical nausea. He was vomiting so hard that tears were flowing out.

“You are truly… extraordinary, my Miss Theresa.”

Black Jack looked at her with great interest. He was not bothered by her rejection at all. Instead, he was excited that he had met his match. “When I first met you, I was merely attracted by your unparalleled beauty. But after only half a day of interaction, I’ve discovered that your mysterious soul is even more fascinating than your appearance. Theresa, my Theresa, what kind of girl are you exactly? I can’t wait to open your heart and see the real you.”

“Believe me, you’d better not open his mind.”

Theresa said sincerely, “Otherwise, you will regret it.”