The interior was an ever-cycling orgy with connected bodies making up most of the furniture. Samuel could even point out when a master was involved without using any of his empowered mystical sense because that 'furniture' was just a pile of bodies surrounding one. Some of the masters did not even have any soul tethers attached to them which was also a surprise but he was getting less and less surprised by sexual acts.

Instead, he focused his attention on the attendant who was dragging them along the slightly wet carpet that lined the whole floor. Anyone at origin spirit could clean the thing with a thought but even that would be a losing proposition, there was too much fluid generation going on at any given moment.

Elizabeth was halfway between scared into oblivion and morbidly curious and why wouldn't she be, she had yet to achieve the essence condensation stage and truly enter the inner world of cultivators. Samuel did not partake but most cultivator recreational zones became impromptu brothels very quickly, it is only to preserve their pride in mortals and make sure mortals do not intrude upon their fun as to why there was not open sex everywhere.

Elizabeth had grabbed onto his robe like it was the only thing keeping her alive. Not that she could help it, anyone not partaking in the 'leisure activities' seemed to be looking at them quite intensely, specifically him, in fact. Samuel could only surmise that it was because he was a master and masters were always in demand in every cultivator sphere.

He could not ponder long as after a rather short couple of room hops both he and his disciple stood before the man Samuel presumed was the one that sent the invitation.

The man had some very striking features but the most eye-catching of them all was that he was very corpulent, which was a unique sight all on its own, the concept of being overweight was removed from the dictionary of any cultivator even at the foundation realm. The only reason a heaven's chosen master would look like this was probably related to the cultivation manual he practiced.

Another thing was that his bodily and facial features were, to put it kindly, rather ugly. This was another achievement as every stage of cultivation perfected and enhanced one's body, pushing them towards flawless symmetry, making it near impossible for cultivators to look bad, especially at higher stages. Instead, his features looked comically ballooned with very little symmetry. Samuel did not know such comic features could even exist in a man.

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Then there was the smell, it was rather pungent to his senses. But the naked men and women draped over him would beg to differ as they licked every inch of open skin, the man's phallus(which Samuel was sure that it was out in the open) was completely covered by a mess of bodies. He lay sitting in meditation with his eyes closed, Samuel could not be sure whether he was sitting on a chair or more bodies. Everyone in that mass had an expression of drunk pleasure on their face which made him assume that this was all probably very consensual even if it was out of the norm.

The last striking thing was the absurd wealth on open display, his body was plastered with nascent soul artifacts, and all of them were of the self-powered variety. They radiated enough power that his secondary senses were nearly blinded, cutting him off from his more relied-upon senses.

Elizabeth sniffed and nearly gagged as she covered her nose with her robes, she also looked completely unease. With a thought, Samuel created a small undetectable bubble around himself and his disciple keeping the smell out as they both waited for the man to respond.

Their guide said.

"Master, the guests are here."

Then she proceeded to join the mass in worshipping the man, which only further proved Samuel's assessment of the situation.

Both his eyes opened and Samuel was shocked to see that his eyes did not follow the trend as the rest of his body. They were symmetrical sharp and blazed with a glowing silver gleam. Those eyes demanded attention on a mystical level which was completely ineffective on Samuel.

This made him judge that the person in front of them was not at the nascent soul stage. He could feel his eyes trying to grip his very being only to be met with a mountain and promptly retreating. Elizabeth was a different story as she looked down in subservience to the man in front of him.

This triggered something inside Samuel, and without a second thought an aura, his aura, engulfed the room dwarfing the man's effects and Elizabeth swayed before shaking her head rapidly as if she was under some kind of spell, the other disciples seemed to feel at as well as they stopped sucking on the vile man's skin as if it was a lollipop.

He growled.

"Is this how an elder of the sect treats his guest?"

Elizabeth was Samuel's reverse scale, the first thing he ever cared about outside of the path, and to see her dignity insulted royally pissed the nascent soul powerhouse.

He stared straight at the offender, power radiating off him now. He had come for an alliance but he would accept a beatdown.

The man's eyes widened at his response and he seemed to collect himself. The gleam in his eyes vanished as he coughed into his hands.

"Apologies fellow sect elder, I meant no offense."

Samuel only snorted. He would be the judge of that.