Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Ha ha ha, who would've thought there are still such honest folks in the world. You, my friend, I'm keeping you close. From now on, just drop my name if you need anything!" Timothy laughed heartily, clapping the gatekeeper on the shoulder.

"Brother Timothy, you flatter me. I'm just speaking from the heart. After all, words can't describe your handsomeness,I can only speak the truth from deep inside."

Tears almost spilled from Timothy's eyes, "To find such a kindred spirit, what more could I ask for!"

"Brother Timothy!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

And so, the two of them shared a hearty laugh, truly appreciating each other's company.

The gatekeeper's disguise skills were indeed impressive.

In no time at all, he had completely transformed Timothy's appearance.

Looking in the mirror, although the new face resembled a young, handsome bard, it was still quite a looker.

But not as handsome as his original self.

After admiring his new look for a while, Timothy put down the mirror and used his spiritual energy to suppress the aura emanating from his Ancient Saintly Body.

Instantly, Timothy looked much more inconspicuous.

"Thanks, brother." Timothy patted the gatekeeper on the shoulder and descended from the high mountains of Sky Sanctuary.

"Let me see Timothy, I just love him!"

"Timothy, I want to marry you!"

"Timothy, I want to sleep with you!"

Down the mountain, aside from the throngs of fanatic female fans, there were also many people mixed in, seizing the opportunity to sell all sorts of merchandise related to Timothy.

This included portraits, videos, and little wooden carvings of him.

Even more outrageous, there were claims of selling underwear Timothy had supposedly worn himself!

And strangely enough, these items were even hotter than the rest, especially the underwear.

After waiting in a long line, Timothy finally squeezed into the stall selling the underwear.

And the stall owners turned out to be two burly, hairy middle-aged men.

"Which type would you like? All of these were worn by Timothy."

"We have black lace, pink briefs, but I recommend this gold-trimmed pair,Timothy wore these the longest."

Just as the middle-aged owner finished speaking, he looked up and locked eyes with Timothy.

He paused for a moment, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his face, but he quickly smiled, "Didn't expect such a handsome guy like you to have this kind of taste, I get it, I get it."

"Then I won't recommend the gold-trimmed. I think you should go for the black lace."

"Don't worry, I'm tight with Timothy. Everything here is from a direct source, even still warm."

Timothy's face fell.

If they kept this up, his reputation would be ruined.

"I'll take them all, but boss, I don't have any money on me, you see..."

A sly smile suddenly appeared on Timothy's lips: "How about I pay with my fists?"

"Huh?"

"Bang, bang."

Before the two middle-aged owners could react, Timothy had them swollen and bruised, tossing them into the bushes nearby.

He grabbed the blanket and ran.

"Thief! He's stealing the underwear!"

"How dare he steal Timothy's underwear, unforgivable, give me two pairs!"

"He's so ugly, must be jealous of Brother Timothy's handsomeness!"

"I think he's quite handsome though..."

"But nowhere near as handsome as Brother Timothy, catch him!"

The voices of the infatuated continued relentlessly as the female disciples chased after him at full speed.

But their pace was nowhere near as fast as Timothy's.

In no time at all, Timothy had completely shaken off the crowd behind him and burned all the flamboyant underwear in the woods.

"Ah."

Timothy shook his head and sighed, experiencing for the first time the downside of being too handsome.

But those female disciples hadn't seen the real horror yet.

Just moments ago, Goddess Sylvia was probably still spanking Zephyra in the great hall.

Once she's done, just a flick of her divine power would be enough to scare those noisy female disciples at the mountain base into oblivion, possibly even damaging their spiritual cores.

Right now, his top priority was to somehow earn the remaining two skill points.

Otherwise, if he accidentally let the time slip by, the consequences could be severe.

Skyveil City was a bustling place, teeming with people and a frequent gathering spot for cultivators.

Flying on the wind, Timothy quickly entered Skyveil City.

Unlike ordinary towns, Skyveil City was not only home to regular citizens but also many visiting cultivators.

Some floated in the air, while others traded magical treasures and cultivation items at street stalls.

The city was a thriving hub of activity with many cultivators gathered.

But such a large town and crowd made the targets too broad.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

With a determined grit, Timothy spent another skill point in the system store to buy Whispering Ear.

Suddenly, a clear sensation filled his ears, and a continuous stream of voices flooded in.

Timothy sifted through the noise for useful information.

Among the cluttered voices, some planned to murder and loot that night, others discussed exploring a newly discovered secret realm, and some even talked about secret rendezvous with someone else's wife...

But the voice that caught Timothy's attention was: "I heard today's auction has some great items, even several Mystic Core powerhouses have shown up!"

"It seems even people from the sanctuaries are involved. I hope that's not true, otherwise, I wouldn't dare wade into these troubled waters."

"An auction?"

Timothy's interest was piqued.

Places crowded with people were perfect for finding a strong opponent to beat up and snatch some skill points.

Following the voices, Timothy quickly navigated through the city's winding alleys and found a secluded path leading downward.

The illusion set up outside was merely a spell to deter ordinary mortals.

It seemed this auction was open to all comers.

The underground space was vast, capable of accommodating thousands.

It was already packed with cultivators, a sea of heads as far as the eye could see.

Timothy chose a relatively quiet corner to sit down.

Currently, he still owed the system four skill points.

Whether he could repay them depended on this auction.

Before the auction started, a sturdy, chubby man sitting next to Timothy noticed him and leaned over with great interest: "Brother, you look distinguished and powerful. My name's Hank, may I ask how to address you?"

Timothy: "I'm Timothy."

"Timothy?"

Hank chuckled awkwardly: "You're not joking, are you? The Timothy from Sky Sanctuary who recently caused a stir in the Valley of the Undead is quite famous. Although you're also handsome, I've seen portraits of Timothy. He's incredibly dashing and debonair, definitely handsomer than you."

Hearing this, Timothy enthusiastically and approvingly clapped Hank on the shoulder: "Brother, you have a keen eye, and you're clearly a man of honesty, speaking nothing but the truth!"

"Of course, I, Hank, always speak my mind!" Hank laughed heartily, his straightforward nature shining through.

As they chatted, suddenly, the lights dazzled, focusing on the central stage.

Instantly, all eyes were drawn to the stage.

A woman with a curvaceous figure, dressed in exotic attire that revealed much of her fair skin beyond her bustier and red skirt, stepped onto the stage.

"Is that Mira Seraph from the Enchantress Sect?"

The atmosphere immediately turned a bit strange.

Although everyone knew that the auction hall was bound to hide many Demonic Sect cultivators, no one expected that a demoness from the Demonic Sect would openly host the event in Skyveil City.

But then again, considering the shady nature of this auction, many righteous cultivators just had to swallow their displeasure.

Soon, their anger nearly dissipated, their attention completely captured by Mira's enchanting figure.

After all, her chest was indeed very large!

"Welcome to the auction. I will be your host today."

Mira covered her mouth with a light laugh, her eyes swirling with a tender allure.

Immediately, many of the less resolute cultivators were mesmerized.

Sitting far back in the audience, they even felt their breathing quicken, and the previously tense atmosphere relaxed significantly.

Timothy watched as Hank's drool almost dripped onto his own leg.

He quickly pushed Hank's head aside.

The rest of the hall was in a similar state, a testament to the demoness's power of seduction.

"Cough, thanks, brother. I didn't expect I'd almost be taken in too. But that demoness is really something. How strong must your spiritual resolve be to remain completely unaffected?" Hank asked curiously.

Timothy: "Spiritual resolve? I didn't use any of that. She's not as pretty as my wife, so why would I lust after her?"

"Brother, you really have a way with words," Hank laughed heartily, clearly not taking Timothy's words seriously.

Boasting about himself was one thing, but Hank couldn't believe there were many women prettier than the demoness.

Could he possibly think his wife was Goddess Sylvia?

Meanwhile, on stage, Mira smiled softly, her eyes brimming with tenderness as she scanned the crowd and said sweetly, "Since the hall is almost full, let's begin today's auction now."

The applause was thunderous, mostly directed at Mira.

The lights dimmed and then brightened again, revealing ten exquisite boxes on the stage.

From left to right, each box appeared more luxurious than the last.

Mira smiled warmly: "Today's auction is unlike any other. We are auctioning mystery boxes. Inside these ten boxes, starting from the first, each contains treasures of increasing value. The final ownership will be determined by the highest bidder."

"Mystery boxes?"

Murmurs spread through the crowd.

After all, what you can see with your eyes is at least somewhat reliable.

Bidding on mystery boxes carried a much bigger risk.

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