Massage Parlor.

The sect allowed disciples to do their own business to get Merit points and didn't care which kind of business it was if it didn't go against any sect rules.

Phate opened a massage parlor to get Merit points the next day, and the business was to be in his residence as he didn't have merit points to rent a real shop like other businesses. 

Yes, the sect had a business zone located in every center of every court; disciples would rent a building or just a shop. There were other massage parlors, and this is not the first, too.

"PHATE MASSAGE PARLOR ~~ Experience how it feels to be massaged by the Snow Prince himself! One hundred merit points per person." The poster is made in a wooden poster read. It was posted at the very entrance of the business zone.

Many disciples stood looted in place, not looking at the poster so much but at the immortal-like figure standing next to it.

He was wearing his newly given sect robes and looked so beautiful, and he was a scene most girls saved in their minds.

"I can't believe that the Prince is starting a parlor as soon as he joined," someone suddenly said.

"Not going to lie, I want to know how it feels to be touched by his hands; I mean, look at those gentle hands and refined fingers." At those words, they all turned their gazes at his hands and fingers, and they looked gentler and softer than a woman's.

"C'mon stupid girls, I think he just wants to touch so many women." A boy said, angered by all this.

"I agree; the bastard uses his good looks and status as a Prince to touch young girls. I bet he has never touched anyone."

"Hahaha," the other boys laughed at this.

"A mommy's boy wants to touch a woman now right after getting out of the nest, hahahahaha," the boys laughed out again, but even a fool could tell they were just jealous of Phate.

"Wait, have you guys seen it? He's so expensive too, not even a discount; what does this guy call himself." The others thought so, too, but when the girls looked at Phate, they felt it was worthy.

"Hahaha, I am sorry for you, my fellow male disciples who don't have partners; the single ones are about to be taken, hehe..." A confident, good-looking man suddenly mocked his fellows.

"Don't get too cocky, Shawn, just because Tutu of the Zhang family accepted you as her partner. That material bitch might throw you away for the Snow Prince." An angry boy shouted at Shawn.

"He will even cry than we would if that happens; he nearly sold his heart to get her after all..." Another one said.

"Y-You g-guys are slandering my Tutu? I am challenging you for a Deathmatch right now, whoever said it!" He was overly angry right now.

They all laughed as he didn't even know who spoke in the first place.

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"Prince, I would like to be your first customer; they were all boys suddenly startled by a disciple approaching Phate. They all knew who it was and were more surprised.

"So what kind of massage can you give me? Mind you, I am not easy to please. If I am disappointed, I will defame you immediately!" The disciple said without any fear of his status, maybe because she knew in the sect he was nothing but just a disciple.

"Let's see, it's the kind that would make you reach the top and help your body yin depletion. You haven't been able to-." he was still talking, but the woman raised her hand to stop him.

"Please don't say that; how did you know?" Phate didn't need to use his eyes, and he could smell her over-collected Yin. Her partner had failed to make her cum, causing her this. It was starting to make her little sister hurt a little.

"It's my specialty," he said mysteriously.

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"Hey, have you heard that sister Qiang Ming had some pain down there, and the Prince could find it out without her telling him!" A disciple exclaimed.

Qiang Ming blushed at those words. It wasn't very pleasant, but she had nothing to do about it.

"I think he has an extraordinary ability to know us women's bodies," another one gave her opinion.

"I would have been happier if he could see through with his very eyes; it would be thrilling to know the Prince peeked at me before he found out my problem, hehe." They all looked at her; she didn't even feel distressed at their stares and winked at Phate, who smiled back at her.

"Shall we go now," he asked; she nodded and went toward his house.

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"I didn't expect Qiang Ming to be like that," Shawn said disgustingly.

"Sister Qiang is more reserved than your bitch Zhang Tutu; if it weren't for you men's incompetence, she wouldn't have gone this far," a female who knew Qiang Ming well said to Shawn

"And even if it wasn't the case, the Prince is more times better than you lots. If she didn't go, I would have gone." Another one sneered at him.

He was on the verge of coughing a mouthful of blood; all the insults frowned at him.

He wonders why everyone keeps reminding him of his partner's behavior.

Do they think he doesn't know? 

"Now, that will cause unrest in the sect; we can't let this continue, senior Zhang. I suggest we do something about it!" Up on the building in the core court of the sect stood three men; one stood at the front, and others by either side of him.

He looked handsome and slightly identical to patriarch Zhang!

"No, not so soon. We should let him be, and there are more eyes on him than you think. He shall fall into us by himself; his lust will lead him to us, don't worry. In this sect, everyone shall fall under us, the Zhang." He said with arrogance.

His two companions felt he was overestimating himself too much. Although he can suppress that Prince in the sect, he can't make the latter fall under their small family!