The Harem System Belongs to the Villain-Chapter 35: Small Seed Society!

As Romeo stepped through the creaky wooden doors of the Boar’s Nut tavern, a thick cloud of cheap tobacco smoke and stale alcohol immediately assaulted his spiritual senses.

The tavern was completely packed with loud, obnoxious vagrants and low level cultivators.

Before taking another step, Romeo furiously prayed to the ancient gods of the nine heavens. He begged them for one highly specific miracle tonight.

He desperately prayed not to see a single hot woman in this entire establishment!

His newly awakened Heavenly Pillar of Chaos was currently far too sensitive.

After completely devouring his aunt’s massive bubble peach last night, his thirteen inch monster was hovering on a highly dangerous hair trigger!

If he accidentally locked eyes with a curvy tavern whore or caught a random glimpse of heavy, bouncing jade melons, it would be an absolute disaster!

His terrifying demonic root would instantly pitch a spiritual tent so massive it would rip straight through his coarse pants and knock over the wooden tables!

He absolutely could not risk his grand infiltration plan now!

Getting a raging boner meant completely exposing his terrifying weapon to the entire lower district.

That was definitely not happening tonight!

Romeo locked his gaze straight ahead.

He forcefully activated his supreme Grandmaster willpower to completely ignore the highly suggestive catcalls of the heavily rouged tavern maids winking at him from the shadowy corners.

He marched directly to the sticky wooden bar and aggressively slapped a single, lowly copper spirit coin onto the counter.

"Pour me a cheap mortal beer," Romeo demanded with a gruff voice.

The scarred bartender grunted and slid a foaming, highly questionable mug of brown liquid across the wood. Romeo caught the mug and took a tiny, completely fake sip.

Then, he casually raised his calloused finger and pointed directly at a dirty, algae filled glass aquarium sitting on the back shelf.

"Tell me, bartender," Romeo asked with a perfectly straight face. "Exactly how much does it cost to purchase that absolutely massive, greatest shrimp currently swimming in that tank?"

The scarred bartender paused wiping a dirty glass. A highly knowing, secretive smirk slowly stretched across his ugly face.

"That specific aquatic beast?" The bartender leaned forward and whispered in a low, raspy tone. "That will cost you exactly five hundred and thirty two spirit coins. It is a highly special one."

Romeo simply nodded his head in profound understanding and took another fake sip of his terrible beer.

Anyone else listening to this conversation would think they were both completely insane!

Inside that filthy glass aquarium, there was only one single, pathetic, transparent shrimp swimming in circles.

Furthermore, the so called ’massive beast’ was literally the exact size of a roasted peanut!

So what in the nine heavens was this ridiculous pricing about?

It was a highly classified, heavily guarded code language! It was a profound verbal handshake known absolutely only to the elite members of the Small Seed Society!

Having successfully verified his degenerate credentials, Romeo turned away from the sticky bar.

He casually walked through the crowded tavern, blending perfectly into the shadows.

He confidently strolled past several heavily guarded rooms where loud, drunken cultivators were aggressively gambling away their life savings on profound dice games.

He completely ignored the bouncers and headed straight for the very end of the darkest, most decrepit hallway.

There, sitting entirely alone and completely unguarded, was a simple wooden door marked with the number five.

Romeo stepped up to Room 5. He took a deep breath to calm his Dao heart. It was time to execute the sacred knock. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

He raised his knuckles and casually knocked exactly once.

Knock.

He stood perfectly still and mentally counted exactly two full seconds in his spiritual sea. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi.

Knock.

He paused again, letting another perfect two seconds of absolute silence pass in the dark corridor.

Knock.

The very instant the third and final knock echoed against the wood, a tiny, concealed metal notch on the door suddenly slid open with a sharp click!

A pair of highly suspicious, bloodshot eyes appeared in the narrow slot.

The hidden guard rigorously scrutinized Romeo’s plain face and cheap clothing for several heavy seconds.

Apparently satisfied that this young man truly looked like a pathetic loser carrying a tiny mortal root, the eyes vanished.

The heavy iron locks clacked loudly, and the wooden door of Room 5 slowly creaked open to welcome their brother back into the fold!

Romeo stepped confidently into the dimly lit antechamber. As soon as the heavy wooden door clicked shut behind him, he smoothly accessed his spatial ring.

He pulled out the plain white bedsheet he had stolen from the castle laundry.

Without a single ounce of hesitation, he completely stripped off his cheap mortal clothing. He stood entirely naked in the center of the room.

His thirteen inch Heavenly Pillar of Chaos was currently in its deep, dormant sleep. It was safely disguised as the ultimate, shriveled pumpkin seed!

Sitting behind a small wooden desk were two men. One was a burly boss with a scarred face, and the other was a scrawny lackey. They were the official inspectors of the Small Seed Society.

The two men immediately looked down at Romeo’s exposed crotch. A heavy silence filled the room.

Suddenly, the burly boss let out a loud, incredibly satisfied sigh. A massive wave of supreme relief washed over his scarred face.

Seeing a man possessing a mortal root even more pathetic than his own was the ultimate spiritual healing!

"Heavens above. Poor kid," the boss muttered with profound pity. He looked at his lackey and pointed a thick finger at Romeo.

"Look at that absolute tragedy! My pinky toe nail is genuinely bigger than that pathetic sprout! Give this junior the highest priority VIP seat immediately. He desperately needs our brotherhood."

"Understood perfectly, Boss!" the lackey bowed deeply, wiping a sympathetic tear from his eye.

Romeo completely ignored their arrogant pity.

He knew if he summoned the image of his venomous stepmother wearing a dog leash, his sleeping dragon would violently awaken and slap them both into the Yellow Springs!

Instead, he simply draped the plain white bedsheet entirely over his naked body. He quickly poked two small holes for his crimson eyes.

He now looked exactly like a cheap, low budget ghost from a mortal stage play!

This was the sacred, mandatory uniform of the Small Seed Society. It provided absolute, total anonymity for the deeply humiliated members.

Because they were completely naked underneath the sheets, no one could verify their true identities or the exact size of their pathetic roots outside of the inspection room!

"Thank you for the warm welcome, senior," Romeo said politely, his voice muffled by the thick cotton.

"Right this way, brother," the lackey gestured, leading Romeo toward a heavy iron door at the back of the room.

The lackey pushed the iron doors open, revealing the grand inner sanctum of the club.

It was a massive, underground tavern completely filled with dozens of other men.

Every single one of them was wearing the exact same white bedsheet over their naked bodies! It looked like a highly degenerate, ghostly cult gathering.

Some ghosts were slouched over the wooden bar, aggressively drinking cheap spiritual ale and crying about their unfulfilled wives.

"My jade beauty laughed at me again tonight!" one ghost sobbed onto the counter. "She said my needle could not even pop a spiritual balloon!"

"Stay strong, brother!" another ghost patted his back. "The Dao of the Small Seed is a path of ultimate endurance! The heavens will surely bless our roots one day!"

"I tried buying a Supreme Enlargement Pill from a shady alchemist!" a third ghost cried nearby. "It only gave me terrible diarrhea for three whole days! My root is still exactly two inches!"

Romeo strutted right past the crying, pathetic ghosts.

He was led directly to a premium booth in the back corner, perfectly positioned to observe the entire highly secretive underground market.