The Celestial Phoenix Has Too Much Lust-Chapter 33: I Possess Every Beauty of the Upper World

Inside the Spiritual Printing Workshop, Morse Xuan stood before his team, his hands raised as he climbed the platform in the middle of the vast hall.

Without warning, he began shredding the latest volume of his adult magazine—the one that was about to hit the shelves. This volume had already undergone two revisions, but Morse had decided to rewrite the entire plot right before publication.

Since the magazine contained blatant defamatory content against the Xuan family—his family, for which he was now the Patriarch—he couldn’t allow it to circulate. But he wouldn’t delete them entirely; instead, he planned to give them new, less scandalous roles. Most importantly, he decreed that no one was to lay a finger on the "Hero’s women."

The new blueprint for Gold for the Treehouse was displayed before everyone.

"The plot this time is pure madness," Morse declared. "Instead of those NTR elements... we’re adding more blondes. We all love blondes, don’t we?"

The head of the workshop looked at him, bewildered. "But... Lord Morse... the printing finished yesterday. The magazines were released last night, and we’ve already sold two thousand copies. I was planning to send you the lead author’s royalties this morning, but you arrived in person."

Two thousand copies since last night?! Where the hell are we?! Morse’s expression darkened to a coal-black, while Ni Ni Layan stood beside him, clutching her stomach as she laughed at his misery.

Now, he was about to become the reason for his own family’s ruined reputation, only one day after becoming Patriarch. He needed to call the Secret Unit immediately; the roots had to be torn out.

"Sir, I have more bad news," the worker added hesitantly. "The rival printing press stole the work and has already started distributing it outside the Jian Province."

Morse’s jaw hit the floor.

The issue wasn’t just the intellectual property theft—it was the fact that the spread had become completely uncontrollable.

Ni Ni Layan leaned toward him, wearing the most spiteful, gloating smile he had ever seen. She was savoring every second of his agony.

In the previous editions, he had portrayed the members of the Xuan family as humiliated cuckolds and masochists who enjoyed licking boots. He gave them "tiny rockets" and depicted them as thieves who stole the Hero’s women despite their incompetence. Morse had wanted revenge on his family by any means necessary, but now, his past self was the one taking revenge on him.

"In my opinion... we should issue more copies. That way, we can compete aggressively in the market!"

one of the printers suggested enthusiastically.

The men in the workshop were now debating how to broadcast the scandal even wider, as if the universe’s irony would never cease.

"Hahaha! Lord Morse, you should congratulate me! I knew this would happen, so..."

Morse looked at the man, desperately clinging to a shred of hope. Finally, some good news, he thought.

"So... I sold the distribution rights to five different provinces! And we get 70% of the revenue! Can you believe our luck?!"

Morse was shattered. He had just become the first Clan Leader in history to single-handedly annihilate his own family’s reputation in record time.

"Guys, how in the hell did you publish the magazine without my explicit permission?!" he barked.

The workers exchanged confused glances, baffled by his sudden change of heart. "Sir, you told us yourself the last time you were here—if you disappeared for a full day without word, we were to publish immediately."

Morse remembered now. At that time, he was terrified of being assassinated by Sheng Shi; he had issued that order as a "poison pill" to ensure his family’s reputation burned along with him.

"Right... I did say that," he muttered.

But he hadn’t planned on actually becoming the Patriarch. Now, he faced a dilemma:

1. Release a revised, even crazier and more spectacular version of the magazine to make the old "defamatory" version fade into obscurity.

2. Use brute force to suppress it—which would only confirm to the world that the Xuan family was indeed the target of those insults, causing them to lose face forever.

Most strategic minds would choose silence, as any reaction is an implicit admission. But Morse needed fresh, dazzling ideas for the new volume. And then, he realized the solution had been standing right in front of him all along.

He looked at Ni Ni Layan, who was still doubling over with laughter at his expense. He grabbed her arm, dragged her into his private office at the press, and bolted every lock on the door.

Ni Ni Layan looked at him with a radiant, predatory smile. "

What now? Are you so frustrated that you need a release? Don’t worry... you can vent all that frustration on me."

She began to undress, but Morse stopped her with a firm hand.

"No. Don’t you have the ability to change your body’s shape?"

This was one of the Phoenix’s most legendary abilities in the novel—the power to mimic any woman. Although her current original form was already peak attraction, Morse had a different vision.

"Ni Ni Layan... I want you to imitate the most captivating women you have ever seen in your life."

After all, what is the most important factor in any adult work? Simple: the character design.

Ni Ni Layan’s expression grew more complex as she weighed Morse’s request. As a Phoenix, she possessed the innate ability to reshape her appearance at will.

But now, he was asking her to mimic the most captivating women she had ever laid eyes on in her long life.

"You don’t understand," Morse explained quickly, sensing her hesitation. "We can escape this crisis by illustrating these women in the new volumes. Once we release the improved edition, the previous scandal will fade into the background."

It was a brilliant plan. She had the power, but she wasn’t going to give it for free.

"How much will you pay?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. "And as you know, I have no use for money."

Morse threw his arms up in a gesture of surrender.

"As I told you, you’ve already taken all my tools. I have nothing left. You can do whatever you want with me later..."

Reluctantly, Ni Ni Layan agreed. She began searching her memories, summoning the visages of the Fairies from the Upper World. Instantly, she brought forth the image of Fairy Haimin—a beauty so profound it could split mountains and part rivers.

Morse watched in awe as Ni Ni Layan’s form shifted. Silky black hair cascaded down, framing sleepy green eyes and a physique that defied logic. Her allure was timeless, irresistible.

10 out of 10, Morse thought. This form alone would have millions of fans across the continent.

He grabbed his sketchpad and brush, his hand blurring as he captured her likeness and character traits. His incredible skills allowed him to finish in fifteen minutes, but that wasn’t fast enough. He needed more speed. He deployed his smart robots to work alongside him, reducing the next sketch to six minutes. Still too slow.

Morse opened the System and purchased state-of-the-art drawing tools, premium inks, and high-precision artistic droids.

Next was the Saintess of the Flesh and Blood Sect from the Upper World. 10 out of 10, simple as that.

Then came the Empress of the Clouded Stars. She was unique, with eyes the color of star charts and skin as smooth as milk. Wow.

Then, the Little Sister of the Black Dragon Sect... Morse’s entire definition of female beauty was being rewritten in real-time. He realized how foolish he had been, how low the "heavens" of his imagination were, and how pale and lifeless all the women he had drawn in his past truly were.

He finally understood: these were real women 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Two hours later, the sketchpad—now containing fifty pages of pure artistic brilliance—was complete. Those fifty pages were so densely packed with celestial beauties that even without a plot, they were more than enough to captivate every living soul in the province.

He had prepared all the women. Now, it was time to show the printing press what real "content" looked like.

Morse unlocked the door and swung it open, only to find every single worker in the workshop standing right there, huddled outside his office.

"What on earth are you all doing here...?" Morse asked, blinking in surprise.

The workers looked tense, but their faces were etched with a mix of frustration and awkwardness. Finally, one of them spoke up.

"Sir... look, we know all this news is great, but that doesn’t mean you have to take your lady into the office right now. We have work to do! Look... how about you just go back inside? I promise we won’t make a sound. You can keep doing... whatever it was you were doing."

Morse couldn’t believe it. After all that grueling artistic labor, he was still being misunderstood in the most degrading way possible.

Without a word, he slammed the sketchpad into the chest of the workshop manager—the same man who had bragged about the seventy percent revenue share.

As the manager flipped open the first page, and the workers crowded around to glimpse the contents, their jaws didn’t just drop—they practically hit the floor. The silence in the workshop became heavy, broken only by the rapid sound of pages turning.

"The heavens... the heavens are truly unfair," the manager whispered, his hands trembling. "To think such women could even exist... I knew it! There is no one like Lord Morse. He is the undisputed Porn King!"