After transferring a thank-you gift to Gary, Taylor proceeds to look up the address. A little research wouldn't hurt.

Apparently it was just a house. Nothing special about it.

On a whim, Taylor takes his search to the dark web, but still he finds nothing.

On another whim, Taylor goes into the cultivator part of the deep web and tries to match the address. Taylor didn't expect much but enough dots seemed to align and Taylor found something. Someone had setup a store in that house, selling an assortment of cultivator goods. Taylor looks up the stores history and apparently it hasn’t been around for long, which, by itself, is to be expected. Cultivators move around a lot depending on their lifestyle. Still though, it was a little suspicious that this store had no history before the blood moon.

Taylor decides to make contact and email the contact that was provided on their site.

Hey,

I hear this is the place for poison. Need all I can get. Get back to me soon.

Fireblade

Taylor stands up to make some coffee but he hears a ding on his computer. Taylor sighs and sits back down to open the email.

Gotta fill out the survey, my dude. After that, we can talk.

J.

Taylor groans. He opens the attachment.

Please fill out your supernatural orientation.

Werewolf

Vampire

Demon

Cultivator

Witch

Naturalist

...

…

Crowperson

My supernatural type is indefinable by mortal standards

Other

If you chose other, please explain in the box.

Taylor sighs and checks off cultivator. He was kind of tempted to check off the second last one, but this was business.

What is your current stage?

Taylor puts in six, before pausing to think about it and putting 4.

For a chance to win a free gift, please put in something violent or disgusting you’ve done. The top prize is a 1000 year-old Gu poison, cultivated with third-stage insects (effective against sixth stage cultivators). The second prize is a cursed dagger (current victim count: 12756). Third prize is any item for half price.

Taylor raises an eyebrow before typing his answer.

I once fucked my wife’s sister. It was super hot.

Taylor moves on to the next question.

What’s your victim count?

Taylor groans again. How the fuck would I know? He asks, a little annoyed, before raising an eyebrow and seeing an option for I’m not keeping track. Taylor checks it off and moves on.

You ever do a kid?

Taylor’s eyes widen. What the fuck kind of survey is this!? He asks himself, starting to get pissed.

Taylor quickly types: No, I’ve never done a kid, you sick fuck-

Suddenly, Taylor recalls a memory that he would have preferred to have hidden. Taylor sighs and deletes his response.

Okay, you caught me. I did a 17 year-old. Take my confession and go, prick.

Taylor rubs his eyes. This survey was beginning to get to him.

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done for sex?

Taylor groans again. Fucking survey! He thinks, completely pissed.

Fuck’s sake. Fine. I basically fucked my master’s girlfriend. I better find what I’m looking for, prick, or I’m beating your ass just for asking.

Taylor sighs and moves on to the next question.

Have you ever had the opportunity to fuck an unconscious person?

Taylor rubs his head and lets out a long groan. Fucking survey. I’m doing it. I’m going to kick this dude’s ass. He doesn’t even ask if I go through with it. Just the opportunity. This asshole’s targeting me and I know it. He thinks, processing his bitterness.

Taylor lets out a breath and writes his answer.

Yes, I have. You fucking prick.

Taylor quickly answers the other questions, not caring anymore, before saving it and sending it back.

Damn, dude. You’re a sick bastard.

A vein throbs on Taylor’s head. I’m going to kill this prick. He thinks with angry determination.

But you’re just the type of person my shop accepts. You’re in, my dude. Come by at midnight. And bring no one or there’ll be a target on your back.

J.

Taylor lets out a sigh of relief. Fuckin’ finally. He thinks, tired of the bullshit.