Creak, creak—
The sound of wood rubbing.
“Again!”
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“Fight again!”
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“Don’t be a coward, keep going!”
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“Once my injuries heal, you’re definitely dead!”
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“Sis, I was wrong, I surrender…”
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“Hey, hey, don’t come over…”
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“Sis, there’s really nothing left…”
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Early the next morning, a gaunt figure crawled out of the palace, trembling.
His body was wrapped in bandages, his eyes were sunken, and his legs trembled.
“Damn it, this crazy woman is so fierce…” Fang Yuan muttered, leaning on the doorknob and staggering to his feet.
Before he could escape from the devil’s den, a pink silk ribbon flew over, firmly locking his body, and pulling him back sharply.
Clang, the door was tightly locked.
Fang Yuan fell back onto the bed, looking utterly devoid of life.
He stared blankly at the ceiling with dead eyes.
Min Hong smiled sweetly, propping her head up, and lightly brushed Fang Yuan’s chest with her other hand, “Oh, that’s all it takes for you to be done? Weren’t you quite capable before?”
Fang Yuan’s mouth twitched slightly, but he said nothing.
From yesterday until now, even an ox couldn’t endure this, could it?
Seeing his appearance, Min Hong stopped teasing him. While getting dressed, she said, “From now on, you are a member of Yanxia Peak. Once your injuries heal, I will hold the disciple acceptance ceremony.”
“You have several Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters above you. If you have any questions, you can ask them. If they can’t solve it, then come to me.”
Fang Yuan turned his head, looking at Min Hong’s graceful body, and said weakly, “What exactly did you do to me? Why can’t I feel a trace of spiritual energy?”
Min Hong finished buttoning the last button, turned around, leaned close to Fang Yuan’s ear, exhaled a warm breath, and said softly, “If it weren’t for your good performance, you would have already become a dried corpse.”
“This is a cultivation technique of the Hehuan Sect, called the Yin Yang Dual Cultivation Art.” Min Hong tossed a cultivation manual onto Fang Yuan’s body, then slowly stood up and continued, “Once you cultivate this technique to the fifth layer, you will be able to perform dual cultivation with me. For now, you are merely being unilaterally exploited by me.”
“Keep it up, little brother~”
Min Hong chuckled, her eyes full of teasing.
“Oh, right, cultivating this technique requires a cauldron, preferably a female cultivator at the same realm as you. You can choose any female disciple on Yanxia Peak, except for your Senior Sisters. It doesn’t matter even if they die.”
With that, Min Hong vanished from the spot.
Fang Yuan was stunned for a long while, then casually picked up the cultivation manual. After flipping through a few pages, he immediately opened the virtual interface and sent a request for help to Chu Huaian.
【Xian Ge, do you have any great tonic pills? I’m being bullied by a woman in the Hehuan Sect. Requesting support from headquarters!】
Xian Ge: 【There are, but it’s not a long-term solution.】
Fang Yuan felt a little disappointed and was about to close the virtual interface when Chu Huaian sent another message.
Xian Ge: 【The Hehuan Sect has a cultivation technique called the Yin Yang Dual Cultivation Art. Try to get it.】
Fang Yuan was startled and immediately replied: 【I have it! It’s right here in my hand.】
After the message was sent, it took about ten seconds before Chu Huaian sent a message.
【I will transmit another cultivation technique to you, the Inverted Phoenix Primordial Nurturing Skill. This technique is male-dominated and perfectly complements the Yin Yang Dual Cultivation Art. After cultivating it, even if someone’s realm is one level higher than yours, you can still gain the upper hand.】
Fang Yuan’s face lit up with joy as he carefully read both cultivation techniques.
The books explained that men are outwardly yang and inwardly yin, while women are outwardly yin and inwardly yang.
If one party’s realm is too high, unilateral extraction will lead to an imbalance of yin and yang. In severe cases, it can lead to death and the dissipation of one’s Dao; in minor cases, it can result in a regression of cultivation, severed meridians, and becoming an ordinary person.
The Inverted Phoenix Primordial Nurturing Skill just so happened to compensate for this deficiency. The higher the female cultivator’s realm, the stronger the primordial qi that is returned, making it a supreme cultivation technique tailor-made for male cultivators.
Fang Yuan was engrossed in his research, not leaving his room for three whole days.
It wasn’t until the fourth day that he closed the cultivation manual, his eyes bursting with boundless fighting intent.
He felt terrifyingly strong now, wishing he could fight Min Hong for another three hundred rounds to reclaim his lost dignity.
He stretched, took a nice shower, got dressed, and prepared to go out.
The sun was just right today, warming his body pleasantly.
Fang Yuan walked out of the palace, hands in his pockets, and headed out of the courtyard towards the morning sun.
Outside was a winding path that led to a plaza.
From afar, Fang Yuan saw a group of female disciples waving long swords in the plaza. Their graceful figures, highlighted by the sunlight, appeared extremely charming and alluring.
As Fang Yuan walked over, all the disciples stopped what they were doing and uniformly bowed to him, “Greetings, Senior Brother Fang Yuan.”
Hmm???
A big question mark appeared above Fang Yuan’s head.
What was going on?
After two seconds of stunned, Fang Yuan realized what was happening and immediately smiled, waving his hand, “Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters, you’ve worked hard.”
As he spoke, Fang Yuan quickly scanned all the female disciples. Each one was more youthful and beautiful than the last, making Fang Yuan’s eyes gleam.
At the same time, many disciples were also secretly observing Fang Yuan.
He had neat short hair, sword-like eyebrows, and starry eyes. His facial features weren't exceptionally outstanding, only slightly above average, but what stood out most was his aura—full of confidence, with a hint of rebelliousness in his eyes.
After that battle, Fang Yuan and Qin Hao’s reputations had already spread within the Hehuan Sect.
Some outer and inner disciples had been inquiring about Fang Yuan and Qin Hao these past few days, wanting to learn more about these two talented disciples.
During this process, Min Hong announced that Fang Yuan would be the eleventh direct disciple of Yanxia Peak, with the disciple acceptance ceremony to be held on a chosen date.
As soon as this news broke, those restless female disciples immediately couldn’t sit still. They would frequently run to Yanxia Peak, their goal being to encounter Fang Yuan.
Qin Hao had a similar experience to Fang Yuan.
He was taken in as a direct disciple by the old woman. As for whether he was tormented, that remained unknown.
Fang Yuan’s purpose in coming out was to visit Qin Hao, satisfy his gossip-loving heart, and also to see Fan Xiaomei and Zhao Mubai.
He didn’t expect to encounter this scene right after stepping out.
At this moment, a woman in a tight-fitting training suit walked up to Fang Yuan and said, “Junior Brother Fang Yuan, why didn’t you greet your Senior Sister when you saw her?”
Fang Yuan turned his head at the sound.
The woman had a curvaceous figure, delicate features, and fair skin with rosy lips. According to Fang Yuan’s scoring standard, this woman was around 8.3 points.
The 0.3 points were because the woman had a pair of captivating eyes that constantly exuded charm.
This was a master!
Fang Yuan exclaimed inwardly, at least a ruthless character who had taken on a hundred men!
“As a newcomer, I hope Senior Sister will forgive me.” Fang Yuan cupped his fists casually, then added, “May I know Senior Sister’s name?”
“I am your Third Senior Sister, Murong Qing.” The woman’s eyes scrutinized Fang Yuan up and down, a subtle flicker of passion in her gaze.
“Oh, so it’s Third Senior Sister. Well, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now. Please continue with your work.”
Normally, Fang Yuan might have been interested in bantering with such a flirtatious woman, but now, with his yang energy drained, he had no such thoughts.
However, Murong Qing clearly had no intention of letting him go. She moved to block his path, her back to the other disciples.
“Junior Brother, Master said you need to recuperate recently and cannot leave Yanxia Peak.”
“What? You want to restrict my freedom?” Fang Yuan raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on Murong Qing.
“Junior Brother, you misunderstand. Master told us to take good care of you. If you want to leave, Senior Sister will not stop you, but you must promise Senior Sister one thing.”
“What is it?” Fang Yuan asked, puzzled.
“Recently, Senior Sister’s cultivation has been stagnant. I wonder if Junior Brother could help?”
As Murong Qing spoke, she leaned slightly forward, her eyes fixed on Fang Yuan without blinking.
???
Are these masters and disciples taking turns?
Do they think I’m livestock?
The more Fang Yuan thought about it, the angrier he got. If a tiger doesn’t roar, do you think I’m a sick cat?
“Time, place, people!”
“Right now, the place is Senior Sister’s room, and as for the people, Junior Brother, how many do you want?”
What… the hell???