Meanwhile, after sneaking back into the Liberation Temple with Tusha’s cover, Xinzi enjoyed a well-deserved time out while the loot he’d earned or blackmailed arrived from three different sources. In our monk’s large study, with six opposed statues of jackals, wolves and foxes leaning against busty nuns, Xinzi sat in his armchair, surrounded by A’Zhi and A’Zhu, who massaged his shoulders with tender care while, underneath the desk, Yan Le hid, pumping the monk’s cock in her throat.
Intense slurping sounds coupled with the initiate’s dripping saliva to paint a rather erotic picture, and sensing her monastic boss’ meat-slab tense up, Yan Le sped up the pace while still rotating her lips to stimulate every inch of his pulsing cock.
Noticing that the voracious initiate was about to drain some milk out of him, Xinzi sneaked one hand under the desk, tapping her cheek to make her slow down. The initiate got the message, reducing her slurping speed so our monk could spend more time enjoying the vacuuming process.
At the same time, Xinzi’s eyes swept the room, moving past the 15 nubile nuns that crowded it. Twelve lined up in even pairs before the statues. Two guarded the door, while one last nun stood before Xinzi’s desk, presenting the storage bags and their contents. Though we call them nuns for lack of better terms, the 15 gals had yet to earn the title, and unlike the initiates, wore long lilac veils that covered half their faces and all their hair.
“Our Liberation Temple’s numbers have risen faster than I expected them to. From now on, you are the initiates. A’Zhi, A’Zhu and Yan Le will be promoted to nuns after returning to the Foundation Building stage. Promotion here will not just depend on cultivation bases. Seniority and Lianist accomplishments in my Creed of Liberation will also play a role as well. I assume that the likes of Lord Hanxing and the oldest of Dong clan elders should be able to recognize some of the Li clan’s features in your faces. For safety’s sake, you will wear these veils until we can ensure that their reaction to your true background will not affect us. Use the opportunity generated by these fetters to study and seek enlightenment in my Creed of Liberation.”
“Thank you Abbot for your care.” Following Xinzi’s words, the initiates bowed in thanks. Though our monk was not a huge fan of seniority-based hierarchy, he had to reward those that had been by his side and provided loyal services for decades, centuries or more. How could he abandon them to mediocrity solely because they couldn’t make it on their own? That wasn’t the type of environment that Xinzi wanted to develop.
The initiate tasked with presenting the storage bags got to work, unveiling the Dark Moon cult and Burning Spear supercity’s “rewards.” At the same time, Guang Fanghu’s 10 million spirit stones and the deeds to the Xihai Dark Chamber of Commerce lay there as well—adding to the Soaring Crane mountain’s riches to produce a shocking haul.
In cash alone, Xinzi had exceeded 250 million. Total net worth wise, he approached the 400 million mark.
The spirit stones earned from subduing all the disciples during the Yin-Yang Sword contest came as well, but had now become so negligible they weren’t not worth mentioning. After all, the roughly 250 male disciples on average netted about 1,500 spirit stones each—adding up to a grand total of about 375,000 spirit stones, with Xiao Hu alone accounting for 36,000. And this doesn’t even account for the dozens that died during the male contest, bringing the numbers closer to 300,000. These might look like staggering numbers to a Pulse Condensation level expert, but to Xinzi, who could now count on hundreds of millions in cash, and more in total net worth, it was no better than pocket change.
This level of wealth could make a lone Divine Transformation level expert salivate. Rich! The monk was rich! So rich that he could lay in a pool of cash, commanding his initiates to fill the Dongli streets with his wealth. This wealth had nothing to do with the Hengye clan. It was Xinzi’s own—the proper result of his foul accomplishments. The sensation of having made it with his own two hands filled our monk with glee. He wished to cackle like a fool, but knew that he had to maintain a certain level of austerity before the new recruits. Still, his cock tensed between Yan Le’s supple lips, and his milk spurted out—she swallowed every bit.
“Abbot, how mean of you! You could have warned me.”
“Don’t act as if you didn’t enjoy every bit of it.”
“Don’t expose me before the new girls. I have appearances to maintain as well.” As if reading through Xinzi’s thoughts, Yan Le said, passed one hand through her new body’s long, curly black hair and sneaked out from underneath the desk. “A’Le, you were born in Burning Spear supercity,” Xinzi said. The statement took Yan Le by surprise, making her trip up and lurch as she tried to regain her footing. It wasn’t just Yan Le. Xinzi’s words also took A’Zhi, A’Zhu and the new initiates aback, making them wonder where such an outrageous statement was coming from.
“Dear Abbot, please don’t scare me like this. Before you gave me this new body, I was just a barely above average cultivator. How could I have been born in a place where, slaves aside, Spirit Nobles and the strongest human clans of Yanzhou gather? Heck, even Burning Spear supercity’s slaves on average have better achievements than I did.” Yan Le broke into a nervous laugh—fiddling with her hands. In the initiates’ ears, the words made perfect sense. But in Xinzi’s eyes, they were like a castle of sand—vulnerable to the tiniest probe.
“I couldn’t be sure before, but don’t forget that I’ve held your soul for a moment. You were born in a Flame Spirit’s house—one from Burning Spear supercity. I can even tell your family name.” Tilting his head to the left, Xinzi peered into Yan Le’s eyes and said in a clear, direct tone. Alarmed, Yan Le dropped to her knees, prostrating herself at Xinzi’s feet.
“Abbot, I swear that I wouldn’t…”
“It’s fine, I understand.” Xinzi cut Yan Le short, and waved for her to stand up. “If there’s nothing you can do about them, and no benefit in the reveal, certain things are best left unsaid. This knowledge would make even the White Immortal sect afraid of having any ties to you—to say nothing of our little Liberation Temple. You do not mean me, or any of us any harm, but were pushed into a position where being truthful about your background would only cause you problems. I do not blame you for this, but from now on, I want you and all the others to understand that here in the Liberation Temple—transparency is key,” Xinzi said, conjuring formless waves of spiritual power that lifted Yan Le up. Still in a daze, she trembled. The other initiates too trembled, more out of fear of Yan Le’s background than in awe of Xinzi’s words.
“Without transparency, our Sanctuary of Bliss can never become a reality. From here on, I hope that you will all keep this in mind and never hide anything from me—for throughout the Great Desolation world, and the four realms of existence, there is no truth that I cannot shoulder. Teach this to our future recruits. When we leave this place and sail across the Endless Sea, I too will reveal my background to you. I hope that by then, you will still be by my side.” In Xinzi’s words, Yan Le saw the confirmation of doubts and speculations that had already been brewing in her head.
But many years later, when the truth of Xinzi’s identity finally slapped the world in the face, she’d still marvel at how far away from the truth she really was—a matter for another time.
“Thank you Abbot for your guidance!” The initiates snapped out of their stupor, shifted their focus back onto their Abbot, and all bowed in tandem.
A silence settled in—broken only by A’Zhi and A’Zhu, who went back to massaging their abbot’s shoulders.
“Abbot, what about our original bodies?” The twins asked in sync.
“Your original bodies are resting in the Duality Nurturing Coffins. In the future, I will make sure that you can turn them into mighty clones. For now, we wait. The White Immortal sect leaders must be debating how to judge the Yin side of the Sword Contest. The Yang side was a complete stomp, so despite the disturbance, there isn’t much to say about that one. The Yin side, however, is slightly more complicated. We all know who would have won. But no one did win the fight. How then should they settle on the victor? Guang Fanghu will not bother to intervene, and Hanxing will be going into seclusion. Zi Yao alone will be calling the shots, and in that case, Chun Xu wins,” Xinzi said with complete confidence, making the twins’ eyes narrow in confusion.