Longevity Sect,
"You understand your work, right?" The woman in her forties, who had reached the 9th stage of the Physical Tempering Stage, instructed the young man.
"Yes, Deacon Li," Wang Dong replied with a polite smile.
Deacon Li nodded. "Good, remember to come to me first thing tomorrow morning. You will assist me directly."
With that, she turned and left. The moment her footsteps faded, Wang Dong's smile vanished, his face falling.
Born into a cultivation family with a weak spiritual root, Wang Dong was never meant to be a cultivator. Yet, driven by determination, he had somehow managed to join the small Longevity Sect as an outer sect servant. But now that he was here, he wondered quietly, "Now that I'm here, why don't I feel any happiness?"
His thoughts grew heavy as he turned toward the servant quarters, where four other servants shared a room. Just as they saw Wang Dong entering, they ignored him completely, distancing themselves from him.
Wang Dong did not understand why, but he found a quiet corner and lay down. Sleep embraced him, but unease lingered in his mind.
The next morning, just as Wang Dong was leaving for work, he was stopped by a group of servants blocking his path.
"Be careful, your life is going downhill since you offended Servant Shi," one warned.
"I don't even know anyone named Shi. How could I have offended them?" Wang Dong asked, confused.
The servants exchanged glances, then silently dispersed without explanation.
Puzzled by their strange behavior, Wang Dong made his way to Deacon Li's quarters. There, in her white robes, she was sorting papers, leaning on the table; her curves were clearly visible to Wang Dong, who hadn't noticed this earlier, but Deacon Li's beauty was comparable to, or even more satisfying than, the young women in the sect.
'Mature woman's allure is something else' He thought when She sensed someone behind her and turned to meet Wang Dong's gaze.
He collected his thoughts and greeted her. Deacon Li smiled. "You are on time. Come sort these papers for me." She handed him a stack of paperwork.
"The reason I chose you to assist me is simple—you can read and write. That, not many servants have such skills," she explained calmly.
Wang Dong nodded, silent gratitude welling in his chest, but he couldn't help glancing back at her curves as Deacon Li sat in the same room and began cultivating while he started working on the papers.
Hours passed.
Suddenly, Wang Dong heard a harsh cough. He looked up and saw Deacon Li struggling, blood staining her lips. Alarmed, he rushed to her side.
"Deacon Li?"
She continued coughing, clearly in distress, and pointed towards her back. Wang Dong reached out to rub her back, but the layered fabric of her dress made his efforts clumsy.
Her eyes widen, blood keep gushing out of her mouth with every cough.
Sensing the urgency, Deacon Li signaled him to loosen her dress. Without hesitation, Wang Dong carefully loosened her robe, his hands rubbing her bare back.
While holding Deacon Li and rubbing her back, Wang Dong saw her dress around her chest had fallen, exposing her big chest, but the longer she coughed, the more her chest unbalanced her body.
Deacon Li held his other hand, pointing for him to rub her upper chest as well. Suddenly, she began feeling better after Wang Dong's rub. Meanwhile, Wang Dong gulped, his eyes fixed on her big peaches as he began rubbing just between them.
At that moment, a strange sound echoed in his mind—a sound like the will of heaven itself.
HEAVENLY YIN-YANG QI ACCELERATION PHYSIQUE ACTIVATED.
Just after this announcement, an hourglass-like Yin-Yang chart materialized in front of Wang Dong, visible only to him.
On the other hand, Deacon Li, who had a premonition that she might die or lose her cultivation even if she survived, suddenly felt a gust of Qi flowing inside her.
Even when she wasn't cultivating, she could feel her crumbling cultivation returning to its peak. Involuntarily, she muttered, "More..."
Wang Dong's full attention was on the Yin-Yang symbol, and he didn't realize that his hand, which had been rubbing her upper chest, was now on Deacon Li's peaches. He squeezed them like wet flour, causing Deacon Li to close her eyes, feeling her breakthrough—a miracle happening to her.
In front of Wang Dong was a Yin-Yang symbol spinning, but Wang Dong felt nothing. It intrigued him, but he couldn't understand it.
He continued watching the symbol until he realized that Deacon Li's condition had subsided.
His attention shifted to the hand still rubbing her peaches. "Oh shit…" he cursed, realizing he had crossed the line. But then he saw Deacon Li's expression—"She is enjoying this?"
The question arose in his heart, but fearing he might lose his only job, he chose to distance himself from her. He returned to the table, finished sorting the remaining papers, and left, while Deacon Li continued cultivating in her room.
Instead of returning to the servant quarters, he sat under a nearby tree, feeling the urge to cultivate, as the Yin-Yang symbol had yet to disperse.
"What are you?" he muttered, deciding to cultivate and see if his urges were strong enough.
At first, he felt normal—the same cultivation speed as usual. But then, the floating symbol returned inside his body, creating a vortex of Qi that shook him.
Before he could fully realize what was happening, Wang Dong's Body Tempering cultivation leaped from the 1st stage to the 2nd stage, stopping just at the gates of the 3rd stage.