The cultivation room was quiet, enveloped in layers of formation light. Middle of them, a young boy sat cross-legged in the middle of the jade platform.
His breath rose and fell with a rhythm of a tortoise, inhaling spiritual energy, exhaling refined energy. Around him, bright-red spiritual energy surged violently, filling the room with waves of scorching pressure.
The red spiritual energy started moving with a purpose, flowing like a dragon. The energy did not disperse in different meridian pathways but according to his will, gathering in one spot below his belly button, referred to as Dantian.
Boom.
Lin Yang's body resonated with a low, muffled growl.
The red spiritual energy compressed and compressed, with increasing luminosity. Strands of *golden light* emerged inside the red, interweaving, softening the brutality.
His body began to change like meridians were trembling, his blood boiled.
"Condense."
He whispered quietly.
A blinding flash of light burst forth from within him.
In the very center of this dantian, a golden-red core formed. As soon as it shaped, a majestic energy burst forth, slamming against the walls of this formation and making them hum with a fierce vibration.
His eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes. He breathed slowly, a relaxed smile creeping up on him.
"So. I finally stepped into the Golden Core Realm."
He stood up. His tall figure was clad in a red-black robe, with intricate dragon designs shining faintly in the remaining spiritual light. His facial features were very attractive and refined with slanted eyebrows, straight nose, and lips curved in a perennial smile of confidence.
He is Lin Yang. His stance did not have an air of arrogance but an air of superiority exuded by one with ultimate strength.
'So… this was the cultivation world.'
He think in his heart as he condense his spiritual energy in his hands.
Only some time ago—or maybe days, he couldn't tell yet—he was an ordinary man. Now, he sat in a twenty-year-old body, position as Saint son in a great sect on the Tianxu Continent.
And not just any sect.
This was one of the Four Great Sects of the Central Lands.
What really made the scene even stranger was the disciples around him.
There are noble young women in flowing robes. Their slender waists, jade-like skin, eyes bright with spiritual light. Their auras varied, but most carried the calm confidence of cultivators who had already stepped onto the cultivation path.
There were men, but they were few.
Lin Yang estimated that more than eighty percent of the present disciples in sect, were female at first glance.
Calling it a "female sect" wouldn't be accurate.
Calling it almost one? That would not be an exaggeration either.
Just as the cultivation room returned to quiet— a knock heard on the door.
"Enter,"
He spoke after deactivating the Array Formation, quietly adjusting his robes.
The door opened, and a beautiful middle-aged woman entered. Her every moment was graceful and dignified, her cultivation deep. She had not been affected by time, which had left her with an air of maturity rather than old age.
She wore an elder's robes of high status, showing her high status in sect.
Lin Yang cupped his fists with some respect. "Elder Zhou, its have been some time when we last met."
She looked at Lin Yang once and her eyes subtly widened.
That aura.
Although he did not allow it to surge, the pressure of the Golden Core remained around his body.
A warm smile appeared on her face.
"Congratulations, Saint Lin," she said. "You have successfully broken through to the Golden Core Realm."
Lin Yang smiled faintly but did not speak.
Elder Zhou's eyes narrowed as she went on, "The Sect Master has spoken. You are to ready yourselves forthwith. The Bloodline Reception Ceremony will commence today."
Lin Yang's eyes fluttered.
Of course. today.
Every year, they would open the Divine Stele, which allowed newly accepted genuine disciples to go in for bloodline recognition. Those who passed would be able to unlock hidden bloodlines, with their future paths set higher than other cultivators.
And he—
As the newly appointed Saint, he was also compelled to join in.
He nodded without a moment's pause. "I understand. How much time it have to commence?"
"Good." she said. "It should be in half an hour."
"then i have some time to spend with Elder Zhou."
Lin Yang replied calmly, a faint smile playing on his lips.
She chuckled softly. "I am not young anymore, what time can Saint spend with me!"
"You have no idea what do you have." His voice dripping with dark promise — almost like a whisper from the devil, "I still want to discuss dao with you, elder!"
His gaze become more intensified as his hand slid to her waist, fingers pressing against the curve of her voluptuous hip. He pulled her even closer, until their bodies nearly touched, the air thick with seductive tension that was impossible to ignore.
"I thought saint would not like someone like me, an old lady."
Elder Zhou didn't resist; instead, she shifted her position subtly, allowing her hips to align more comfortably with his. A silent invitation that sent a thrill through Lin Yang.
Her body pressed against him, her soft curves messaging his muscles as if she was welcoming the closeness without reservation.
"You are still full of seductive allure in yourself. Even i could not reject."
He trailed his fingers along her jaw. He look at her ample breasts pressed against his chest, the warmth and fullness of them palpable through the thin fabric of her gown. The delicate material barely containing her as her tits threatened to spill out.
Her breath quickened, her eyes locked onto his with a knowing.
"Then what would you like to discuss." she teased in her sultry voice as her fingers wandered against the muscles of his chest.
His hands slid further down, as the fullness of her ass pressed against his palm. His hands sinking into her softness. The curve of her well-rounded hip fitting perfectly into his hands as if inviting him to explore further.
Her body responded to his touch and arching subtly, allowing him to feel the entirety of her curves under his possessive grip.
Her breath hitched as a breathless sound escaping her lips. His fingers sank into her, the sensation of his touch sending sparks of heat coursing through her.
Lin Yang's gaze never left hers, and the dark intensity in his eyes unwavering as he held her. Her action only fueled the hunger building within him, urging him to claim her now.
He leaned in as his lips grazing the sensitive spot just below her ear. His breath hot against her skin as he whispered, "You should ready yourself for upcoming discussion... dao of dual session."
Her smile widened, her fingers curling into his robe as she felt the insistent pressure of his hands against her busty ass. His grip both firm and filled with a barely restrained hunger.