Milfs: Dual Cultivation

1 day passed...

2 days passed...

And finally, 3 days passed...

But what was happening? The emperor didn't make a move.

Not a single person had appeared to attack the sect.

"Huh? The emperor didn't make a move? What happened to those grandmasters and Saints? I even added more array and enchanted them with more runes," Xian Tian said in a small tone while sitting on his sect throne.

"I don't know... It seems The emperor no longer plans to harass us," The Great Elder Lao said back feeling a little relieved.

"Hmm!? I wonder what made them change their mind?" Xian Tian wondered, after all, such war can't be stooped such easily.

The sect is gathering all the dense Qi here and even slaughtered the imperial army, how could? Just how could the emperor let it go like it was nothing?

Xian Tian finds it hard to believe that emperor was silent.

Probably something must happened because by no means emperor was an intellectual being who would realize his mistake and come to a logical conclusion.

"Perhaps someone above the Emperor must have stopped his bloodline from the stop existing," Xian Tian pondered lightly.

As Xian Tian sat on his throne, his mind churned with the possibilities knowing damn well that It was unlike the emperor to abandon a grudge so easily, especially after the humiliating defeat of his army.

The tension between the sect and the empire was longstanding, and for it to vanish overnight seemed far too convenient.

"Could it be a trap?" Xian Tian mused, tapping his fingers thoughtfully on the armrest.

"Or maybe the emperor has a hidden card he's yet to play,"

The Great Elder Lao shook his head.

"Sect Master, I don't sense any trickery. The imperial forces have genuinely pulled back. I believe there may be a larger force at play here, beyond what we're aware of,"

Xian Tian's eyes narrowed.

"Larger force… Could it be someone in the shadows, perhaps a figure even the emperor fears?"

Since the emperor was young hot headed trash, it could be possible that emperor was a mere pawn at someone's else game.

Just then, a disciple hurried into the throne room, bowing deeply before speaking. "Sect Master! A messenger has arrived from the imperial capital. He claims to bring urgent news regarding the emperor's recent silence,"

Xian Tian and Elder Lao exchanged a quick, knowing glance.

"Bring him in," Xian Tian ordered, his voice calm yet commanding.

Moments later, the messenger entered, a humble figure whose demeanor seemed laden with fear and tension.

He knelt before Xian Tian, his forehead touching the cold stone floor as if he were a Japanese man begging for forgiveness.

"Sect Master Xian Tian," the messenger began, his voice trembling, "I bring word from… The emperor. He said; he is sorry for his action and begged for forgiveness and sent this handwritten letter,"

With that, Xian Tian waved his hand and the letter flew towards Xian Tian.

As soon as he looked at the letter, Xian Tian realized he was illiterate and couldn't understand this language.

Wait... It's not Xian Tian who was illiterate but Emperor's handwriting was shit.

Not knowing what was written here, Xian Tian handed the letter to the Great Elder so he could tell what was written here.

The great elder grabbed the letter and looked at it... "Sect Master, this is a wonderful illustration of crow's poop,"

Listening to this, Xian Tian almost laughed hard.

The whole throne room fell into a hushed silence, with a few stifled chuckles escaping from the nearby elder who were almost invisible and unnoticeable few moments ago.

Even Elder Lao's typically stoic face betrayed a flicker of amusement.

"Illustration of crow's poop, huh?" Xian Tian smirked, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

"Seems the emperor's skills are as refined in writing as they are in warfare."

The messenger, visibly trembling, dared not lift his gaze.

He inwardly cursed the emperor who never took his literature lesson and but was engaged in some erotic lesson with hand maidens.

Not to mention, He could feel the barely-contained laughter in the room, and his own embarrassment at delivering such a poorly written message was painfully apparent.

"Let me guess," Xian Tian said, casting an amused glance at Elder Lao.

"This 'handwritten apology' looks more like a desperate scrawl than a genuine plea?"

Elder Lao nodded, holding the letter at arm's length, as though it were something vile.

"Indeed, Sect Master. The letter is almost illegible… but from what I can decipher, it's a string of disjointed phrases begging for mercy and mentioning 'divine intervention.' It seems our emperor has experienced a sudden enlightenment... or perhaps fear,"

Xian Tian couldn't help but chuckle. "Fear, no doubt. It's unlike him to admit defeat without outside persuasion. For someone who wants to harass us endlessly, this is quite the turn,"

The Great Elder looked thoughtfully at Xian Tian.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Perhaps this benefactor you mentioned has intervened more forcefully than we expected. It could be that the emperor received… a warning,"

Xian Tian's expression darkened slightly, the humor fading.

"If someone with the power to intimidate the emperor is on our side, then we should remain cautious. This benefactor may be an ally now, but alliances can shift..."

He turned his gaze to the trembling messenger.

"Return to your emperor. Tell him we have received his… elegant and most beautiful letter. For now, the sect shall leave him in peace, but he should not test our patience again,"

The messenger nodded vigorously, relief flooding his face as he backed out of the room.

Once he was gone, Xian Tian leaned back on his throne, a small smile still playing on his lips knowing that the emperor might truly be a pawn and someone above doesn't wish to fight anyone.

"Perhaps," he mused aloud, "I'll keep this letter as a reminder of our esteemed emperor's poetic skills," He said while laughing at this letter.

The elders laughed openly this time, and even Elder Lao allowed himself a rare smile.

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Meanwhile,

"Lady Fuyu... Why are you still here? You have been in this Icy Yin pool for three days," A sexy Lady donned in red dress uttered.

"Qingyun... I need to bath for seven days, using my powers have messed by body's yin producing functions," She said.

They were both Yakxas, the beautiful assassin, and Lady Fuyu.

"Hmm!? Is that man really that impressive that you need his Yang essence?" Qingyun asked.

"Of course, a maiden like you will never understand... However, that man is actually special and blessed," Lady Fuyu uttered.

Not only Qingyun but all Yakxas knew about Lady Fuyu and her devil origin.

Even though she was blessed with the devilish power of absorbing origin, she was titled Yakxas as the world they are currently in, is put inside a barrier.

This made it hard for everyone to ascend, especially Yakxas who were highly gifted thus they had to join hands with Lady Fuyu and put their bet on that Devil heart which was key to shattering the barrier, that way the Yakxas could ascend.

But with the destruction of Devil heart, all Yakxas were devastated, however, Lady Fuyu said she would handle this matter.

And now she needs to create a second devil heart.

However, to create that heart she needs lots of Qi and even has to sacrifice half of her life span.

That's why she was cleansing her body so, she could engage in sexual activity with Xian Tian.

Lady Fuyu slowly emerged from the icy pool, water cascading down her porcelain skin.

"Nonetheless, You are right, Qingyun. That man possesses a unique essence, one that could prove invaluable in crafting the new Devil Heart," she said, her voice low and determined.

Qingyun approached her, her hips swaying seductively. "And you intend to acquire this essence through... carnal means?" she purred, tracing a finger along Lady Fuyu's collarbone.

Lady Fuyu's eyes darkened with desire. "Indeed. His Yang energy is potent, and I must absorb it fully. It is the only way to restore the balance and ensure our ascension," she replied, her breath quickening.

Qingyun leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Lady Fuyu's ear.

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"Then you must seduce him thoroughly. Make him crave your touch, your very being. Only then will he willingly surrender his essence to you," she whispered, her hand trailing down Lady Fuyu's stomach.

Lady Fuyu shivered at Qingyun's touch, her resolve hardening.

"Yes, I will make him mine. I will drain him dry, leaving nothing but a husk behind," she declared, her eyes blazing with determination.

Qingyun smiled wickedly, her hand dipping lower, teasing the sensitive skin just above Lady Fuyu's womanhood.

"And when you have drained him, when you have absorbed every last drop of his Yang energy, you will be one step closer to your goal. One step closer to shattering the barrier and ascending to heights beyond our wildest dreams," she purred, her fingers dancing along Lady Fuyu's slit.

Lady Fuyu gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.

"Yes, yes! I will do it! I will seduce that man and drain him dry!" she cried out, her body trembling with need.

Qingyun nodded and headed back maintaining a stoic cold face.

However, she still wondered how it feels to have sex.