Free Web NovelChapter 21: 21. Training & Teaching
The grand training hall of the Dragon Pavilion was an expansive sanctuary constructed entirely from heavy, spirit-suppressing obsidian blocks.
Massive arrays were carved deep into the floor tiles, glowing with a faint, deep blue luminescence that swallowed residual shockwaves and prevented even the most violent spiritual fluctuations from escaping the room.
Zip. Crack. Flicker.
The quiet atmosphere of the hall was shattered as a sudden, localized vacuum tore through the center of the room.
My silhouette vanished from the eastern corner, leaving behind nine untraceable sword-qi phantoms woven from residual stardust, only to materialize instantly twenty paces away near the western wall.
I was executing the Nine Shadows Void Step, a Heaven-grade movement technique that allowed my Peak Nascent Soul cultivation base to momentarily slip past the physical restrictions of the mortal plane.
’Lucy, track my movements,’ I communicated mentally, pacing my breathing to keep my physical rhythm precise. ’Keep a continuous scan on my alignment during this spatial transition and call out every single mistake. I want this technique perfected.’
’Hmm... so you only remember me when you need me, is that it?’ Lucy replied, her voice shifting into a sharp, delightfully petulant pout. It was an entirely transparent, playfully angry act, yet she still kept the tracking sensors meticulously active within my mind without missing a single beat.
’Honestly, you spend five whole days locked away enjoying your head maid, and the moment you need to grind your cultivation techniques, you come running back to your system manager to do the heavy lifting.’
’I love you, Lucy. You are the best system manager I could ever ask for,’ I communicated mentally, my thoughts carrying a remarkably smooth, velvety tone that brushed directly against her consciousness.
The sudden, unadulterated praise caught her completely off guard.
The simulated anger vanished instantly, replaced by a soft, flustered gasp that echoed cleanly through my sea of consciousness. I could practically feel her digital realm vibrating, her mature, seductive composure momentarily shattering as she tried to regain her footing.
’Y-You... always saying things like that so smoothly’, Lucy mumbled, her voice dropping into an incredibly sweet, flustered murmur that completely betrayed her earlier attitude.
’Fine... I will let it slide this time. Just... pull your center of mass forward into the spatial folds right now, Jianxiao. Your alignment is slipping by three inches on the left step because you are rushing the rotation.’
I shifted my stance instantly, implementing her suggestion. My divine-grade passive skill, Indomitable Sovereign Mind, kept me completely detached and logical, allowing me to process her guidance with absolute, cold precision.
Pop.
The air rippled like a disturbed pond. My physical form dissolved once more, completely bypassing the intervening space without creating so much as a single gust of wind.
The moment I materialized, another set of nine flawless, untraceable sword-qi phantoms flickered briefly behind me before dissolving into mist, confirming a perfect execution.
With my footwork warmed up, it was time to cycle through my offensive arsenal.
I extended my right hand, tapping into my spatial inventory. A pulse of profound, ancient energy rippled through the hall as my fingers wrapped around the hilt of the Heaven Severing Sword.
The blade was heavy, gleaming with a cold, absolute light, possessing a latent ability to deal twenty percent more damage whenever dealing with corrupted qi.
The moment the weapon materialized, my Earth-grade Sword Proficiency passively aligned my posture.
My muscles shifted instinctively into a flawless, dominant stance.
Taking a deep breath, I channeled my Peak Nascent Soul energy and unleashed the Sovereign Asura Sword Art.
BOOM!
A terrifying wave of pure killing intent erupted from my figure, turning the ambient air heavy and suffocating. This Heaven-grade art was designed for absolute domination, projecting a spiritual pressure so tyrannical it could suppress anyone below the Soul Transformation stage just by its sheer presence.
Crimson arcs of sword qi slashed violently across the training hall, crashing into the obsidian wall formations and causing the protective arrays to flare blindingly bright.
Normally, wielding such a dark, bloodthirsty technique would risk corrupting a cultivator’s mental state, driving them into a state of battle frenzy. However, my Indomitable Sovereign Mind kept me completely anchored.
I remained entirely unbothered, watching the destructive crimson arcs with calm calculation, completely immune to the emotional manipulation and bloodlust of the Asura path.
Lowering the blade to my side, I allowed my breathing to steady.
’Lucy, activate the eye of destiny’, I commanded quietly.
A profound, golden light briefly flared within my pupils. The Eye of Destiny hummed to life, stripping away the physical veil of the training room.
Instantly, I could see the lingering, complex threads of residual sword qi I had just painted across the room, alongside the faint, shifting lines of cause and effect tied to the defensive arrays.
I smiled faintly, deactivating the divine eye before it drained unnecessary energy. My foundation was solid, my techniques were flawlessly integrated, and my mind was utterly impenetrable.
Sheathing the Heaven Severing Sword back into my inventory, I prepared to run the sequence from the top.
I let the residual energy fade completely as the sound of the heavy ironstone doors groaning open echoed through the training hall.
Two figures slipped through the gap, instantly drawing my attention away from the pulsing blue array formations.
Meiyin led the way, her vibrant pink hair now tied up into a high, bouncing ponytail that bared the slender contour of her neck.
Shuffling right behind her was Ah Zhu, my pavilion maid and Meiyin’s closest friend in the estate, her face still bearing a trace of that morning crimson as her hands desperately gripped a polished spiritual longbow that looked entirely too large for her petite frame.
Both of them had completely changed out of their relaxed morning robes and standard linen uniforms, replacing them with specialized combat attire that left little to the imagination.
Meiyin wore a form-fitting, sleek white and silver martial suit woven from flexible spirit-silk.
The pristine, skin-tight material acted like a second skin, outlining her youthful, petite silhouette with unapologetic precision. The high, mandarin-style collar fastened tightly around her neck, but the fabric tapered sharply down into a narrow, impossibly slim waist.
Silver metallic paneling accented the sides of her ribs and hips, emphasizing her light, agile structure while leaving her pale shoulders completely bare through strategic, elegant cutouts. It was a dress designed for absolute mobility, emphasizing her lithe, athletic frame.
Ah Zhu, however, presented an entirely different visual problem. Her combat uniform was constructed from a tight, matte-black flexible leather and reinforced shadow-cloth that were stretched to their absolute structural limits.
The core of her outfit was a heavily reinforced, corseted bodice. Because of her exceptionally large, heavy bust, the rigid leather was visibly straining, compressing the massive weight tightly beneath the low-cut square collar, yet threatening to overflow with every deep breath she took.
The heavy curves bounced subtly with even the slightest movement she made. Lower down, the tight leather trousers clung desperately to her surprisingly lush, generous curves, accentuating a full, rounded rear and wide hips that seemed entirely too voluptuous for her otherwise skinny frame.
High-waisted silver buckles cinched her waist, highlighting the stark, dramatic ratio between her narrow midsection and her overflowing upper and lower assets.
Her round, copper-rimmed spectacles sat slightly askew on her nose, reflecting the ambient light of the hall as she nervously adjusted her grip on the bow.
I stood perfectly still, my gaze locking onto them as I stared intently at the sheer visual impact of their outfits.
Deep beneath my pristine white robes, my enhanced lower anatomy reacted instantly to the potent, dual stimulus. My eleven-inch shaft began to thicken and harden rapidly, pressing aggressively against the fine silk fabric.
Before the primal urge could compromise my posture or leak even a shred of outward lust, my divine-grade passive skill, Indomitable Sovereign Mind, reasserted absolute control.
A wave of icy, detached logic swept through my sea of consciousness, ruthlessly suppressing the physical arousal and locking my focus back into a state of absolute, dignified composure.
My expression remained completely unbothered, the mask of a powerful Peak Nascent Soul master firmly intact.
"Dad, we wanna practice too!" Meiyin called out, her voice echoing sweetly across the obsidian tiles as she skipped closer, her wide eyes shining with an innocent, playful enthusiasm.
Ah Zhu followed awkwardly beside her friend, her unawakened gravitational physique immediately acting up.
The added weight of the spiritual bow threw her center of gravity completely out of alignment, causing her voluptuous hips to sway erratically as she struggled to maintain her balance. Her copper glasses began to slide down the bridge of her nose, forcing her to frantically tilt her head back while gripping the weapon.
"The training hall is meant for cultivation, not play," I replied, my voice a calm, commanding rumble that instantly quieted their nervous energy. "However, if you both wish to practice under my roof, you will do so with absolute discipline. Stand still."
I stepped forward to meet them at the center of the pulsing blue array. I walked up to Meiyin first, who was standing ready with her translucent Phantasm Rose-Steel sword.
The unique blade naturally resonated with the immediate atmosphere, emitting a faint, sweet-scented mist and a low, vibrating hum designed to target the primal desires of anyone nearby.
Ignoring the weapon’s psychological tricks, I reached out and placed my hands firmly on her form to correct her flawed resting stance.
The sleek, flexible fabric of her silver and white martial suit offered no resistance to my touch.
My palms mapped the delicate architecture of her youthful body, feeling the incredible softness of her skin underneath as I adjusted the slope of her shoulders and guided her narrow hips back into a stable defensive anchor.
The combined assault of her physical proximity and the aphrodisiac mist of the sword triggered a violent biological reaction. Deep beneath my white robes, my eleven-inch shaft hardened to absolute, rigid stone, throbbing aggressively against the fine silk fabric.
Instantly, my divine-grade skill clamped down on the carnal surge with brutal efficiency.
A wave of ice-cold, detached logic swept through my sea of consciousness, ruthlessly draining the physical arousal and locking my focus back into a state of pristine, dignified composure.
My breathing remained flawlessly rhythmic, showing absolutely no outward sign of the biological storm that had just occurred.
"Keep your weight centered, Meiyin. Do not lean into the sword’s weight," I instructed calmly, my voice steady as my hands left her body, leaving her slightly breathless.
Turning on my heel, I stepped directly behind the trembling twenty-five-year-old maid. "Ah Zhu, step forward."
She swallowed hard, her panoramic hazel eyes wide with a mixture of terror and starstruck adoration as I closed the distance.
As she raised the massive spiritual longbow, her unmanaged center of gravity caused her to wobble. I reached around her, placing my hands firmly on her narrow, willow-like waist to stabilize her footing.
The sudden correction pulled her frame back, forcing her exceptionally lush, rounded rear directly against the front of my white robes.
As I reached up to adjust the clumsy tilt of her arms, my forearms brushed flush against the heavy, compressed contours of her massive bust, which quivered violently beneath her tight black leather bodice.
Ah Zhu let out a sharp, hitching gasp, her face flushing an incredibly deep, vibrant crimson as she caught my scent up close, utterly mesmerized by my face behind her round copper frames.
Standing just a few feet away, Meiyin watched the entire interaction play out, her grip tightening on the hilt of her Phantasm Rose-Steel sword until her knuckles turned white.
While her face maintained a carefully trained mask of submissive obedience, a toxic, burning wave of pure jealousy erupted within her chest.
’Why is Daddy touching her like that?’ Meiyin thought, her teeth grinding together in silent fury as she stared at my hands resting on Ah Zhu’s narrow waist.
Ah Zhu is just a clumsy maid, a stupid servant. Her body shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near Daddy, let alone pressing her disgusting, oversized chest and rear against him. At morning, his hands were only on me. He belongs to me.’
As she watched Ah Zhu’s face flush with helpless pleasure under my touch, a sudden, dark calculation mixed with her possessive rage, twisting her thoughts.
’But... Ah Zhu is my only true friend in this lonely pavilion, and she is entirely loyal to me. Daddy is a supreme immortal cultivator, an ultimate powerhouse who will inevitably attract powerful women from the outside world. If I try to keep him entirely to myself, can I really ward off all those high-tier vixens alone? Maybe... just maybe, it would be better to keep Daddy in the family.
If I allow Ah Zhu to share a small corner of his attention, she will always obey me. We can lock him down together and ensure no outside woman ever stains our home. But she has to know her place. I am the mistress, and she is the servant. I get him first, always.’
"Widen your stance to account for your dense spiritual mass," I commanded strictly, completely oblivious to Meiyin’s dark, possessive inner turmoil as I stepped back to view them both. "Now, begin your cycles."
For the next several hours, I transformed the training hall into a grueling masterclass. I pushed both my daughter and her companion to their absolute limits, continuously correcting their movements, refining their breathing techniques, and forcing them to circulate their Qi through their primary meridians.
Throughout the intense session, Meiyin aggressively sought to reclaim my undivided attention. Driven by her deep-seated possessiveness, she purposefully faked structural errors, calling out for my help several times with a sweet, helpless whine.
"Dad, my stance feels wrong again... can you check my alignment?" she would ask, deliberately exaggerating her movements to flaunt her figure in an unmissable attempt to seduce me.
She would arch her slender back deeply, thrusting her small chest forward and tilting her hips in a highly suggestive display that made the flexible white fabric of her martial suit cling tightly to every youthful contour.
Every time I stepped close to correct her, she would lean subtly into my space, letting the sweet, desire-inducing mist of her sword swirl around us as she cast shy, loaded glances at my face through her damp pink bangs.
Yet, no matter how provocatively she presented herself, my mind effortlessly neutralized the temptation.
Each time her soft curves pressed against my guidance, the divine passive skill instantly suppressed my rising carnal heat, forcing me to remain a detached, unbothered instructor.
I corrected her posture with cold, unwavering precision, completely ignoring her seductive traps and treating her maneuvers as nothing more than genuine martial incompetence.
As the grueling session finally drew to a close, both girls were thoroughly spent. Their combat suits were completely slick with sweat, their breathing heavy and ragged under the strain of my unyielding, Peak Nascent Soul guidance.
Their sloppy, early-tier forms had been completely broken down and remolded into something sharp and precise.
Once satisfied with the final cycle, I called a definitive halt to the training. Without a single word of praise or acknowledging Meiyin’s exhausted, pouting glances, I turned smoothly on my heel and walked out of the training hall.
I left the two heavily panting girls to collapse and rest on the cold obsidian floorboards while I stepped out to tend to the remaining affairs of the pavilion.
