Chapter 1

Chapter 1

One was the Buddhist Saint, Xuan Ci.

The other had once been Wei Xun’s junior brother.

He had once been as famous as Wei Xun,

but five years ago, he betrayed the Sword Sect and joined the Demonic Path.

Now he was the undisputed number one figure of the Demonic Path: Yin Shanyu.

The three of them were close in age and evenly matched in cultivation.

But in bed, their abilities were very different.

Wei Xun was the worst.

Of the thirty percent increase I had gained over the past half month, he had contributed at most half a percent.

His service was the worst, yet he had the most demands.

Too lazy to bother with him, I buried myself in the quilt.

Wei Xun frowned almost imperceptibly.

He asked, “Are you still angry about what happened today?”

“Zhiyin did not mean it.”

“It was only a lantern. If it broke, it broke.”

Perhaps because he had mentioned the woman he loved,

the usually taciturn man was rarely this gentle.

“How many years ago did I give that to you?”

“Another day, I will pick out an even better one for you.”

But he remembered wrong.

That lantern had not been from him at all.

If that little lunatic Yin Shanyu found out the lantern had been broken,

who knew what new method he would devise to torment me.

When the lantern shattered, I had meant to slap Song Zhiyin a couple of times and call it even,

but Wei Xun arrived and stopped me.

And now he was pretending to comfort me?

In a sour mood, I only replied stiffly, “No need.”

Wei Xun thought I was throwing a temper and refusing to admit it.

Instead, his face darkened. “Good. No need, then.”

“Yu Sui, a person should know her place.”

“Think clearly about what you are.”

What was I?

A mortal born without a spiritual root.

When my village met disaster, an elder happened to save me and brought me up the mountain as a disciple of the Sword Sect.

The sort of outer disciple who swept floors.

Five years ago, Wei Xun was poisoned, and only dual cultivation could ease it.

The poison was fierce and would implicate his Dao companion.

Wei Xun could not bear to let the woman he loved suffer.

And I happened to look somewhat like Song Zhiyin.

That was why I had been chosen as his substitute.

Substitute was already a generous word.

In truth, I was only a cauldron used to purge his poison.

Back then, the moment Wei Xun stepped into the room, he warned me coldly,

“Yu Sui, do not covet anything that does not belong to you.”

“Behave yourself, and the Sword Sect will not mistreat you.”

Wei Xun was right.

Countless spirit stones, high-grade pills, cultivation methods only inner disciples could study.

More importantly, when my body was filled,

my dantian was filled as well.

Abundant spiritual energy flowed back and forth through my meridians.

It was unprecedented.

I almost wanted to cry.

So this was cultivation.

Only, because I had no spiritual root,

after the spiritual energy circulated through two small cycles, it slipped away with a hiss.

I hurriedly lowered my eyes to hide my disappointment.

Yet Wei Xun still caught it.

He coughed and coaxed me softly, “There is no need to rush.”

“Even if you cannot grow a spiritual root, after years of this, some spiritual energy can remain in your body.”

How much, I did not know.

But self-defense in the future should be no problem.

Oh?

I pondered. “Then the more dual cultivation I do, the more spiritual energy I can obtain?”

Wei Xun’s throat bobbed.

His face instantly flushed red. “Don’t even think about it.”

The poison flared once every half month.

Only when it flared would Wei Xun come to me.

In the small courtyard, the lone moon hung high.

I counted on my fingers again and again.

Twice a month.

With this tiny bit of spiritual energy,

when in the world would I grow a spiritual root?

No, no.

I frowned in deep thought.

If Wei Xun was unwilling to increase the frequency,

then I could increase the number of people, right?