A few months passed calmly. Fu Yilan barely interacted with Senior Xu during that time, only sucking him off whenever she came to grab a mission to pull out some of his vital yang. The sect branch leader had told her she had a new master and would no longer need to worry about him. Apparently, he had been nicely rewarded for pushing her onto the path of pleasure arts. Fu Yilan had been practicing her arts and found that the Primal Pulling Melody was quite effective. Using it on one of the second-class disciples, she could almost feel the desire he radiated for her. The bulge in his pants had been a rather obvious giveaway as well. She was unsure whether she would find any real use for it though; after all, most men wanted to sleep with her regardless. Still, the passive mental protection she had woven herself was invaluable to her, whose mind was regularly tested by the men toying with her body.
She had continued with her gathering quests, and Elder Zhou of the Pill Pavilion had started fucking her whenever she passed by. Fu Yilan didn’t mind. Her body made the experience a pleasurable one, while it offered a chance to pull out some vital yang energy. Sometimes she failed due to him being in the eighth stage, but by now she was succeeding regularly. Her next breakthrough was close; she could feel it.
Today, she was standing before a massive boar with more eyes than it should be having. They stretched along its head while each snort released a puff of smoke. Fu Yilan stood on a branch a few hundred meters away, observing it. Her high heels were no issue for her movement. Neither was the vibrating beetle that was silent at the moment. She was glad that it was no longer necessary to keep the anal beads inside, though she did insert them in preparation before her evening meetings with the branch leader. Her current master.
The beast was three meters long and almost two high, clearly demonic in nature. Apparently, they formed sometimes when an animal with cultivating potential was exposed to too much demonic energy. She hadn’t quite grasped how it worked, but Fu Yilan was fairly certain she had gotten the gist of it. Her soft blade unwrapped from her midsection and stiffened in her hand. Reaching inside herself, she pulled up all the qi she had available. It pushed her to the peak of the fourth stage.
Flowing Steps let her step from the branch, carrying her all the way to the ground in one smooth motion. Fu Yilan was unhurried. She knew that the beast was a lot weaker than her, barely in the second stage itself. Still, it charged at her as soon as it noticed the small creature within its sight. A single step of her movement art let the boar rush past her, crashing through a small tree, before turning. It looked surprised almost, as if it had been certain of hitting her. Then that thought disappeared as the demonic energy within it kept making it more and more aggressive.
Its tusks started glowing bright orange when it ran at her again. Heat was radiating off them. They extended forwards as it lowered its head, ready to impale her. And yet, it missed again. The boar oinked at her angrily as it ran past, trampling over the little shrubs growing all around them.
Fu Yilan stabbed her sword into the ground, and it bent to the side like a wilting flower, her qi no longer stabilizing it. Instead, she started on her palm art, the Five Diverting Streams leaving blue afterimages in her hands’ wake. Again, the boar charged. This time, Fu Yilan didn’t move. The boar’s momentum bent around her as she led it around. It didn’t seem to make any sense how it flowed around her, yet her cultivation art made it possible. Fu Yilan did so a few more times before deciding to end it. It might be riled up due to the demonic energy, but she didn’t know if there was still a part of the animal inside there. No need to drag it out. Like a fairy, Fu Yilan used her movement art to flow in front of the boar, switching to her Floating Petal Sword art in the last moment. Before it could charge at her again, it was dead.
She harvested the tusks, pulling out each of them, both for crafting as well as proof of subjugation. A talisman she had been given for this mission was put onto its body, and with a bit of qi, the boar went up in flames. Being corrupted, its flesh could not be eaten, hence the disposal. Fu Yilan was tempted to just keep running. It felt like she might be able to get away.
No, not yet. She still had to get stronger. And at the moment, her position was fairly secure. Her mind was handling the stress, while her skills improved. The sect branch leader was hosting get-togethers with the elders every few weeks, allowing for her to drain them all at once through the night. She was cultivating as well, but using vital yang energy conversion to qi was quicker. And to advance faster, she needed powerful men to drain. With a sigh, she turned back towards her cage.
Walking towards her dorm, Senior Sister Yang was blocking her path. There was clear struggle on her face. Fu Yilan was about to push past her, but she reached out, stopping her. They hadn’t talked in months, and Fu Yilan was fine with keeping it that way. Still, sect etiquette demanded of her that she bow and show respect to her Senior Sister.
“How can I help you, Senior Sister Yang?” She was pulled along, not yet getting an answer. Stopping between two trees, hidden behind grass, she finally turned to face her.
“I – I need your help. Not help. Assistance.” The Senior Sister that was usually so self-assured now fidgeted before her. “A man. Tell me how to seduce him.” She had reverted to a commanding tone, but Fu Yilan was not in the mood. Their positions were different now. She had connections to all the elders, having slept with each and every one.
“Why should I help you? A slut like me. You’re the one who turned me into who I am, spreading rumors and all.” Fu Yilan was getting angry. She didn’t feel like calming down either. At least Senior Sister Yang had the decency to look guilty.
“You don’t understand. With all respect, I’m different from you, and I love him. I can help you. Please. Having an ally among the second disciples is what all juniors aim for. This will benefit you as well, I swear it on my honor.”
“What honor? The one that made you spread rumors behind my back? That advertised me to Senior Xu?”
“That was… hah. It was not alright. I apologize, sincerely. I know how hypocritical it seems, but please, this should only tell you how important this is to me.” Fu Yilan was still unconvinced. “I can take you along on more difficult missions as a higher ranked disciple. Some lead to cities you otherwise wouldn’t be able to visit for another year.” She was getting desperate. “Woman to woman, please.”
Fu Yilan really didn’t want to help her, but the possibility of going further away might just give her the head start she would need to make her escape.
“Fine,” she relented. “But what makes you think I even know how to sedu–“ She paused. “Stupid question. So… what do you need help with?”
“Brother Deng. Tell me what I need to do.”
“First, pick up a pleasure art that doesn’t overlap with anything else you have. Then, get something else to wear. I’m sure you can do better. And maybe there’s a helpful book in the mortal library for you.”
“Pleasure arts? No way am I going to stoop that low…” she trailed off, taking another look at Fu Yilan. “I apologize. Thank you. I will take your advice to heart.” They split, both going their separate ways. An evil idea was starting to take root. Why did she need her Senior Sister for the missions, when a Senior Brother would suffice as well? Someone like Senior Brother Deng. She giggled slightly at the thought of finally getting some revenge.
Fu Yilan broke through to the fifth stage the next day. It had been long overdue by then. She relished the increase in power and wondered whether she should advance to the third stage officially. She decided against it. No real immediate benefit came to mind either. So, she kept the qi in her Void Lotus root.
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“Important guests will be coming by in three days’ time, so make sure you’ll be ready to serve us tea, as well as anything else they might desire. You understand?” Sect Branch Leader Xiao was looking at her intensely. It seemed like there really was something important going to happen. She took his dick out of her mouth and nodded dutifully. “Good, good.” He guided her head back to his cock. She kept sucking, enjoying the position between his legs.
Now with her body at the fifth stage, Fu Yilan noticed that the improvements the Void Lotus Demoness art was adding let her need less food if she ingested cum instead. It was very convenient, with a willing source always available. Either Senior Xu, Elder Zhou, or Master Xiao never refused being sucked off. Since her body enjoyed the taste of cum more than the food being served at the Dining Hall, this was an absolute win for her. Though she still needed some food, she was certain that she would be able to survive solely off dick in the future.
“Who will we be hosting?” she asked, his tip still on her lips.
“Our dear sect master’s son.”
Fu Yilan doubted, that he would come by out of friendship, especially judging by Branch Leader Xiao’s expression. He was trying to hide the frustration, but she knew. Maybe he wanted to ensure that the finances were in order, or the sect was run properly. If there were any issues, he would likely be held accountable. Fu Yilan calmed him down with her mouth, sucking all tension and stress out of him. Recently, she had been stopping by more regularly. She wanted to advance, to grow more quickly, to be at a strength that would let her leave the sect. Growth stalled with each successive level though, advancement making the next more difficult to reach. It made sense that the second-class disciples spent years, maybe even a decade, at the stage Fu Yilan was trying to push through in months.
With her growth rate slowing down, different thoughts were starting to creep in. Was freedom truly that important? Whoring herself out to the strong seemed to be the fastest way to grow. Should she stay here as long as possible? She currently had a ninth stage sect branch leader and all the elders available to drain. Wasn’t this an opportunity too good to pass up? After all, pleasure arts were tightly intertwined with her path. This was the fastest way to the heaven realm, it seemed. Not something to worry about yet, though. After all, she planned to hold off on trying to escape for another stage or two at least.
Paying more attention to the Void Lotus roots, she managed to pull another drop of vital yang energy from the branch leader. Meanwhile, her soft and full lips were sucking on his tip, a soft and dainty hand stroking his slickened shaft. The other was massaging his balls to stimulate sperm production, as she had read in a book once.
Senior Xiao was an old man, yet his inner energy wasn’t diminishing in the slightest. While his body might look aged, his vigor had not been reduced, lust similar to his early years. He proved that fact again with the large loads he let her milk from his balls, each as thick and pungent as the last. She loved its taste and texture.