Slowly lowering herself onto him, her already wet pussy pulled in the dick, almost all on its own. It was unfamiliar, being on top, doing the moving, being in control, but her books had prepared her for this position as well. Slowly moving back and forth, she felt a trickle of yang energy being released. She smiled in satisfaction at her theory having been right. Due to being in the sixth stage of the earthly realm, her senior’s yang energy was far more plentiful and potent. A mortal man however would only release miniscule amounts in comparison.
Pushing her qi down through the roots of the Void Lotus Demoness Art, she could feel the little tendrils that were depositing the energy at different points in her body. This was only possible due to her cultivation art and the Void Lotus linking and allowing her access to its workings. It was difficult, keeping her body moving, making him generate yang energy, keeping the pathways active so she could then plug them up with her qi. Some she left open, those that made her stronger and more flexible. Her head started hurting, trying to figure out which ones were sensitivity-related and which ones were useful. It would be terrible if she plugged up a root-tendril that strengthened her meridians. This was an incredibly valuable ability, more so than she knew, because the quality of her meridians in a large part directly correlated with her talent.
She was unsure whether to keep the beautification active. On the one hand, closing it up would mean that small bit of energy could be used to make her stronger. On the other hand, her looks were a weapon, and sharpening it seemed like a smart idea. She noticed that a lot of her energy had been going towards increased sensitivity. It seemed like it was the martial art’s major flaw, transforming it from gold to trash. Now that she had taken care of it, it would finally show its true potential.
Some sunlight made its way through the clouds. Fu Yilan looked like a goddess to the mortal man, bountiful chest bouncing, body perfectly shaped and proportioned. She started moving her hips more quickly, using her increased pussy control to make the man cum within half a minute. The Void Lotus sucked it up but delivered the little bit of yang energy a mortal man could release along the roots that were free.
The man had blacked out from the experience. Fu Yilan smiled got up, enjoying the feeling of control, of power. She arched her back as she stretched, going back unnaturally far, made more flexible by her body formation art. Then she put her robes back on and went back up the mountain. Her body was still sensitive, but she had at least managed to take care of one problem.
She brought the plants to the old man in the pill pavilion, an old man at the eighth stage of the earthly realm. Ignoring his looks and the quick grope of her ass, she bowed and left. He was slightly creepy, rather short with a long white mustache that hung freely down to his shoulders. She was glad to have left. With a beaming smile, she looked at her mission slip that had small spark of his internal energy within it, as proof of successful delivery. Only five credits for now, but it was proof of her progress. Of her hard work paying off.
Her smile faded when she walked into the women’s dorm. Horse-faced stood in the hallway. It was very unusual for them to meet like this. Had she waited for her? What was even worse, was that Fu Yilan could feel that Sister Li had advanced. She was now in the third stage of the earthly realm, and ready to rub it in. She tried to walk past but a foot tripped her, almost making her fall.
“You see this? Third stage of the earth realm. Not something the likes of you will ever see.” Fu Yilan could only shoot her an annoyed look.
“Why won’t you just leave me alone? What have I even done to you? I join the sect, hoping to cultivate and grow, only for you all to stand in my way. Why?” The dam burst. Being dragged from an emotional high all the way down made the bottom look even deeper in comparison.
“Why? Because you annoy me and because you disgust me. A street rat, flaunting around her looks to get what she wants? Disgusting! Pathetic! And not something we should tolerate in our Shifting Grass Sect!”
“But I’m not even–“ Fu Yilan started to retort but stopped herself. It would make no difference. Nasty jealousy hidden behind righteous fury. It would be like talking to a wall.
“Yeah, nothing to say, huh? Admitting to your wrongdoings? Filthy whore!” She shouted after her, only stopping when Fu Yilan was in her room, close to tears. In a way, Sister Li was right. She hadn’t done so at the beginning, but right now, she was leveraging her looks and body for every advantage she could get. Admitting it stung, but she would persevere. Let them shout until she could stomp them into dust.
She remembered that she had gotten a new manual from her Daddy– no, her Senior Brother. Pulling out the thin book, she read the title. “Bewitching Fox, Flowing Steps”. She rolled her eyes. Of course, he would find something that only pushed her further down the road of pleasure arts. She would still do her best to learn it though. A movement art was a movement art, and it wasn’t as though she had plenty to choose from.
Again, an art only able to be practiced by women. Circulating her qi as described, she started following the steps in the book, clearly shown through drawings depicting foot placements. The cultivation art was meant to both be used within and outside of combat. As the name proclaimed, it mixed a flowing and mesmerizing way of moving with aspects affecting the mind, drawing the male gaze towards her. It was apparently possible by moving her hips just right, letting her body sway and jiggle as described, and stepping in the correct spots, combined with a proper application of qi. By doing so, even her normal walk would seem bewitching, ensnaring men like a fox playing with its prey.
At the same time, by slightly changing the flow of energy, it would make the body lighter, allowing for swift movement. No, lighter wasn’t quite right. Each step she took would let her flow along a path leading to the place she wanted to reach. It took her several hours until she finally managed to use it with a baseline proficiency. Fu Yilan stepped out into the hallway and the world sped up. It almost felt like she was gliding along the floor, not even running, just walking, yet much faster than her usual pace. She laughed as she left the dormitory and glided over the walls as though they weren’t there, the flow she was following leading above them, and she was pulled along.
She had never felt so free before, rushing through along the mountainside. She started to jog, then run, and her pace picked up again. It felt incredible. Air was whipping past, making her robes snap and flutter in her wake. Crossing over rocky terrain that had taken her an hour to traverse without Bewitching Fox, Flowing Steps, within minutes felt exhilarating. Despite her Senior having picked the art due to its connection to pleasure arts, she was still grateful to him, for helping her experience this feeling a bit earlier. And it only solidified her choice of sticking to the cultivation path.
It was dark when she got back. Her qi was nearly depleted, and it reminded her that she still had to advance. Learning the art had taken several hours, and she had spent another hour outside in nature. Now she was exhausted. She went to sleep immediately.
The next few days Fu Yilan spent cultivating. She desperately wanted to break through, just to be able to feel as free as she had yesterday for just a bit longer. All she did was alternate between her room and the dining hall. When she broke through to level two, she could feel that her available qi reserves had grown significantly.
Having repeatedly pushed the winding stem of water with the tight bud on top up and closer to the full moon above her inner lake, she immediately noticed that when she advanced, the bud grew slightly. Now she was sure of it. It truly was a flower. Fu Yilan could barely await seeing it bloom.
She was however a bit worried about the people around her. She had been weak, and still was to a degree, just slightly less so. Would the other women and the senior abusing her be happy to see her advance at what seemed like a very quick pace? It didn’t take a genius to figure out that that would not be the case. Senior Xu wanted her to be his possession, eternally in need of protection. He wanted her to rely on him fully and offer up herself as payment. A quick advancement would put that dynamic at risk. And Senior Sister Yang and Sister Lin had been using subtle methods to keep her down, jealous of her looks. But if it turned out that her cultivation talent eclipsed theirs as well? Fu Yilan shook her head. Flaunting her advancement would not be smart.
She started pushing qi into the roots of the Void Lotus Demoness Art that led down into the depth of her inner lake from the bottom of her Moonlight Flower. She pushed in more than she ever had before, letting several of the white roots stretching across the surface to gather the specs of moonlight collected through cultivation lose their white light. More and more was funneled into the roots leading down. While she couldn’t access the small tendril-like roots while she didn’t have any yang energy to feed on, the connecting root was still accessible and had plenty of space to hold her energy. More than she had available at the moment.
When she reached a threshold, she pushed past it and felt her access to the second stage well of qi be cut off. It was an unpleasant feeling, like binding an arm behind her back. Fu Yilan had suspected, that pushing the qi below the surface would hide it from the senses of those around her, and feeling the dip in strength supported that hypothesis. She kept looking at the roots, emptied of the qi that had made them, but they didn’t seem to mind. She even tried cultivating, simultaneously pushing more qi down the root. It didn’t seem to cause any issues. She watched it for an hour, then watched it while cultivating to make sure nothing would go wrong from lowering her stage artificially. There didn’t seem to be a problem though, because she advanced once more when she pulled the hidden qi back up to the surface. Fu Yilan smiled.
She walked into the mission hall, using the bewitching part of her Bewitching Fox, Flowing Steps art. After all, she had a mission slip to cash in, and she wanted to get started on the next one. Walking through the elegant hall, she let her hips sway and chest jiggle slightly while letting her qi circulate and following the stride spacing and rhythm. She could see Senior Xu’s eyes snap up and trace along her body, hunger evident in them. She was nervous. Would he notice her hidden strength?
“You really are born for pleasure arts. That pull shouldn’t be as strong at your level.” He laughed, seemingly unbothered by it though. After all, it merely drew his eyes to her and made him aroused. Two things he wasn’t trying to resist anyway. “But you’ve been gone for a while. My dragon down there has gotten lonely, missing your cave!” He laughed, boisterous as ever. It made Fu Yilan breathe out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.
“I was trying to learn this movement art for you. It was really hard though…” she pouted cutely and looked away, clearly expecting praise.
“Good job, you did well.” His hand patted her head, stroking it gently. Affectionately. Fu Yilan was proud she didn’t flinch away. Though keeping those impulses under control had gotten easier, probably also due to her lovely body formation art. “Putting in so much effort, that deserves a reward.” Lifting her up, he used his movement art to run to the storage room. Fu Yilan was happy to notice that it still felt fast, but no longer impossibly so. The gap was narrowing!
The mats they had laid on last time had been upgraded for a proper bed. And judging by how quickly Senior Xu was undressing, he was looking forward to using it. He was already naked, dick hard from her Bewitching Fox, Flowing Steps art, and was about to pull her clothes off when she stopped him. Pushing him onto the edge of the bed, she kissed him, then pulled away, letting him sit there. Activating her Bewitching Fox movement art, she saw his attention focus on her. Fu Yilan smiled. Yes, he didn’t mind looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, but she didn’t think he was aware of the hold her movement art truly had on him, especially at this moment. She had to admit; she truly did mesh well with pleasure arts.