Wang Ling’s request to Feng Ye had been simple.
It was whether he knew a female colleague in need of help.
He had an immediate need to practice his technique, so he wasn’t above using someone’s need for aid to get what he wanted.
He wasn’t going to justify his method.
If he wanted to make something out of himself, he needed to understand morality wasn’t always needed.
Sometimes he had to be bad, shitty and vile for power.
Such was the world and it is up to him to adapt.
Feng Ye came through on that one and informed him of a female friend who had recently gone under.
She was also an inner discipline like Feng Ye but she had no elder backing her and was in need of support or else gaining resources to advance would be difficult.
She was desperate and so was he.
One might say he had waited a decade. Why don’t he wait and woo a woman.
The thing was he didn’t want it.
That decade of waiting wasn’t up to his choosing.
It was forced onto him and now he had a chance of becoming stronger to destroy the man that was responsible for his predicament and he wanted to do that quickly.
So leaving it to Feng Ye to set him up with this girl.
He took a bath and waited for her in his room.
By noon, he heard a knock on his door and his heart began to pound.
He was nervous because if she didn’t agree, he would have wasted a day.
Which was more annoying than anything else.
"Calm now. Don’t be impulsive." He’s breathing steadied as he consoled himself before raising off his bed.
Fixing the wrinkles of his clothing he moved towards the door and with a twist of the knob opened it.
Behind the door stood a graceful woman with dark flowing hair that ran down her back.
Her skin was fair and her face was beautiful framed by her abundance of hair.
She had dark vermillion eyes, ones that must have burnt brightly back in the day but now dim as a shadow of their former selves.
It was something he was very sure of because it happened to him too.
Moving away from his lost innocence, this woman wasn’t just beautiful but her body was incredibly alluring.
Above her chest was gathering a pair of smooth, pale and shapely breasts that spilled out the bust area of her robes.
Her robes tight and tempting traced the curves of her wide hips and further pressed against her ass in an incredible sinful way.
To one side was cut a long slit that reached her legs.
A slit that offered glimpses of strap of her lace black panties and further down milky thigh covered in white thigh highs.
Even among the sect maidens he had seen, she was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful, carrying with her a great sex appeal that could leave some kings gasping and eager to claim her.
Wan Ling wouldn’t deny his little brother didn’t react at the thought of claiming her but his pants were loose enough to hide his erection.
"You must be Lan Xu!" He remarked as the door widened for her entry.
She glanced to her left and her right then nodded awkwardly, a flick of impatience burning within her eyes.
"You’re the guy Feng Ye said can help me..."
She began but he stopped her with a gesture.
"Come in then we’ll talk." He instructed and made way for her.
Though hesitant, it seems she was as desperate as he thought as she walked inside, her rear swaying hypnotically and earning a smile from Wan Ling.
She looked around for a place to sit.
There was his bed, a Cultivation mat but no chair.
Since the mat was too low, she found herself on his bed, her plump ass flattening softly against the bedsheet.
"You are Wan Ling are you not?" She asked,a slight tremble evident in her voice.
"I am." He answered and closed the door, his demeanor warm.
"Feng Ye said you can help me." She began.
Though Lan Xu was well aware the heir of the Wan family had lost his power, she still believed he could aid her hence why she took the risk and came.
"Indeed I can help you." Wan Ling grinned.
"So tell me Miss Lan Xu, what do you need?" He asked and settled beside her.
He didn’t sit too close.
One, he didn’t want to make her more uncomfortable than she already was and two, he was afraid she could harm him if he got too much under her skin.
Meanwhile Lan Xu began to speak.
"I want to borrow a loan in order to buy some pills and techniques to further my cultivation. If I succeed, I shall gain the qualifications to become a core disciple of the sect and have enough to pay you back."
Her explanation was simple enough to understand.
Of course he already knew of all of this since Feng Ye had informed him.
That wasn’t all he knew about Lan Xu either.
For starters she was a commoner from a rural village who despite all the obstacles that stood in her way succeeded and joined the sect but success didn’t come free.
Her family had to take a huge loan to make it possible.
Ofcourse unlike most Cultivation she could have abandoned them but she didn’t and worked hard.
She wasn’t out of Spirit stones because of her poor money choices but rather what she earned from missions she sent back home to repay the debt the family took for her.
For a Cultivator it was quite honorable and having to take advantage of her made Wan Ling feel bad but alas no matter how much of a Samaritan he wanted to be that wasn’t how this world worked.
"I will give you the money but it will be an exchange." He remarked.
"What do you mean?" She furrowed.
"Don’t play naive Lan Xu. You perfectly know what I mean." He said ogling her exposed thighs.
He could see her face darken and though it tugged at his heart, it didn’t stop him from continuing.
"Warm my bed tonight and you shall receive ten high grade spirit stones." He made his offer and now it was up to her to take it or deny it.
He doubted she had a choice anyway.