Chapter 10: The Dual Cultivation Technique
Wei Yun took the jade slip and booklet back to his cave abode, poring over them with keen interest.
The booklet, putting it simply, ranked the sect's beauties, complete with their portraits—each one rendered with lifelike precision, every woman radiant as a blooming peach blossom, seductive and captivating.
In the mortal world, brothels catered to ordinary folk, their courtesans and madams serving common desires. Cultivators seldom took interest in such gaudy, perfumed temptresses; uninitiated and impure as they were, they could only hinder one's path.
And so the Cherry Blossom Sect came to be.
The Cherry Blossom Sect existed solely to provide carnal pleasures for cultivators. Despite its unsavory reputation, it was a colossal force on Tianyun Continent, second only to the Three Great Sects and Seven Great Clans. No one dared underestimate it—not even disciples of those mighty powers, who wouldn't provoke them without cause.
The sect engaged in worldly pursuits, peddling flesh that the righteous path scorned, yet committed no overt evils. Straddling the line between good and ill, it earned wary distance from the righteous Seven Sects and indifference from the demonic Three Sects.
By sheer might alone, the Cherry Blossom Sect's influence spanned the ten nations of Tianyun Continent, its growth steady, its disciples legion.
The Great Ming Dynasty, for instance, hosted a branch.
Though Medicine King Sect rules explicitly forbade disciples from indulging there, it was an open secret—everyone turned a blind eye. Most disciples had visited at least once; many were regulars.
Take Tian Guang: one look and you knew he was a frequent patron, squandering stacks of talisman money there until he was broke, then slinking back for sect tasks.
Wei Yun stowed the booklet in his Universe in Sleeve, the divine ability responding to his will, serving as perfect storage.
He picked up the jade slip, sinking his awareness into it. A beam of light shot forth, burrowing into his brow and imprinting in his sea of consciousness as lines of text. After careful study, it proved to be the Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Art.
The jade slip shattered, spent.
Thrilled, Wei Yun began cultivating per the instructions, circulating his true qi along the prescribed paths. Faintly, bulges rose beneath his skin, all converging downward...
Seven days later, a massive bulge erupted from his crotch, swelling relentlessly until—with a sharp rip of tearing cloth—a thick meat rod sprang free. Momentum carried it slapping against his chest, the bulbous head nearly brushing his shanzhong acupoint. Terrifying!
This monstrous shaft measured over a foot long, thick as a child's arm, its glans goose-egg sized. Veins throbbed along its length, steam practically rising from the heat!
Even his balls had doubled in size.
Long after, Wei Yun withdrew his qi, opening his eyes to his colossal member—and jumped in shock!
The Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Art was complete. Only then did he grasp that without the jade slip's transmission, mere words couldn't suffice. No wonder Tian Guang treasured it so. Wei Yun hadn't just avoided a loss; he'd struck gold.
Tian Guang must've been blinded by lust and desperation to trade it for money.
But...
Wei Yun eyed his behemoth with a wry smile. Tian Guang had claimed his grew to half a foot—why was his over a foot?
Everyone's innate endowment differed, yielding varied results.
With lust sated, it softened upon withdrawal, hanging heavy in his pants. Even flaccid, it was a hefty bulge—odd sensation, but his loose green robe concealed it. Otherwise, how could he face the world?
Mastering this bedroom art left Wei Yun elated. He felt ready to tangle with Shui Hong Yao again without fear!
He swung by the plaza once more, snapping up cheap daily sundries.
Fan in right hand, birdcage in left—with a parrot inside—he sauntered the mountain path, whistling tunes and crooning ditties, the picture of a shiftless young lord.
This was his old style back in Fengwu City with idle friends. To him, this was living—and now he'd brought it to the sect.
A graceful figure drifted from afar. Wei Yun focused and brightened.
A peerless beauty, her raven hair whipping in the wind, clad in green robes embroidered with the true disciple gourd mark. Delicate features, eyes like rippling pools that seemed to speak; flawless, supple skin; proud bosom; dainty white hands cradling a small jade vial.
It was Ye Chen Yu, one of Medicine King Sect's top ten true disciples, the stunning immortal fairy!
Hovering on verdant leaves, she glided past.
Wei Yun stared, entranced, then called, "Greetings, Senior Sister Ye!"
Her gaze flicked over, spotting his slovenly look. Brows furrowing, she snapped, "You lazy disciple! Neglecting cultivation, shirking sect duties to idle about—take this!"
No motion betrayed her—a cyan palm shadow flashed, slapping his face with a sharp crack. He spun in place and toppled, fan and cage clattering aside.
Pain seared; his cheek burned. By the time he looked, her figure had vanished.
"Ow, my face..."
Cursing his luck, Wei Yun scrambled up, grabbed his things, and hurried home.
At his cave door, Mo Xiu Yun was heading out. Seeing his disheveled state—five-finger print stark—she gaped. "Eh? Junior Brother, what happened to your face? Who did this? Tell Senior Sister; I'll avenge you!"
Rubbing his stinging cheek, Wei Yun whined, "Senior Sister Mo, you're the best. Senior Sister Ye Chen Yu hit me—help me get even!"
"What? Senior Sister Ye?" Mo Xiu Yun blinked. "You didn't harass her, did you?"
"How could I? I'm a righteous hero, after all..." Wei Yun pouted pitifully. "Didn't you say you'd help? She went rearward; chase her!"
Mo Xiu Yun gripped her sword hilt, then frowned. "Oh, right—sudden errand. Later, Junior Brother..." She bolted.
"Senior Sister! Senior Sister..."
No loyalty, Wei Yun grumbled, retreating inside to heal with the Qi Therapy Art.
Half a day later, the mark faded. He stepped out, golden-winged roc at his side.
Song wafted near; Mo Xiu Yun approached, smug as spring breeze.
"Senior Sister's in high spirits—what good news?"
She beamed. "You won't believe it—Senior Brother Bai Wu You agreed to a date!"
"No way?" Wei Yun gawked.
"Totally real." She swayed her hips back to her cave.
Wei Yun sighed skyward. Handsome guys have it easy.
No girls here for him, then. Time to descend and hit the legendary Cherry Blossom Sect—vent this pent-up fire.
Passing the trade plaza, a lithe beauty called out: "Fellow brothers, a moment! I'm heading down for sect business but short on talisman money. I'll sell these stockings I've worn for days—original flavor, still warm. Highest bidder wins!"
"Whoa, Senior Sister, legs for days! Sell to me—one first-grade talisman!"
"Senior Sister, your worn stockings are mine—three first-grade!"
Wei Yun rolled his eyes at the crowding brothers. Licking unavailable sect sisters? Better spend down the mountain.
Cage in left, fan in right, humming, he strutted to the main gate. Glancing at the white jade archway—golden roc perched atop—he whistled. It swooped down.
Mounting, Wei Yun commanded, "Down the mountain!"
The roc screeched, wings beating skyward.
Having a mount beat flying tools or walking—god knew how long to Jinling City on foot.
Jinling City: heart of Great Ming Dynasty, imperial capital for eight centuries, home to its royals. Sprawling over a hundred li, suburbs dotted with villages and homes—bustling hub.
Under Medicine King Sect's aegis, Great Ming thrived on medicine, then brothels—raking vast profits yearly.
Dozens of pleasure houses in Jinling boasted cultured beauties skilled in arts and poetry. Fine for mortals, but cultivators found them crude—hence Cherry Blossom Sect.
Wei Yun rode to northern Jinling, veering ten-odd li into suburbs. Cherry trees blanketed a vast estate—the sect's Great Ming branch. Hundreds of mu of pavilions, bridges, and waterside towers; pink mist cloaked the skies, its guardian array.
Ecstatic, Wei Yun had Xiao Jin glide low, leaping off to land smoothly. The roc soared to hunt.
Late spring: flowers bloomed riotously, scents intoxicating. The garden paradise unfolded.
At the gate, two pink-clad beauties with cherry blossoms in their hair stood guard—lovely faces, slender builds, pink stockings hugging long legs: Yin Yue Dynasty imports, luxurious allure.
Even greeters this stunning—truly the haven for us rogues!
Before he spoke, one curtsied softly: "Welcome, honored guest. How may we serve?"
Wei Yun asked, "Miss, what're the rates for different ladies?" Six first-grade talismans left—that was it.
They smiled knowingly—rookie. One explained: "Young hero, our girls are tiered: Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul. Higher needs separate talk. Prices match grade: five talismans per tier. Specify one? Add one more. Full day, guaranteed satisfaction."
Foundation Establishment it was—five first-grade talismans. Pricey.
A burly man approached, flashed a stack; she took it, handed a yellow bamboo slip, and waved him in.
Wei Yun proffered his five. She gave a slip: "Young hero, this grants entry to Foundation Establishment wing. Expires in a day—array sends you out. Cherish time; crush to exit early."
He nodded, striding in.
Three paths branched: Foundation, Golden Core, Nascent Soul. He tried Golden Core—blocked. Array enforced slips.
No pick? Random idle girl assigned.
Along Foundation path, scenery shifted—he stood in a floral garden.
Array illusion, molding to whims—but people real.
Guqin strummed. In a pavilion, a pink-gowned woman played, notes drifting sweetly.
Wei Yun approached, appraising.
Flesh and blood, vibrant—mid-Foundation aura, twenties. Peachy face, lustrous eyes; Daoist bun; translucent pink gauze revealed lithe, flawless form—no undergarments. Perky breasts strained fabric, nipples tenting; below, a shadowed slit, hairless; sheer flesh-toned stockings sheathed long legs—irresistible.
Face and poise rival Senior Sister Mo, Wei Yun noted. But Cherry Blossom means slut to the core—pure shell, countless visitors.
Faint fragrance wafted; he inhaled deeply. "Delicious scent."
She smiled mid-strum. "What brings young hero here?"
"To hear music."
"Shall this humble girl play Phoenix Seeks Phoenix?"
"Play on."
She obliged, masterful.
Wei Yun stripped bare, discarding clothes, then pressed from behind. Warmth enveloped him—silky, elastic skin. Hair-scent intoxicating, hands slid underarms to knead full breasts: soft yet springy, rebounding eagerly.
His rod hardened, pressing her back—like an arm's weight, scorching.
She gasped, fingers faltering. "Oh! Young hero, your... thing's enormous..." First time for such size—but many bluffed.
"Like it?" He circled, kissing cheeks, lips, neck.
"Mmm... this slave adores it..."
He tore off her gauze, baring flawless curves. Latching a nipple, he suckled ravenously—milky sweetness—then the rosy bud. She moaned, hands pausing, then resuming.
Sated on breasts, he caressed her stockinged legs—curves perfection. Kisses trailed, licks along silk; she giggled, squirming. "Tickles!"
Seizing her feet—soft, aromatic through stockings—he sniffed, then kissed and lapped. Scene: her playing, him adoring her dainty feet.
Squatting, he kissed her asscheeks.
Front: parting thighs revealed pink folds, slick slit tempting. He paused—how many tongues before mine?
Straightening, rod in hand—slap! on her face. She yelped, music halting.
He whipped it across her body; she writhed, crying out.
Sweeping her up, to the flowers.
Arms around his neck, she laughed. "Naughty hero... what now... ah!"
"Little slut, taste real sweetness today."
Thrown amid blooms, he pounced, rod prodding her core amid giggles.
Eyes wide at the arm-thick, iron-hot monster—real deal!
"Young hero... gentle..." Pale, she spread wide, activating sect's Muddy Water Harvest Art—stretching her channel for battle.
Wei Yun thrust heedless, parting lips, breaching slick depths. Elastic, yes—but too tight for him.
Pinning stockinged legs, he withdrew, slammed—squelch!
"Ahh... too big... easy... aaah!" Moan; her arts failed amid maximal stretch.
Tender walls clung, massaging. Unsated, he ramped up—paid good, play full!
"Aaaah... heavens... aaah... hero... too... aaah!" Body bucked, crushing flowers.
"Fuck this little cunt dead..." Fiercer thrusts; glans battered cervix, plunged into womb!
"Nooo... in my belly... aaah!" Trembling; abdomen bulged visibly.
Bliss! Deepest heat, sucking walls, hot floods. Pull out—gush. Slam—bulge.
Lips wrecked, shaft pistoned like a fist, ravaging.
Exhilarated, he pounded; she glazed, drooling, limp—harvested? Forgotten.
Hoisting her, strolling flowers, fucking her slight frame—wind caressing, pure ecstasy!
Poses endless, time blurred—surge hit. Final womb-thrust!
"Aaaah!" Convulsing, eyes vacant.
Wei Yun's loins clenched; seed erupted deep.
"Bliss."
Chuckling, he released; rod softened, trunk-like between legs.
She sprawled, quivering, legs splayed—swollen lips, gaping slick hole.
"Young hero... you... incredible..." Watery eyes, pitiful.
Sitting beside: "Cherry Blossom's stingy—one girl? I'm gifted; you couldn't handle."
"How were we to know your ferocity..." Half-smitten with it.
Sect rule: full day. Most managed half in sex, rest flirting, arts, pillow talk.
Sect arts harvested yang subtly—boosting cultivation fast. Tiny sips unnoticed; willing anyway.
One girl sufficed: tease to ecstasy.
Even top guests barely matched one.
This three-year novice, arts masterful—yet he'd wrung multiple squirtings.
Afternoon waned. Chatting, Wei Yun probed sect secrets.
"Sect Leader, nine elders—one per state. What realms?" Rod slapping her idly.
Tingling, moaning: "Nine elders: all Dharma Manifestation powerhouses... Leader: heaven-defying..."
"Impressive."
Wei Yun compared: Yao Lao Ren unfathomable, four elders sublime, ten trues formidable. Medicine King stronger.
Day's end: slip glowed.
Dressed just in time—vanished. Array whisked him outside the estate.