Chapter 111: One Thousand and One Positions

Xiu Qingcheng had originally thought she would get to watch the amusing spectacle of thousands of young maidens chasing Meng Yingxing all over the place.

However, Meng Yingxing was determined this time and managed to persuade all the girls to go back in one go.

But who would have thought— ah, who would have thought— there would be a plot twist!

A glamorous, mature beauty, dressed in revealing clothing, took the unconventional route.

She flew in, shattering the window, and pointed a sharp fan that looked increasingly dangerous right at Meng Yingxing, explicitly naming him to be her dual cultivation partner.

It was just that… this older sister’s cultivation wasn’t that high either.

She was only at the middle stage of the Myriad Stars realm; with just that level of strength, how dared she be so arrogant?

Meng Yingxing glanced calmly at the woman before him, his expression turning much colder than the relatively gentle look he had shown the group of girls earlier.

“I am neither kin nor friend to you, Miss. Isn’t it a bit sudden for you to demand I become your dual cultivation partner the moment you arrive?”

Meng Yingxing habitually addressed girls as ‘Miss’ unless they were particularly elderly.

In reality, Meng Yingxing had no idea what a ‘dual cultivation partner’ specifically did; he only knew it was a very intimate relationship, like that of a husband and wife.

Now, having a woman who looked much older than him, and whom he had never met, suddenly claiming she wanted to be his wife would make anyone feel baffled.

“It is not sudden.”

The woman lifted her sharp chin, a smile hooking the corners of her red lips.

“A dual cultivation partner is nothing more than a relationship of mutual utilization.”

‘Is the relationship between husband and wife also an existence based on mutual utilization?’

Meng Yingxing furrowed his brows, feeling a few degrees more unspoken aversion toward this frivolous woman in his heart.

“Oh, right. Little Brother Meng Yingxing, I haven’t introduced myself yet.”

The woman suddenly lowered the fan she was pointing at Meng Yingxing and crossed her arms over her chest.

“This humble woman is Nan Feixue, the Saintess of the Ultimate Desire Sect.”

After saying this, Nan Feixue lifted her chin even higher, seeming to have decided that Meng Yingxing would be greatly shocked upon hearing her name.

‘Ultimate Desire Sect? Is this a sect that rose up during the years I stayed in the Divine Weapon Pavilion? I’ve never heard of it before.’

Xiu Qingcheng pretended to be a dead, immobile sword on the side while secretly pondering.

‘However, this name doesn’t sound like a serious orthodox sect. Combined with how Nan Feixue demanded Meng Yingxing be her dual cultivation partner immediately… could it be a sect that cultivates pleasure?’

‘And Nan Feixue is the Saintess of such a sect?’

‘That won’t do. Although this woman is beautiful, she is completely unworthy of my innocent, blockhead disciple.’

‘But the drama is still worth watching.’

Xiu Qingcheng took one look and identified her as a pure temptress.

“Ultimate Desire Sect? I haven’t heard of it. Is it very powerful?”

A look of slight confusion appeared on Meng Yingxing’s face.

What he asked was exactly what Xiu Qingcheng wanted to ask.

Seeing that Meng Yingxing was so ignorant, Nan Feixue was momentarily startled.

“Aren’t you from the Tianfeng Sect? You haven’t heard of my Ultimate Desire Sect?”

Meng Yingxing nodded honestly and fished out his disciple token from his robes.

“I truly do not know. Let me send a message to my senior brother to ask.”

Nan Feixue thought Meng Yingxing was about to call for backup and, for some reason, got anxious; she stretched out her finger and smacked the disciple token in Meng Yingxing’s hand far away.

“No need to ask!”

After saying that, perhaps feeling her behavior was a bit unseemly, Nan Feixue took a step back and closed her eyes to adjust her demeanor.

“Anyway, Big Sister is a very powerful person.”

She opened her eyes, her gaze silky and seductive.

“In other words, Little Brother… are you willing to become Big Sister’s dual cultivation partner? Big Sister likes promising young youths like you the most.”

A single sentence was spoken with such winding intonations by Nan Feixue that it made one’s heart itch.

Listening to this, Xiu Qingcheng thought she had turned on some kind of erotic ASMR audio drama.

Meng Yingxing felt baffled, but he still thoughtfully opened the guest room door for Nan Feixue.

“Miss, please leave. I have no interest in you.”

She ignored Meng Yingxing’s invitation to leave, stroking her own face as she asked,

“Is Big Sister not pretty?”

“Pretty,” Meng Yingxing answered honestly.

Next, Nan Feixue pushed her hips forward and squeezed her chest until the softness seemed ready to burst out.

“Is Big Sister’s figure not good?”

“Good,” Meng Yingxing answered honestly and coldly.

“Could it be that seeing Big Sister like this, you don’t have even a little… impulse?”

Nan Feixue lightly licked the corner of her lips, full of charm.

‘Pah! Demoness! Quit trying to charm my disciple over there!’

Although she chanted this in her heart, Xiu Qingcheng was watching more happily than anyone else; she wanted to see how her disciple would react to such a test.

“No.”

Meng Yingxing refused crisply, without a trace of hesitation.

Speaking of which, Meng Yingxing also found it strange.

‘Clearly, Nan Feixue is wearing less than Master, and her appearance is not inferior to Master’s.’

‘I can stare at her without any scruples, yet why is it that every time I look at Master, I don’t dare to look at her for more than a few seconds?’

Nan Feixue stood frozen in place, truly not expecting to receive such treatment in front of Meng Yingxing.

Although the Ultimate Desire Sect had been classified as a demonic sect, rarely would righteous faction members refuse a request to dual cultivate with someone from the Ultimate Desire Sect.

This was simply because the Ultimate Desire Sect’s secret dual cultivation method was extremely helpful for raising spiritual power, and the members of the sect were all handsome men and beautiful women, exceptionally pleasing to the eye.

Not to mention the Ultimate Desire Sect’s Saintess, Nan Feixue; her beauty was soul-stirring, and usually, if she just hooked her finger while walking down the street, men would come running.

How was it that she couldn’t even handle a single young boy now?

Nan Feixue re-evaluated the Meng Yingxing before her.

A young and handsome physical body… surely he couldn’t be unenlightened, right?

“Apologies, Miss, please leave. I am currently whole-heartedly dedicated to cultivating spirit and have no such thoughts.”

Meng Yingxing stared at Nan Feixue, his eyes completely clear.

“Cultivating spirit? Then dual cultivating with Big Sister can help you cultivate spirit even faster.”

Nan Feixue’s eyes lit up, indicating that Meng Yingxing’s mindset was simply too similar to hers.

She was also whole-heartedly dedicated to spiritual cultivation, just using the method of dual cultivation.

What era was this? Who still used traditional spirit cultivation methods?

“What is the relationship between dual cultivation and cultivating spirit?”

Meng Yingxing asked indifferently.

The Tianfeng Sect had not yet taught Meng Yingxing what a dual cultivation partner or dual cultivation was.

Although Xiu Qingcheng would occasionally make dirty jokes to Meng Yingxing, she hadn’t explained the relationship between dual cultivation and spirit cultivation in detail, so Meng Yingxing truly did not know.

Now, Nan Feixue was certain: the kid in front of her was indeed unenlightened.

She suddenly became even more interested in Meng Yingxing.

This kind of unenlightened boy was too rare; he would definitely be very fun.

Nan Feixue began to laugh, her whole body trembling like a flower branch.

“Little Brother, it seems you still don’t understand the benefits of dual cultivation. Big Sister just happens to have a few books here related to dual cultivation.”

As she spoke, Nan Feixue fished out several books from her bosom and stacked them on the table to the side.

It was unknown how she managed to hide things in that kind of place.

“Big Sister will teach you now, how about it?”

Nan Feixue twisted her body, trying to press against Meng Yingxing with maximum charm.

A wave of fragrant wind assaulted him; Meng Yingxing frowned and raised his hand.

The Ting Tian Sword immediately unsheathed and flew out, landing fiercely in Meng Yingxing’s hand.

Meng Yingxing used the sword to coldly separate Nan Feixue from himself.

“Miss, conduct yourself with dignity.”

If Nan Feixue was truly going to be so forceful in compelling him to become some dual cultivation partner, then his sword was not necessarily dull.

Nan Feixue’s figure froze, her brows furrowing as she prepared to say something.

The next second, yet another woman smashed through the window and entered.

The moment the woman saw Nan Feixue, she acted as if facing a great enemy, pointing her three-foot green blade straight at her.

“Demoness! Cease your evil deeds! Let go of that young boy and come at me!”

Xiu Qingcheng’s spirit was shaken awake.

A plot twist within a plot twist?!

The fun today is plentiful!

Meng Yingxing subconsciously glanced at the woman, feeling she looked somewhat familiar.

Nan Feixue also looked at the woman who broke through the window, her face full of disgust.

“Ying Ruci, I am not interested in women! You people from the Qingling Sect really are lingering spirits, haunting me relentlessly. How long have you been chasing me? If not for my cultivation being locked by your Qingling Sect’s secret technique, I would have killed you on the spot!”

“Demoness! You people corrupt the spirit cultivation world with your obscenity; it is truly detestable! Don’t think of escaping. Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, our Qingling Sect is determined to eradicate you!”

Saying this, the woman named Ying Ruci gave a loud shout and charged toward Nan Feixue, brimming with killing intent.

Nan Feixue clicked her tongue impatiently and waved the iron fan in her hand, scattering a cloud of pink mist toward Ying Ruci.

Facing this mist, Ying Ruci halted her steps and raised her sleeve to cover her nose and mouth, treating it like a scourge.

Then, seizing this moment, Nan Feixue turned her head and, with extreme speed, blew a mouthful of pink breath toward Meng Yingxing as well.

“Little Brother, it seems we cannot communicate deeply today. A little small gift; see you in your dreams.”

Meng Yingxing was startled and hurriedly raised his sword to cover his face with his sleeve, shielding his nose and mouth.

Xiu Qingcheng was lifted in front of Meng Yingxing’s face and even took a forceful sniff of the pink breath Nan Feixue had exhaled.

‘Sweet. It actually smells quite nice.’

Nan Feixue gave a charming laugh, her pink figure shaking off the surrounding pink mist, and—also carrying her weapon— she jumped out of the window.

The two left one after another, and the lively guest room instantly became deserted.

Xiu Qingcheng transformed from the sword in Meng Yingxing’s hand into her human form and landed, her slender figure swaying slightly.

“She flees, she chases, they find it hard to escape.”

Seeing Xiu Qingcheng, who had been silent since earlier, finally reveal herself, Meng Yingxing leaned close to her with a slightly aggrieved look.

“Master, that woman was really strange.”

“Thanks for your hard work, Disciple.”

Meng Yingxing looked very happy.

Xiu Qingcheng patted Meng Yingxing’s shoulder, then sat down cross-legged in front of the table, picking up the books Nan Feixue had left behind with great interest.

“Let me see what kind of books this Nan Feixue left behind.”

Xiu Qingcheng laid the books out in front of her; just one glance made her suck in a breath of cold air.

《Ultimate Desire Dual Cultivation Art》

《The Benefits of Dual Cultivation》

《How to Seize a Handsome Man’s Body》

《One Thousand and One Positions》

Meng Yingxing stood behind Xiu Qingcheng.

Listening to her read the titles out one by one, he felt these were definitely not good books.

“Master, stop reading. That person from the Qingling Sect said she is a demoness.”

Naturally, she wouldn’t have any good books.

However, Xiu Qingcheng didn’t think so at all.

The moment she saw these books, she knew—

Now she had to read them!

A fleeting look of playfulness flashed through Xiu Qingcheng’s eyes.

She directly raised her hand to hook around Meng Yingxing’s neck, pulling his body down until he was at the same height as her.

Then, Xiu Qingcheng directly picked up that copy of 《One Thousand and One Positions》.

“Read it together, Disciple. Aren’t you curious if there are really that many positions?”

“Positions? What positions?”

Meng Yingxing didn’t quite understand and looked woodenly as Xiu Qingcheng opened the book.

Aside from giving birth, what hadn’t Xiu Qingcheng done?

That included critiquing various adult literature and action movies with her roommates in her past life.

Grabbing Meng Yingxing to watch together now was purely a choice born of the desire to share good things.

“Whoa, it’s this intense right from the start? There are even illustrations?”

Xiu Qingcheng flipped open a page, her spirit jolting, and immediately cried out.

Meanwhile, just seeing the explicit illustrations on the page made Meng Yingxing’s face flush blood-red, and he struggled to escape from Xiu Qingcheng’s grasp.

“Master! How can we look at these things! Have you no shame!”

Xiu Qingcheng hugged Meng Yingxing tightly, speaking with righteous confidence.

“I’m looking, I’m looking! I’m even going to read it out loud!”

“Chest , the woman uses her chest “

“Feet , using both feet “

Even though Xiu Qingcheng was just reading it out, it was a string of censored beeps.

Meng Yingxing only felt his head swelling.

Moreover, every time the Master in front of him read out the details of the so-called positions, he would unconsciously look toward the corresponding part of his Master’s body!

When she mentioned the chest, he would see the rise and fall of Master’s chest and the small patch of snow-white skin revealed by her white spaghetti-strap dress.

When she mentioned legs, he would see Master’s pair of legs, which were longer than his life, beautiful and durable, white enough… to glow.

It was truly claiming Meng Yingxing’s old life!

‘Master, we really can’t watch this!’