Dual Cultivation System: My Cultivation Was Crippled, So I Rely on Intimacy to Level Up

Above the battlefield, Spirit Qi erupted in violent waves, and deafening roars shook the heavens!

Du Chuyao’s jade-like hands danced, weaving complex seals. One by one, Dharma Treasures of various shapes flew from her sleeves. Some expanded into towering mountains to crush her foe, others transformed into sharp golden halberds to tear through the sky, while still others condensed into massive earthen shields to protect her flank.

She truly lived up to her reputation as the possessor of a treasure-seeking physique. The sheer wealth she displayed was enough to make anyone gasp in astonishment.

However, the sinister man facing her was incredibly troublesome.

Wan Lang was shrouded in a faint pink mist, his figure elusive and ghost-like. He refused to clash head-on with Du Chuyao’s heavy treasures, choosing instead to weave and dodge, steadily draining her Mana.

The longer Du Chuyao fought, the more alarmed she became.

Her Mana consumption was far higher than normal. And this Entrapment Array… something about it felt wrong.

Seeing that Du Chuyao had finally noticed the anomaly, Wan Lang threw his head back and laughed heartily.

“Immortal Maiden Du, have you finally sensed it? My ‘Inverted Phoenix Lock Immortal Array’ is a gift tailored specifically for your Spirit Ying Sacred Body and Jade Soul Golden Pupils!”

“In its initial phase, it is silent and formless, blending perfectly with the ambient Spirit Qi. No matter how sharp your Golden Pupils are, you cannot detect the trap. But now that you are deep within it, the formation is complete. The more you struggle, the deeper you sink, and the faster your power drains!”

Du Chuyao’s beautiful face turned frosty. “Demon Wan Lang! Cease your arrogance! Do you think a mere Entrapment Array can hold me?”

Her jade fingers snapped into a new seal. Dazzling golden light erupted from her body, empowering her artifacts. Their brilliance intensified, and her offensive became thirty percent more ferocious.

Wan Lang remained unhurried. He smirked.

“Immortal Maiden Du, save your strength. Don’t you feel it? Your Mana circulation is sluggish, your consumption several times the norm. But this Grand Array isn’t just for trapping people. Tell me, have you felt… a trace of something else?”

Du Chuyao’s heart tightened. She scanned her internal state. Aside from the excessive Mana drain, her spiritual platform remained clear.

“Playing tricks!” she scoffed.

“Oh? You can’t feel it?” Wan Lang feigned surprise, then his tone shifted to one of mockery. “Naturally, you can’t feel it yet. The poison catalyst in the array is currently only half-complete! This half-dose is harmless—it actually stimulates a cultivator’s Potential, making you stronger initially and harder to detect… But when the other half appears…”

Before he finished speaking, the light in the eyes of the thirty puppet-like women floating behind him suddenly extinguished.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Their delicate bodies withered instantly. Skin lost its luster, muscles atrophied, and their Vitality and blood essence were forcibly extracted. In the blink of an eye, they turned into desiccated husks, falling from the sky like dry leaves.

BOOM!

A thick pink mist, heavy with the stench of raw desire, exploded from the corpses and rushed into the sky, converging entirely into Wan Lang’s body!

Wan Lang’s aura skyrocketed, breaking through limits to reach a terrifying peak. The pink demonic mist around him condensed into a near-solid substance, from which the faint, ghostly moans of countless women could be heard.

“Immortal Maiden Du, now… it is time to taste the other half of this ‘wonderful’ flavor!”

Wan Lang opened his mouth and exhaled a dense, cloying cloud of pink poison that carried a sickeningly sweet fragrance.

Instantly, the air filled with decadent, maddening sounds. The mist expanded explosively, completely swallowing Du Chuyao!

Du Chuyao’s expression changed drastically.

Heat.

A wave of scorching heat detonated in her Dantian, rushing straight to the depths of her soul.

The Mana in her veins felt as if it were boiling, turning frenzied and chaotic. The Dharma Treasures she had controlled with ease just moments ago began to flicker and shake, threatening to fall from the sky.

Even more terrifying were the illusions. Waves of licentious, shameful scenes flooded her mind, targeting her deepest, most suppressed desires.

She saw herself draped in sheer gauze, entwined with a faceless man…

She saw herself abandoning all dignity, indulging in unrestrained behavior under the gaze of thousands…

The unbearable scenes made her want to die of shame, yet a treacherous seed of longing sprouted in the dark corners of her heart.

Not good!

Du Chuyao bit her lip until it bled. She recognized this technique—the Desire Wonder Palace’s unique secret art, designed to defile a cultivator’s Dao Foundation and incite Heart Demons. If she succumbed, she would be reduced to a mindless “medicine slave,” good for nothing but copulation!

She desperately guarded her mind, her Jade Soul Golden Pupils flashing with light as she tried to pierce the illusions. Her Spirit Ying Sacred Body glowed with treasure light, fighting the erosion of the drug.

But the Inverted Phoenix Lock Immortal Array had been designed to counter her specific physique. The array and the poison fed off each other, doubling the potency.

Her Mana was already drained. Now, poisoned by this vile aphrodisiac, the clarity of her Golden Pupils began to drown in a tide of pink. The holy light of her body dimmed. Her will wavered, and the fire of desire burned hotter with every breath.

Hidden in the distant clouds, Zhou Kai watched everything unfold.

This Wan Lang is vicious. Sacrificing thirty female cultivators as living batteries to power a formation and a poison? That was truly diabolical.

“Du Chuyao is in deep trouble.”

Zhou Kai stroked his chin. Seeing the Senior Sister falter, he calculated his odds.

If Du Chuyao loses, Wan Lang will sweep the battlefield. He’ll find me, and I’ll be stuck in this sealed space with a powered-up maniac. I can’t escape unless the array breaks. I need to thin the herd.

Decision made, he activated the Cicada Raiment Art.

Crack. Pop.

His bones shifted. In the blink of an eye, his handsome features warped into those of an ordinary, forgettable youth. He suppressed his aura, disguising himself as a weak Foundation Establishment Third Layer cultivator.

He glanced at the other side of the battlefield. Wu Hongxiao was on her knees, blood trickling from her mouth. Her Vitality had been sealed, her spear lost, and she was held captive by a burly Demonic Cultivator.

Zhou Kai’s eyes flashed. Gripping the Hundred Beast Banner, he screamed with feigned righteous fury and charged out of the clouds.

“Senior Sister Wu! I’m here to save you!”

Wu Hongxiao, kneeling in despair, suddenly heard a grief-stricken shout.

Her heart trembled. That voice… is it Zhou Kai?

She strained to look up, only to see a completely strange young man. He looked utterly ordinary, his cultivation a pitiful Foundation Establishment Third Layer. Yet, he was charging toward her with reckless abandon.

Where did this reckless fool come from?

Wu Hongxiao was equal parts anxious and angry. I’m at Bone Forging Seventh Layer and I got captured! What are you, a Foundation Establishment weakling, doing here? Delivering your head on a platter? Get lost!

But seeing the “boy’s” expression of unflinching bravery, looking at death as if returning home, she felt a pang of moved agony. Unable to speak, she desperately threw him a glare that screamed, Run! Don’t worry about me!

She hoped the idiot would understand.

On the Spirit Boat, Yun Kang was busy enjoying the show. Du Chuyao’s current state—eyes glassy, breath hitching, robes disheveled—was a feast for his eyes.

Hearing the commotion, he glanced impatiently at Zhou Kai.

“Where did this country bumpkin crawl out from? Trying to play the hero saving the beauty? You have a death wish!”

He jerked his chin at a Bone Forging Sixth Layer subordinate beside him. “Wei Liang. Go kill him.”

The demonic cultivator named Wei Liang bowed. “Yes, Young Master!”

His figure blurred into a streak of black smoke, shooting straight for Zhou Kai.

Seeing the enemy approach, Zhou Kai’s face “revealed” pure panic. He let out a strange yelp, waving the Hundred Beast Banner chaotically. A few weak, illusory beast shadows materialized, only to be slapped away by Wei Liang like flies.

“Ah! Don’t kill me!”

Zhou Kai turned and fled, looking as if he had oiled the soles of his feet. He ran straight toward the edge of the Entrapment Array, screaming in a tearful voice: “Senior Sister, save me! I don’t want to die!”

Seeing such cowardice, Wei Liang grinned savagely and accelerated. “Kid, where do you think you’re going?! Die for me!”

Wei Liang closed the distance in seconds, convinced victory was in hand.

But just as Zhou Kai seemed about to slam face-first into the array’s barrier, he stopped.

Abruptly.

He turned around. The panic in his eyes had vanished without a trace, replaced by a cold, predatory glint.

Whoosh!

A streak of silver light, fast beyond comprehension, shot silently from Zhou Kai’s sleeve.

Flowing Light Sword. Forged from Star Iron Essence. Empowered by the Heavenly Scripture.

Wei Liang’s pupils contracted to pinpoints. At this range, evasion was impossible.

Pfft!

The sword light flashed and vanished. Wei Liang’s protective Spirit Qi was torn apart like wet paper. A bloody hole appeared in the center of his forehead.

The light in his eyes faded instantly.

Until the very end, he couldn’t understand how a Foundation Establishment “trash” could unleash a strike so terrifying that even he, a Bone Forging expert, couldn’t react. That power… it was clearly at the Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection level!

Zhou Kai didn’t hesitate. He clamped a large hand onto the dying man’s skull.

Soul Search.

He ripped through the man’s fading memories. A moment later, Zhou Kai’s eyes flashed with understanding.

Wan Lang was the only son of a Nascent Soul Elder from the Desire Wonder Palace. His status was noble, and he cultivated the sect’s infamous Plucking and Replenishing demonic technique.

It was Wan Lang who approached Yun Kang, promising thirty top-tier Cultivation Vessels and a share of the “spoils” if Yun Kang helped lure Du Chuyao into this trap.

Yun Kang, being a lustful idiot, agreed instantly.

Zhou Kai stripped the Storage Bag from Wei Liang’s corpse. Then, the Cicada Raiment Art activated again.

In a few breaths, his height, face, and aura shifted to match Wei Liang perfectly. He suppressed his cultivation to Bone Forging Sixth Layer.

Adjusting “Wei Liang’s” robes, Zhou Kai kicked the corpse into the underbrush and swaggered back toward the Spirit Boat.

“Young Master!” Zhou Kai bowed deeply. “Fortunately, I did not disgrace the mission. That fool has been slain!”

Yun Kang didn’t even look away from the battle. He waved his hand dismissively.

“Took you long enough to kill some Foundation Establishment trash. Useless thing. Stand aside and don’t disturb this Young Master’s appreciation of the Immortal Maiden… heh, subduing the demon!”

Zhou Kai sneered internally.

If not for your Sect Leader grandfather, a piece of trash like you would be dead in a ditch. Weak as a chicken, relying entirely on subordinates, yet you really think you’re a big shot.

He wouldn’t strike Yun Kang now.

Although Yun Kang was a “straw bag” (good-for-nothing), he was covered in protective Dharma Treasures, and two Bone Forging Grand Perfection guards were watching him closely. Assassination would be difficult.

Besides, the main event was still happening above. Du Chuyao was at a disadvantage, but she was still the Senior Sister of Qionghua Palace. Her foundation ran deep. Wan Lang would need to expend serious effort to break her completely.

Zhou Kai would wait. The winner would be decided soon enough.