Dual Cultivation System: The Villainous Servant’s Rise

The fairy in white offered Han Lie a gentle, lingering smile.

With a movement as light as a falling petal, she spun through the air and landed gracefully on the center rug.

Following her lead, the dozen dancers behind her flowed into a routine that perfectly balanced sensuality with high-class elegance.

Throughout the performance, the lead dancer seemed to interact with Han Lie—sometimes intentionally, sometimes seemingly by accident. Her gaze would hook onto his, then shyly dart away. Han Lie, never one to be shy, played along boldly. at one point, he even reached out and hand-fed her a Spirit Fruit as she swirled past his table.

When the music finally faded, the fairy in white led her troupe in a deep, respectful bow toward Han Lie and Li Yi before they filed out of the hall.

Han Lie sat there, swirling his wine cup, his mind clearly wandering. The lead dancer had successfully hooked his soul.

“Hahaha!”

Seeing Han Lie’s distracted state, Li Yi laughed heartily.

“It seems Young Friend Han truly prefers the more… spirited entertainment! This dance troupe is one of the top performing arts groups in the entire Great Qin Dynasty.”

Li Yi leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “This Senior had to spend a heavy sum to acquire them.”

He winked. “I noticed Young Friend Han was quite engrossed just now. I assume you have an appreciation for the art of dance? How about I arrange for Fairy Ling Miao to have a private… exchange of skills with you later?”

The subtext in Li Yi’s words was loud enough to deafen a deaf man. Anyone with a functioning brain knew exactly what “exchange of skills” meant in this context.

Han Lie, naturally, understood perfectly.

“Grand Councilor Li,” Han Lie asked, feigning ignorance, “is the ‘Fairy Ling Miao’ you speak of the white-clad dancer who led the performance just now?”

“Hehe, precisely.”

Li Yi nodded with a serious expression, though his eyes twinkled with amusement. “According to what I know, Fairy Ling Miao has been studying the art of dance since she was a child—over twenty years of rigorous training. As for how soft and flexible her body is… well, I imagine Young Friend Han has already seen that for himself.”

“Grand Councilor Li is absolutely correct,” Han Lie agreed, laughing. “To say her figure is as supple as a water snake would not be an exaggeration in the least!”

“Young Friend Han might not know this,” Li Yi continued, buttering him up, “but countless high officials and nobles have begged for a chance to witness Fairy Ling Miao’s celestial dance up close, only to be turned away at the door. If not for This Senior having a bit of influence in the Great Qin Dynasty, I fear even I would have been given the cold shoulder. Haha!”

“Grand Councilor Li is too modest,” Han Lie replied, flattering the old fox without blinking or missing a beat. “In the entire Great Qin Dynasty, aside from the Imperial Family, whose influence can possibly compare to yours? Today, it is entirely thanks to your grace that I was able to witness Fairy Ling Miao’s devastating, empire-toppling beauty.”

Li Yi stroked his beard, visibly pleased. “Young Friend Han is too polite. Compared to the political benefits you have secured for me, this is merely a small appetizer.”

He waved his hand dismissively. “If Young Friend Han hasn’t seen enough, I shall instruct Fairy Ling Miao to visit your room tonight. You and she can have a proper, thorough discussion on the nuances of dance. How does that sound?”

“Haha! Since Grand Councilor Li is so thoughtful, it would be rude of me to refuse. I shall respectfully comply,” Han Lie accepted with a polite nod, not bothering with false refusals.

“Hahahaha! Excellent! Young Friend Han, cheers!”

They chatted for a while longer before Li Yi ended the private celebration, citing the need to attend the early morning court session the next day.

Han Lie returned to the guest wing of the estate.

He hadn’t been back in his room for long when a soft sound echoed from the entrance.

Knock, knock.

Creak.

The door pushed open.

Ling Miao stood in the doorway, still dressed in that ethereal, fairy-like white gauze dress. Her face, lightly touched with makeup, was exquisite—like finely carved jade or a half-ripe red apple, delicate and tender enough that one wanted to take a bite.

Waves of an intoxicating floral scent drifted from her skin, instantly turning the room into a fairyland.

“Ling Miao pays her respects to the Daoist.”

She offered a slight curtsy, her long eyelashes trembling as she lowered her gaze. Her voice, when it came, was soft and melodious, like the chiming of heavenly bells.

“Daoist… this concubine has come by Grand Councilor Li’s order. I wonder if…”

“Hehe, Fairy Ling Miao, please come in.”

She stepped inside and closed the door, bowing again. “I heard the Daoist had not yet had his fill of this concubine’s dancing. Would you allow me to perform another piece for you?”

“Haha, good! Fairy Ling Miao, please!”

With Han Lie’s permission, Ling Miao gestured for him to stand in the center of the spacious room. She began to dance around him.

Even without the backing music or the troupe, her steps were agile, her posture flowing like smoke. She circled him like a butterfly, her movements playful and teasing.

After a few passes, Ling Miao extended a hand—creamy white and smooth as jade—inviting him to join her.

Han Lie didn’t hesitate. He took her hand.

Though Ling Miao tried to guide him, Han Lie had zero foundation in dance. His movements were stiff and awkward, causing Ling Miao to cover her mouth and giggle secretly.

Toward the end of the dance, Ling Miao began to spin rapidly around him. Suddenly, she seemed to use too much force. The momentum threw her off balance, sending her flying outward.

“Ah…!”

Just as she was about to crash onto the floor, a strong arm snaked out, catching her firmly by her slender waist.

“Fairy Ling Miao, how can a professional be so careless?” Han Lie asked, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips.

“Thank you, Daoist.”

Ling Miao looked up at him, her stunning face showing a mix of shock and vulnerability. “It is only because the Daoist is too charming… this concubine was momentarily distracted. I am truly sorry for causing you trouble.”

Han Lie chuckled helplessly and helped her stand upright.

However, the moment her feet touched the ground, her body went boneless. She collapsed straight into Han Lie’s embrace, pressing her softness against his chest.

She looked up, her voice turning sultry and coquettish.

“The night is long, and a lone man and a solitary woman are sharing a room… Daoist, don’t you want to create a little story with this concubine?”

“What kind of story?” Han Lie asked with great interest.

“Daoist, don’t tease me. Neither of us are children here.”

Pressed against him with zero distance between them, feeling the heat and the heartbeat from his chest, Ling Miao’s face flushed a deeper shade of red.

“Haha. I don’t mind having a story with a fairy like you,” Han Lie said bluntly. “But I must warn you… this story might be a short one.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Ling Miao whispered, making her stance clear. “As long as I can share a story with the Daoist, this concubine will be satisfied. I dare not hope for a sequel.”

Han Lie tried to help her up again, but she went limp in his arms once more.

He frowned slightly, tightening his grip on her willow-thin waist. Through the thin gauze of her dress, he noticed something odd.

“Fairy Ling Miao, your skin is burning hot. Could it be… you haven’t had this kind of contact with the opposite sex before?”

“Mmh,” she buried her face in his shoulder. “This is this concubine’s first time.”

“Is that so?” Han Lie asked, half-believing, half-doubting.

“This concubine dares not lie,” she vowed solemnly.

Han Lie narrowed his eyes. He didn’t rely on words; he relied on actions.

He cupped the back of her head and lowered his face.

In an instant, he captured her cherry-red lips.

The moment their lips met, Ling Miao’s body trembled violently, as if a jolt of high-voltage electricity had shot through her veins.

Her mind went completely blank.

Han Lie savored the sweetness, testing her response.

She stood there frozen, stiff as a board, making no movement whatsoever. She didn’t know where to put her hands, didn’t know how to breathe, didn’t know how to respond. It was clear she had absolutely zero experience with kissing.

Her claim was true.

For Han Lie, although a novice like Ling Miao was a bit wooden in technique, the advantage was that she was a blank canvas—one he could paint however he wished.

He didn’t wait for her to recover.

Han Lie pried open her teeth, laid siege to her senses, and plundered everything she had to offer.