Dual Cultivation System: The Villainous Servant’s Rise

Chapter 251: Chi Lian: How Do You Want Sister to Help You Relax?

In less than a quarter of an hour, silence returned to the Martial Arts Square.

The thousands of Overlord Hall disciples lay fallen, their bodies desiccated husks scattered across the stone like dry leaves in autumn. It was a scene of purgatory, yet for the tens of thousands of onlookers—Inner Disciples of a Demonic Sect—there was no nausea, only a profound, bone-deep reverence for power.

For Su Meiyu and the other Hall Masters, the message was crystal clear: Betray the sect, and your entire legacy dies with you.

With such a draconian example etched into the stone with blood, few would dare to entertain thoughts of rebellion in the centuries to come. Old Ghost Black Sha had been desperate, seduced by Zhao Batian’s promises, but his gamble had cost him everything.

Whoosh!

Having drained the last drop of vitality from the final disciple, the Crimson Oath streaked back through the air and settled into Han Lie’s grip.

The blade hummed with a low, satisfied vibration. A thick, crimson mist swirled around the steel, and the killing intent radiating from it was sharp enough to cut the eye. More importantly, the blood-red crescent moon etched into the blade had evolved; it had expanded into a radiant half-moon.

After drinking the blood of thousands of cultivators, the Crimson Oath had ascended. It was now a High Grade Heaven Rank Dharma Treasure.

Han Lie didn’t waste time admiring it. He casually stowed the weapon away, his expression indifferent to the carnage he had just wrought.

“Excellent.”

Chi Lian stepped forward, her voice projecting effortlessly across the square. “The tribunal is concluded. However, I have one final announcement.”

She paused, letting the anticipation build.

“The position of Master of the Overlord Hall is now vacant. It needs to be filled.”

Her eyes swept over the crowd, sparking fires in the hearts of the ambitious. “Anyone with the ambition to replace Old Ghost Black Sha may submit an application to the Elder Council. We will deliberate, vote, and announce the new Hall Master in due time.”

“Oh, and one condition,” she added with a devious smile. “The minimum requirement is the Nascent Soul Stage. If you haven’t reached that threshold… well, work harder and wait for the next corpse to fall.”

Boom!

The square erupted. The terror of the execution evaporated instantly, replaced by a feverish, hungry excitement.

The slaughter? Forgotten. The thousands of dead disciples? Irrelevant. All that mattered now was the empty throne.

It wasn’t just the veteran Nascent Soul elders who were salivating. Even the younger prodigies like Zhuo Hongyi, Qin Lan, and Li Xingji felt their hearts race.

One of the Eight Great Hall Masters!

Below the Elder Council, this was the apex of power within the Heavenly Void Sect. The resources, the authority, the status—it was a prize worth killing for.

As the sect dissolved into heated debates and scheming over the vacancy, Han Lie and Chi Lian quietly departed, returning to the sanctuary of the Elder Council.

“You seemed hesitant before we started,” Chi Lian teased as they walked through the serene courtyards of the Moon Rain Pavilion. “But when the killing started, you were quite decisive, Little Brother.”

“I had to be,” Han Lie replied with a smirk. “I was acting under the immense pressure of the Grand Elder. I didn’t dare show mercy.”

“Oh? Am I really that scary?” Chi Lian pouted, a playful, fox-like expression crossing her face. “Pressuring you? I would never.”

She didn’t press the issue. She knew that without the Overlord Hall disciples’ foolish provocation, Han Lie might have wavered. Their insults had sealed their fate.

“Of course you are,” Han Lie said with mock seriousness. “Standing next to you in front of thousands… the pressure is invisible but heavy. You just don’t realize your own presence, Sister.”

“Hahaha~” Chi Lian laughed, the sound like silver bells. She leaned in close, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “In that case… how about Sister helps you relax?”

She threw him a glance that promised wicked things.

“Elaborate on ‘relax’?” Han Lie raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued.

Chi Lian didn’t answer with words. She led him deep into the Moon Rain Pavilion, into her private, secret chamber.

She pushed him down onto the soft, expansive bed. Then, she straddled him from behind, her arms wrapping around his neck, her breath hot against his ear.

“Little Brother,” she purred, “tell me… how do you want me to service you?”

“Hehe. I’m easy,” Han Lie chuckled, relaxing his limbs and surrendering control. “Sister Chi Lian, feel free to improvise.”

Chi Lian did not need to be told twice.

She treated him like the world’s rarest treasure. Her boneless, slender fingers glided over his skin, tracing lines of fire along his meridians. Her touch was electric, masterful.

Han Lie felt as though he had fallen into a Gentle Fragrance Pavilion of the senses. He closed his eyes, immersing himself in the intoxicating scent of her perfume and the expert ministrations of her hands.

To please him, Chi Lian unleashed a repertoire of techniques that would make a succubus blush. Compared to their first encounter, her proficiency had skyrocketed in a straight vertical line.

After an hour of agonizingly slow, exquisite foreplay, Chi Lian shifted. She adopted a pose as enchanting as a nine-tailed fox, her eyes misty with desire, her posture an invitation to sin.

“Darling…” she breathed, her voice trembling slightly. “Come and love your Sister properly.”

“Beg me,” Han Lie said lazily, enjoying the view.

“Mmm…” Chi Lian bit her lip, her composure fracturing. “I beg you… hurry… Sister can’t wait anymore.”

“Good girl. Since you asked so nicely, I can’t be rude.”

Han Lie moved.

In an instant, the teasing ended, and the storm began.

Chi Lian felt her spirit soar, ascending through the clouds, drifting between heaven and earth in a state of pure, unadulterated euphoria. The overwhelming pleasure washed over her like a tidal wave, reminding her once again of the visceral joy of being a woman—and a cultivator.

She clung to him desperately, wishing she could fuse her very soul with his.

This state of bliss did not end quickly.

It lasted for seven days.

For seven days and nights, the secret chamber was filled with the sounds of a battle more intense than any duel. The heavens tilted, the earth crumbled, and time lost all meaning.

When they finally emerged from their trance, Chi Lian looked radiant. Her skin glowed with a pearlescent luster, her face flushed with deep satisfaction. It wasn’t just physical; under the relentless nourishment of Han Lie’s Pure Yang Sacred Body, her cultivation had surged.

Han Lie’s gains were equally substantial.

Although Chi Lian did not practice the Yin Yang Demonic Art, her cultivation base was profoundly deep. Through seven days of uninterrupted dual cultivation, Han Lie achieved perfect Yin-Yang harmony. His unstable foundation from the rapid breakthrough was completely solidified.

He was now firmly established in the Late Nascent Soul Stage, ready to march toward Perfection.

“Little Brother…” Chi Lian sat on the edge of the bed, lazily combing her messy hair with her fingers. She looked at him with eyes full of liquid affection. “Was Sister satisfying enough this time?”

“Not bad,” Han Lie grinned, stretching his limbs. “Much better than last time. But Sister… previously, you seemed a bit inexperienced. How did you become so proficient so quickly?”

Chi Lian’s red lips curled into a proud, charming smile.

“I have been doing my homework,” she confessed shamelessly. “I raided the archives for books on the subject. After all…”

She crawled back over to him, resting her chin on his chest.

“This concerns your pleasure as much as mine. Naturally, I had to study deeply.”

She winked. “So? Was the research effective?”