Dual Cultivation System: The Villainous Servant’s Rise

Chapter 276: Forged into a Cultivation Furnace? Call Me Master.

Unfazed by the possibility of a trick, Lin Jiaomei tossed the wooden box over.

Ye Qingxuan caught it and performed a swift inspection. Confirming the contents were indeed the Taiyin Profound Maiden Fruit, she gave a curt, satisfied nod. “You have some sincerity, I’ll give you that. He’s yours. Farewell.”

With those final words, Ye Qingxuan tore open a rift in space and vanished without a trace.

Sensing Ye Qingxuan’s aura fade completely into the distance, Lin Jiaomei finally allowed herself a private sigh of relief.

“Alright, my pretty boy.”

She turned her attention back to her prize, gliding before Han Lie. With a slender, jade-like finger, she hooked his chin, forcing his head up. “From now on,” she purred, her voice a predatory caress, “you belong to me.”

A violent shiver wracked Han Lie’s body. He stared at her, his face a mask of pure terror. “S-Sister… what could possibly make me worth such a price? A-Apart from being a little handsome, I’m just an ordinary cultivator! I have nothing!”

“Hehe.” Lin Jiaomei’s laugh was a low, throaty chuckle. “Still playing innocent, are we, little toy boy? You’re no ordinary cultivator. You possess the Pure Yang Sacred Body—a treasure one might not find in a billion souls.”

She leaned closer, her scent intoxicating and dangerous. “Otherwise, did you really think you were worth 280 million Spirit Stones?”

Hearing this, the blood drained from Han Lie’s face, his eyes widening in what looked like genuine horror.

“Hahaha! Shocked, are you?” she cackled, her laughter echoing with triumph. “You saw me that night. I grow stronger by devouring the Yang Qi and cultivation of men. Did you truly think I wouldn’t recognize a delicacy like you?”

“…”

Han Lie’s lips trembled as he forced out the words, “M-May I ask… what is your Sect, sister?”

“The Joyous Union Sect, from the western region of the Tianyuan Continent,” Lin Jiaomei announced with a radiant smile. “Countless men would kill for the chance to enter my Joyous Union Sect, but they lack the qualifications. For me to spend so much to bring you in… consider it a blessing you’ve earned over three lifetimes.”

It all clicked into place. No wonder, Han Lie thought, his mind racing behind his terrified facade. The revealing clothes, the seductive arts… this filthy harlot is a demoness from the Joyous Union Sect.

“Then… when I arrive at your Sect,” Han Lie asked, his voice a careful mix of caution and feigned interest, “what… what will my status be?”

“Haha, status?”

Lin Jiaomei’s playful expression vanished, replaced by a demonic sneer. “You’ll be my personal Cultivation Furnace, of course,” she mocked. “Every last drop of your Pure Yang energy belongs to me, and me alone!”

“???” Han Lie looked utterly stunned.

“Oh, my sweet little toy boy,” she cooed, her voice dripping with venom. “Did you really think I couldn’t see through your pathetic little scheme with that bitch? You planned to let her take the fruit and then find a way to slip away from me, didn’t you?”

“Thus, you’d get the Taiyin Profound Maiden Fruit for free. A clever plan,” she conceded, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “A shame you couldn’t hide it from me.”

“No…” Han Lie scrambled backward, raw panic etched onto his handsome features.

In the next instant, Lin Jiaomei’s four female attendants moved, surrounding him like a cage snapping shut, cutting off any hope of escape.

“Sister… you, you have to listen to me!”

“Hehe, you can tell me all about it after I’ve forged you into my Cultivation Furnace.”

Just as Han Lie’s hand moved to crush the teleportation jade slip hidden in his palm, a terrifying pressure slammed into him, paralyzing him instantly. His limbs went slack, his spiritual energy locked down. The jade slip slipped from his nerveless fingers and clattered to the ground.

With a beckoning gesture, Lin Jiaomei drew the jade slip into her hand.

“A teleportation jade slip. Just as I thought.” She toyed with the small artifact, her voice laced with smug satisfaction.

“S-Sister, I… I really won’t run! Please… just let me go!” A bead of cold sweat traced a path down Han Lie’s temple as his voice began to tremble.

“And do you think I’d believe you?” Lin Jiaomei sneered. “That little act you and that bitch put on was quite convincing. If I hadn’t been prepared, I might have actually been fooled.” She leaned in again, her whisper a chilling promise. “Don’t worry, pretty boy. Once I’ve finished forging you, I’ll naturally grant you your ‘freedom’.”

With that, she wasted no more time.

With a flick of her fingers, Lin Jiaomei wove a complex seal. A Formation materialized from thin air, trapping Han Lie within a cage of light. Eerie green light pulsed from the array, bathing him in its sickly glow. His vision blurred, his mind clouded over.

Whispers from some unknown abyss echoed in his skull, clawing at his consciousness, trying to tear down the walls of his mind and seize control.

“Aaaargh!”

Han Lie screamed, clutching his head as his face twisted into a mask of agony. He seemed to be in excruciating pain.

Seeing this, the smile on Lin Jiaomei’s lips widened. She was already fantasizing about the blissful life ahead, with her new, thought-controlled puppet. A male cultivator with the Pure Yang Sacred Body… she had never tasted anything like it. The mere thought sent a thrill of excitement through her.

One Taiyin Profound Maiden Fruit for a Pure Yang Sacred Body Cultivation Furnace. It was a steal, no matter how you looked at it. She knew there was a risk of being played by Ye Qingxuan, but so far, everything was proceeding exactly as she had envisioned.

Han Lie’s cultivation was impressive, and his Pure Yang Sacred Body might grant him immunity to her seductive arts. But so what? Resisting her charms was one thing; resisting her Cultivation Furnace Formation was another entirely.

“Aaaargh!”

After some time, Han Lie felt his mind being churned into paste. His very sense of self was beginning to crumble.

Hum!

Just as his consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse, a warm current erupted from the depths of his being. It surged like a spring, flowing through his Meridians and blood vessels. It was the Spirit Cleansing Profound Pill.

The pure, gentle energy flooded his mind, nourishing his spirit and knitting his fractured consciousness back together. Under its protection, his mind rapidly stabilized. The whispers faded, the fog lifted.

Clarity returned.

Han Lie knew the pill Ye Qingxuan had given him had worked. If a method existed to enslave a person as a Cultivation Furnace, then countermeasures—be they pills, Dharma Treasures, or other rare materials—must also exist. The Spirit Cleansing Profound Pill was one such high-grade treasure.

He and Ye Qingxuan had anticipated this. There were many ways to create a Cultivation Furnace, some involving brutal plunder, others a long-term nurturing process. Given the immense value of his Pure Yang Sacred Body, Lin Jiaomei would never treat him as a disposable tool. She would want a long-term supply. Therefore, turning him into a mind-controlled puppet was her most logical first step. To counter this, Ye Qingxuan had prepared the pill for him, just in case.

With the pill’s aid, Han Lie’s consciousness was fully restored.

However, he gave no sign. He kept his body writhing, his face a canvas of torment, playing the part of the broken victim to perfection.

Half an hour later, his struggles ceased. The pained expression on his face smoothed into a blank, empty slate.

Seeing this, Lin Jiaomei knew she had succeeded.

She stepped forward again and lifted his chin, gazing into his vacant, lifeless eyes—the eyes of a puppet. A laugh of pure, unrestrained joy escaped her lips. “Hahaha! From this day forward, you are my exclusive tool. And I am your master. Do you understand?”

She tilted his head up, forcing his empty gaze to meet hers.

“Call me Master.”