Dual Cultivation System: The Villainous Servant’s Rise

Chapter 283: Can Anyone Else Match My Stamina? The Demoness’s Dominance and Tenderness

“Naturally,” Ye Qingxuan stated bluntly. “Back then, you were nothing but an old Servant Disciple. To obtain the body of the Sect Leader… how many people would even dare to have such an audacious dream?”

“Haha, you’re not wrong there!” Han Lie didn’t deny it.

Even now, he wouldn’t dare to entertain such a fantasy. The entire affair sounded like something out of a legend. Yet back then, through a bizarre twist of fate, he had actually pulled it off.

Of course, looking back, he realized the conditions that allowed him to seize that opportunity had been incredibly specific. Setting aside Ye Qingxuan’s own unique circumstances at the time, if he had shown even a shred of cowardice, the story of his life would have ended long ago.

“Alright, enough idle talk,” Ye Qingxuan urged, her voice dropping an octave. “It’s time to get down to business.”

Han Lie needed no further encouragement. He buried his face in the warm crook of her neck, his lips tracing a path across every inch of her flawless skin, which was as white as polished jade and smooth as silk.

Ye Qingxuan surrendered to the moment, immersing herself completely in the tenderness he offered.

After reaching the Perfection of the Nascent Soul Stage, the Pure Yang Qi within Han Lie’s body—and his sheer vitality—had surged to an entirely new peak. Therefore, despite having spent the last ten days in continuous dual cultivation with Ye Qingxuan, his energy was still roaring like a furnace.

This time, however, was different.

Han Lie directly invoked the Immortal Fate Women-Taming Canon, guiding them both on a journey to a spiritual plane of ultimate ecstasy.

It had to be said, the Canon truly lived up to its legendary reputation.

Under the relentless assault of Han Lie’s varied and intricate techniques, Ye Qingxuan’s experience was elevated to an unprecedented height. She lost all control over her expression, her usual icy composure shattering into raw, uninhibited bliss.

And this was the effect he achieved using a mere tenth of the Canon’s recorded arts.

While the Immortal Fate Women-Taming Canon detailed seventy-two ingenious techniques, Han Lie saw no need to unleash them all at once. A few new styles per session were more than enough. This approach ensured that every time they cultivated together, the experience would be fresh and novel. Only by doing so could he maximize the Canon’s true potential.

This session lasted for nearly half a month.

In all their years together, it was the first time Ye Qingxuan had been so thoroughly conquered that she was left utterly speechless. The physiological reactions born from such an overwhelming enhancement of sensation were simply impossible to control.

Gazing at her expression—that of a woman utterly conquered, lost in the throes of ecstasy—an unparalleled sense of accomplishment swelled in Han Lie’s heart.

“Sect Leader… how was it?” Han Lie asked with a lazy grin, sprawled out beside her.

Ye Qingxuan took a long moment to catch her breath, a blissful smile finally gracing her lips. “Those twenty million Spirit Stones were well spent, I suppose. Hmph. But that’s the power of the Immortal Fate Women-Taming Canon, not you. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Hahahaha!”

Hearing her proud, almost petulant words, Han Lie chuckled. “Sect Leader, I’m afraid I have to disagree. I don’t deny the Canon’s brilliance, but put any other man in my place. Would he have my vitality? My stamina?”

He pressed his point. “An ordinary cultivator would be on his knees begging for mercy after a single day. A more outstanding one might last two or three days at most before collapsing.”

“…”

Ye Qingxuan was silent.

Damn it all, he was right. She had no rebuttal.

Any man without a Pure Yang Sacred Body could never hope to truly satisfy a female cultivator of her level, let alone withstand such a relentless, high-intensity pace. Any other cultivator would have been drained into a withered husk long ago. How could they possibly be like Han Lie, who still had the energy and mood to tease her?

Speaking of which, after half a month of dual cultivation, Han Lie’s own cultivation had advanced once more. He could clearly feel that the benefits from this session far surpassed any they had shared before. The surge was due to two factors: the immense amplification of Ye Qingxuan’s Yin energy after consuming the Taiyin Profound Maiden Fruit, and the profound techniques of the Immortal Fate Women-Taming Canon.

If this trend continued, Han Lie felt that reaching the Soul Formation realm was no longer a distant dream, but an imminent reality.

Beyond his own progress, he could also sense a qualitative transformation in Ye Qingxuan. Compared to a month ago in the Ancient Desolate Heaven, her aura and spiritual essence had been fundamentally reforged.

Han Lie made a bold guess. After consuming the fruit and nearly a month of intensive cultivation, her power must have also taken a massive leap forward—she might have even broken through to the next minor realm.

From his perspective, her progress might seem slow, but for a cultivator at her stage, it was anything but. Even the most gifted geniuses, without a Fated Chance, would need decades or even centuries of bitter cultivation to break through a single minor realm. For the less talented, it could take millennia. For Ye Qingxuan to achieve a breakthrough in less than twenty years was nothing short of miraculous.

All of it was thanks to Han Lie’s Pure Yang Sacred Body and the Yin Yang Demonic Art.

That, in essence, was the terrifying power of their union—a synergy driven by the most supreme demonic cultivation method on the Tianyuan Continent.

Of course, this was all just his speculation. With his current cultivation, he couldn’t perceive the true depths of her power. It was entirely possible she was even stronger than he imagined.

“Come here.”

Suddenly, Ye Qingxuan beckoned to him with a single finger.

“Sect Leader…?”

Before he could finish, she pulled him into her embrace, holding him tight against her. Her sudden, uncharacteristic action left Han Lie momentarily stunned, unsure how to react.

“Sect Leader, is something wrong?” he asked cautiously.

Ye Qingxuan opened her mouth as if to speak, but the words never came. She simply held him, her silence more potent than any declaration.

“…”

Han Lie didn’t know what she had intended to say, but he understood the unspoken meaning behind her gesture. She was declaring her sovereignty, staking her claim. He was her man.

He said no more, simply allowing her to hold him. If he were honest with himself, who wouldn’t want to be pampered and possessed like this?

After a few more days spent in seclusion together, Ye Qingxuan finally reverted to her usual, imperious demeanor. “Your performance this time was… satisfactory. This Palace is pleased. Continue to strive for such results in the future.”

“Yes, Sect Leader!” Han Lie snapped to attention, his voice crisp and clear.

He knew her cold facade was just an act, but he was more than happy to play along.

“Sect Leader, may I take my leave?”

“Mm.” Ye Qingxuan gave a dismissive wave of her jade-like hand.

But just as he was about to leave, a sudden impulse struck Han Lie. He closed the distance in two quick steps.

Under Ye Qingxuan’s startled gaze, he captured her alluring crimson lips with his own.

“Mmph…!”