Dual Cultivation System: The Villainous Servant’s Rise

Chapter 291: Zhui Ming’s Return? The Prodigy Feng Lifang

Bai Ling savored him like a peerless delicacy, her lips tracing a path over every inch of his skin.

A thirst long unquenched met the full force of Han Lie’s Immortal Fate Women-Taming Canon.

The days that followed were the most ecstatic and fulfilling of her entire life.

It had to be said—the Immortal Fate Women-Taming Canon was truly the magnum opus of countless demonic and heretical cultivators. Han Lie employed but a few of its techniques, yet it was enough to send Bai Ling’s body, mind, and spirit soaring to the highest heavens.

But it wasn’t just about pleasure. Amidst the profound satisfaction, Bai Ling sensed a monumental shift. The surge in her cultivation from this session with Han Lie far surpassed anything she had ever experienced before.

She had only just reached the Nascent Soul Stage, yet after a few days with him, the spiritual power coalescing around her Nascent Soul had thickened with the density of nearly a decade’s worth of solitary cultivation.

An improvement of this magnitude was nothing short of staggering.

When their session concluded, they relocated to the steaming hot springs of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Bai Ling melted into Han Lie’s embrace, a contented sigh escaping her lips as his hands roamed freely beneath the water. Her cheeks were flushed, her expression one of pure bliss. “I wish this moment could last forever,” she whispered.

“So do I,” Han Lie murmured, his smile faint as his hands continued their exploration beneath the surface, tracing the generous curves of her body.

*To die in the arms of a beautiful woman… a worthy end for any man.*

In that moment, Han Lie truly understood the profound truth behind that old saying. A man’s nature was a simple thing, an instinct carved into his very being. He felt no shame in it.

A man had to have a purpose in life. He didn’t know or care what drove others, but his own ambition was crystal clear: beautiful women.

Besides, he was blessed with the Pure Yang Sacred Body, a constitution practically designed to conquer female cultivators. To ignore this gift and chase some hollow, high-minded ideal? That would be the greatest waste of all.

After two more days of intimate entanglement, Han Lie finally tore himself away from Bai Ling and departed the Purple Cloud Palace.

His next destination was the Overlord Hall.

“Han Lie,” Zhuo Hongyi began, her tone thoughtful as they stood in the main hall. “There’s something I think you should know.”

“Oh? What is it?” Han Lie arched an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.

“It might not matter to you anymore, but I felt you should be informed,” Zhuo Hongyi said directly. “Senior Brother Zhui Ming has returned from his seclusion. He’s advanced considerably—reached Golden Core Stage Perfection. Of course,” she added, a hint of a smile in her voice, “compared to you now, that’s utterly insignificant. That’s why I said it might not matter.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t,” Han Lie agreed, propping his chin on his hand. A thoughtful look crossed his face. “I’m more curious about his attitude toward you.”

He recalled the man—Captain Zhui Ming of the Azure Dragon Squad. Su Meiyu had sent him away on a ‘training journey’ well over a decade ago. To advance from the mid-Golden Core Stage to Perfection in that time was an impressive feat for any direct disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall.

But then, not everyone was Han Lie. Compared to him, a mere Zhui Ming was nothing. Even Zhao Batian, the Holy Son of the Sun Moon Sect with his innate ninth-grade spiritual veins, would be utterly eclipsed.

“He sought me out once after he returned,” Zhuo Hongyi said with a light chuckle. “He promised he wouldn’t bother me again. He’s also aware of your promotion to the Elder Council and my new position as Deputy Hall Master of the Overlord Hall.”

Han Lie nodded. “Good. As long as he knows his place and doesn’t come looking for trouble, we can ignore him.”

Once, Han Lie had been a lowly Servant Disciple, worlds apart from Zhui Ming in status, power, and position. Now, the tables had completely turned. As long as the man didn’t do anything to provoke him, Han Lie couldn’t be bothered to waste a single thought on him.

“I never cared for him much anyway,” Zhuo Hongyi admitted with a smile. “I only showed him respect out of deference to his status as a Senior Brother.”

“Master!”

A bright, youthful voice, brimming with energy, called out from the entrance.

A young female disciple with twin ponytails bounced into the hall. She had a sweet, innocent face, and her every expression radiated an infectious, youthful energy. A brilliant smile lit up her face, revealing two small dimples. When she grinned, a single, playful little fang added a touch of charm to her adorable demeanor.

“Master, I’ve mastered the technique you gave me!” the girl announced exuberantly. “Do you have a more powerful, higher-grade spell for me to learn now?”

Zhuo Hongyi’s eyes widened in genuine surprise. “You never cease to amaze me, Xiao Fang. However, I am currently speaking with Elder Han. Please excuse yourself for now. I will find you later.”

The disciple, whose full name was Feng Lifang, was a recent recruit and already Zhuo Hongyi’s direct disciple.

“Okay!” Feng Lifang chirped, blinking her large, sparkling eyes. But instead of leaving, her gaze shifted to Han Lie. “You must be the famous Elder Han! The man whose name is on everyone’s lips! It’s an honor to finally meet you in person!”

“Greetings, Elder Han,” she said, offering a polite bow. “My name is Feng Lifang. I am Master’s newest direct disciple!”

“Hello,” Han Lie replied with a faint nod, his tone carefully neutral. He could feel Zhuo Hongyi’s eyes on him and knew better than to appear overly interested.

“Well then, Master, I’ll be going!” After her brief introduction, Feng Lifang bounced out of the hall.

Once the girl was gone, Zhuo Hongyi turned back to Han Lie. “That was Feng Lifang. As she said, she’s my newest recruit for the Overlord Hall, having just joined the Heavenly Void Sect.”

She continued, “Her talent is exceptional. The tests revealed she possesses eighth-grade spiritual veins, so I immediately made her a direct disciple. She’s the first true genius with eighth-grade veins we’ve recruited since Qin Lan and I took over the Overlord Hall. Naturally, we have to treat her with the utmost importance.”

Zhuo Hongyi explained that while geniuses with seventh-grade veins were uncommon, eighth-grade was truly rare. In any sect of their standing, such talent would instantly warrant the status of a direct disciple.

“Eighth-grade veins,” Han Lie mused. “She’s certainly worth investing in. With proper guidance, she could become a pillar of the Overlord Hall. And with that bright, cheerful personality… she has the potential to become the Overlord Hall’s Senior Sister.”