Cultivation, Addicted to Getting Beaten

"Nana!"

Bibi Dong walked up to her disciple, looked at her dejected appearance, and reprimanded her:

"What? One defeat, and your past pride has been completely shattered."

Hu Liena lowered her head.

"Teacher, I have failed your guidance and brought shame upon you."

As the Pope's disciple, she should have been invincible among her peers.

But...

Bibi Dong continued to provoke her. "Lu Yan possesses far more strength than this, and he is several years younger than you.

"Even if the three of you attacked together, you might not be his opponent.

"When you used Enchantment just now, his Spiritual Power was enough to backlash against you and leave you unconscious.

"You lost in a single move."

The moment those words were spoken, everyone was stunned.

"So now that you know everything, are you still going to stand here with your head bowed?"

"No."

Hu Liena suddenly raised her head, a sharp light flashing in her eyes.

"I will cultivate even harder and fight him again."

She had never been someone who gave up easily.

It was only that in the battle just now, Lu Yan's strength had been completely etched into her mind.

She had possessed no ability to resist.

"Good. That is the disciple of Bibi Dong."

Bibi Dong looked at her disciple, who had regained her fighting spirit and vigor, and smiled—a rare sight.

Hu Liena froze.

Teacher smiled?

I didn't see that wrong, did I?

Her teacher had almost never smiled. No matter how well Hu Liena performed, her teacher had always remained exceptionally calm.

She had never displayed such emotion before.

Hu Liena returned to her room and removed her dust-covered clothes, revealing the undergarment beneath.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

Her body was covered in faint red marks, as though she had been thoroughly ravaged.

When she twisted around to look—

Her usually sensitive buttocks seemed to have been struck several times during the battle as well. Even now, they still carried a faint ache and a strange sensation.

The injuries only looked serious. After circulating a few thousand units of Soul Power, they would mostly fade away.

Hu Liena still did not seek out a healing Soul Master.

"At least he didn't hit my face."

Hu Liena looked at her delicate, rosy cheeks and felt relieved.

Then Lu Yan's handsome, otherworldly face surfaced in her mind again.

"Next time, not only will I win, I'll hit him back too."

After changing clothes, Hu Liena began meditating and cultivating.

She already had a goal in mind: defeat Lu Yan.

That night.

Lu Yan arrived at Bibi Dong's bedchamber as usual.

"You did well in today's battle."

"It was only a sparring match. Let's begin."

Lu Yan lit the Calming Incense, not wanting to waste time.

He still wanted to return and continue researching his Self-Created Soul Skill.

Bibi Dong said nothing more. She closed her eyes and quietly waited for Dream Entry.

Now, sleep was no longer her nightmare. She even found herself looking forward to nightfall.

Another Dream began.

In less than Half an Hour, Lu Yan woke from the Dream.

It was becoming easier and easier to wake up within the Dream.

Clearly, her control over the Rakshasa Divine Power was growing deeper and deeper.

Perhaps... Bibi Dong would become a god before him.

But that was not something he should be considering right now. Gods were far too distant from him.

He should focus on improving his cultivation first.

He did not leave the Guest Courtyard. Instead, he stayed in the room beside Bibi Dong's.

It was a room Bibi Dong had prepared for him.

It made Dream Entry more convenient.

Within the Dream, Lu Yan tested his ideas over and over again.

The Next Day, at dawn.

The moment Lu Yan pushed open his door, his eyes met Hu Liena's in the pavilion.

"Y-you... why are you in Teacher's Guest Courtyard?"

Hu Liena rose from the stone bench, her tone filled with shock.

As if she were still dreaming.

"Of course I live here."

Lu Yan walked into the pavilion. Tea had already been prepared, and he casually poured himself a cup.

"I brewed that tea for Teacher."

Hu Liena had only just recovered from her shock when she saw him pour himself tea without a care. Her expression turned stern.

Lu Yan smiled. "It's only a cup of tea. Your Eminence the Pope won't blame me for it."

Hu Liena remained standing as she asked, "Who exactly are you? How could Teacher possibly allow an outsider to stay in her Guest Courtyard?"

There was a trace of bitterness in her voice.

Even she, as a disciple, had never received such an honor.

Still, being allowed to enter this courtyard was already proof of her teacher's favor.

Yet now, someone was actually allowed to stay here overnight.

"Nana."

Bibi Dong pushed open the door and emerged.

Hu Liena immediately went up to her, asking in a sour tone, "Teacher, why did you let him move in?"

"He can assist Teacher's cultivation and help Teacher sleep better."

Hu Liena was stunned.

As her disciple, she had never known that her teacher slept poorly.

"Lu Yan, when you have time, give Nana more guidance. You both possess Spirit-Type Martial Souls.

"You should have quite a few topics to discuss."

Bibi Dong drank the tea her disciple had poured, her tone gentle.

Lu Yan nodded.

There was nothing to object to.

Hu Liena glanced at him but said nothing.

No matter what, Lu Yan truly was incomparably powerful, far superior to her.

"By the way, when do you plan to return to Heaven Dou City?"

Bibi Dong asked the question she had wanted to ask the previous night.

This Trip had originally been for him to battle Hu Liena, and now that his goal had been achieved—

The day of his departure was close at hand.

"After some more time. There are still many things I have yet to comprehend."

Bibi Dong nodded in satisfaction.

As long as he was not in a hurry to leave.

She had yet to completely master the Rakshasa Divine Power and still needed Lu Yan's assistance.

Although she had made tremendous progress compared to before—

She still needed a trigger in the Dream to enable her to resist the Rakshasa Divine Power.

The days that followed were quite peaceful for Lu Yan.

He cultivated, read books, researched Self-Created Soul Skills, and sparred with Hu Liena from time to time.

Later, Yan and Xie Yue joined in as well.

He defeated them just as completely, maintaining an utterly unmatched bearing.

Even when the three of them joined forces, they still could not escape defeat.

Before Lu Yan, they did not seem like geniuses at all.

After being thoroughly defeated several times, Yan and Xie Yue rarely came to challenge him anymore.

Hu Liena, on the other hand, became increasingly tireless. Almost every other day, she would come looking for a battle.

She had completely latched onto him.

She looked determined not to rest until she defeated him.

They did not compete in Spiritual Power, however. Hu Liena herself knew that in that regard, she had no chance of winning at all.

And here she came again.

"Lu Yan, fight me." Hu Liena issued another challenge.

"Why bother? Cultivate for a while longer, and you'll have a better chance."

Even Lu Yan was helpless.

No matter how many different ways she lost, Hu Liena never changed her mind.

He truly did not understand what meaning there was in repeated defeat.

Hu Liena remained silent, only continuing to challenge him.

"You promised Teacher that you would guide my cultivation."

That one sentence shut down every argument he had.

Lu Yan agreed. Sparring with Hu Liena would not take much time anyway, and striking her felt rather nice too.

It could be considered a small bit of scenery on his path of cultivation.

Smack, smack, smack~~

After another round of loving instruction, Hu Liena left with a flushed face, clutching her buttocks as she walked unsteadily away.

"The feeling is getting better and better."

Lu Yan looked at his palm, where a trace of warmth that did not belong to him still lingered.

He felt that Hu Liena seemed to be getting addicted to being hit by him. Using sparring as an excuse, she was deliberately coming over to be beaten.