Servant Training

The Solar System, the Sun Temple.

Tang Ping suddenly found a long-lost sense of amusement, and he could actually enjoy watching the two girls' awkward expressions as they learned manners every day.

To the west of the Divine Temple is an elegant courtyard. Pavilions are scattered about, artificial hills are layered with greenery, and a babbling stream flows around the steps.

Several maids dressed in blue palace attire stood with their heads bowed. Upon Fang Shu approach, they all bowed and greeted him, "Greetings, Lord Fang."

"From this day forward, you two will train here in the rules for Divine Temple maids," Fang Shu said calmly. "You must master them within three days, or you will face the consequences of the King's wrath."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned and left, completely leaving Sun Ruowei and Brolin to the solemn-looking older maid in the courtyard.

"This servant, Qing He, is here to instruct you two on the proper etiquette." Qing He slowly raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over the two with undisguised scrutiny. "In the Sun Temple, the King is heaven, the master of all things. A maid's duty is absolute obedience and meticulous service."

She paused, then her tone suddenly became more serious, "Every rule you learn from now on concerns your lives; there can be no slackening."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qing He began to explain each rule one by one, starting with the rules for serving the patient's daily needs.

"Every day, His Majesty's Smart Sprite elf, Little Love, will take turns on duty. When it's your turn, you must get up an hour early, wash your hands and face, and comb your hair to ensure you are neat and elegant, before going to wait outside His Majesty's bedchamber."

"The king is mostly in seclusion, only occasionally waking up to summon someone. One must enter quietly, serving warm tea, the water temperature precisely controlled at fifty degrees Celsius, with an error margin of no more than three degrees. When offering the tea, one must bow deeply, holding the tray above one's head with both hands, never looking directly at the king's face."

As she spoke, she personally demonstrated, her gestures with the tray, the angle of her bow, and the weight of her steps were all so standard as to be almost rigid, as if she had been trained countless times.

"Before bedtime, prepare hot bathwater for the King, adding calming incense to the water in precise amounts. During the bath, wait quietly in the outer room, only entering to serve him a back rub upon being summoned. The rubbing pressure must be even and moderate, neither too heavy nor too light to be ineffective."

Hearing this, Sun Ruowei's fingernails suddenly dug into her palms, her knuckles turning white.

She was once Core Member of the Virtual Universe Company, a ninth-tier powerhouse at the Realm World Lord Rank, dominating the universe. When did she ever need to serve others in such a humble manner? Even the water temperature and the amount of incense she fussed over—how was this any different from a servant at the beck and call of others?

He wanted to refute, but Tang Ping's earth-shattering pressure from yesterday suddenly surged into his mind, and the excruciating pain of bleeding from his nine orifices seemed to still be burning in his meridians. The words that were on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back.

She was still urinating blood when she went to the toilet just now.

King Anle, how terrifying!

Brolin, standing to the side, kept her eyes downcast, listening intently. She knew better than anyone that King Anle might be her only chance to change her fate, and she had to seize it firmly.

Next came the detailed rules for massage and bathing.

"His Majesty enjoys massages, but massaging him requires following specific techniques. Start from the shoulders, then move down to the lower back and legs, applying pressure gradually from light to heavy, and then back to light. Each area must be massaged precisely, but not too forcefully."

Qing He summoned a maid to act as a model, her fingertips resting on the model's shoulder with practiced ease. "During the bath, you must remain bowed throughout, your gaze never exceeding His Majesty's knees. You may only touch the areas designated by His Majesty; to touch any other part, even unintentionally, is a grave offense. Use soft, fine Cloud Brocade to wipe your body, and move gently and silently, without making the slightest noise to disturb His Majesty."

During the practical exercise, Sun Ruowei was a little too agitated and applied slightly too much pressure during the massage.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound echoed in the courtyard as Qing He's specially made ruler lashed out at the back of her hand, instantly leaving a hideous red welt.

"Useless trash! With that kind of force, are you trying to assassinate the King?" Qing He shouted sternly, her eyes as cold as knives. "One more mistake, and I'll punish you by making you kneel in the courtyard under the scorching sun for three hours, so you'll remember your place!"

Sun Ruowei, tears welling up, but she dared not utter a word of complaint. She could only grit her teeth, nod, withdraw her trembling hands, and start practicing again.

Brolin's mistake occurred during her bathing practice. She habitually tried to strike a seductive pose, and in the instant she looked up, her peripheral vision inadvertently caught the maid model posing as the "king." This subtle movement was instantly captured by Qing He.

"How dare you! You dare to look directly at the King's double?" Qing He flashed forward and slapped Brolin hard across the face.

"Smack!"

The sound grew louder, Brolin was jerked to the side, a trickle of blood instantly seeping from the corner of her mouth.

A flash of ruthlessness flickered in her eyes, too quick to catch, before she lowered her head swiftly, her voice tinged with deliberate fear. "This servant knows her mistake, and will never dare to do it again."

The humiliation of today will be repaid a hundredfold in the future! One day, she will climb higher than all these people and trample all those who have bullied her under her feet.

Then came the more complicated rules and regulations regarding food and banquets.

"When His Majesty dine, the maids must stand three feet to his side, heads bowed, attentive and ready to be summoned at any time. Servings to His Majesty must be done with serving chopsticks, and attention must be paid to the balance of meat and vegetables, and the alternation of hot and cold dishes. His Majesty must never be allowed to eat food that is too hot or too cold." Qing He pointed to the neatly arranged tableware on the table and explained one by one.

"At the banquet, wine and fruit must be prepared half an hour in advance, and arranged neatly and orderly. The wine must be warmed to the appropriate temperature. During the banquet, one must be observant and attentive, understanding the meaning of the king's every glance and gesture without the slightest hesitation."

She paused, then added, "When speaking, you must not point your mouth or nose towards the food, and even less so towards the king."

The food served in the royal palace comes from all over the universe, and is incredibly diverse, numbering in the millions. Before each meal is served, you must memorize the names of the dishes.

The story behind the ingredients, and the corresponding medicinal effects. The king might ask about these.

The Smart Sprite Little Love will send you this information. With your soul strength, which is at least at the Universe Level, memorizing this shouldn't be difficult. But if you dare to be perfunctory, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The next two days were spent in Sun Ruowei studying and Brolin.

From initial resistance and frustration to later numbness and compliance, Sun Ruowei mechanically repeated every action and memorized every rule.

Brolin channeled her inner turmoil and resentment into motivation for studying.

She was even more diligent than Sun Ruowei. Even when punished, she silently endured it and then practiced even more diligently. Her posture became more and more respectful, and her movements became more and more standard. In her every move, she really began to resemble a qualified maid.

Tang Ping watched with great interest. Only now did he truly understand why ancient emperors, despite knowing that the women in their harems were fighting tooth and nail, chose to turn a blind eye.

Because no matter how they fight, they can't hurt themselves, and it's quite entertaining.

The weak are judged by appearances, the strong by their actions!

This is the mindset of a strong person.

Now he suddenly felt a little excited, wondering how the two people serving him would behave tomorrow.

The second day of the Solar System.

The dawn pierced through the sea of stars, casting its light upon the magnificent Divine Temple summit.

Tang Ping's true form, for the first time ever, opened his eyes very early in the morning.

Of course, what resides in this divine body at this moment is merely a tiny wisp of his divine spirit. The vast majority of his consciousness is immersed in the distant depths of the Nether Sea, dismantling the rare treasures and fragments of living beings sent by the Human Race —treasures that would make even the most Cosmic Venerable envious—while simultaneously studying the <Universe Notes> handwritten by the Chaos City Lord.

As for his master, Thunder God's <Wind and Thunder Notes>? He had already thoroughly comprehended it several days ago, and the secret technique had already reached the level of Sword Eighteen.

That's the ultimate secret technique of Cosmic Venerable!

Having cultivated his secret techniques to this level, coupled with his immense divine body far surpassing others of his rank, he could hold his own even against the weakest Universe Master. In the power rankings of the billions of races in the Primal Universe, such an existence had a resounding title: Top-tier Cosmic Overlord!

The most terrifying aspect of such powerful beings is not their combat strength itself, but their immortality! As long as the Universe Supreme Being is present, the top Cosmic Overlord become the most unrestrained madmen on the battlefield, and even if they die in battle, they can be resurrected by the strongest being.

This is something even the weaker Universe Master can only dream of. After all, the price of resurrecting a Universe Master is enough to cause the fall of the Universe Supreme Being.

This is why, in the conflicts between different groups in the Primal Universe, it was rare for Universe Master to personally intervene. Moreover, the loss of Universe Master's divine body often required the replenishment of Supreme Treasure, a cost that no one could afford.

Therefore, top-tier Cosmic Overlord are the true cornerstone for measuring the foundation of a race. And Tang Ping, this lazy bum, has unknowingly reached such a height.

He stroked his chin, feeling secretly pleased with himself.

A few days ago, I even sent a message to Wind-Thunder Venerable, my tone sincere. "Master, are you there? Do you have some free time? How about we spar a bit?"

As a result, the response I received each time was a cold "not here".

Tang Ping pursed his lips, inwardly grumbling.

This master is truly heartless! He clearly just wanted to find a benchmark to weigh his own current worth!

What's even more outrageous is that yesterday, Grandmaster Lord of Peng Gong actually sent a message to me, his tone cheerful. "Kid, are you bored and looking for a fight? I happen to have some free time recently, I'll spar with you?"

A top-tier Cosmic Overlord going to spar with Tier-Five Universe Master? What's the difference between that and throwing your head on a knife's edge?

However, Tang Ping, a dignified seven-foot-tall man, upright and fearless, replied without hesitation with two words of righteous indignation:

No time!

Are you kidding me? He's not some stubborn brat Thunder God, constantly looking for a fight and getting beaten up!

Fortunately, after comprehending the <Wind and Thunder Notes>, he didn't rest on his laurels. He immediately plunged into the <Universe Notes>. With his current status as a top-tier Cosmic Overlord, comprehending the secret techniques of the early stages of the <Universe Notes> was a natural progression.

In just a few hundred years, it has already reached the threshold of the secret techniques of the Universe Master.

In theory, as long as one can thoroughly understand this secret technique of the Universe Master and verify it against oneself, one can easily comprehend the Space Law. If one is not enough, then master several more. At that time, the Path of Time and Space will naturally fall into place and be completely under one's control!

Of course, this is just theory.

Looking across the entire Primal Universe, apart from Tang Ping, no one has yet been able to create and comprehend secret techniques across different levels. Yet, he happens to possess just a tiny bit of "insignificant" talent.

At that moment, the Chaos energy at his fingertips suddenly changed, faintly transforming into a sharp and incomparable sword light. That sword light possessed both the vastness and immensity of the Chaos City Lord's <Universe Notes>, and was also infused with his own longsword, making it completely different from the original secret technique.

This is his self-created secret technique! He's even thought of a name for it—simple and straightforward: Sword Nineteen!

Easy to remember, and powerful!

As for plagiarism?

Tang Ping stroked his chin and chuckled.

We're all Human Race, we see each other all the time, why make such a big deal out of it? At worst, he can just share his self-created secret techniques with everyone for "reference"!

A low, sinister laugh echoed through the empty Divine Temple.

On one side of the Divine Temple, Sun Ruowei and Brolin stood with their heads bowed, not daring to even breathe.

Sun Ruowei wore the executive uniform of the Virtual Universe Company, the well-tailored fabric outlining her graceful figure; Brolin wore the traditional attire of the Ross Family, the luxurious black silk making her skin appear even whiter, but a hint of unease was hidden in her eyes.

This was an outfit that Tang Ping specifically requested.

Upon hearing that terrifying laughter, both women trembled and turned pale.

King Rank expert!

The King Anle before them was a true King Level being! With just a thought or a violent impact, he could crush the two of them into ashes, leaving not even their souls behind!

"How?"

Tang Ping's voice suddenly turned cold. He raised an eyebrow and glanced at the two of them. "Didn't Fang Shu teach you any manners?"

Upon hearing this, the two dared not delay any longer. They quickly stepped forward, took the washing utensils from the maid, and hurriedly helped Tang Ping change clothes, wipe his body, and wash up.

When her fingertips touched Tang Ping's warm and explosively powerful body, Sun Ruowei's cheeks instantly turned red, her heart pounded like a drum, yet she couldn't help but secretly raise her eyes to examine the legendary King Anle before her.

With his handsome face and languid eyes, he seemed nonchalant, yet possessed an imposing aura that looked down upon the world.

Brolin, on the other hand, was much calmer. Born into royalty, she had seen it all. Looking at Tang Ping's well-defined muscles, a hint of undisguised passion flashed in her eyes, and her breathing became a little rapid. Yet, she still suppressed the desire in her heart and served him skillfully.

Everyone knows that in this Divine Temple, King Anle is the supreme ruler! They are nothing more than playthings he keeps at will, and dare not harbor the slightest thought of disobedience.

Finally, Sun Ruowei carefully draped a dark black dragon robe over Tang Ping's shoulders and fastened the jade belt around his waist.

This dragon robe is no ordinary item.

It was made by the inheritors of ancient Earth culture, with every stitch hand-sewn by top artisans. The production process alone takes several months. The silk thread used in the dragon robe is made from silkworm cocoons cultivated with special spiritual materials. It is extremely tough and can subtly draw upon the Origin Force of heaven and earth. The fabric itself has been carefully selected and refined to the highest standards.

Every piece of fabric and every thread, when delivered to the Divine Temple, undergoes both manual and machine inspection. Any slight flaw will result in the item being rejected on the spot and ordered to be redone.

Of course, Tang Ping was never stingy with his money. The reward he offered was ten times the market price!

It can be said that Tang Ping's food, clothing, shelter and transportation alone supported countless families on Earth and even under the jurisdiction of the Ganwu Universe Kingdom.

Those families also considered it an honor to serve King Anle.

After all, although this King Anle was a bit amorous, he had three great advantages: First, he never forced anyone to do anything against their will; second, he paid upon delivery and settled accounts quickly without delay; and third, if they accidentally offended any important figures, the Divine Temple's steward would step in to mediate, and as long as they were in the right, even Immortal Expert would not dare to provoke them easily.

In the hearts of countless people, King Anle was truly a great and kind person!

After helping Tang Ping put on the dragon robe, Sun Ruowei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As was customary, King Anle would then either indulge in music and wine, or deal with some trivial official duties.

These all require the service of maids of rank three or higher.

She had only recently entered the Divine Temple and was merely a first-class maid. Finally, she could retire and rest.

Just as Sun Ruowei was secretly rejoicing, she heard Tang Ping suddenly curl the corners of his lips and calmly instruct the void, "Little Love, raise Sun Ruowei and Brolin's levels to level three."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the two of them. "In a moment, I'll see what talents you two possess that you can boast about."

Sun Ruowei's face turned pale instantly.

Brolin's eyes lit up; she was very much looking forward to it.

She is the legitimate daughter of the Black Dragon Mountain Empire's royal family, meticulously cultivated from a young age, proficient in singing, dancing, and all other arts. Aside from a slightly lacking talent in cultivation, she is confident that she is second to none in any other aspect!

As long as you can win over the King Anle, a meteoric rise to power is just around the corner!

The next moment, Tang Ping spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of mischievousness. "Brolin, come here, bark like a dog for me."

"Sun Ruowei, you'll be the dog trainer!"

Sun Ruowei: "----"

Brolin: "???"

Inside the Divine Temple, an eerie silence instantly descended.