Ice Silkworm Black Stockings, a Ridiculous Reward

Those born with innate spiritual roots are already one in ten thousand among mortals, and those who reach the ' High-Grade Spirit Root ' are even rarer.

Ziyuan frowned slightly, her voice cold yet tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"The vast majority of the youths recruited by the sect don't even possess the lowest-grade spiritual roots. If we want them to be of any use, we must have them cultivate the sect's secret auxiliary method—the ' Spirit Nourishing Art.'"

The "Spirit Nourishing Art" is one of the core secrets that has enabled the major Immortal Ancestor to stand firm.

This method has no lethal power; its sole purpose is to allow ordinary people without spiritual roots to artificially cultivate an "Acquired Spirit Root" within their bodies.

"If one possesses exceptional comprehension, coupled with the forced infusion of massive resources, this ' Spirit Nourishing Art ' can even allow mortals to transform into ' Supreme-Grade Pure Yang Root.' However, in most cases, those with mortal bones and bodies are already thankful if they can condense a ' Mid-Grade Spirit Root ' in their entire lives," Ziyuan added.

Upon hearing this, Ji Meiniang, sitting on the long couch, couldn't help but let out a charming and seductive laugh.

"Hehehe... My good disciple, you see things very clearly."

Ji Meiniang stretched, displaying her voluptuous and breathtaking curves to the air without reservation.

She looked down at her slender fingers, painted with scarlet cardamom, a smug smirk playing on her lips. "Those lowly mortals, their bodies impure, their talents dull. Expecting them to master the Spirit Nourishing Art to a high level through their own abilities is harder than climbing to heaven."

Ziyuan sighed and agreed, "That's right. Cultivating the Spirit Nourishing Art not only requires good fortune, but also extremely tests one's comprehension and perseverance. It's so rare, it's truly a headache."

"Since it's so rare, we, as their masters, should at least give these little ones something to look forward to, shouldn't we?"

Under Ziyuan's somewhat evasive yet secretly peeking gaze, Ji Meiniang picked up an extremely narrow black silk pouch with her jade-like hand and slowly and deliberately placed it over her body. As the slender ribbon crossed and tightened on her smooth pink back, her originally trembling full breasts were immediately constricted, squeezing out a deep and extremely alluring cleavage.

Then, she gracefully sat back on the couch, crossing her two long, shapely legs. With a gentle wave of her hand, she took out a pair of black stockings as thin as cicada wings from the white jade plate beside her.

Ji Meiniang leaned down slightly, her long, flowing black hair cascading down to her knees. Her half-exposed breasts almost touched her thighs, creating a fragrant breeze. She slipped the thin black silk stockings onto her delicate toes, then slowly and meticulously lifted and smoothed them up her snow-white calves.

In this world, which is called Immortal Ancestor but is actually Demon Cave, an extremely extravagant fashion has emerged at some point. Female cultivators are particularly fond of using the mysterious silk spun by top-grade ice silkworms to weave a kind of black stocking that is as thin as a cicada's wing and semi-transparent.

This "ice silk black silk" not only has amazing defensive capabilities, but it can also perfectly outline the female cultivator's leg lines, making it almost devastating to male cultivators.

Ji Meiniang stretched out one of her beautiful legs, clad in black silk stockings, and swayed it provocatively in the air.

The semi-transparent black stockings clung tightly to her full thighs and rounded ankles, vaguely revealing the pink and white skin beneath. Her ten toes curled slightly under the black stockings, exuding an ultimate allure that could bewitch anyone.

"Master, what do you mean...?" Ziyuan looked at her hesitantly.

"It's very simple." Ji Meiniang chuckled, gently rubbing her jade-like foot, encased in black silk, against Ziyuan's fair cheek, sending a tingling sensation through her.

"Go tell those little guys in the Newcomer Hall that whoever can cultivate the ' Spirit Nourishing Art ' to the first level and condense a mid-grade or higher spiritual root within a month..."

She paused, lightly licking her red lips with the tip of her tongue, her voice low and soft. "I will make an exception and grant him entry into this Nine Yin Hall, to kneel on the ground and... massage these feet of mine."

"What?!"

Ziyuan's delicate body trembled violently, and her aloof and proud face was instantly filled with disbelief and shock. Then, an alluring blush spread from her neck all the way to her ears.

"Master! You... you are Golden Core Ancestor! So high and mighty, how could you allow those lowly and filthy mortal ants to touch you..."

"Oh dear, my silly disciple, what's the rush?"

Ji Meiniang chuckled, grabbed Ziyuan's jade-like hand, and slid it down her calf all the way to the edge of her black stockings.

The amazing elasticity and warm touch made Ziyuan's hands tremble slightly.

"These mortal youths can't even touch the hem of our clothes normally. In their eyes, we are goddesses from the heavens." Ji Meiniang whispered in Ziyuan's ear, her breath sweet as orchids, her voice filled with a devilish allure.

"If they were given a chance to subdue a high and mighty goddess, or... even hold her in their hands, do you think they would frantically cultivate the ' Spirit Nourishing Art ' like mad dogs?"

"In fact, not only me..."

Ji Meiniang's smooth hands, with ill intent, wrapped around Ziyuan's slender waist, and she giggled, "Whoever can condense Low-Grade Spirit Root first, I'll arrange for him to... take off your shoes and massage your feet, how about that?"

"Master! You... you're talking nonsense!"

An image instantly flashed into her mind: a dirty, ordinary boy kneeling at the hem of her skirt, trembling as he grasped her delicate feet.

That strange sense of shame and absurdity made Ziyuan, a Qi Refining Perfection cultivator who was usually as cold as ice, so ashamed that she didn't even dare to lift her head and just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.