Surrounded by Warm Fragrance, a Humiliating Chore

For any normal, ordinary teenager, the days spent in the Red Leaf Bamboo Courtyard were nothing short of a torment, both physically and spiritually.

This place is too erotic, and too decadent.

As the owner of this mansion, Hong Yao was never restrained in her own home. She usually walked around the hall wearing only a nearly transparent pink gossamer gauze dress, her voluptuous and breathtaking body faintly visible beneath the light gauze.

Sometimes, after she returned from her bath, she would lazily sit beside Dongfang Yueming, letting her long, wet, black hair fall loose, and placing her long, beautiful legs, wrapped in black silk, on Dongfang Yueming's knees. She would giggle and ask him about his cultivation progress in a sweet, fragrant voice.

The warm, unique fragrance of a mature woman, mixed with the alluring scent of high-grade spiritual incense, filled Dongfang Yueming's nostrils day and night.

But that's not all.

As a demonic sect, the Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor excels at and enjoys destroying the dignity of its disciples, turning them into obedient slaves and cauldrons.

Hong Yao took in Dongfang Yueming, valuing his "talent," but she also didn't intend to let go of his pride. This young man was usually too calm, so calm that she, as his instructor, felt somewhat frustrated.

She wanted to see this aloof young man blush, panic, and even kneel on the ground begging for mercy.

So, on the morning of the third day after moving into the Bamboo Garden.

"Bang."

A mahogany basin, carved with delicate peach blossom patterns, was casually tossed by Hong Yao in front of Dongfang Yueming.

Hong Yao leaned lazily against the doorframe, a bright red nightgown hanging loosely over her shoulders, exposing large expanses of her snow-white skin to the morning light. She lightly kicked the wooden basin with her nail-studded toes, and said with a seductive smile:

"Good disciple, now that you've moved into my courtyard, you can't just stay for free. Take these clothes to the spiritual spring behind the mountain and wash them for me."

Dongfang Yueming looked down.

In the mahogany basin, several extremely private pieces of clothing were scattered haphazardly.

At the very top were several pairs of black silk stockings that had just been taken off, still warm from body heat and carrying a rich peach blossom scent. A few strands of crimson hair, belonging to a mature woman, were still Entanglement the edges of the black stockings. Beneath the black stockings were two crimson silk bodices, as thin as cicada wings and embroidered with delicate acacia flower patterns.

To have a hot-blooded young man use his bare hands to rub and wash the most private undergarment and black stockings of a stunningly beautiful witch.

Within the Demonic Sect, this kind of task is usually a "humiliating" job performed by the lowest-ranking male slaves who have completely lost their dignity. Its purpose is to completely shatter the dignity of men, so that they can never hold their heads up when facing female cultivators.

Hong Yao crossed her arms, her alluring eyes fixed on Dongfang Yueming, a playful smirk playing on her lips, eager to see the young man show any shame, humiliation, or blushing embarrassment.

However.

Dongfang Yueming merely glanced at the wooden basin with a calm expression.

To any mortal, this is the witch's private secret that would make one's blood boil and one's dignity utterly destroyed.

But in the eyes of this Quasi-Immortal Emperor who once guided the universe and looked down upon all the heavens, these were nothing more than a few strands of fibers spun by ice silkworms, no different from the withered grass on the ground or the stubborn rocks in the mountains.

"Yes, instructor."

Dongfang Yueming calmly picked up the mahogany basin, turned around, and walked steadily toward the spiritual spring behind the mountain.

Under the bamboo corridor, Hong Yao watched his emotionless back, her smug smile gradually freezing. [This kid... is he really a blockhead?] She bit her red lips in annoyance.

The mountain behind is a sacred spring, with cascading waterfalls and flowing streams, shrouded in white mist.

Dongfang Yueming sat down on a clean blue stone. With an extremely calm expression, he naturally immersed the black silk stockings, which were still warm from the witch's body, into the clear spring water.

In the clear spring water, black stockings and a crimson bodice swayed with the ripples.

He gently rubbed the ice silk with both hands, his movements slow and rhythmic, without the slightest hesitation or distraction.

In the peach blossom grove above the sacred spring, a delicate pink figure was hidden behind the shadows of the trees, her captivating eyes fixed intently on him.

Hong Yao originally intended to peek at the arrogant young man's humiliation, shame, and even his secret acts of lewdness.

But now, looking at the serene young man in a blue robe beside the clear spring, as pure and flawless as a piece of jade, he washed so naturally and earnestly, as if he were holding not a woman's private parts, but the most sacred treasure in the world.

As he repeatedly kneaded her undergarment with his long, slender, fair fingers, Hong Yao's heart inexplicably skipped a few beats. A burning, unprecedented feeling of shyness crept up her neck and onto her cheeks.

[Damn it... I came here to humiliate him, so why am I the one who feels ashamed?]

Hong Yao bit her red lips in embarrassment and annoyance, turned around in a disheveled state, and her figure transformed into a wisp of pink smoke as she hurriedly fled back to the bamboo garden.

A moment later.

Dongfang Yueming carried the clean, dried mahogany basin, which had been dried with spiritual energy, back to the main hall.

"Instructor, the clothes are washed." He placed the wooden basin neatly on the table, his voice clear.

Hong Yao had changed into a conservative light pink dress, trying to suppress her previous strangeness and regain her haughty and alluring demeanor. She glanced indifferently at the wooden basin, where the meticulously folded black silk and bodice were neatly stacked, still retaining the fragrance of the spiritual spring.

"Hmph, you're quite nimble." Hong Yao walked up to Dongfang Yueming, a playful smile playing on her lips. "However, I don't keep idlers here. You've been here for three days now, let your older sister see how your cultivation of the Spirit Nourishing Art is going?"

The words had barely left his mouth.

She suddenly leaned forward, her high, firm breasts almost touching Dongfang Yueming's chest. She stretched out a soft, boneless hand, slowly sliding down Dongfang Yueming's shoulder, and finally placing it on his chest.

A stream of pure Qi Refining Stage true energy flowed from her palm and forcefully entered Dongfang Yueming's body to sense his meridians.

This extremely intimate contact, along with the mature fragrance wafting towards him, is an irresistible temptation for any young man full of vigor.

Under such direct and almost provocative physical contact with Hong Yao, the body's instincts naturally and honestly elicited the expected physiological response.

In an instant.

Because the two were very close, Hong Yao was probing her meridians when her plump thigh suddenly felt a strange and heavy object pressing against it.

She paused slightly, then glanced down at him with a hint of confusion.

This sight struck the usually knowledgeable female deacon of the Demonic Sect like a thunderbolt, her beautiful eyes widening in shock and horror!

[This... this size... this astonishing yang energy...]

Even in a sect like the Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor, which is known for its dual cultivation and has seen all kinds of talented male cultivators, no ordinary boy has ever heard of possessing such terrifying, dragon-like strength at the very beginning of the Qi Refining Initial Stage stage!

This intense, surging pure yang energy almost caused Hong Yao's own true energy to become somewhat sluggish, and her pretty face instantly turned bright red.

Hong Yao coughed hastily, somewhat embarrassed, and withdrew her hand from his chest, forcibly turning her attention back to the meridian examination she had just performed.