Long Xiaoyao sat there for a moment, processing the influx of information, before placing his palms on the mattress and pushing himself up.
His legs felt slightly unsteady, his body lighter than he expected, but he forced himself to move. He headed straight for the small, wooden table at the center of his room.
A modest mirror rested there. He wipes the glass with his sleeve to get a clear look at his current face.
The face staring back at him was unfamiliar, yet striking. It was thin and his skin was pale.
He was extremely handsome. Almost unfairly so. His bone structure was exquisite, with a jawline sharp enough to cut glass
Framing that sculpted face was a messy pitch-black hair. Which contrasted sharply with his pale complexion.
Long Xiaoyao nodded. Satisfied with his face
He was handsome before. But this face is even better than what he had before reincarnating
"Eunuch Yuan, are you outside?"
The sudden mention of his name from inside the bedchamber caused the ball of flesh kneeling outside to jolt.
Eunuch Yuan Gui, a man in his thirties who possessed a waistline competing for dominance with his height, wiped a steady stream of snot from his nose with a silk handkerchief. He sniffled, his heart aching.
'It's over', Yuan Gui thought, tears streaming down his chubby cheeks
'His Highness has truly lost it. First, an Iron Hide Boar rams him into a coma, and now that he's awake, he's been muttering to empty air for half an incense stick of time'
He had heard the distinct murmurs coming from inside. 'System? Status panel? Domination points?'
'The boar must have rattled the poor Sixth Prince's brain!'
"Yuan Gui!"
"Coming! This old servant is coming!" Yuan Gui scrambled up, his belly jiggling with the effort, and pushed open the doors.
[+1 Domonation Point]
Inside, Long Xiaoyao sat on the edge of the bed. He looked nothing like a man who had been smacked by a wild boar just hours ago
"Why are you crying again?" Long Xiaoyao asked, raising an eyebrow
"Your Highness!" Yuan Gui threw himself onto the floor, sliding a few inches on his knees. "This servant was just... thought the injury to your head had made you... see things!"
Long Xiaoyao twitched. He hadn't been seeing things but he couldn't explain that to this crying meatball.
"Enough," Long Xiaoyao commanded, waving a hand. "I need you to gather everyone in the residence. Have them assemble in the main courtyard immediately."
Yuan Gui froze. His sobbing stopped abruptly, replaced by an awkward silence. He looked up, his eyes darting to the floor.
"Well?" Long Xiaoyao pressed. "Go on."
"Your Highness..." Yuan Gui hesitated, wringing his hands. "Everyone... is already outside."
Long Xiaoyao frowned. "Then why are you acting like that?"
Yuan Gui let out a choked sound. "Your Highness, when the Iron-Hide Boar attacked... the guards died. Then afraid of being punished, the gardeners ran. The chefs took the pots and pans and vanished"
He held up three chubby fingers, then added three more from the other hand.
"Aside from this useless servant, only two other little eunuchs and three palace maids remain. The others... well, the loyal ones died trying to hold the beast back so we could drag you to safety."
Long Xiaoyao paused. He looked at the trembling eunuch. The comedy of the situation faded slightly, replaced by a begrudging respect. This chubby had survived and stayed while the others died or ran away in fear of being punished
"I see," Long Xiaoyao said, his voice softer. Then, a gleam returned to his eyes. Six people. It wasn't an army, but it was enough to start farming points. "Very well. Let's head outside"
A few moments later, the saddest assembly in the history of the Kingdom stood in the courtyard.
The sun was high, casting a golden glow over Long Xiaoyao as he stepped out of his chambers. He wore a simple white robe, but as he stepped into the light, a collective gasp went through the tiny group.
The two maids, who had been shivering with their heads bowed, peeked up and felt their knees turn to jelly—and not from fear. While the other one remained poised although she couldn't help but peek at the 6th prince as well
'Did His Highness always look like this?' one maid thought, her face flushing red.
Long Xiaoyao had always been decent-looking, but now, he seemed to radiate a celestial aura. His hair, usually a dull ink color, now shimmered with a depth darker than the midnight void
His skin, previously pale and sickly, looked like polished jade
It was an aggressive kind of handsome. The kind that made you want to thank him for looking at you.
Long Xiaoyao ignored their blushing stares. He was looking at a floating blue screen that only he could see.
[Current Domination Points: 2]
Long Xiaoyao cleared his throat. "Listen up!"
The two little eunuchs straightened their backs. The maids hastily fixed their hair.
"Since our security is lacking," Long Xiaoyao shouted, walking back and forth with his hands behind his back, "We must take matters into our own hands. From today on, we train!"
He pointed to a rack of rusted practice swords in the corner
"Pick up a sword!"
The group blinked.
"Your Highness?" Yuan Gui asked, his voice trembling.
"I said, pick up a sword! Assume the horse stance! And swing until I say stop!"
The servants exchanged horrified looks.
'This is it,' Yuan Gui thought, his face pale. 'This isn't training. This is punishment! He blames us for letting the boar through! He wants to torture us with physical exertion!'
One of the maids, a petite girl with pigtails, looked like she was about to cry. "We deserve this," she whispered to the others. "We let His Highness get hurt."
Reluctantly, terrifically uncoordinated, they shuffled over. They grabbed the heavy iron swords.
[+14 Domination Points]
"Hah!" Long Xiaoyao commanded. "Swing!"
"H-hah..." they wheezed back.
It was a pathetic sight. Yuan Gui looked like a dumpling trying to chop wood. The two little eunuchs were nearly toppling over with every swing. Two of the maids were trembling so hard their swords were vibrating
Ding!
[+14 Domination Points]
Ding!
[+14 Domination Points]
Long Xiaoyao stood in the middle, watching them struggle with a satisfied smile. To the servants, that smile was terrifying—the smile of a master enjoying their penance. To Long Xiaoyao, it was the smile of a man getting rich.
But not long after, he started to wonder about the points he was receiving. It's not adding up.
'System, isn't it supposed to be 1 point per mortal? Why am I getting 14 points each command? Did you forget how to count? There are clearly just 6 of them'
[The calculation is correct. One of them is just 1 step away from Qi Refining]
'Interesting, since I'll receive 10 points for a level 1 Qi Refining, a half step gave me 9, I wonder which one of them is a wolf in a sheep's clothing'
"I guess I'll find out who that person is soon enough" he mused
"Keep going! Lower your hips! Higher with the arms!"
Ding!
[+14 Domination Points]
"Have mercy, Your Highness!" Yuan Gui wheezed, sweating profusely. "My legs... I can't feel my legs!"
"Pain is weakness leaving the body, Yuan Gui! Keep moving!"
[+14 Domination Points]
As the points rolled in, Long Xiaoyao's gaze drifted over the three maids.
Two of them were a mess. Their hair was frizzy, their stances were crooked, and they were crying softly.
But the third one...
Long Xiaoyao narrowed his eyes.
The third maid, a woman with sharp eyebrows and a modest demeanor, was swinging her sword. But unlike the others, she wasn't trembling. Her breathing was rhythmic.
While Yuan Gui looked like a dying fish, she looked... bored.
"Higher!" Long Xiaoyao shouted suddenly, testing her.
The other maids flinched and nearly dropped their weapons. The third maid instantly adjusted her arc, her movement fluid and precise
'Oh?' Long Xiaoyao grinned, rubbing his chin. 'What do we have here? A crouching tiger hidden in my laundry room?'
"You there," Long Xiaoyao pointed at the poised maid.
She froze, blinking innocently. "This servant?"
"Yes, you. Everyone else, take a break. You... do ten more swings. Put some back into it."
The other servants collapsed on the ground, groaning and massaging their limbs, grateful for the reprieve from their 'punishment.'
The poised maid sighed internally, tightened her grip, and swung.
Ding!
[+9 Domination Points]
[Name: Mo Qingqui]
[Cultivation: Mortal (Haft Step Qi Refining)
In the center of the training ground stood Mo Qingqui
Her face was a mask of icy indifference, possessing a beauty that felt distant and untouchable
Her skin was like polished white jade, flawless and pale, while her eyes were dark pools of seriousness that betrayed no emotion just like her hair. Despite the heat, not a single frown marred her forehead.
She wore the standard attire of a palace maid, but on her, the fabric seemed to struggle to contain her figure. The cloth pulled tight across her waist, accentuating the violent curve of her hips and, most notably, the staggering fullness of her chest
Mo Qingque's body, though mature, exuded an air of innocence and purity. Her smooth, pale skin was away from the prying eyes of the world.
"Vertical slash" Long Xiaoyao ordered his eyes flickering briefly to a translucent blue screen only he could see
Ding!
[Subject Mo Qingqui obeyed your command.]
[+9 Domination Points]
Mo Qingqui sighed internally.
For the past hour, Lon,g Xiaoyao simply barked out basic movements, one after another.
However, she was a servant, and he was her master. Furthermore, she could feel it—the subtle, elusive sensation in her lower dantian.
She wasn't merely a mortal martial artist; she was a half-step into Qi Refining. The gate to true cultivation was right in front of her, but no matter what she did, she just couldn't open that door.
Mo Qingqui tightened her grip on the sword. Her knuckles turned white.
Whoosh!
She swung.
[+9 Domination Points]
The movement was sharp and disciplined. As she brought the sword down in a vertical cleave, her body locked into position with the suddenness of a falling rock hitting the earth.
Physics, however, dictated that while her muscles could stop instantly, her softest assets could not.
As her arms locked the sword in place, the sudden deceleration sent a shockwave through her frame. Her massive, heavy breasts heaved violently against the fabric of her maid uniform.
They bounced upward with a mesmerizing elasticity, straining the buttons, before settling back down with a heavy, quivering motion that seemed to ripple through her entire upper body.
Beads of sweat clung to her collarbone, sliding down into the deep, shadowed valley between her cleavage.
She held the pose, her breathing controlled but heavy. Her chest rose and fell. Rhythmic and hypnotic.
Through it all, her face remained completely expressionless, cold as a glacier
"Lower your stance. Horizontal sweep to the left" Long Xiaoyao commanded again
Ding!
[+9 Domination Points]
"Yes, Your Highness," Mo Qingqui said, her voice a crisp, melodic alto devoid of warmth.
She shifted her feet. The movement emphasized the strength in her thighs beneath her skirt
With a sharp exhale, she unleashed the sweep.
The sword cut the air with a low whistle. Her large breasts swayed heavily to the side, their momentum trailing just a fraction of a second behind her torso
When she snapped her hips to complete the swing, they jiggled with intense vigor, swaying back and forth before finding their center of gravity once more.
The visual was decadent. The contrast between her stoic, warrior-like focus and the erotic, uncontainable movement of her body was enough to make any ordinary man lose his mind.
Initially, Long Xiaoyao had looked at Mo Qingqui merely as a generator for his Domination Points, a tool to be utilized.
But as the training intensified, he found his gaze lingering not on the numbers floating in the air, but on the woman herself
Mo Qingqui was around thirty years old. In the cultivation world, where appearance could be preserved by youth-retaining pills, age was often ambiguous.
But Mo Qingqui possessed a specific kind of allure that the teenage concubines and young noble daughters simply could not replicate.
She was not a green, budding flower; she was a fully ripened peach, heavy with juice and threatening to burst.
She possessed the "Virgin Milf" aesthetic. A body that had reached the absolute peak of voluptuous maturity, possessing the wideness of hips and large breasts usually associated with a mother, yet she retained an air of untouched, icy purity.