"What are you, System? What created you?" I asked, my voice laced with curiosity.
A mechanical chime echoed in my mind, followed by the system's cold, indifferent response. This time on a red transparent screen before my eyes.
[The authority to know this has been locked. Insufficient cultivation level to unlock.]
"Figures," I muttered. Every question led to more restrictions, more mysteries. With a resigned sigh, I pushed aside the irritation that gnawed at me. If I couldn't get answers now, I'd have to earn them through strength later.
"Fine. Let's just cultivate for now."
I delved into my mind searching for my newly acquired cultivation technique. The intricate details and incomprehensible word's directly carved into my consciousness. Just as I prepared to channel my energy, the system's voice interrupted once again.
[Due to the host's binding with the Sect Master System, cultivation can only progress through consummation in other words banging some chicks with of any cultivation realm or race.]
"...What?"
My mind reeled. Was this a joke? Some kind of perverted system? But no, the system's tone remained flat, devoid of amusement.
"So you're telling me... the only way I can grow stronger is by sleeping with women?"
[Affirmative. Additional rewards will be granted based on the cultivation level, physique, and talent of the partner.]
I clenched my fists, struggling to keep my composure. On one hand, this could be seen as a ridiculous advantage. On the other, it reeked of manipulation. Was I really just a pawn in some twisted game?
But hesitation wouldn't get me anywhere. If this was the only path forward, then so be it. I'll just enjoy myself with pleasure.
"System, show me my status."
[Host: Yang Chen.
Age: 18/72.
Cultivation Realm: None.
Qi: None.
Body: None.
Spirit: None.
Physique: Mortal.
Bloodline: Mortal.
Martial Spirit: Supreme Emperor Yang 9-Star. (Suppressed)
Spiritual Root: None.
Strength: Mortal.
Agility: Mortal.
Vitality: Mortal.
Spiritual Power: None.
Luck: Mortal.
Charm: Mahayana Realm. (Suppressed)
Cultivation Technique: Primordial Chaos Reincarnation Technique- Volume I (Sealed).
Combat Techniques: None Acquired.
Movement Techniques: None Acquired.
System Skills: Insight Eye, Cuck Maker, Cum Monster, Cum Conqueror, Conception Control, Storage...expand for more.
Alias: Orphan, Transmigrator, Sect Master.
Sect: Celestial Maiden Sect]
"What should I do?" Before he could dwell further on the absurdity, a sharp knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Yang Chen? Are you awake?"
The gentle voice carried a note of concern. He recognized it immediately. It was his homeroom teacher's, Wang Xiuying.
"Come in," he called, hurriedly dismissing the screen.
The door creaked open, revealing a stunning woman in her late twenties. She wore a modest yet elegant blue robe, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders. Despite her calm demeanor, the faint worry etched on her face did not escape his notice.
"Yang Chen, you collapsed during the awakening ceremony. The principal had you brought here. How are you feeling?"
Her almond-shaped eyes searched his face, as though afraid she'd find lingering traces of his earlier distress. Yang Chen quickly composed himself, offering a faint smile.
"I'm fine now, Teacher Xiuying. Just a little lightheaded. Sorry for making you worry."
She nodded, though her concern remained. "That's good to hear. But be careful. Awakening an unknown rank martial spirit that caused a natural phenomenon... It's bound to cause an impact. Even those from prestigious clans would struggle to handle it."
The mention of his martial spirit stirred something within him. The Supreme Emperor Yang martial spirit, a monstrous existence, even in this world of cultivation. Yet it was suppressed, like everything else in his status. Another bitter reminder of the system's manipulations.
"Thank you, Teacher Xiuying. I'll make sure to take it slow," he replied, though his mind was anything but calm.
A moment of silence passed. Her delicate features softened, her voice lowering as she spoke. "If you need anything, even just someone to talk to, don't hesitate. Cultivation can be an overwhelming path, even for the talented."
Yang Chen hesitated, studying her face. The warmth in her expression was genuine, yet there was something else. A glint of sorrow that lingered beneath the surface. Then it struck him.
The rumors.
Wang Xiuying wasn't just an ordinary teacher. She was the third daughter of the Wang Family, one of the wealthiest families in the city. Despite her noble background, she had chosen to teach instead of indulging in the luxuries of her lineage. She had interest in learning about herbs. But more notably, whispers had circulated for years, her marriage had been strained by one unfortunate truth.
She had failed to conceive a child.
A powerful clan like the Wang Family placed immense value on descendants. Without a child, that's why she always took great care of her students as if they are her own.
Yang Chen's mind whirled. The system's requirements, the rumors, her concern for him, a twisted and dark yet calculated plan formed within him.
If the system demanded consummation to cultivate, then perhaps Wang Xiuying could be the perfect first target.
But he couldn't rush it. Manipulation required patience. He needed to break down her defenses not with force, but with understanding, desire, and most importantly... hope.
"Teacher Xiuying," he said softly, his tone deliberate, "I actually wanted to ask you something. Have you heard of cultivation technique that can help... with birth of children successfully?"
A slight frown crossed her face. "Birth of children? Why are you asking about this Yang Chen?"
He shook his head, leaning forward slightly. "Not for myself. I just... read about certain ancient methods that could help others. Especially those struggling with child birth have children successfully. I was curious if someone as knowledgeable as you would know more."
A flicker of something flashed in her eyes, hesitation, curiosity, and perhaps a sliver of longing.
"There are indeed such methods," she said softly. "Some ancient scriptures mention medicinal techniques that nourish the body and enhance vitality. But they are incomplete and often lost to time. Most people rely on physicians and alchemists instead."
Yang Chen nodded thoughtfully. "I see. Thank you for sharing, Teacher. I've always found these topics fascinating and have been studying them. In fact, I believe I may have a solution to this problem."
Her expression shifted to one of surprise, the calm facade momentarily breaking. "What do you mean by that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
"I joined a sect before my awakening," Yang Chen explained. "My master was deeply invested in this subject, researching ancient methods to aid those struggling with childbirth. She believed that certain martial spirits could unlock long-lost secrets to resolve these issues."
"And now?" Wang Xiuying's voice softened, though a trace of cautious hope gleamed in her eyes.
"Now that I've awakened that martial spirit, I can sense the knowledge within me. The method exists, and I understand how to apply it. All I need is a willing participant who desires a child and an experienced alchemist to oversee the process." He gave her a respectful bow. "Thank you for your insight, Teacher Xiuying."
But before he could change the topic, her voice stopped him. "If everything is arranged... what are the chances of success?"
Yang Chen's lips curled into a confident smile. "Almost 99 percent, if done without any interruption."
A heavy silence lingered between them. The weight of his words hung in the air, stirring thoughts that neither dared to voice just yet.
"That's... remarkable," she murmured, her eyes flickering with hesitation. before she stood up and left saying her goodbyes.
Yang Chen simply smiled, his mind already spinning with the next step of his plan.