Dual Cultivation: The Rise of Evil Young Master Ft. Fairy System Chapter 3: Never touch grass

Valera’s expression remained serene, yet her eyes flashed with a hint of surprise at Bai Long’s direct request.

She stepped closer, her movents graceful and asured.

[If you wish to touch, you may.]

She said, her voice soft and lodious like an autumn breeze hitting the skin.

As Bai Long reached out to cup her breasts, he felt a surge of energy coursing through his palm.

The skin beneath his fingers was cool and silky, almost ethereal.

He could feel the subtle rhythm of her heartbeat, as if her very essence was responding to his touch. "Could it be an engine? Or sothing else?"

Bai Long had only read the system as chanical energy and not the guides.

"By the gods..." he breathed, his eyes widening as he marveled at the sensation.

It felt so good; it was squeezy and mind-calming.

Bai Long’s thumbs brushed over her pert nipples, which hardened instantly under his touch. A jolt of pleasure shot straight to his groin, making him gasp.

Nonetheless, he quickly composed himself.

"System, tell , how many points can I get from stealing his won?" Bai Long suddenly asked.

[It depends on how essential they are to his story; Chen’s mother and daughters aren’t of much importance. Thus, making them submit to the Host will grant fewer points compared to the heroine of a greater family with better talent.]

"Oooh," Bai Long nodded in understanding.

Just then,

Knock!

With a simple knock, the door of his room creaked open, and a middle-aged woman with a kind face and silver hair entered, carrying a tray of freshly prepared food.

"Young Master Bai, it’s ti for your al. Please eat," she said with a warm smile, placing the tray on the bedside table.

The aroma of the food filled the room, and Bai Long’s stomach growled in response, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten in a while.

"I will leave now," the maid said.

"Stop..."

But before she could leave, Bai Long stopped her.

"Go and inform Chen Qingxue to visit ," he said with an arrogant Young Master tone.

The previous owner acted this way, and the current Bai Long wasn’t stupid enough to change 180° in personality suddenly, as these maids would tell everything to his father.

In any case, the original Bai Long must be angry at the mont and even attack the maids; it’s already a blessing that the current Bai Long didn’t wish to attack her.

"I shall inform her," the maid nodded and left.

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"Sigh... My father is planning to send to a rural state, and I no longer have my previous cultivation base. The sect might already be sending a letter revoking my position as Holy Son and kicking out," Bai Long talked to himself, knowing how useless these people are.

For a trash third-rate villain like him, everybody turns their eyes away once outshone by the Son of Qi Luck.

Just as he was about to eat, the door to his room opened again, revealing a woman with long black hair tied in a ponytail and wearing a simple yet elegant blue dress.

She had a slender, curvaceous figure, with curves in all the right places.

Her skin was pale and smooth, like porcelain. Her face was oval-shaped, with high cheekbones and a small nose. Her lips were full and rosy, and she had a small mole on the right side of her chin.

She entered the room with grace, her movents fluid and silent. She bowed respectfully as she approached Young Master Bai.

"Young Master, you summoned ?" she asked, her voice soft and sweet like honey.

Bai Long looked at her with a smirk.

"So you are the one?"

The woman’s eyes widened slightly, a look of confusion and apprehension crossing her face. She looked at Bai Long with a puzzled expression.

"Young Master?"

"Nothing, co here," he said, gesturing for her to approach.

The woman hesitated for a mont, but then obediently walked closer to Bai Long.

When she was within arm’s reach, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer to him.

"What are you doing, Young Master?" she asked, trying to maintain her composure, but there was a hint of fear in her voice.

"I will tell this to the patriarch..."

"Relax, I am just curious," he said, his eyes roaming over her body hungrily.

He pulled her closer, his face re inches away from hers.

"Tell , what are your asurents?"

Chen Qingxue’s face turned red with embarrassnt.

"Y-Young Master, please behave yourself," she stuttered, trying to push him away.

But he held her tight, his grip like an iron claw.

"I am your Young Master, and you will answer my questions," he said, his tone cold and commanding.

Chen Qingxue felt a shiver run down her spine at his words.

"I-I’m not sure," she replied, trying to hide her fear.

Bai Long chuckled, his breath hot on her face.

"Let see for myself then," he said.

"Co sit on my lap... And let’s talk about your daughter."

"I have nothing to say about my daughter," she tried to pull her hand away.

"Your husband is no more, and your daughter has potential, do you want to let her starve in the future? Or let her live a good life?"

"I don’t understand, Young Master." Her eyes widened.

Bai Long smiled as he grabbed her hand and made her sit on his lap.

"Your daughter has a little talent for cultivation, but you can’t afford to send her to the sect, correct?" Bai Long said.

"If I recall correctly, your family ca seeking refuge, and your daughter has a bloodline that is sealed and needs awakening,"

"Yes..." She looked earnestly.

"And you don’t want her to live shallow in the future, right?" He asked.

"I want her to live a good life," Chen Qingxue said.

"Well then, if you want her to have a bright future, I can help," He said.

"But how can Young Master help her?" Chen Qingxue asked, still confused.

"I can help her cultivate, and beco a strong cultivator, with my help, her bloodline can be unsealed, but nothing is free, and I need sothing in return," he said, his hand sliding up her thigh.

"What do you need, Young Master?" She asked, trying to keep her composure.

"You," he replied.

Chen Qingxue’s face turned bright red with sha and anger. She tried to stand up, but Bai Long’s grip on her was too strong.

"Young Master, what are you talking about?" She asked, trying to sound calm, but her voice was shaking.

"I want you to beco my maid," he said, his hand moving further up her thigh, close to her private parts.

Chen Qingxue gasped in shock.

"How can you say such a thing, Young Master? I am a married woman, and I have a daughter," she protested.

"You are a widow. And I can help your daughter," Bai Long said, his voice cold and emotionless.

For a lowly bitch she does seem to have too much attitude.

Chen Qingxue was taken aback by his words.

"Of course, if you truly do not wish for your daughter’s bloodline to be unsealed, you can leave," he added further.

She had never thought that Young Master Bai would be so bold.

She felt a wave of disgust and anger towards him.

But she also knew that she had no choice but to obey. Obviously, she could get up and leave, but what about her daughter?

She also doubted how Young Master Bai would unseal her daughter’s bloodline.