The grand hall of the Sixth Peak was nothing short of majestic. It soared upward, the ceiling lost in a swirl of spirit mist and golden formations, humming softly with spiritual energy. Velvet-red carpets embroidered with phoenix motifs rolled from the golden gates all the way to the elevated jade dais where Su Lan sat upon her throne—an ethereal beauty wrapped in a robe of blue and black silk, its sleeves fluttering without wind, revealing glimpses of her fair shoulders and smooth collarbone.
Her eyes were calm, half-lidded, but focused. Those sa eyes now narrowed slightly, fixated on one person standing silently at the edge of the carpeted path—ng Hao.
He stood straight and unyielding, dressed in a crisp robe gifted by the sect, the robe hugging his slender but powerful figure. His black hair, tied with a white ribbon, cascaded over his shoulders like a river of ink. His face, srizing and handso, exuded a tranquil aura that made even the air around him feel different.
Su Lan’s fingers gently tapped the armrest of her throne, the smallest flicker of an indecipherable emotion flashing through her gaze.
At first, ng Hao had ignored the presence of others in the room, his eyes fixed on Su Lan. But now, sensing their stares—burning, yearning—he slowly turned his head to observe them.
They were Su Lan’s direct disciples. Eight won.Each of them possessed a beauty that defied the mundane, as if Heaven itself had sculpted them with different strokes of divine inspiration.No one can say that they are normal
The First Senior Sister, Han Qing, imdiately drew his gaze. She was tall, her mature allure accentuated by a deep green robe that clung tightly to her curves, its neckline teasing the upper swells of her chest. Her long legs were exposed beneath the slit of her high-cut robes, smooth and fair like polished jade. Her raven-black hair was tied up in a regal bun, with a single silver pin holding it in place.
She t ng Hao’s eyes with a calm and assessing gaze, then nodded. "Junior Brother," she said, her voice low and smooth, like velvet brushing against skin.
ng Hao cupped his fists in greeting. "Eldest Senior Sister."
Their eyes lingered for a mont longer than necessary.
He proceeded, offering formal greetings to each senior sister in turn.
The Second Senior Sister, Wang Quier, wore a robe of soft lilac silk, almost transparent in certain places, a provocative design that danced dangerously on the edge of immodesty. Her long hair flowed freely down her back, and she pretended not to care about his presence—but her darting glances betrayed her interest.
The Third Senior Sister, Hong Die, had a liveliness in her eyes. Her robes were a playful mix of red and gold, with sleeves that fluttered as she moved, and a tight sash around her waist that accentuated her one in a million figure. Her smile was teasing when she greeted ng Hao.
"Junior Brother, we finally et," she said, winking.
The Fourth, Yun Xi, was cute beyond belief. Her robes were short, stopping just above her knees, the hem frilled and girlish. She had tied her hair into twin buns, and her eyes sparkled like a curious fox’s as she leaned forward, her soft voice whispering, "You’re even cuter than I imagined...junior brother"
The Fifth, Jiang Xiu, sat upright and rigid. Her expression was icy cold, and her white robes were sharp-edged, with black trimming and iron clasps. Yet those robes clung tightly to her figure, emphasizing her strong thighs and defined curves. Her gaze pierced him like a blade—but it lingered, softer than she likely intended.
The Sixth, Ruo Lan, her crimson robes dangerously loose, revealing her bare shoulders and a glimpse of her inner thighs whenever she shifted. Her gaze was intense, possessive, a hunger burning in her dark eyes.
The Seventh, Li Hua, looked the youngest—gentle and shy. Her baby-blue robe hugged her chest tightly, almost too tightly, her cheeks pink the mont ng Hao’s eyes brushed over her.
Yet despite his careful greetings to all of them, one he purposefully ignored.
Li Yao.
His gaze never even touched her, as if she were invisible.
She was standing slightly to the side of the others, her posture tense, her breath shallow. Her eyes trembled when he passed her by, and when he did not acknowledge her, a storm raged within her. She opened her mouth slightly—perhaps to apologize, perhaps to explain—but nothing ca out.
Her fists clenched tightly in her lap. Her chest rose and fell, her heart pounding as guilt, frustration, and longing warred within her.
ng Hao stood quietly among the assembled disciples now, having taken his place.
[Ding! System Notification: Host has gained multiple favourability points.]
[Do you wish to view the current status of all Senior Sisters?]
ng Hao smiled inwardly.
"They’ve all beco this affected just by looking at ?"
He replied calmly in his mind, "System, show ."
[Ding... Displaying Senior Sister Data Panel]
1st Disciple of Master Su Lan – Han Qing
Age: 154
Cultivation: Foundation Establishnt – Peak Stage
Personality: Cold, calculating;
Favourability: 2 stars ★★
[srized by host’s beauty but won’t show it due to pride.]
Han Qing’s Thoughts:
"So, he is the junior brother Master handpicked? That face... Could it be Master herself is srized by him.how could it be ?well, yes he is soone who is really handso that i have never seen in my life but still he srized master. "
2nd Disciple – Wang Quier
Age: 147
Cultivation: Foundation Establishnt – Peak Stage
Personality: Stoic, indifferent deanor
Favourability: 2 stars ★★
[She cannot comprehend how soone this beautiful like host exists.]
3rd Disciple – Hong Die
Age: 134
Cultivation: Foundation Establishnt – Mid Stage
Personality: Righteous, playful, ruthless when needed
Favourability: 3 stars ★★★
[She fell in love at first sight. She is thinking ,Is this fate?]
4th Disciple – Yun Xi
Age: 127
Cultivation: Foundation Establishnt – Mid Stage
Personality: Playful, naïve
Favourability: 2 stars ★★
[Thinks the host is adorable. Wants to befriend him.]
5th Disciple – Jiang Xiu
Age: 117
Cultivation: Foundation Establishnt – Early Stage
Personality: Cold, ruthless; fiercely loyal
Favourability: 3 stars ★★★
[Believes only the host is worthy of her. Will protect host with her life.]
6th Disciple – Ruo Lan
Age: 95
Cultivation: Qi Condensation – Last Stage
Personality: Yandere
Favourability: ★★★
[Will kill anyone who dares steal host from her—even sisters.]
ng Hao blinked slowly.
"Definitely dangerous. Better keep my distance from this one."
7th Disciple – Li Hua
Age: 77
Cultivation: Qi Condensation – Last Stage
Personality: Kind, gentle
Favourability: 3 stars ★★★
[Heart flutters and chest tightens when she sees host. Thinks it’s love.]
The system window faded, and ng Hao inhaled deeply.
"So they all like ... But none of them are my target today."
No—his gaze turned to the woman on the throne.
Su Lan.
The Master of the Sixth Peak. A cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm, a force known throughout the Northern Region.And known as soone who is strict in her cultivation also respected and looked upon by many due to her unwavering determination of cultivation she has cultivated for many years but never yearned for a dao partner.
Today, she was the true objective.
Unmatched by any of her disciples. Her strength, elegance, and air of icy superiority set her far above. And if not for the system’s aura-hiding capabilities, she would’ve likely discovered his true cultivation level already.It would have been bad if she would have discovered ng hao cultivation.
As he contemplated his next moves, Su Lan’s calm gaze wavered slightly.
Five hours ago...
In her private chambers, Su Lan sat cross-legged in ditation. Spiritual energy swirled around her, her breathing even—until it wasn’t.
Her brows furrowed.
Unbidden images crept into her mind. Sensations. Her skin flushed, and her fingers twitched slightly.
Images of ng hao—her new disciple—naked, panting beneath her, those beautiful eyes wide in shock and pleasure...
Her eyes snapped open.
She was still in her room.
"Damn it..." she whispered, biting her lower lip. "Why do I keep seeing these things...?"
She slamd her palm into the cushion beneath her, spiritual energy surging briefly. Her breathing grew ragged.
"He’s just a disciple," she told herself. "I am Su Lan his master and also 6th peak master... I have to maintain my Dao Heart...how can i fall for a disciple.But also he is the most handso man i have seen but still."
But her resolve was already crumbling.
She stood and walked stiffly to the corner of her chambers. Opening a lacquered drawer, she took out a scroll bound in red ribbon.
The title etched in gold:
"Dual Cultivation Technique."
Su Lan stared at it with complicated eyes.
"I have no choice... if I’m to stabilize my Dao Heart, I must dual cultivate with him once... Just once..."
She opened the scroll, her cheeks tinged with red, her fingers trembling slightly.
Back in the throne room, ng Hao stood straight and unreadable.
Unaware of the storm already brewing in his master’s heart.
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