Forbbiden Cultivation Ch. 0078

******* Day 1 (I) ********

I call them. They look around. They look at me.

"It's my cabin," I confirm.

They pounce at me. They hug me. They kiss me. They cry. It's been hard for everyone. And for them, the uncertainty must have been very stressful.

"Kong! Pervert!" Song accuses me.

Is it my fault that my hand slipped to her ass? Or that I took the opportunity to check if it was still as smooth and supple as ever?

"Aaah. Kong~" Yu moans.

I had to put my other hand somewhere. Yu's ass, for example.

Suddenly, someone knocks.

"Oh, it's Chen," Liang is surprised.

"Oh, so bad. We'll continue later," Song laments.

"Shameless," Shi accuses her, laughing. She kisses me on the cheek.

Liang also says something to Song. I don't know what Yi says to her sister. They continue after I send them back. I don't know what they're talking about. But they're smiling.

I let Chen in. He's a slave. He's carrying sheets and towels. He's looking at me, unsure of what to do.

"Do you want me to clean and make the bed?" he asks formally. It's like a slave should address a student.

"Sit down, Chen."

He obeys. He's a slave. I can't change the difference in rank. I'd like to treat Shu and the others as usual. If possible. At least, if we're alone. But I can't afford to treat the rest of them as equals. That's how things are. We all know. We've learned it since we were kids.

It's not like he's my best friend or anything. But, like with many others, we've met many times. Doing work. And talking. Helping each other. He's a good guy. He hasn't reached stage one. There's no reason to treat him badly.

"I know you want to ask. You can. Speak freely. You have my permission."

The truth is, it's a bit awkward. I'm not used to this. Especially with someone I considered a good colleague.

"How?" is all he manages to ask. It's strange. He usually talked a lot.

"Since I could copy manuals, I managed to learn how to hide my cultivation. And I kept raising without anyone knowing. When I was about to ascend to Soul, there was a small problem, but it's solved now," I summarize.

His eyes are wide open. There's wonder. Perhaps a little reverence?

"Could we also learn?" he asks, hopeful.

I suppose it was the obvious question. Who doesn't want the chance to be free?

"I'm afraid it's impossible. It's not enough to read it once. You have to do it several times. Practice it. Correct mistakes. Reread it. Practice it. Read it again. It's not enough for me to try to teach it either. And I can't take it out of the library," I explain.

"I see," he resigns himself, visibly dejected.

Actually, I have a copy. From faulty copied manuals. It'd be enough. But I can't give it to him. It'd be dangerous.

"Don't lose hope. Things might change. I can't say for sure yet, but I've talked to someone important. Maybe, there'll be news soon," I encourage him.

"Really?" he looks at me again, his eyes wide open.

"I hope so. Although, it's not certain. I don't even know when. But you should start cultivating seriously."

I'm not surprised by the effect my words have. A glimmer of hope is much more than we slaves have ever had. An opportunity, even if it's not certain, is enough to hold on to. He can't stop smiling. He nods and clenches his fists.

"How have things been over there these past few days?" I ask.

If a normal student were to ask a slave, they might not get an honest answer. But I was a slave. And I've answered his questions.

"As always. Except for the rumors about you. The news was confusing. No one knew exactly what was going on. Only that they were looking for you. You had a few very worried female slaves. Seriously, I don't know how you do it," he explains.

He allows himself a smile for a moment. He even wants to give me a friendly punch on the shoulder. But he stops. He looks at me, frightened. A slave should never do that to a student. I could hit him without consequences just because of the intention. I pretend I didn't see anything. He understands my position. He relaxes.

"There are secrets that can't be told," I joke a little.

I allow myself to be a little friendly. I've said something like that to him in the past. This isn't the first time we've had a similar conversation. It's nice to talk to an old friend. I'm sorry it can't be as equals. Maybe, one day.

I know he can't stay here much longer. Just a little longer than it'd take to clean and tidy the room. But I'd rather talk to him than make him work. After all, I have four slaves who can do it.

"Can you tell them I'm fine? Tell them where my cabin is. In case they want to stop by and say hello," I ask. It's something I can't command him to do.

He nods. We both understand our positions. Although his look is a little strange. There's more to it than servitude. Perhaps, respect? There's certainly hope.

It doesn't take long for us to say goodbye. I assure him he can talk to me if there's anything important. Although I'm a student, I haven't forgotten that, until yesterday, I was a slave. If it's in my power, I can help them.

He nods. We both know that, although he can speak to me, he'll have to do so carefully. Especially, if there are other people around. I watch him leave. It gets a little lonely. There's a distance between us now.

I call the girls again. They decide to tidy up the room themselves. Liang makes the bed. Yu helps her. She's a little clumsy. Yi laughs. This's going to end badly. I'd better leave.

"Chicken," Shi mocks while cleaning the wall.

The truth is, I wanted to make the other four clean it. But they've insisted. And they didn't let me help. The problem is that they're all naked. They're too sexy. I can't help but kiss Shi on the cheek. But she turns and catches me with her lips. She laughs as she takes a few steps away and continues cleaning.

Song and Ma Lang are cleaning the table. And talking. Their asses are too tempting.

""Pervert. Ha, ha,"" they accuse me. Both laughing at the same time as they throw the rags at me.

Bai Wan has been kicked out. She had offered to help. But, now that the danger is over, we all knew what she really wanted. She's testing some mixtures. Cooling them. Heating them. Carefully pouring ingredients. Creating the occasional small explosion. Again, she added too much qi. Or too little. Or too soon. Or not in time. Or too fast. Or too slowly.

These days, a few have gone wrong. But some don't seem to have turned out too badly. Her smile is radiant when that happens. Or depressed when she fails. But she doesn't give up. Her willpower is commendable. And she seems to be having fun. She's delighted with this opportunity.

Suddenly, someone grabs me. More than one. They push me onto the bed. They're Liang and the twins.

"Hey! We want him too!" Song protests.

She's approaching with Lang and Shi. I think they're going to rape me. They're undressing me, giggling. Then, someone nock. It's Bei Liu and Bi Lang.

"Party pooper!" Yi complains.

"Don't think you'll get away!" Shi threatens.

"Fuck them and call us," Song suggests.

Giggling, they fix my clothes properly. More or less. Then, I send them back. They start talking. I'd say they're up to something. I sigh. I look back at the barrier. I get up.

They seem nervous. Liu is biting her lip. Lang is playing with her pigtails. Chewing on something. Their clothes are a little wrinkled. They're a little disheveled. I think they left in a hurry. They must be worried.

I open the barrier. But I hide behind the entrance. They enter.

"Kong? Are you okay?" Liu pushes through the barrier. Her voice sounds worried.

"Where are you?" Lang asks.

I close the barrier behind them. I surprise them from behind. I grab them by the waist.

"Kong! You scared me!" Liu complains.

"Why did you leave without a word?!"

"You had us so worried!"

"We could have helped you!"

Oh, well. I think they're mad at me. This must be the first time. It's true I left without saying anything.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to put you in danger," I apologize.

That's part of the truth. The other is that they would've delayed me. But I'd rather not tell them that.

"Idiot..." Liu is looking at me. She punches me in the chest. Not very hard.

"You're not getting away that easily," Lang threatens, her cheeks puffed out.

"You're going to have to make it up to us," Liu demands.

"And this one doesn't count," Lang adds.

My hands move down to their asses. They moan, flinching.

"Okay."

I slowly push them onto the bed. Caressing them along the way. Kissing them alternately. My hands slowly peel back their clothes. I remove their bras. Their thongs. I leave their tunic on. But pulled up to their waists. Down to their waists. Their soft legs are exposed. Their crotches. Their collarbones. Their breasts. Only their stomachs are covered. My clothes are already on the bedroom floor.

I grab them by the tunic as I thrust into them from behind. On all fours. It's a good place to hold on. To push myself toward them. To make their asses vibrate with each thrust. First one. Then, the other. Hard. Rough. Taking them to the limit.

Then, Liu on her side. Then, Lang on her side. More gentle. More tender. I fill them. They hug me. They fall asleep, cuddled with me. I help their sleep deepen. With a huge smile. Content. Relaxed.

I want to call the girls. But I find they're meditating. To recover their qi faster. Liang is preparing a meal. There's a flag. So I don't call them.

I smile. I know they want to be with me as much as I do. But we also know there are things to do. Fine. I'll call them later.

I leave a note for Liu and Lang. And I give them access to the barrier, so they can leave when they wake up. I don't know if they will.

I squeeze their asses and tits for almost a minute. I like the feeling of softness. Of elasticity. They don't wake up. I leave.

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The first thing I need to do is to get registered. This way, I can access the contribution points.

"Here it is. You have -96,837 points."

The points can be kept in the sect, or carried around. They're kept in the sect for safekeeping. That way, they can't get stolen by other students. The ones you need, you can carry on a card. Associated with your qi mark. With which you can transfer to others. Willingly or forced. Buying or being robbed.

If you lose it, you lose the points on it. They're lost forever. No one can transfer them except the owner. And you have to pay a few points to get another card. Unfortunately, you can't lose negative points. Those aren't transferred to the card. They'll be waiting for me until I pay them.

"Why do I owe those points?" I ask, puzzled and irritated.

"Sawmill damage. Slave disturbance. Kitchen roof damage. Roof damage at..."

Okay. They made haste. And I can't say it wasn't me. I sigh. I take the empty card and leave. I'll have to deposit points to pay off the debt. I'm off to a good start...

I go to the library. I can withdraw up to three manuals. With enough contribution points. Obviously, I can't withdraw any now.

Should I sell something? I'd make quite a bit with the furs. But I don't want to expose I have them. I could go to town and sell them. And then exchange gold for points. But the exchange for gold isn't as good. Half as good as doing it in reverse. Plus the same problem. How does a former slave justify gold in such a short time?

Instead of entering the library, I slip in through a side door. Some slaves have stared at me. I would've greeted them. But it's not appropriate.

"Is Master Po here?"

The servant at the front desk looks at me. Surprised. He's recognized me. As a slave, he's seen me many times.

"So, it's you... Um. What's the reason for your visit?"

"I want to apply to work here."

He stares at me. Normally, he'd have to tell me I have to pass some tests and blah, blah. But he knows who I am. That I've worked here before. I don't need to pass those tests.

The pay in points is good. That's what the students who worked with us said. Well, they were apart from us. Some were reasonably friendly. Others treated us like dogs. I don't know how they'll receive me now.

The servant leaves. He returns shortly, and shows me into a room. A man who looks in his forties is sitting behind the desk. Actually, he has a few hundred. His cultivation level is unknown. At least, among slaves and students. He's reviewing several notebooks. Checking that they're copied correctly.

"So, you're the famous ex-slave," he looks at me with sharp eyes.

I think I notice something. As if a fine wind were penetrating my body. Passing through me. Is that the spiritual sense? Has it inspected me? If so, his realm is impressive.

"Not bad. Your foundation is firm. Quite unexpected. Well, you're at Soul realm, but you've only learned to copy up to Genesis stage one. 5,000 points per stage one sheet. 10,000 if it's stage two. 15,000 for three. You add 5,000 per sheet stage. You can practice with a stage two page for every two correct ones. One at three for every two correct twos. The same for the rest. You know when it's open. You can come whenever you want. Inject qi into the pass to bind it."

He throws me a rectangular object. It fits in my hand. I'd say it's made of jade. Or something like that. After that, he goes back to his business. I'm expected to leave. I need to do about 20 pages to pay off the debt. It shouldn't take long. The pay isn't exceptional. But if I can manage to do the high-level ones, it'll be more than interesting. Too bad they don't pay me on the card. The first ones will go directly to pay off the debt.

Once you demonstrate a level, you can fail without consequences. Unless you fail a lot. The worst thing is that the number of pages to copy is limited. It depends on how many pages are pending. Normally, two or three a day for students. But it's a good source of income for the time spent.

I'll try to start tomorrow. Or maybe later today, if I have time. Now, I have to check when the lessons are. Some might be interesting. There's a lot I don't know. And maybe I can better understand what the new notebook from the Residence said.