Chapter 561: Want to Extend the Ti?
The sky was clear and bright, the gentle breeze pleasant and refreshing.
The first Dao Inquiry Assembly led by Moon Shadow Sect had finally arrived after much anticipation.
The sect leaders and elders from various major sects ca with hopes and observational intentions, but were utterly astonished when they reached Moon Shadow Sect's main hall.
They had expected so grand spectacle that would shock them profoundly.
Like sword cultivators lined up in welco formation.
The Sword Pavilion Ancestor's nine flood dragons soaring together.
At the very least, they should have arranged so spirit beasts to enhance the atmosphere, right?
However...
The reality was...
No nine dragons pulling a coffin, only Wangzai milk cans.
No immortal cranes flying in formation, only Zhou Bapi and Ma Shangfei.
No crisscrossing sword energy or clinking wine cups.
Only massage chairs and 108 technicians from Jade Pool Holy Land.
The main hall square featured several long tables pieced together arranged in rows, with single rows stretching hundreds of zhang long, enough to accommodate all the cultivators attending the ceremony.
Under the arrangent of Moon Shadow Sect disciples, everyone sat down looking completely bewildered.
Sect leaders and elders were seated in the VIP section.
Fa Dahai, leader of Zen Sect, had just taken his seat when his attention focused on this strangely shaped chair. Compared to normal chairs, this one was much more substantial, with many chanism-like buttons on the armrests.
Behind the chair was a cord of unknown function.
The cord was very long, its end connected to who knows where.
"Although Moon Shadow Sect's arrangents appear simple and crude, this chair is quite unique," Fa Dahai shifted his buttocks, feeling his whole body sink into the chair.
Moreover, the chair seed to carry a temperature similar to human body heat.
It felt like sinking into a warm embrace.
This was far more comfortable than the benches and ditation cushions he usually sat on.
Not long after taking their seats.
A row of female cultivators in uniforms entered from behind the screen at the side of the main hall.
These female cultivators were all beautiful with slender figures.
They weren't wearing traditional ruqun dresses, but specially tailored clothing.
The various sect leaders and elders looked at each other.
Not a single person could identify what these clothes were called.
They only felt that these garnts accentuated the female cultivators' figures, making their curves more alluring - where things should be firm were firm, where they should be ample were ample, where they should be curved were curved.
If they were in modern tis, they wouldn't be surprised.
These were just fitted shirts and pencil skirts.
Chen Huaian had been quite conservative in his arrangents, not even giving these sect elders black stockings, white stockings, or high heels, afraid they might faint from shock.
"Why do these female cultivators look sowhat familiar?"
"I rember now, I've seen one of them before - she was a fairy from Jade Pool Holy Land... Ah, how tis change. These once lofty fairies from Jade Pool Holy Land now only serve miscellaneous roles in Moon Shadow Sect."
So shook their heads in regret, others sighed with emotion.
But Fa Dahai was dismissive.
These Jade Pool female cultivators might have consud human pills.
Could they still be considered human cultivators?
They were practically demonic evil spawn!
The fact that Chen Sword Master was willing to spare their lives and give them a chance to reform was already too rciful. If it were up to him, he'd rather mistakenly kill than let any escape.
"Hello, guest. I am technician number 18, at your service."
Just as Fa Dahai was contemplating the cris committed by Jade Pool Holy Land.
A clear, lodious voice suddenly sounded before him.
He looked up to see a charming young woman standing before him - one of those Jade Pool Holy Land female cultivators he despised.
At this mont, the female cultivator was bending over to place a small stool.
Her open collar revealed a glimpse of fair skin and deep cleavage.
Fa Dahai didn't want to look.
But he still saw.
Instantly feeling heat rush to his head, he quickly closed his eyes, silently reciting 'Amitabha Buddha'.
What exactly was Chen Sword Master trying to do?
Sending a Jade Pool demon woman to test him?
Was he, Fa Dahai, soone who couldn't withstand such tests?
Fa Dahai snorted coldly in his heart, silently reciting the Great Compassion Mantra and Clear Mind Mantra, preparing to show Chen Sword Master what true composure looked like.
The next second.
His feet felt cold as soone removed his shoes.
Fa Dahai's eyes widened as he looked at his bare feet, completely bristling with anger.
"Bold demon woman! How dare you lay hands on this poor monk!" He glared furiously, "What exactly are you trying to do? In broad daylight, what kind of behavior is this?!"
Fa Dahai swore that if this weren't Moon Shadow Sect, just for this Jade Pool demon woman removing his shoe.
He would have already sent her to the afterlife with a Great Sun Tathagata Palm!
Technician 18 smiled gently: "Guest, this is foot ridian clearing technique, beneficial for cultivation. It's a gift arranged by Chen Sword Master for all guests!"
"Nonsense, absolute nonsense!" Hearing it was Chen Sword Master's arrangent, Fa Dahai's anger subsided by thirty percent, but he still refused to believe, stubbornly saying, "This poor monk has cultivated for hundreds of years, when have I ever seen such absurd thods? This is clearly decadent music, demonic arts that corrupt the heart and mind!"
He was about to withdraw his foot when he noticed the female cultivator beginning to apply warm transparent liquid to his calf.
Amitabha your mother's Buddha.
What was this now!?
"This poor monk warns you, stop imdiately! Otherwise, don't bla this poor monk for being impolite!"
Fa Dahai was furious.
What kind of behavior was this?
A beautiful female cultivator holding a great monk's foot? What kind of propriety was this?!
Yet the next second, an unprecedented tingling sensation spread from his feet.
The female cultivator's fingers seed magical, accurately pressing on acupoints he had never noticed before.
Fa Dahai's angry roar abruptly stopped, his eyes beginning to glaze over.
"Hiss—! This... what kind of demonic art is this?" he asked tremulously, the anger in his voice diminishing by another thirty percent.
It seed, there might actually be sothing to this!
He should experience it a bit more before drawing conclusions.
...
Five minutes later.
"Amitabha Buddha, Amitabha Buddha... this should... ahem... this should be evil arts, this poor monk will definitely not be deceived..."
Fa Dahai was still insisting verbally, but his voice clearly lacked conviction, and his body had unconsciously relaxed.
...
Ten minutes later.
"Hmm... this technique is rather... oh! Oh yeah! Apply more pressure here! Amitabha Buddha..." Fa Dahai suddenly let out a cry completely unbefitting a high monk's image, then quickly straightened his face, looked around, and muttered quietly: "Ahem, this poor monk, this poor monk was just detecting flaws in the demonic arts."
Yet no one around paid him any attention, no one cared about him.
The various sect leaders and elders were all closing their eyes and enjoying themselves.
...
Fifteen minutes later.
"This... which acupoint are you pressing?" Fa Dahai tried to maintain a serious expression, but his tone had clearly softened. He began making unrelated conversation to ease his embarrassnt: "This poor monk finds your massage technique quite comndable, worth learning... did you learn this from Lingxi Valley? How old are you this year? How long have you been doing this? What does your family do?"
Facing Fa Dahai's various questions, technician 18 answered with gentle smiles, showing no impatience whatsoever.
Fully delivering emotional value.
...
Twenty minutes later.
Technician 18 asked Fa Dahai with seductive eyes: "Guest, how is it? Can you handle the pressure?"
"Hmm... yes, here... here does seem to have ridian blockages..."
Fa Dahai began finding theoretical justification for his enjoynt, thinking to himself.
Perhaps... perhaps this wasn't entirely useless.
Existence implies reason - since Chen Sword Master recomnded it, it must have its wonders!
...
Thirty minutes later.
Fa Dahai completely surrendered.
Like the other sect leaders and elders around him, his eyes were slightly closed, and even a barely noticeable smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
"This poor monk was shortsighted, this... this is indeed a profound cultivation assistance thod! This is wonderful!"
He had experienced acupressure before.
But never had he experienced the sensation of a young girl's soft hands with essential oils gently pressing along special pathways, slowly releasing pressure.
Ti passed minute by minute.
Especially during enjoynt, it seed to fly by even faster.
"Guest, ti's up." Technician 18 suddenly stopped.
Fa Dahai's eyes snapped open, filled with reluctance: "What? It's over already?"
"This kind of... this kind of cultivation thod, this poor monk hasn't fully comprehended it yet. Could we... study it more deeply?"
He looked around and noticed the other sect leaders and elders also wore expressions of wanting more.
They all lay collapsed in the massage chairs, not a trace of their immortal grace remaining.
Even that cold-faced executioner Fu Hongyu from Blade Sect couldn't maintain his frosty expression.
Fa Dahai swallowed hard, utterly shocked in his heart - Chen Sword Master was truly unfathomable!
This miraculous technique was simply...
Simply revolutionary for the cultivation world!
Fa Dahai, who had just been perplexed by Moon Shadow Sect's simple and shabby arrangents, had long abandoned such thoughts.
This wasn't simplicity?
This was hidden profundity!
Just as Fa Dahai was feeling shocked and astonished.
The 'Jade Pool demon woman' before him suddenly pressed his leg and said with a smile.
"So~ does the guest an... you want to add more ti?"
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