Chapter Eighty-Nine: Cultivating the Divine Body

He wanted to.

Xiaodong nodded repeatedly; only a fool would not.

“Go take a bath first,” Sister Yaya said, then picked up the essay collection on the coffee table and settled into the soft sofa to read.

Xiaodong hurried back to the guest room to fetch the clothes he had left there earlier and went to bathe.

What had once been the guest room, and would in the future become his own room, had the wardrobe open when Lin Yin rushed in, her pretty face slightly flushed. “Xiaodong, I still have some clothes in the closet. I’ll take them over to Feifei’s.”

Then, under Xiaodong’s dry-mouthed gaze and Lin Yin’s shy embarrassment, several pieces of lingerie in different colors, some of them even semi-transparent, were taken away.

After Lin Yin left, Yang Feifei came in with a grin. “Before this semester, it was basically Lin Yin who stayed here. Heehee, this semester she’s been making room for you every weekend. If you end up living here all the time, how are you going to repay her?”

“Can I repay her with myself?” Xiaodong asked in a low voice. “Does Sister Yin have a boyfriend? I just happen not to have a girlfriend either.”

Although Lin Yin was not goddess-level, she was still a beauty among beauties. Though she was a little shorter than the tall Yang Feifei, Xiaodong estimated her height to be around one hundred sixty-six centimeters, and her chest was even larger than Yang Feifei’s.

“Who wants you?” Yang Feifei stepped on Xiaodong’s foot. “The men chasing Lin Yin are either bosses worth tens of millions, or textbook rich, handsome, and successful types. They have way more money than you. Don’t think that because you look a little better you can strut around. Liking handsome men and marrying a handsome man are two different things. It’s fine if you go fooling gullible little girls, but someone as sharp as me already looks at money first. As for those women who come and go, let alone them.”

Li Wen liked kicking feet, and Yang Feifei liked stepping on them. Neither of them were the dutiful-wife, good-mother type. Xiaodong kept his distance and quickly retreated with his hands up. “I was just saying. Sister Yin is so innocent; even if I tricked her, it would only be to teach her a lesson. I know my limits.”

“You’re still spouting nonsense?” Yang Feifei stepped on him again.

Xiaodong wore a bitter expression. He didn’t have Sister Yaya’s divine body.

Suddenly, Yang Feifei fell silent. Her gaze turned complicated as she looked at Xiaodong.

Xiaodong’s skin prickled all over. He was not used to that look from Yang Feifei. “What kind of act are you putting on now? Don’t bring your drama home.”

“Xiaodong, if you’re going to learn kung fu from Sister Yaya, then learn it properly. Don’t disappoint her,” Yang Feifei said with unusual seriousness.

Xiaodong wanted to say that it wasn’t kung fu he was learning, but that kind of divine body. There was plenty of martial technique from Wei Yan, but if his constitution could not keep up, he still would not be able to use it.

But seeing how solemn Yang Feifei was, he could only nod before carrying his clothes out to bathe.

After he finished bathing, Xiaodong began to somewhat understand what Yang Feifei had meant.

Sister Yaya had returned to her room and told him to come in with her.

It was Xiaodong’s first time entering Sister Yaya’s room. A faint fragrance, like mountain flowers drifting from afar, mixed with the dim room light, sent his hormones surging wildly.

Sister Yaya’s bedsheets and duvet cover were a lovely pink, and on top of them sat a giant teddy bear almost the size of a person.

“Sister Yaya, are we practicing in your room?” Xiaodong was a little overwhelmed. In an atmosphere like this, a man’s nerves simply could not endure a woman’s trial.

Fortunately, Xiaodong was still just a young boy, and Sister Yaya did not know very much either. Her smiles and glances were proper and composed. Otherwise, a woman with experience, once she had known the ways of the flesh, would naturally exude that kind of allure in every word and gesture.

“Tonight we practice all night. Before dawn, you have to stay in this room with me,” Sister Yaya said, gazing at him. Under the orange-red lamp light, her delicate face was tinted with a blush.

“All right then, Sister Yaya. Let’s begin. I can’t wait anymore.” Xiaodong swallowed hard and threw a few hurried punches to divert his attention, or he would lose composure at once.

“It has already begun,” Sister Yaya said with a smile. Whether it was the lighting or not, Xiaodong felt a little dizzy looking at her. At that moment, Sister Yaya seemed alluring beyond words, her eyes like silk.

Xiaodong shook his head. “It has?”

“Turn around. I’m changing into another set of pajamas.”

With her back to Xiaodong, Sister Yaya pulled open the sliding wardrobe.

Changing clothes? Xiaodong froze.

In that instant of daze, Sister Yaya had already taken out a pink, semi-transparent nightdress.

“Do you want to watch me change?” Seeing Xiaodong staring dumbly in this direction, Sister Yaya asked with a soft laugh.

Xiaodong’s face burned. Damn it, was everything tonight just a dream? How had Sister Yaya suddenly become like this?

“I... I won’t watch. I’ll go out...” Xiaodong stammered, turning to leave.

“If you leave, you fail. Don’t you want to train your divine body?” Sister Yaya said from behind him.

Xiaodong stopped. His hand on the doorknob also froze.

What kind of training method was this? Xiaodong’s breathing grew heavy.

“I’m changing now.”

“I’ve started changing. The purple nightdress has already come off. I’m not wearing anything now.”

...

Sister Yaya narrated as she changed.

Xiaodong’s head spun. His body had never felt so hot before; his breathing grew heavier and heavier. He clenched his fists, roaring inwardly. The image of Sister Yaya, who had always been a goddess in his heart, had turned into an unrivaled enchantress, and every word she spoke battered his nerves.

No wonder Sister Yaya had turned on this kind of lamp as soon as she entered the room. So the training had begun the moment they stepped inside.

“Done changing. You can turn around now.”

Xiaodong did not dare turn. He had already begun to react.

“To cultivate the same divine body as mine, you have to open the gate of energy. And to open that gate, you need a powerful will, as well as awakened cells so they can form memory. That is the entry point,” Sister Yaya said softly. “I’m not an utmost-yin body, so my temptation is not the greatest. If you can spend one night with me and we’re both still fine, then you should be able to open the gate to the divine body.”

Xiaodong stared, mouth agape. Spend a whole night alone with Sister Yaya in this kind of setting?

Good heavens. Just being in the same space was already more than he could bear. If Sister Yaya tempted him like before, and he still had to stay the entire night without anything happening, was that even possible?

“If you can’t hold on, then all your efforts will have been wasted, and there will be no more chance afterward. It’s like that membrane on a girl—there is only one true membrane in a lifetime. Once it’s ruined, it’s ruined.” Sister Yaya said as she walked toward Xiaodong.

Xiaodong could hear her footsteps and felt a shock. The system didn’t even have this kind of technique to exchange for. Even if it did in the future, it would probably cost a fortune; who knew when he would ever be able to afford it.

For the divine body, he would fight it out.

The words had barely left his heart when he sat down on the bed, clutching his groin. Turning back and seeing Sister Yaya approaching, Xiaodong’s defenses nearly collapsed on the spot.

Sister Yaya was wearing a semi-transparent pink nightdress, and the perfect outline beneath it was fully revealed.

Xiaodong stared straight at her. Fragments of scenes from foreign films flashed one after another through his mind, and he rubbed his nose.

Damn, he was bleeding.

Sister Yaya had complete confidence in herself and was not worried that Xiaodong would do anything rash. She drew a tissue from the bedside table, sat beside him, and wiped away the nosebleed. A smile lingered at the corners of her mouth. Whether she was shy or not, he could not tell under the hazy light, and her true expression remained hidden.

The nosebleed seemed to worsen no matter how much he wiped. Xiaodong panted like an ox, exhaling hot breaths. The fragrance from Sister Yaya’s body, even every inch of her presence, was stimulating his nerves.

“Ya...ya Sister, this... is too much...”

Xiaodong clenched his fists. He did not dare look directly at his goddess, yet his side glances kept drifting back to her.

“It has only just begun,” Sister Yaya said, her breathing steady. “Lie down on the bed.”

Xiaodong shook his head. He wanted nothing more than to splash cold water on himself and wake up, but he knew he could not.

The powerful will, and the boiling cells, were still far from complete.

After the two of them got into bed, they leaned against the headboard, and Sister Yaya’s arm brushed against Xiaodong’s.

Xiaodong was drenched in sweat. That single arm seemed to possess endless magic, calling for him to turn over and pounce on her at once.

“There’s a movie here. I copied it from Feifei just now. Put on the earphones and watch it yourself.” Sister Yaya handed Xiaodong the phone and earbuds, then lay on her side with her back to him.

Looking at Sister Yaya’s flowing hair scattered across the pillow, her delicate curves, and those long legs mostly exposed, Xiaodong felt he could hardly breathe.

Heavens, could this kind of cultivation method really succeed? It was too inconceivable.

Biting down hard and forcing himself not to look at Sister Yaya, Xiaodong opened the movie on the phone.

At the sight of it, his vision went black, and he nearly fainted.

It was actually a foreign film.

Xiaodong felt that he simply could not cultivate this divine body.

Even the legendary Sunflower Manual said that to practice this art, one must first castrate himself.

This divine body was even harder to cultivate than the Sunflower Manual.

“I know you can control yourself not to look, but don’t control it. You must look,” Sister Yaya said gently, as if she knew what he was thinking.

At that moment, Xiaodong thought even the grunting of sows sounded especially pleasant, let alone Sister Yaya’s voice.

“I... I’m suffering too much...” Xiaodong was burning all over. With a low growl, he tore off the top half of his nightshirt.

Sister Yaya, who had been facing away from him, trembled slightly, but still did not move.

“The more you give, the greater the reward,” she said softly.

Xiaodong was so thirsty it felt like he would die. His eyes were a little blurred as he leaned heavily back against the headboard.

The stimulation was still not enough. Keep watching.

His chest rose and fell violently, and his eyes were red.

Suddenly, Sister Yaya rolled over to face him. Her downcast eyes, carrying a trace of divinity, looked up at him from below. “Do you like it?”

Xiaodong’s face showed an expression of pain, and his whole body trembled.

Sister Yaya’s birdlike, dependent manner seemed to detonate something in his mind, and his body was nearly beyond his control.

If I can still endure this, am I even a man?

No. If I can’t endure even this, then I’m not a man at all.

Xiaodong’s face twisted in pain. His body seemed to be burning.

Don’t touch. Don’t touch. The moment I do, I’m done for.

“Do you want me to watch with you?” Sister Yaya’s voice came again at that moment.

Xiaodong jolted all over and nearly lost control again.

“Do you want it?” Not long after, Sister Yaya spoke once more.

“Aah—”

Xiaodong could not hold back anymore. He flipped over and pressed himself on top of Sister Yaya, his mouth lunging toward hers.

Sister Yaya looked a little panicked and turned her face away, whispering, “Do you really want it?”

Xiaodong only managed to kiss Sister Yaya’s cheek. Hearing her words, he sprang up abruptly and tumbled to the floor beside the bed.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

...

He slammed his fists against the floor, one after another, until his hands were quickly torn and bleeding.

“I... I feel so awful...” Xiaodong’s voice cracked with tears. When the body is locked in self-conflict, that is when suffering is deepest.

If one regards a person as an individual, then no material change in that individual can affect the substance of another.

So pain and joy are both born of the heart.

Xiaodong’s emotions were now in turmoil, his primal instincts locked in battle with the will he had acquired later in life.

When someone loses a relative or a lover, those emotions also clash, and the pain is unbearable.

Suddenly, Xiaodong’s head was gathered up and pulled into a soft, incomparably comforting embrace.