Villain Seduces to Rise in Status

”Let’s return now, shall we? Or... should I train?” Cale mused, considering the void around him. ”Hmm, let’s not waste this time dilation.”

He moved outside the pagoda, floating freely above the pristine landscape.

”Oh right, those wings... let’s test them out for the rest of the time.”

His massive wings unfurled behind him, one radiant white, one obsidian black—catching the ethereal light of this mindscape.

For the next two days, which was a mere two hours in the external world—Cale dedicated himself entirely to mastering flight.

The initial attempts were... let’s just say pathetic. His new body was too unfamiliar, the weight distribution foreign, the connection between thoughts and wing movement was shitty too.

He was at fault too, considering he tried to perform movie like stunts while being new to these wings. Thank gods he could float in this space!

He plummeted like a stone more times than he cared to count, catching himself at the last possible moment.

But he persisted.

Again and again, he launched himself into the void, learning to feel the air currents, understanding how to angle his wings for maximum efficiency.

By the end of the first day, hovering had become second nature.

Complex aerial maneuvers became possible—barrel rolls, knife-edge turns, vertical climbs. His long white hair streamed behind him like living silk as he carved intricate patterns through the fog.

Getting accustomed to this divine form was its own achievement.

Every muscle was filled with a new, unfamiliar power. His senses operated on scales higher than before, since Yin was cold in nature, anything related to any form of water was easily sensed. The sheer potency contained within this body demanded complete recalibration.

On the final day, he turned his focus toward Silvester’s technique.

Watching the godly being forge his inheritance had quite altered his comprehension. He realized this was literally similar to his Myriad Battle Flow, a technique that adapted and evolved with every new combat art it encountered.

What if he approached Silvester’s method from that same adaptive perspective?

’If I treat it like Myriad Battle Flow, understanding how it shifts and changes... yes, that could work.’

The breakthrough became even more possible when he recognized the ocean surrounding the mindscape was his own personal energy reserve.

More crucially, this realm didn’t differentiate between qi and mana—it perceived all energies as unified phenomena. Using this mixed energy became the key to unlocking Silvester’s technique.

With his natural comprehension talent tripled and along with the soul body’s comprehension, only a few hours were enough.

He achieved the ability to forcibly merge disparate energies, synthesizing them into something crude. It barely constituted one percent of his ultimate goal, but progress was there, whatever works... works, right?

He named it Origin Essence. Although he wanted to call it something from the Novels he had read, but what if people learn to use this in future, how would the look at him. Can’t lose the somewhat dignity he had.

Origin essence, It wasn’t qi, wasn’t mana. Wasn’t spiritual energy, soul power, or any recognized form of cultivation fuel.

It was a forced mixture, a violent combination of every energy type ’fucking each other’, simultaneously at that, was how Cale described it.

He could sense, however vaguely, that all forms of power shared an identical fundamental origin: an unseen essence capable of transformation into whatever energy his cultivation required. It was like DNA, though he never learnt biology.

As long as another energy source existed nearby, he could potentially refine it into Origin Essence, then reconstruct it into any form his current cultivation demanded. Even simple heat from the sun could be cultivated, how cool was that.

His Demonic Yin Soul Refining Body was the only thing that made this possible.

Few Master Stage cultivators possessed frames capable of handling such fusion without failure. Most would simply explode, their physical forms shattered by the internal chaos. The mindspace amplified this possibility, allowing his two bodies to practice simultaneously, each learning from the other’s attempts.

Amusingly, he’d stolen the concept from Naruto’s shadow clone jutsu. Except he could only maintain one soul body currently but would have more in future.

So well, of course. Like he said before - Whatever works, works!.

By the final day’s end, he’d upgraded Silvester’s technique by an entire level.

”Alright... Fuhhh... Oh, she’s going to break my bones when I get out.”

He finally exited the mindscape, consciousness snapping back into his physical form.

Opening his eyes, Cale couldn’t breathe...

His face was buried between two of the holiest cushions of the world.

Yes, Rexa’s tits! Her arms locked around his head with iron grip, her hands pressed against the back of his skull. He tried pulling back. The grip only tightened, holding him captive against her soft, warm flesh.

’Sigh, what a way to wake up... sniff’

He made a decision most men wouldn’t regret. His hands slipped beneath her loose top, damn, there were no undergarment to stop them—and slowly found those big breasts. He squeezed deliberately, savoring the sensation, his face already buried in her cleavage. Why not enjoy it properly? That was the way of dao!

A muffled moan escaped her lips.

Her eyes flew open instantly. For a single heartbeat, they simply stared at each other. Then her entire face crumpled, tears streaming down without warning.

”Ugh... Young... Young Master!... Sob...”

”Stop crying now, you idiot. I’m not dead,” Cale said, withdrawing his hands and brushing her tears away with surprising care. ”I’m right here, enjoying myself too.”

He began explaining what had transpired—carefully omitting the crazy parts. He told her instead about his breakthrough with Silvester’s technique, how his comprehension of Yin cultivation had advanced dramatically, why his hair had turned white as a consequence of the outburst.

She questioned why his hair had transformed, even suspecting he’d burned his lifespan to survive the experience.

Though she doubted such things were truly possible, she believed him because he said it.

They slept holding each other for hours afterward, both needing respite from the emotional turbulence.

The next day, Cale committed himself entirely to pill refinement.

His first project will be a simple Qi Gathering Pill. Rexa had gone out gathering materials, leaving him with tons of resources to experiment with.

Failure held no real cost, he could fail dozens of times without consequences.

’Though the backlash will still be unpleasant.’

A Qi Gathering Pill was simplest by design, like a small battery of energy capable of providing minor cultivation boosts during combat.

It required only common, low-grade spiritual herbs: 10-year-old Spirit Grass or Morning Dew Petals, both everywhere out there throughout the wild.

He’d already performed basic refinements since arriving at the academy, but there was a crucial difference between working with a cauldron and refining substances inside your own body. Now, that did sound weird, but it is what it is.

The pill needed no volcanic fire or internal core flames. Simple charcoal furnaces or basic earth fire sufficed to melt the herbs. But he can’t use those things for his body right. Although there were many ways to ’put’ them in his body...

Cale would use the Black Flames from his core cultivation technique.

He’d specifically chosen this pill because high-level refinement needed precision. A single moment of distraction meant boom, you’re fucked! And this was his body we’re talking about, not even a furnace which could be replaced.

But Qi Gathering Pills possessed wide margins for error. Mistakes simply produced useless black sludge rather than blasting his body off.

”Let’s get started then, heh.”

The first step was deceptively simple, remind himself that he was now a cauldron capable of refining substances within his own body.

With that thought centered, he closed his eyes and settled into lotus position.

His left hand rested in his lap while his right hovered slightly above, Origin Essence spiraling between his palms in a perfect, rotating sphere. The energy moved with slight violent movement, coalescing into a compact ball of mixed power.

This was the foundation, stabilizing the outer walls of his imaginary cauldron, preparing the vessel for the transformation to come.