Chapter 187 Male Concubines
Two years later.
Haotian Sect is the sect to which Han Wei belongs.
As the number one sect in the Cloud Star Realm, and the only one with two Nascent Soul stage cultivators, the Haotian Sect naturally has higher requirements for accepting disciples than other sects. People with pseudo-spiritual roots would absolutely never be accepted into the Haotian Sect, but there is an exception this year.
A pseudo-spiritual root became a nominal disciple of the Haotian Sect.
The pseudo-spiritual root disciple was able to enter the Haotian Sect not because he used connections, but because he was simply too handsome. His good looks led the sect's elders to make things easy for him. As the sect leader's daughter and a Nascent Soul cultivator, Han Wei wouldn't interfere in matters like recruiting disciples.
However, for the first time ever, Han Wei summoned the pseudo-spiritual root disciple by name on the very first day he entered the Haotian Sect.
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Lu Qingheng followed a female disciple forward, passing through a landscape of vibrant flowers and lush greenery. They eventually arrived at the entrance of a palace. The female disciple stopped and said to Lu Qingheng, "Junior Nephew Lu, you'll have to walk on your own from here; the young master is inside."
The Foundation Establishment stage female disciple spoke gently to Lu Qingheng, her gaze fixed on his face as she spoke. She admired Lu Qingheng's beautiful appearance and demeanor, yet lamented that he possessed only a pseudo-spiritual root. A pseudo-spiritual root meant that one could only reach the Qi Refining stage on the path of cultivation, and after a hundred years, he would turn into withered bones like any other mortal.
"Thank you very much, Uncle Li!" Lu Qingheng said politely.
Uncle Li smiled and flew away on his sword.
Lu Qingheng stepped into the magnificent palace, filled with doubt. He couldn't understand how someone as insignificant as himself could be summoned by a Nascent Soul cultivator as soon as he entered the sect, especially since the other party was the young master of the Haotian Sect.
The palace floor seemed to reflect Lu Qingheng's image like a mirror. He stepped into the main hall and looked around before seeing a girl sitting in front of a mica screen.
The girl was dressed in a pale yellow gauze dress, with a white shawl draped over her arm. Her beauty was breathtaking, her emerald eyes brighter than the stars in the sky, her skin as white as snow, and her eyebrows like crescent moons. Who else could she be but the fairy he had been longing for day and night?
Lu Qingheng was stunned. She... she was Han Wei, the young master of the Haotian Sect, the most renowned genius in the Yunxing Realm, a prodigy who had formed a Nascent Soul in less than thirty years. Ever since Han Wei burned his painting two years ago, he had been heartbroken for a long time.
Although he knew Han Wei disliked him, he still longed to see her again. So he traveled far and wide, searching for traces of immortals, and finally received guidance to become a disciple of the Haotian Sect. In the past two years, he had learned a lot about the cultivation world, and thus had heard of Han Wei's name.
He never expected that Han Wei was the fairy he had been longing for.
Lu Qingheng was excited to see Han Wei, but also felt disappointed because of the huge difference in their social status.
Lu Qingheng's heart pounded wildly, but he managed to conceal his embarrassment and bowed to Han Wei, saying, "Disciple Lu Qingheng greets Young Master!"
Han Wei looked at him. The last time she saw him, he was seventeen. Now, two years had passed, and he was nineteen. Nineteen-year-old Lu Qingheng was much taller than he had been two years ago. His appearance had also shed the immaturity of a boy, making him appear more mature, steady, refined, and elegant, with a dignified and distant demeanor.
He stood before her, dressed in white, as elegant as a jade tree. Han Wei looked at him, her gaze lingering with longing, yet her heart was filled with agitation.
"A pseudo-spiritual root can only achieve Foundation Establishment through a miracle. Why aren't you living your life as a prince or nobleman? What are you doing at the Haotian Sect? Go back; cultivation is not for you," Han Wei said calmly, holding a cup of tea.
Although he had long known he possessed a pseudo-spiritual root, and many had sighed for him, hearing Han Wei say this still caused Lu Qingheng a sharp pain in his heart. He looked at Han Wei, his heart aching, yet he said with neither humility nor arrogance:
"I know I am dull-witted, but my mind is made up. I hope that you will give me a chance to stay in the Haotian Sect."
Han Wei looked at him coldly, thinking to herself, "This bastard is just trying to make me unhappy. Why did you choose Haotian Sect when there are so many sects in the world?"
She looked at him, unable to bring herself to tell him to get out of the Haotian Sect, and finally just coldly said, "Whatever!"
Lu Qingheng was afraid she would send him away, so he felt a surge of joy when he heard that she hadn't. He cupped his hands in thanks and said, "Thank you, Young Master!"
"Get out! Don't get in my way," Han Wei said coldly.
Lu Qingheng bowed and withdrew from the main hall.
Ever since Lu Qingheng came to Haotian Sect, Han Wei's temper has become increasingly irritable.
Her parents are currently in seclusion, cultivating their spiritual power, and Han Wei is in charge of all affairs within the sect. She used to be easygoing, but since Lu Qingheng arrived, she's thrown several tantrums, leaving everyone below trembling with fear. They wonder what's wrong with their young master.
Although Lu Qingheng had a pseudo-spiritual root, he was extremely popular. While there were male disciples who were jealous of him and disliked him, there were even more female disciples who protected him! So he got a very easy job: looking after the spirit herb garden.
Lu Qingheng knew he had a pseudo-spiritual root, so he cultivated very hard from the day he entered the sect. But even so, his cultivation speed was much slower than that of the other disciples who had entered the sect. Days passed by, and a year went by in the blink of an eye.
A year later, Lu Qingheng stood in front of Han Wei again.
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Inside the main hall, Lu Qingheng stood in the center, while Han Wei sat before a jade table. A beaded curtain hung low, and the fragrance of sandalwood wafted from a corner.
"Lu Qingheng, you're amazing. You've only been a disciple for less than a year, and the female disciples of the sect have already fought three times for you. This time, even the Enforcement Elder is involved. The ancients said that beautiful women bring trouble, but I think it's more accurate to say that handsome men bring trouble," Han Wei said coldly.
"Young Master, this disciple did not intentionally cause trouble," Lu Qingheng said sadly. He had no intention of provoking anyone, but someone had insisted on provoking him. Things had escalated to this point, even alarming Han Wei; this was truly not what he wanted.
"You've been cultivating for a year and you're still only at the first level of Qi Refining. I told you, you won't achieve anything in your cultivation. Keeping you in my Haotian Sect will only cause discord among the disciples. Tell me, what should I do with you?" Han Wei held a fan in her hand, on which roses were painted.
"This disciple is willing to accept the punishment, and only hopes to remain in the sect," Lu Qingheng said respectfully, his head bowed.
Han Wei stood up and walked up to Lu Qingheng. She played with the fan in her hand and looked at his handsome face: "I'll give you two choices: one, get out of Haotian Sect; two, become my male concubine."
Lu Qingheng suddenly looked up, staring at Han Wei in disbelief.
Male concubine?
She actually wanted to be her gigolo.
He admired Han Wei, but he was an extremely proud man. How could someone as proud as him be willing to be someone's gigolo? He wouldn't even be willing to be with Han Wei.
Han Wei gently lifted his smooth chin with the fan in her hand, her tone flippant: "Indeed, a stunning beauty..."
Lu Qingheng was annoyed and took a step back.
Han Wei snorted and said unhappily, "Which one do you choose?"
Lu Qingheng looked directly at her, his voice hard: "I choose one."
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