The Female Cultivator In The World of Men

"....", I almost lost 10 years of my life!!

Le Fangling was startled to the point of almost jumping from where she was.

She would have done it, if not for the timely warning from the system.

As soon as the voice behind her spoke, the system tab glowed up immediately and analyzed the intruder.

<A presence has been detected behind host!>

[Species- Human

Gender- Male

Name- ?????

Realm-?????

Rank-?????

Level difference between the Host and Intruder- Infinitely big

Conclusion- Do not anger the intruder!

-Do not start a fight!]

Although there were things she wanted to ask the system, like what the question mark was and why was there gender differentiation, she decided to leave it for later.

For now, she had to deal with the uninvited guest, in a way that did not seem offensive to whoever it was.

"There is nothing troubling me", Le Fangling turned around and came face to face with a seemingly young face with sharp and well defined features.

'A god damn hunk' She thought as soon as she saw him but she really did not care about his looks which looked even more ridiculous with the smirk on his face.

'Do not anger him, Lil girl.' Le Fang ling reminded herself and smiled.

"I would have been much finer if you hadn't jumped out of nowhere." Le Fangling smiled politely, her turquoise eyes looking crystal clear to the extent of reflecting the sun rays that fell on her face.

"Still, thank you for your concern." She smiled at him squinting her plum blossomed shaped eyes in to a crescent moon shape.

The young cultivatior boy was speechless for a while looking at the glistening jade white skin of the girl which looked soft and squishy like a fresh tofu which looked enchanting combined with her delicate and ripe pink lips.

Her face, shone with brightness when the sun warm and soft light escaping through the leaves off the tall autumn trees, fell on it.

'Is she what they call, a jade white beauty?' He thought for a while admiring the scene before him to fullest.

He only came back to his senses when he reliazed the sarcasm in her answer.

"Ahemm..." He quickly turned around to avoid looking at her, lest he get seduced by those looks.

'Why does a Le family girl looks this pure and beautiful?' He cursed in his heart for being blinded by her beauty for a minute there.

However, this one minute was more than enough for Le Fangling to consult the system.

'Hey, what's the deal with this guy?' Le Fangling asked immediately. She had to at least know what she was in for currently.

< He is a young cultivator from the Eternal Blossom Sect in the north.>

<I tried to analyze his current psychological state by measuring the status of his body.> The system answered her as soon as possible.

'What's the conclusion?' Le Fangling asked in her head.

The system spoke in its mechanical voice without any delay,

<Host, his heart beat increased as soon as he saw you.>

<His breathing is also getting rapidly intense.>

<And most importantly, his blood flow all went to lower abdomen.>

"Meaning?" Le Fangling was anxious about anything that might happen which might be out of her control.

<Host, He is currently caught between getting angry at you and getting turned on by you.>

"..."

"..."

Nani the fuck?! Le fang ling almost coughed out a mouthful of blood, her eyes almost leaving her socket due to the magnitude of the surprise.

Forget about his identity as a cultivator, he was a straight up horny teenager.

And here she was, wrecking her brain, trying to think how not to anger a young and hot blooded cultivator.

As for the trigger which resulted in this...

<Host, you are stark naked like a new born baby at the moment.> The system reminded Le Fangling who was sitting laxly on the lush green floor which was carpeted by soft and fresh weeds and grasses.

"Right..." Le Fangling recalled she was in middle of searching her dress when she was interrupted by this boy.

"You !!" The young cultivator raised his voice at her.

"Err..sir..before anything, shouldn't you take care of that?" Le Fangling pointed at his energetic area under his stomach which was sticking out like sore thumbs.

"Y-Y-You...." Stuttering, The flushing and blushing boy was about to say something more when they were interrupted by an elderly voice.

"Stop this nonsense quibbling." Grandmaster Lan appeared before them landing at least a meter away from them.

"Master!!" An Lin wiped off all the expression on his face and greeted him while his roaring dragon went down to sleep again.

"So you are here Le Fangling!" The grandmaster nodded his head confirming her identity.

He glanced at Le Fangling before turning away quickly.

"An Lin, hand her the robes."

"Yes, Master!" An Lin replied respectfully and took out a clean and folded set of light green robes from inside his spatial rings.

"Here.." He threw the clothes at her and pointed at his dress.

" I am inner court disciple at the Sect, In other words, your senior." He had a smug look in his face.

" I am An Lin, Call me senior An Lin from now on."

"Junior sister Le Fangling.." He added in the end, his intention unknown.

"Go back to the Le Mansion and inform young master Le about our departure." The grandmaster spoke in an apathetic voice which was neither hurried nor slowed.

He gave off an amiable aura, his presence alone was unapproachable.

"We won't be needing to rest anymore since we have found her." Grandmaster Lan was not familiar with the atmosphere here so he found his training not that beneficial.

He wanted to leave as soon as possible after fulfilling his objective.

"Yes Master." An Lin bowed down.

He jumped up a meter above the ground in air effortlessly and elegantly gripping the sword with one hand while the other made some kind of sign.

Le Fangling looked with awed look at An Lin who was hovering up in the sky. Noticing the admiring look of Le Fangling, An Lin gave a smug look which seemed to be saying..

'Watch and drool, loser….'

Le Fangling looked at him silently. Even though what he did was amazing if he was an asshole then the whole thing lost its charm and magnificence.

Right before their eyes An Lin mounted the blue sword he was holding which glistened like the infinite ocean in the sunlight.

It all happened in a few moment but it looked like a beautiful scene out of a movie that was played in a slow motion.

Le Fangling watched the boy fly away until he was out of her sight.

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"Where is the maid?" Laoling barged into the torture chamber kicking open the iron entrance which produced a loud sound startling the guards on duty.

'Why is he here?' They had a bad premonition in their hearts but no one dared to speak out anything for the fear of their life.

"Where is she?" He carried a leather whip in his hand and a crazy and murderous glint in his eyes. He was shaking furiously and searching for a place to vent his anger and humiliation on.

"Young Master Le!" The guards bowed down as they greeted him. He directly went and caught the guard by his neck. String at him with his mad eyes he asked her again.

"Where is that wretched slut?" He addressed the maid indecently.

"Y-Young Master…she has already been punished per your order." The guard beside hurriedly came forward and informed.

"50 whippings on the back. She is currently being detained in one of the chamber."

"Arghhhh…." The guard who answered him cried out grabbing his throat, the choker burning red.

"Did I ask you?" He raised his eyebrows widening his eyes. "Did I ?"

"N-No ma-ster….I w-was w-wrong.." He apologized wriggling on the ground. "P-Please you-oung Master make it stop." The man gasped and begged using all of the strength he had.

"Humph….You people make me sick." Laoling pushed the guard he was grabbing and wiped his hands in a white embroidered handkerchief.

Throwing it in on the floor he looked at them in disgust.

"Clean it up."

The torture chamber really did not betray its name. Located in the basement of the mansion it was dark even during the daytime. There were flame stands on the either sides, orange-yellow flame burning.

Laoling silently observed the four sub rooms until he noticed a thin figure hiding in the corner of the room in the farthest corner of the chamber.

"Found you." A nasty smile spread on his fat face.

Taking one step at a time he moved towards the room. The thin figure that was covering her mouth to stop herself from preventing a sound to leak started to shake violently.

"So, this wench is here." He smacked the whip in the air producing a crisp sound.

"Heekk.." The maid hiccupped; her eyes open wide in fear. She did not want to go through the pain once again. Her back was aching and the clothes were wet and heavy with the blood.

"So you are alive…nice.." Laoling was a man who practiced martial arts after all so he had good and improved sensory organs. His voice echoed throughout the empty chamber silencing even the flames that continued burning silently.

The maid curled up in the corner sobbing silently while her heart beat like the battle drums.

Dun

Dun

Dun

It was about to escape from her heart. She was just a maid, a servant girl who made a mistake because she did not know the rules.

"I have already been punished so please go away.." She mumbled quivering in the corner.

"But my share of disciplining is still left." Lao ling spoke once again pushing the girl further down the abyss of despair.

"Don't worry, I will make sure I am not bored." He had a wicked gaze.

'Please go away…please don't find me…go away…' The maid pleaded in her heart but contrary to her wishes the gates of the room she was detained in opened with a creaking sound.

"Oh my my....look what we have here." Laoling chuckled slightly but his face had dreadful look, his eyes brutal and tyrant. "A pissing dog!" He scrunched his nose at the acidic smell in the air.

"A dirty bitch after all." He snickered.

"EEkkkk.." The maid could not stop herself from crying out shrilly. She was frightened to the point where she didn't even realize she had done something as shameful as wetting herself. The pain and humiliation combined she wanted to dig a hole to bury herself but….

'Smack..'

The air resounded with a crisp sound of whip once again followed by a groan of pain.

"Now, shall we play?"