34: Chapter 34 Cultivation of meat and vegetables? Cultivation of plain food?

As the four Airships slowly ascended, this Sect recruitment also came to a close.

A new journey was about to begin.

Xiao Ye stood on the deck, hands propped against the railing, facing the wind with squinted eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth that he couldn't suppress.

He had already begun to look forward to the Sect life he yearned for.

Things he couldn't do when he was young—who would have thought? Heh, even with one foot in the grave, he had actually risen again.

And he stood straighter than anyone.

At the thought of those beautiful young ladies in the Hehuan Sect, his mouth couldn't stop watering.

Of course, that wasn't drool; that was dreams flowing.

Those are all System rewards!

"I must spread the seeds of love throughout the entire Sect," Xiao Ye clenched his fists, his gaze profound as if delivering some life manifesto, "letting them bloom and bear fruit."

Several new Disciples nearby silently moved two steps away, pretending not to know this strange middle-aged man.

Three days later, the Airship passed through a range of mist-shrouded mountains and slowly entered a massive valley.

The scene before him instantly struck Xiao Ye's mind.

It was too beautiful.

The entire valley was a sea of flowers. Red, pink, purple, and white—petals of every color covered the sky and earth, like a Fairy's palette had been overturned.

A gentle breeze blew, petals fluttering down in a profusion of falling blossoms, and the air was filled with a faint, sweet fragrance.

In the distance, pavilions and towers were built along the mountainside, with flying eaves and upturned corners partially hidden among the flowering trees.

A waterfall cascaded down from the mountain peak, its spray refracting seven-colored light under the sun.

Exclamations of wonder rose from the Airship one after another.

"Wow—so beautiful!"

"Is this the Hehuan Sect? It's like a fairyland!"

"Am I here to Cultivate immortality? Why do I feel like I'm here on vacation?"

Xiao Ye was also dazed. He had lived for over sixty years and had seen many sights on Douyin in his previous life, but seeing such a scene with his own eyes still left him stunned.

"My goodness," he murmured to himself, "this place... the scent of hormones is floating in the air. Everywhere could serve as his 'battlefield.'"

He took a deep breath; the floral fragrance was refreshing, making him feel ten years younger.

The Airship slowly landed on a plaza paved with white jade. On both sides of the plaza, older Disciples were already standing to welcome the new Disciples—all female cultivators, wearing uniform light pink dresses, each with a smile as bright as a flower, like peach blossoms in spring.

Xiao Ye's eyes instantly lit up, bright enough to be used as light bulbs.

"Hehuan Sect, here I come." He patted his robes and walked off the Airship with his head held high, his steps full of confidence.

Behind him, a fellow male Disciple whispered, "Why do I feel like this Senior isn't here to Cultivate?"

Another female Disciple rolled her eyes. "Be confident; get rid of 'feel like.'"

Since he was a Guest Elder, he naturally didn't have to squeeze in with the crowd of freshmen.

The Sect sent a female Qi Refining cultivator named Liu Weiwei to guide him, leading him all the way to his residence.

In the Hehuan Sect, those below the seventh level of Qi Refining are Outer Sect Disciples. If they Breakthrough to the seventh level of Qi Refining before the age of forty, they can be promoted to the inner Sect.

Those who haven't broken through to the seventh level of Qi Refining by forty can only be sent back home.

And those who Breakthrough to the seventh level of Foundation Establishment by seventy can be promoted to Outer Sect Elder. As for those who haven't broken through past that age, sorry, the Sect will no longer provide Cultivation resources.

They can only retreat behind the scenes to help the Sect handle chores, or be sent back.

Xiao Ye slowly followed behind, his nose inhaling the fragrant breeze, and his eyes weren't idle either—he was seriously admiring the "shape of the wind."

Curvy, slender waist, and long legs—he silently gave her a score for this figure: nine out of ten, withholding one point for fear she'd get conceited.

He also took a glance using the System—Comprehensive Rating: 81 points.

Holy crap, the beauties of the Hehuan Sect really live up to their reputation! Including those at the mountain gate, he had already seen at least five with scores over eighty on this journey.

Xiao Ye took a deep breath, almost moved to tears.

This place is simply tailor-made for him—a reward-grinding Holy Land!

Upon reaching his residence, it was a small courtyard by the lake with nice scenery, quiet and secluded.

Xiao Ye was about to praise the Sect for their thoughtfulness when Liu Weiwei turned around, preparing to take her leave.

"Fairy, wait!" Xiao Ye called out to her, revealing what he thought was a profound smile. "I have a big treasure—the Ruyi Jingu Bang. Do you want to see it?"

Liu Weiwei paused, turned around, and looked him up and down.

Xiao Ye was delighted—there's a chance!

The next second, Liu Weiwei rolled her eyes, curled her lip, and squeezed out two words from between her teeth: "Old lecher."

After speaking, she flew away without even looking back, leaving behind a puff of fragrance and a look of disdain.

Xiao Ye stood there, completely bewildered.

"???"

How am I a lecher?

What are you acting like a pure maiden for? Isn't this what the Hehuan Sect does?

"Hahahaha—"

A loud laugh came from the neighboring courtyard, interrupting his confusion.

A middle-aged man in grey Daoist robes was leaning over the wall, laughing so hard he almost fell off.

"Fellow Daoist, are you new here?"

Xiao Ye looked up at him. "Yeah. Who are you?"

"Me? I'm the neighbor Old Wang—no, my surname is Wang, name's Wang Defa, the Liaison Elder sent by the Yunlan Sect to the Hehuan Sect." Wang Defa wiped away the tears from laughing. "Fellow Daoist, those words of yours would be fine for a Carnivorous Cultivator, but the one just now was a—Pure Cultivator."

"Carnivorous Cultivator? Pure Cultivator?" Xiao Ye was stunned. "The Hehuan Sect even distinguishes between those?"

Wang Defa hopped over the wall and landed in front of him, patting his robes with the air of an experienced person, and began his explanation: "Of course. The Fairies of the Hehuan Sect are divided into two types—Pure Cultivators and Carnivorous Cultivators."

He held up one finger: "Pure Cultivators are all Disciples with good talent. When they perform Dual Cultivation with a Dao Companion, they only need to align their palms and circulate spiritual energy between each other. Though progress is slow, their Foundation is stable, their combat power is strong, and they can go far. Every one of them is free from worldly desires."

He held up a second finger: "Carnivorous Cultivators are the ones with poor talent. Their Cultivation... is the kind you just mentioned—naked hand-to-hand combat, infinite pleasure. Progress is fast, but the Foundation is unstable, the Realm is hollow, and their combat power is pathetic."

Xiao Ye remained silent for a full three seconds after listening.

Then, three "Holy craps" jumped out of his mouth one after another, each louder than the last.

"Holy crap—Holy crap—Holy crap!!!"

These three "Holy craps" represented all of his current feelings.

The one he just flirted with was a Pure Cultivator? Wasn't that like telling dirty jokes in a nunnery? The more you tell, the dirtier it gets!

Wang Defa looked at his expression and laughed again. "Fellow Daoist, look on the bright side. There are plenty of beautiful Carnivorous Cultivators too. I'll take you to meet a few later."

Xiao Ye took a deep breath and patted Wang Defa's shoulder, his gaze as determined as if he were going to a battlefield: "Old Wang, you are the first friend I've made since coming to the Hehuan Sect. Tonight's treat is on me."

Wang Defa grin: "You're too kind, then I won't refuse. Hehe!"

The two walked out of the courtyard with their arms around each other's shoulders.

Xiao Ye looked back in the direction Liu Weiwei had flown and made a mental note.

A Pure Cultivator, huh?

Just you wait.

His greatest strength was—persuading fallen women to reform, and pulling virtuous women into the water.

That night, under the enthusiastic arrangement of Wang Defa, the Liaison Elder of the Yunlan Sect, Xiao Ye spent only ten Spirit Stones.

He managed to hook up with a Fairy of decent looks and excellent temperament, experiencing firsthand what it meant to be a "Carnivorous Cultivator"!

That sensation was comparable to a full-service experience; every move was lethal. Xiao Ye was so ecstatic he was flying, and the next day, he had to support himself against the wall just to walk out.

The only pity was—this woman's System rating was only 78, failing to reach the reward threshold.

Xiao Ye lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling beam, lost in thought.

Yesterday, he had figured out the ropes from Wang Defa: out of ten top-tier Fairies in the Hehuan Sect, eight were Pure Cultivators, and the remaining two Carnivorous Cultivators were either taken or were the mistresses of various Elders.

Want to win them over? You either use Spirit Stones or Medicinal Pills to make their legs go weak.

"I don't have many Spirit Stones, but I can perform Alchemy." Xiao Ye sat up with a start, his eyes gleaming. "With my perfect Medicinal Pills, would I ever worry about sales?"

He counted on his fingers: the cost of one batch of pills, sold for several times more, then converted into Spirit Stones, then thrown at those Fairies...

"When I become President Xiao," Xiao Ye clenched his fists, his gaze profound, "whether you're a technician or a receptionist, you'll all be on the clock for me!"