1: Chapter 1 This fairy is strange

[Minors keep out, veterans welcome. This is a harem novel, just enjoy the ride! If you don't like it, come at me!]

[Every Fairy has a specific pursuit process, guaranteed to satisfy all you veterans!!!]

The Ancient Desolate Continent is vast and boundless.

Immortal cultivation Sects are as numerous as trees in a forest; the strong soar through the heavens and tunnel through the earth, while the weak struggle to survive like ants.

The Xuanyang Sect is one of the four major cultivation Schools in the Cangxuan Empire of the Dongxuan Domain.

It commands one hundred and eight mountain peaks where Spiritual Qi swirls in mists, and immortal cranes occasionally dance by, leaving behind clear, resonant cries.

Outer Sect, Miscellaneous Chores Peak.

Miscellaneous Chores Peak is shrouded in a layer of gray mist year-round, and the Spiritual Qi is so thin it is almost non-existent.

Halfway up the mountain, a solitary stone house was built against the slope. A mottled wooden sign hung on the door, with three faded characters written on it: "Waste Pill Room."

It was late autumn, and a cold wind swept withered leaves across the open space in front of the stone house.

Creak—

The heavy wooden door was pushed open, and a figure dressed in gray utility robes emerged, dragging a wooden chest half as tall as a person, moving step by painstaking step.

The youth was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a high-bridged nose, though his face bore a weariness that did not match his age.

The youth's name was Baili Yunche. He was eighteen years old and a Utility Disciple at the lowest level of the Xuanyang Sect, specifically tasked with disposing of discarded Medicinal Pills from the Waste Pill Room.

"The forty-ninth chest..."

He counted in a low voice, dragging the wooden chest to the incinerator and prying open the lid with an iron hook.

The chest was filled with various discarded Medicinal Pills; some were charred black like coal, while others emitted a pungent odor.

These were the products of failed Alchemy within the Sect, containing violent Impurities. If a Cultivator consumed them, their Meridians would be damaged at best, or they would suffer Qi Deviation at worst. They had to be cleaned and incinerated regularly.

Baili Yunche skillfully poured the waste pills into the furnace and performed a hand seal.

Although it was only the most basic "Fire-Igniting Incantation," it still consumed nearly half of his Spiritual Qi.

The furnace fire ignited with a "boom," and blue-red flames engulfed the Medicinal Pills, making soft cracking sounds.

Watching the leaping flames, a flicker of complex emotion passed through Baili Yunche's eyes.

"It's been ten years..."

He murmured softly, leaning against the furnace to rest, his gaze drifting toward the mist-shrouded peaks of the Inner Sect in the distance.

Pavilions and towers were faintly visible there, and occasionally, sword light would pierce the sky—those were Foundation Establishment Cultivators flying on their swords.

"When others transmigrate, they either have a System, an old man to guide them, or at the very least, a small green bottle..."

Baili Yunche gave a bitter laugh. "And me? Ten years after transmigrating, I'm still a servant handling waste pills. I've really disgraced the name of transmigrators!"

In his past life, he was an engineering graduate student. At the age of twenty-five, he successfully graduated from a top-three university and joined a listed company, living a 996 life.

Though it was hard, he had parents who loved him and a well-behaved younger sister who had just started college.

He thought his life would continue smoothly like that, but unexpectedly, during a business trip, a strange bolt of lightning struck the plane he was on.

When he opened his eyes again, he had transmigrated into this cultivation world as an infant in swaddling clothes.

When he first arrived, he was incredibly excited.

This was a true Xianxia world!

Eternal life and roaming freely on a Flying Sword—how many men dreamed of this.

He rubbed his hands together, ready to achieve great things.

However, reality dealt him a heavy blow.

At the age of seven, his parents sent him to the Xuanyang Sect to participate in the Immortal Ascension Assembly to test his Spiritual Root.

He pressed both hands onto the Spirit-Testing Tablet, and the inscriptions only lit up with a faint, chaotic, and dim five-colored light.

"Ninth-grade Five Elements Miscellaneous Spiritual Root, a Born Waste Body, Aptitude: lower-lower... lower grade," the testing Elder announced expressionlessly.

A ninth-grade waste Spiritual Root! A Born Waste Body!

This was the lowest level of Aptitude in the cultivation world. His efficiency in absorbing Spiritual Qi was less than one-tenth of a normal person's, and it would be difficult for him to break through to the Late Stage of Qi Refining in his entire life.

From then on, he was relegated to Miscellaneous Chores Peak, doing the hardest and most tiring work while receiving the meagerest cultivation resources.

After ten years of bitter Cultivate, relying on his mindset as a STEM student from his previous life, he repeatedly deduced and optimized the basic Cultivation Technique, yet he only barely reached the third layer of Qi Refining.

"I might be the most pathetic transmigrator out there, right?"

"After eighteen years of struggling, I'm still only at the third layer of Qi Refining!"

Baili Yunche laughed self-deprecatingly.

He looked up at the sky, his gaze seemingly piercing through the clouds to see another world.

"Dad, Mom, Sis... are you all doing okay?"

"I'm in another world... still alive. Don't worry."

Thinking of his parents' loving faces and his sister's sweet smile, Baili Yunche's eyes grew warm.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his surging emotions, and continued working.

He had to process a large number of waste pills every day; if he wasn't timely, he would face trouble from the supervisor.

*Swoosh—*

Just then, a sharp sound of something piercing the air suddenly came from the horizon.

Baili Yunche looked up abruptly to see a brilliant purple sword light racing from the southeast. It was as fast as a meteor, trailing a long tail of light in the sky.

"Sword flight!"

He exclaimed in surprise, his eyes full of envy.

Controlling a sword with Qi, roaming the world, visiting the North Sea in the morning and Mount Cangwu in the evening.

This was the cultivation life he dreamed of!

Sword flight—this was a Divine Ability that only Foundation Establishment Cultivators could Revered Master!

Qi Refinement Stage Cultivators could only glide briefly using Lightness Techniques. Only after Foundation Establishment, when spiritual power undergoes a qualitative change, could they command a Flying Sword to soar through the Nine Heavens.

He was currently only at the third layer of Qi Refining, with seven whole minor Realms between him and Foundation Establishment. To him, every Realm was like an insurmountable chasm.

"If only I could..."

As soon as the thought arose, Baili Yunche shook his head self-deprecatingly.

Eighteen years of bitter Cultivate and countless days and nights of meditation only resulted in a meager cultivation at the third layer of Qi Refining.

Among the Outer Sect Disciples of the same period, those with slightly better Aptitude had already broken through to the Late Stage of Qi Refining, and some had even touched the threshold of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Yet he was still a servant in the Waste Pill Room.

The sword light was originally flying in a straight line, but as it approached Miscellaneous Chores Peak, it suddenly began to wobble, its trajectory becoming erratic.

Baili Yunche squinted his eyes and could faintly see a slender figure within the sword light.

The sword light got lower and lower, its direction unpredictable.

"Holy crap! It's coming right at me!"

He was startled and instinctively wanted to dodge, but the sword light was too fast. In the blink of an eye, it had descended onto the open ground in front of the Waste Pill Room.

*Boom!*

The sword light hit the ground, kicking up a circle of dust.

The light dissipated, revealing the figure of a woman.

Baili Yunche looked closely, and his breath caught in his throat.

Wow! Just wow!

It was a young woman dressed in a purple Flowing Celestial Dress, looking to be no more than twenty years old.

The dress was made of an unknown material that shimmered faintly in the sunlight. The hem was boldly slit up to the base of her thigh, revealing large patches of snowy-white, delicate skin as she swayed unsteadily.

Her appearance was even more stunning.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, her eyes like autumn waters rippling with waves. Her nose was delicate and upturned, and her vermilion lips were red without any makeup.

At this moment, her cheeks were flushed with a faint red, fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead, and a few strands of black hair stuck to her cheeks, adding a touch of fragile beauty.

Most striking of all was her figure!

With a curvaceous body and incredible lines, the purple dress was filled out in breathtaking arcs.

Stunning! Truly stunning!

Even though Baili Yunche had seen countless internet celebrities and stars in his previous life, he was still shocked by this woman's face and aura.

This was not just beauty of the skin, but an ethereal, immortal grace born of the world's spiritual essence, far beyond what any Mortal woman could compare to.

Right now, because the woman in purple was panting heavily, her chest rose and fell like waves, making Baili Yunche feel a bit dizzy.

A truly top-tier Fairy!

"So beautiful... so white... so moist... so big!"

These four words involuntarily popped into his mind.

But in the next second, Baili Yunche suddenly snapped to alertness, forcibly averted his gaze, and pretended to be busy organizing the wooden chests.

"Do I have a death wish?!"

This is a Foundation Establishment Junior Martial Uncle who can fly on a sword!

In the Xuanyang Sect, the hierarchy is strict.

In the eyes of Inner Sect Disciples, Utility Disciples are no different from ants.

He clearly remembered that three years ago, a Utility Disciple was found the next day with his eyes gouged out, his cultivation stripped, and thrown out of the Sect gates just because he stared a bit too much and showed an infatuated expression when an Inner Sect Senior Sister passed by.

The reason?

Desecrating a Sect Fairy.

From then on, all Utility Disciples learned one thing: when it comes to Inner Sect Disciples, especially female ones, see no evil and speak no evil.

Baili Yunche's heart pounded wildly as he tried to make himself look like just a small, hardworking servant.

Observing from the corner of his eye, he noticed that this purple-clad Fairy's condition was clearly wrong.

She was unsteady on her feet, barely able to stand by leaning on her sword with one hand while the other clutched her chest tightly, her breathing frighteningly rapid.

Her face, originally as cold as snow, was now as red as a ripe apple, and her eyes were blurred and unfocused, completely losing the dignified aura a Foundation Establishment Cultivator should have.

"Damn this hehuan powder! Damn you, Liu Ruyan! I will never forgive you..."

The purple-clad woman whispered through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with suppressed rage.

Her name was Xu Yuehuan, one of the two Saintesses of the Xuanyang Sect. She had a Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer cultivation and was only one step away from the Golden Core.

The other Saintess of equal fame, Liu Ruyan, was originally her close friend.

Three days ago, Liu Ruyan invited her to the Mist Canyon to gather Gold-Stamen Flowers, and she happily went along.

Who would have thought that during a break, the spiritual tea Liu Ruyan handed over would be laced with the notorious poison of the cultivation world—yin-yang hehuan powder!

This poison has no antidote. The victim will be consumed by lust and lose all reason. Unless they engage in intercourse, their Meridians will inevitably reverse, and their cultivation will be completely destroyed!

Xu Yuehuan, shocked and enraged, immediately flew back to the Sect at full speed, hoping to ask her Revered Master to forcibly suppress the toxin with Nascent Soul cultivation.

But she underestimated the toxicity of the hehuan powder. By the time she flew to Miscellaneous Chores Peak, she was at the end of her rope, her spiritual power in chaos, and she could barely maintain her sword flight.

"Detoxify... I must detoxify quickly..."

Her vision blurred as she scanned her surroundings, finally settling on the youth busy working with his head down in front of the Waste Pill Room.

Utility Disciple, third layer of Qi Refining, young, male.

A flash of struggle passed through Xu Yuehuan's eyes.

She was a high-and-mighty Saintess, pure as ice and clean as jade, having guarded her chastity for twenty years. How could she submit herself to a lowly servant?

But the heat surging within her body grew stronger wave by wave, and her reason was being devoured bit by bit.

She felt her limbs go weak, and her vision began to double...

"Forget it... it's better than having my cultivation destroyed and becoming a Mortal..."

A sorrowful, bitter smile brushed across her lips.

In the next moment, a look of determination flashed in her eyes, and she stumbled toward Baili Yunche.

Baili Yunche heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

He didn't dare look up and could only speed up his movements, pretending not to notice anyone approaching.

"Junior Martial Uncle, this Disciple is processing waste pills. This place is filthy and might offend your Dharma Eye..."

He said respectfully with his head bowed.

[To see how the Fairy and the protagonist explore the secrets of the body, stay tuned for the next chapter! Please don't let the chapters pile up, brothers, the author will starve to death!]

[Don't ask why the protagonist's name has four characters; it's because I wanted to pad the word count by one more character. Hehehe.]

[Realm Divisions: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Soul Transformation, Void Refining, Body Integration, Mahayana, Undergoing Tribulation, Ascension. Simple and easy to understand, no gimmicks.]