The Young Master's Soul Transfer Technique

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At the northern foot of Mount Li, named after Huaqing Pool,

lies the Thousand-Foot Peak of Mount Hua, shrouded in mist and clouds, its towering trees reaching for the sky. A small Taoist temple is nestled in the valley.

Two girls, seemingly maids, sit around a stove, warming themselves. Something seems to be simmering in a ceramic pot on the stove, wafting out fragrant aromas.

"Sister, do you think the young master will marry Sister Yuzhen after he emerges from seclusion?" asked the girl in light blue.

"Hard to say. Didn't the young master go into seclusion because he couldn't stand her? I really don't know what he's thinking. Actually, Sister Yuzhen and the others are just a bit harsh on those stinky men. I say, apart from our young master, there isn't a single good man," replied the girl in moon-white.

It turns out they are both maids of Lin Jingtian, the world's number one martial arts master. Xiaoyu and Xiaoqing. Lin Jingtian adopted them when they were six or seven years old and taught them martial arts; now, their skills would be considered outstanding in the martial arts world. In their eyes, Lin Jingtian was their everything, a father figure to them. Eight years had passed, and they had grown into graceful young women, but in Lin Jingtian's eyes, they were still just two little girls.

The Taoist temple here had been built many years ago, its mottled marks evident in the corridors, wooden pillars, and water-stained walls. Their young master, Lin Jingtian, was in seclusion in one of the secret chambers.

Xiaoyu and the others thought their young master's martial arts were already unparalleled, so why bother practicing some kind of "Soul Transfer Technique"? And this seclusion had lasted a year. They only brought him water and food every few days, or emptied his chamber.

These past few days, they calculated that their young master's year of seclusion was almost over, so the two girls stayed here, specially preparing chicken soup for him to eat after he emerged from seclusion.

A loud "bang" came from Lin Jingtian's secluded chamber. Xiaoyu and Xiaoqing immediately rushed towards the chamber.

Lin Jingtian lay slumped on the prayer mat in the secret room, unconscious. This terrified the two women. Had he suffered a qi deviation? If so, the only one in the world capable of saving him was Chang Yuzhen, the mistress of the "Hundred Flowers Palace." In their eyes, Chang Yuzhen was the young master's woman. Although Lin Jingtian was dissatisfied with the "Hundred Flowers Palace's" actions, and the two had a falling out, she would still intervene at this moment.

Xiao Yu tentatively pressed the young master's pulse. Everything was normal. At least it meant the young master was not in mortal danger. But strangely, there was no flow of energy within him. Had he lost all his power after suffering a qi deviation?

Lin Yucheng groggily awoke from his semi-conscious state. He remembered that he had almost been suffocated to death by the two female "s" he had been tormented by. Although these two women didn't charge him, he knew that if they hadn't been after his parents' vast wealth, they probably wouldn't have treated him so well.

Sigh. I don't know why I'm so pathetic. I've developed a liking for being abused by women. I remember it started with a foot fetish. Later, because I majored in Japanese in college, I spent a lot of time browsing Japanese SM heroine websites, which I found increasingly stimulating. I used my money to hire some young and beautiful college students to be my dominatrix, and Xiaodie was one of them. Her cold and aloof temperament drove Lin Yucheng crazy.

But the only drawback was that she didn't know anything, so he used his connections to find a professional dominatrix, Ajing. Xiaodie became his personal secretary.

It was the weekend. Lin Yucheng drove his Land Rover and took the two women to his villa. They planned to play games all day. The two women would play the dominatrix, and he would be their slave. For this purpose, Lin Yucheng had prepared dog collars, low-temperature candles, dildos, gags, and other props. According to the plan, Lin Yucheng would cook first, while the two women would play games online. Of course, while cooking, Lin Yucheng would be naked, with a dog collar around his neck.

The two women could come to the kitchen to play with him whenever they wanted. Moreover, during meals, Lin Yucheng wasn't allowed to sit with them; he could only crawl under the table like a dog, eating the food the two women had thrown on the floor, or licking their feet. When he licked A-Jing's feet, he got her toes all greasy, resulting in two heavy slaps from her.

After cleaning up the dishes, A-Jing suddenly decided to have Lin Yucheng brush his teeth and wash his face.

She wanted him to perform oral sex on her. It should be said that in SM games, licking the mistress's genitals isn't considered abuse, but rather a reward. He had licked other women many times before, and A-Jing knew he was quite skilled.

A-Jing was actually only twenty-four years old, but she had been a "queen" for three or four years. Lin Yucheng was arguably his most generous client. Since becoming his "queen," he had received over 300,000 yuan in "tribute money" from him. Therefore, before each session, she would declare it was free, purely a friendly exchange. In reality, she knew the truth. As long as Lin Yucheng was happy, giving her a small gift was far better than disciplining other customers.

Lin Yucheng's oral skills were truly excellent; burying his face between her legs, he made her overflow with lustful fluids in just a few minutes. Of course, A-Jing wouldn't let such an opportunity pass. She gritted her teeth and persevered, even grabbing his hair and pressing it against her vulva. Her goal was to experience an orgasm. Lin Yucheng cooperated well. The speed at which he licked her clitoris increased. "Ah. Ah," A-Jing finally ejaculated a stream of vaginal fluid completely into Lin Yucheng's mouth.

Xiao Die, who had been impatient for a long time, pulled on the iron chain tied around Lin Yucheng's neck. Although she was Lin Yucheng's personal secretary, under his coercion and enticement, Xiao Die gradually became deeply involved and enjoyed it immensely. After all, letting him abuse men required almost no effort, and he could still order his boss around. And Lin Yucheng appeared so obedient. Not only did he fulfill her orders without question, but he also obediently offered her large sums of money. Why wouldn't he be happy?

Several times, in Lin Yucheng's office, Xiaodie forced him to satisfy her orally. Later, it escalated to the point that if she was unhappy, Lin Yucheng wouldn't be allowed to drink water; if he was thirsty, he could only drink her urine to quench his thirst.

These days, Xiaodie was pressuring Lin Yucheng to marry her. After all, a private secretary wasn't as secure as Mrs. Lin.

But because Xiaodie's sex drive was exceptionally strong, Lin Yucheng both loved and feared her.

Even the way she performed oral sex on him was different from A Jing's. She wanted Lin Yucheng to lie on the sofa, while Xiaodie covered his face with her already wet vulva. In Xiaodie's words, this way Lin Yucheng could both wholeheartedly serve her and enjoy the pleasure of having his face sat on.

Thus, Lin Yucheng was heavily pressed against Xiaodie's face. Her swollen labia, engorged with blood, almost completely blocked his breathing. To breathe, Lin Yucheng could only lick desperately, hoping Xiaodie would raise her buttocks a little higher, at least enough for him to breathe. Xiaodie, initially somewhat restrained by her strong libido, disregarded Lin Yucheng's feelings as the stimulation between her legs intensified, pressing down relentlessly. She seemed intent on burying Lin Yucheng's tongue and nose into her slit for her own enjoyment. Poor

Lin Yucheng, in his SM stimulation, was suffocating under Xiaodie's buttocks… When Lin Yucheng opened his eyes again, he found two unfamiliar girls in ancient costumes staring intently at him.

Where…where was he? Lin Yucheng looked around. Ancient brick walls, wooden window frames. Perhaps due to age, the paper on the wooden windows was yellowed and brittle. He was half-lying on a dark green stone, with a futon on it. His clothes were strangely tight; he was wearing a gray long robe, and his hair, like a Taoist priest in a TV drama, was adorned with a hairpin. What's going on? Are they filming a period drama? I remember he was pinned under Xiaodie's butt and couldn't even breathe, while that brat was yelling and screaming on top of him. Didn't she know he was uncomfortable? Maybe he spoils her too much. I remember once he didn't buy her a handbag. Xiaodie actually made him lick the soles of her high heels clean in the office after wearing them all day. Those soles were really filthy, and it looked like they had a lot of dirty water from the women's restroom.

"Young master, you're finally awake," said the girl in the moon-white dress.

"Young Master? I'm not some young master. What are you doing? By the way, do you know where Han Xiaodie went?" Even now, he was still thinking about Han Xiaodie who had crushed him.

Could it be that the young master had really gone mad and lost his mind? What was he talking about? Han Xiaodie. Could she be a new woman the young master met? But the young master hadn't come out of seclusion for a whole year!

Lin Yucheng's words left the two women completely confused. But what the young master said next left them even more bewildered.

What "ancient costume drama," "director," "car"? Could it be that the young master was possessed? The more Xiaoyu thought about it, the stranger it seemed.

"Alright. Since you don't know anything, I'll be leaving now." Lin Yucheng said, getting off the rock and preparing to leave.

"I really don't know what your director was planning, putting such a hard, broken rock underneath." Lin Yucheng complained as he walked.

Good heavens! The only piece of "warm jade" in the world had become a broken rock in his mouth. Countless people in the martial arts world have fought tooth and nail for this "Warm Jade." It seems the young master really has a problem. Could it be that he has mastered the "Soul Transfer Technique" and switched places with someone else? But I heard him say that if he mastered it, he could live forever. Why can't I sense any flow of energy from him now?

"Are you really not our young master?" Xiao Yu asked tentatively, unwilling to give up.

"Of course I'm not your young master. My name is Lin Yucheng. My two young ladies, can I leave now?" He thought that these two beautiful women in ancient costumes would let him go. But he didn't realize that he had already transmigrated and possessed the body of Lin Jingtian, the number one martial arts master in the world.

But before he even reached the door, he felt a tightness around his neck, and his whole body seemed to be lifted into the air. Then, the girl in the moon-white dress had already placed one of her small boots on his chest. Lin Yucheng felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. This was even more terrifying than Xiaodie's buttocks.

The girl, who had been all smiles just moments before, now had an increasingly cold expression.

"Speak. Who are you? Why are you possessing our young master's body?" Through this attack, Xiaoyu was certain that although the man before her looked like their young master, he was no longer their young master. Or rather, their young master had been possessed by this guy. Of course, Xiaoyu wouldn't be polite to the one who had made their young master disappear. If Lin Yucheng hadn't been possessing their young master's body, Xiaoyu would have made her wish she were dead.

"Please...please...little miss, lift your foot a little higher." Lin Yucheng was so badly trampled that he couldn't even breathe, and he couldn't even speak.

He said his name was Lin Yucheng. He was the general manager of Zhejiang XX Group. He also said that he had just been playing games with two girls, though he didn't dare say what games they were playing. And then he inexplicably ended up here.

It seemed that their young master really had been possessed. Xiaoyu now wanted to know even more where their young master had gone. Seeing Lin Yucheng still rambling on about his troubles, Xiaoyu angrily kicked several acupoints on his chest, causing him excruciating pain.

"Sister, the young master might really be possessed by this guy," Xiaoyu told the girl in the light blue dress, offering her opinion.

"Then... what should we do?" Xiaoqing was clearly less decisive than Xiaoyu.

"If all else fails, we'll have to take him to the Hundred Flowers Palace and see if Sister Chang has any ideas. If that doesn't work, we'll make this brat a flower slave for life. I won't let him off easily," Xiaoyu said bitterly.

(II)

The "Hundred Flowers Palace" was a highly secretive gang in the martial arts world. It was founded by Yu Xuanji in the early Tang Dynasty. Because she had been abandoned by a man in her childhood and sold into a brothel to suffer all kinds of humiliation, she harbored extreme hatred for men. Since she founded the "Hundred Flowers Palace," she had captured many men and reduced them to "flower slaves," forcing them to work hard in the palace or be humiliated by the palace maids. Chang Yuzhen was already the third Palace Master. The "Hundred Flowers Palace" had always been a covert force under Empress Wu Zetian's control. Two of the four hall masters of the Hundred Flowers Palace were constantly by Empress Wu Zetian's side, protecting her safety.

Lin Jingtian happened to witness the Hundred Flowers Palace being attacked by Tomogu, the top master of the Tantric sect.

Even Chang Yuzhen was no match for him, and nearly half of the Hundred Flowers Palace's experts were wiped out. Lin Jingtian intervened, repelling Tomogu and healing the wounded members of the Hundred Flowers Palace. Chang Yuzhen, moved by his feelings, defied her master's orders and became Lin Jingtian's woman. However, Lin Jingtian naturally could not accept the Hundred Flowers Palace's treatment of its flower slaves.

He gave Chang Yuzhen a choice: either leave with him or Lin Jingtian would return to Thousand Feet Peak. Chang Yuzhen, of course, could not abandon a sect to go with him. This led to Lin Jingtian's year-long seclusion at Thousand Feet Peak. Fortunately, Xiaoyu and Xiaoqing didn't object to the Hundred Flowers Palace's actions and frequently traveled between Thousand-Foot Peak and the Hundred Flowers Palace, keeping Chang Yuzhen informed about Lin Jingtian's situation. They mentioned that the young master would be emerging from seclusion soon, and they would try to persuade him then.

Chang Yuzhen heard from the palace maids that Xiaoyu and Xiaoqing had come to the Hundred Flowers Palace, bringing a "flower slave." She found this very strange. Logically, Lin Jingtian was about to emerge from seclusion; how could they have time to come together? As for the "flower slave," she didn't care. She'd had them before. Whenever she encountered a notorious villain on the road, she would usually cripple their martial arts and send them here to do hard labor.

She saw Xiaoyu carrying a man, walking straight towards the main hall. Strangely, the man's head was covered with cloth by Xiaoyu and Xiaoqing. It was just a flower slave; there was no need to bring him directly to the Hundred Flowers Palace's main hall.

"Yu'er, instead of serving the young master properly at Thousand-Foot Peak, how come you have time to send 'flower slaves' here?"

Xiao Yu threw Lin Yucheng to the ground.

"Sister Yuzhen, something terrible has happened! The young master has been possessed for some reason. His soul is nowhere to be found!" Xiao Yu cried out anxiously.

Hearing Xiao Yu's words, Chang Yuzhen was shocked. She immediately dismissed her subordinates, letting Xiao Yu continue. But the more she listened, the more shocked she became.

Especially after hearing that the man at their feet was the possessed Lin Jingtian, she couldn't sit still any longer. She

pulled back the cotton cloth wrapped around Lin Jingtian's head and neck, and a familiar face came into view. Although unconscious, who else could it be but Lin Jingtian? But Xiao Yu's words were so certain. She checked his breath.

Indeed, he had lost all his martial arts skills. Had the world's number one master just vanished like that?

"Sister Yuzhen, Young Master was possessed because he practiced the 'Soul Transfer Technique.' I wonder if you could help restore his original body?" Xiaoyu asked tentatively.

"Soul Transfer Technique?" Chang Yuzhen silently stood up. Even if she had heard of this technique, what difference would it make? Lin Jingtian was the number one martial arts master in the world. Although he had later shared some techniques with her, the gap between them couldn't be bridged in just six months.

"If all else fails, kill him to avenge Young Master." In Xiaoyu's mind, it was Lin Yucheng who had taken Young Master's life.

"No. Although this creature possessed Young Master's body, it still belongs to him. And this matter must not be spread. Young Master has many enemies; if they know his current situation, they will surely come looking for him."

Although she didn't know how to restore Lin Jingtian, as his former woman, she would never allow anyone to touch his body. If she could restore his power, their six months of friendship would not have been in vain.

Chang Yuzhen suddenly remembered a set of martial arts techniques preserved in the Hundred Flowers Palace called the "Nine Endurance Techniques."

Legend has it that this technique was created by an old enemy of Yu Xuanji. He had been captured and imprisoned in the Hundred Flowers Palace for three years, suffering endless humiliation. He endured unimaginable hardships to create this technique. Later, taking advantage of Yu Xuanji's absence, he rebelled and escaped the Hundred Flowers Palace. If Yu Xuanji hadn't mastered the "Hundred Flowers Divine Skill" to the ninth level, risking injury to capture him again and torture him to death, this technique wouldn't have remained in the palace.

Keep in mind that she herself has only reached the fifth level of the "Hundred Flowers Divine Skill." This means that if this person can master the "Nine Endurance Technique," he might not be inferior to her. However, the "Nine Endurance Technique" is not easy to master. Chang Yuzhen was shocked when she first saw the technique. Those who practice this skill must endure not only immense physical pain but also countless forms of humiliation. Even the moment of mastery is during the "Flower Fertilizer Torture." (The "Fertilizer Torture," also known as the "Excrement Torture," was an extremely cruel punishment in the Hundred Flowers Palace used against its flower slaves. The victim was first bound hand and foot and placed in a low stone mortar. Then, palace maids would take turns urinating and defecating on the mortar, submerging the flower slave up to their neck. For the next three days, the maids would continue to urinate and defecate on their heads; only those who survived three days had a chance to live.

Usually, flower slaves subjected to this torture did not escape death. Only the pervert who had mastered the "Nine Endurance Techniques" survived.) I really don't know if this man possessing the young master's body can endure such suffering. Sigh. Never mind, if he can't master it, let him stay in the Hundred Flowers Palace.

Lin Yucheng, awakened by Chang Yuzhen's words, was so astonished by the white-clad woman who looked like a celestial being that he drooled.

But under Chang Yuzhen's "Soul-Searching Hand" control, Lin Yucheng revealed almost everything he knew. Especially when he mentioned that he actually enjoyed being tortured, Chang Yuzhen laughed uncontrollably. There are actually people in this world who enjoy being insulted and abused by women. Such a despicable person has possessed the young master's body.

"So, since you enjoy being abused by women, making you a flower slave is to please you. However, since you told the truth, I'll give you a chance. If you can withstand three of my moves in three years, you can become my husband; otherwise, prepare to be a flower slave for life." "Flower slave." What does a flower slave do? Lin Yucheng didn't understand this term. However, from the conversation just now, he accepted the reality that he had transmigrated. And he had transmigrated into the body of this so-called number one martial arts master, Lin Jingtian.

He recalled the transmigration stories he had read before. They all either became kings and ministers, or made a fortune in glass and paper. But what about him? Although he had transmigrated into the body of this number one master, he hadn't retained any of the original owner's skills. The only consolation was that he still had two beautiful little lolis by his side, as if this celestial being had once had a relationship with him. But now he's being asked to be a flower slave.

"Alright. You should rest too." Chang Yuzhen raised her hand and struck Lin Yucheng's "sweet spot" with a burst of energy, causing him to immediately fall into a deep sleep.

Then, Chang Yuzhen told the two women her thoughts and hoped they would stay to help "Lin Jingtian" master the "Nine Ninja Techniques."

"Sister Yuzhen, do you want us to treat him like we treat those flower slaves?" "That's right. And after he's practiced for three months, you'll beat him every ten days. Let him suffer some physical pain. Of course, I will also give orders that the women in the palace can only verbally insult him; the physical punishment will be yours. I hope he won't disappoint me too much."

"Okay, Sister Yuzhen, we'll listen to you."

Chang Yuzhen then took out a human skin mask and covered Lin Yucheng's face. In an instant, Lin Yucheng transformed into a man in his thirties, with a weasel-like face and extremely lewd features.

"Well, who can recognize the former number one expert now?" "Sister Yuzhen is really good at this. Even I can't recognize her now." Xiaoqing also said from the side. In fact, the little girl had deep feelings for Lin Jingtian, who raised her and her sister, and she didn't hate me like Xiaoyu did. After all, this body still belonged to the young master!

(III)

When Lin Yucheng woke up, he saw that the two women's eyes were full of contempt. He heard from the white-clothed fairy that the flower slaves had to do something, which was to work with another group of flower slaves. If they did not do well, Xiaoyu and the others could beat and scold them at any time. Wasn't this the "female master and male slave" game that he used to like the most? And being abused by these two top-notch little lolis was also quite nice. Thinking about those transmigrators, which one of them was not doing well? Lin Yucheng really wanted to shout twice, "Tang Dynasty. I, Lin Yucheng, have arrived."

But the reality was much worse than he imagined. Originally, he liked being abused only as a game, and in fact, he was much better than ordinary people in this aspect. Now, when he was led by the two women to the field where the flower slaves were working, he was dumbfounded.

Seven or eight flower slaves were laboriously turning the soil with wooden shovels, their faces pale and sickly, clearly suffering from long-term malnutrition. Not only that, but two strong women stood nearby, occasionally whipping them with leather whips.

Seeing Xiaoyu and Xiaoqing leading Lin Yucheng, a slightly plump woman greeted them with a smile.

"Oh! Miss Yu and Miss Qing, what brings you here with flower slaves today?" "Aunt Huang, these are flower slaves the Palace Master sent us to work for you." Xiaoyu interjected.

"Don't worry, ladies. I can handle him in a couple of days. Even if he was a dragon before, I'll turn him into an obedient dog here." Aunt Huang said casually. "

No need for that. The Palace Master instructed that we sisters will take care of him from now on. For now, he's just working with the other slaves."

Hearing Xiaoyu say this... Aunt Huang was also taken aback. This was unprecedented. Having two of the most skilled maids in the land specifically guard a mere flower slave? Aunt Huang had witnessed the life-or-death battle at the "Hundred Flowers Palace" years ago.

So many palace maids couldn't handle that foreign monk, yet Young Master Lin severely injured him in less than ten moves—what kind of martial arts was that? Xiao Yu and Xiao Qing, as his maids, must also possess terrifyingly high martial arts skills. And this seemingly weasel-faced man was worthy of their guarding; he must have been a top-tier expert before entering the palace.

"In that case, I won't disturb you two ladies any longer. However, according to the rules, newly arrived flower slaves must crawl between the legs of the maids guarding them as a sign of submission. Since you two are guarding him, let him crawl between your legs once."

Actually, this was a rule left behind by Yu Xuanji. Its purpose was to let these arrogant men outside experience the humiliation of being humiliated by women. Of course, almost none of the men who entered were willing to crawl. Naturally, they were met with another beating. Because most of these flower slaves had their martial arts crippled, or even had their "essence-stimulating acupoints" sealed, they could only endure beatings. They were usually beaten half to death before being forced to crawl between her legs again. Of course, some refused to crawl, and these were mostly killed. Now, would this weasel-faced man be willing to crawl?

Was there such a rule? Xiaoyu was taken aback at first, then became nonchalant. Since she was going to torture him anyway, she'd make him crawl between her sisters' legs. In the eyes of the ancients, forcing a man to crawl between a woman's legs would likely make him lose all face for the rest of his life.

"Alright. You can crawl under our sister's skirt, you scoundrel." ("Scoundrel" was a name Chang Yuzhen gave him after hearing Lin Yucheng recount his past misdeeds. However, according to the ancients' understanding, the things he did were indeed quite despicable.)

Xiaoyu said, placing one foot on a bluestone. She was certain Lin Yucheng wouldn't crawl, so she could give him a good beating. Xiaoyu felt no sympathy whatsoever for the creature possessing the young master.

But to everyone's surprise, Lin Yucheng didn't hesitate at all. He quickly stepped forward, crouched down, and crawled under her clothes with an unperturbed expression.

Xiaoyu, who had been planning how to beat him up to vent her anger, felt like she'd punched cotton.

Enraged, she yelled at Xiaoqing, "Qing girl, hurry up and let this bastard crawl in!" Actually, Xiaoqing's thoughts differed from her sister's. She wasn't too happy about torturing Lin Yucheng. After all, although the young master was possessed, the body was still his! Ten years ago, the young master had brought them, the sisters, back to Thousand-Foot Peak and raised them.

In her heart, the young master was like a father. As she grew older, Xiaoqing even considered giving herself to him. This was the only way she and her sister could repay him. But the young master always treated them like little maids. Now, possessed by someone else, Xiaoqing felt a secret joy. Wouldn't this be a way to repay the young master? What did it matter if he had martial arts skills? Anyway, her and her sister's martial arts skills were now quite outstanding. If the young master took them and had a bunch of children, wouldn't that be wonderful? But her sister didn't think so, constantly shouting that she wanted to kill him to avenge the young master. Although Xiaoqing didn't say it, she thought that if Xiaoyu really dared to make a move, she would risk her life to save him. Then they would run away to the ends of the earth together. Later, because she wanted Yuzhen to save him, she came to the Hundred Flowers Palace with her sister. But when she heard Yuzhen say that she needed to learn some "Nine Ninja Techniques," she was both happy and very worried. Could a man with such a resolute personality endure such humiliation?

But because Xiaoqing's personality was always somewhat weak, and she usually yielded to Xiaoyu in everything, she didn't voice her reluctance, even though she was unwilling.

When Lin Yucheng shamelessly crawled under his sister's clothes, Xiaoqing was completely stunned. Did the young master really have to crawl between her legs? When had he become so despicable?

"Xiaoqing, what are you staring at? Hurry up and let him crawl!"

Under Xiaoyu's coercion, Xiaoqing reluctantly spread her legs. Lin Yucheng crawled very quickly, but one of the "flower servants" spat angrily on the ground. She probably looked down on this newcomer.

In truth, what was this humiliation, worse than death, to Lin Yucheng? He would do even more despicable things with such relish. Of course, this was on the premise that the woman who insulted him had to be a beauty; otherwise, he wouldn't have been willing if it were someone like Aunt Huang. However, in everyone's eyes, his actions were utterly despicable, no wonder even the flower slaves looked down on him.

"Alright. Go get your tools from Aunt Huang and get to work. We'll watch from the side. If you slack off, I'll still punish you," Xiaoyu threatened.

A wooden shovel was handed to Lin Yucheng. He began his first day of work as a flower slave. Using such a long wooden shovel to turn the soil—it was truly ingenious of them. After less than an hour, Lin Yucheng was already panting heavily.

Fortunately, the sun set quickly, and the flower slaves finished work and went to their work sheds. But Lin Yucheng was stopped by Xiaoqing.

She told him to stay with the sisters. Lin Yucheng didn't know why, but Xiaoyu explained. It turned out that the flower slaves' dwellings were actually thatched huts. Some straw was haphazardly placed on a yellow earthen bed, and that was their bed. In addition, the mountains are damp, and the earthen bed is almost always wet. Xiaoqing only stopped him from going because she felt sorry for him.

"But I've already made it clear to you. We sisters will sleep in the same bed, but you can only sleep on the footstool at night. And if you try anything improper in the middle of the night, don't blame me for skinning you alive." The room where Xiaoyu and the other two girls lived was considered one of the finest rooms in the Hundred Flowers Palace. The room was not only spacious but also extremely exquisitely decorated. On the carved wooden bed was a footstool that wasn't too narrow. This was the bed that Lin Yucheng would sleep in. Thinking about the two little girls' bare boots that he would wear while sleeping at night, Lin Yucheng couldn't help but let his imagination run wild again.

Soon, a palace maid brought in two trays. On the trays were two or three exquisite stir-fries

and a bowl of soup. The other two dishes contained very strange things. One dish had seven or eight large, white steamed buns, while the other dish had two dark, indistinct things. They

were extremely exquisite. On the carved wooden bed was a footstool that wasn't too narrow. This was the bed Lin Yucheng was to sleep in. Thinking of the two little girls' boots that had been removed by her while she slept that night, Lin Yucheng couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

Soon, a palace maid brought in two trays. On the trays were two or three exquisite stir-fries

and a bowl of soup. The other two dishes contained very strange things. One dish had seven or eight large, white steamed buns, while the other had two dark, indistinct lumps.

"Ladies, the Palace Mistress went to Luoyang this afternoon. She said she would ask you to take good care of this new flower servant. She also said that you could ask for anything you needed." "Sister Yuzhen went to Luoyang? Did she say when she would return?" "We don't know for sure. It seems something big happened there, and the Palace Mistress left in a hurry." The palace maid who brought the dishes finished speaking and withdrew.

(IV)

Hearing their conversation, Lin Yucheng suddenly remembered what he had heard; it seemed he was now in the Tang Dynasty. And Empress Wu Zetian was still alive, or was that empress about to die? After a few years of turmoil, it would be Emperor Xuanzong of Tang's turn, Li Longji. It's a pity he's trapped here now; otherwise, he could have latched onto Li Longji's coattails, making his time-traveling to the Tang Dynasty worthwhile. Everyone else time-travels, why is his fate so bad? He's ended up as a servant to these women.

"Here. This is your food, eat quickly." Xiaoyu pushed the plate of dark, unappetizing stuff towards him.

Lin Yucheng picked it up and realized it was two black cornbread buns. And they were so hard they could be used as bricks! How could he eat this? His heart sank. Little did he know, this was the staple food of the servants. Four a day, not even enough for breakfast, and their drinking water was just the water used to wash dishes in the kitchen. They never had clean water to drink. They

usually drank lake water to quench their thirst. Sometimes the palace maids would even make them drink the water they used to wash their faces and feet. If any of the flower servants drank tea or anything without the maids' permission, they would be dragged to the latrine and forced to drink "Hundred Flower Dew," which was the women's urine.

"How about that? Now you know, right? Here, you can't even get clean water. But if you want some of our sisters' foot-washing water or 'Hundred Flower Dew,' we won't be stingy. Hehe." Xiaoyu said with a grin while eating the delicious food.

What? Not only did they have to eat this rock-hard cornbread, but they weren't even allowed to drink clean water. The flower servants' lives were too miserable. At this moment, Lin Yucheng regretted coming here. Although he had been abused in his previous life, it was just a game. Now, even the food here was so bad, and he had to suffer the humiliation of these two little lolis. This was no fun at all.

"Sister, there's so much food here, we can't finish it all. Let him eat some of our leftovers." Xiaoqing was soft-hearted and pleaded for Lin Yucheng.

"No. Unless he's willing to wash our feet, I won't even consider letting him eat our leftovers." Xiaoyu said this because she was certain that Lin Yucheng would never stoop so low as to wash their feet.

"Fine. I agree to wash your feet. Not just wash your feet, I'll lick them every day." Yes, in SM games, licking the queen's feet is a reward.

"What did you say? You're willing to lick our feet..." Xiaoyu could hardly believe her ears.

This guy was actually so shameless as to lick their stinky feet. It seemed that what Sister Yuzhen forced him to say with her "Soul-Searching Hand" was true. "Fine. Since you're so shameless, I'll grant your wish. Ha..." What could be more satisfying than forcing him to lick her feet every day? Xiaoqing

's face turned pale with anger upon hearing Lin Yucheng's words. He was actually willing to lick their stinky feet; there was probably no man more shameless than him in the entire Hundred Flowers Palace. He had completely disgraced the young master.

Lin Yucheng, ignoring the two women's astonishment, picked up the teacup and took a sip of fragrant tea. Xiaoqing, however, angrily snatched the teacup away.

"If you want water, wait until you've licked our feet," Xiaoqing said, nearly driven mad by Lin Yucheng.

Seeing Wang Qing's rage, Xiaoyu continued to provoke her.

"Do you want to eat the same things as us, and sleep on the wooden bed at night?" "Yes. What else do you want me to do?" Lin Yucheng replied almost without thinking.

"Hehe. As long as you drink a few sips of our 'Hundred Flower Dew,' that's enough. Ha." Drinking "holy water," right? Lin Yucheng was about to agree when Xiaoqing jumped up.

"Listen to me, you scoundrel! If you dare agree to drink 'Hundred Flower Dew' from your sister, believe me, I'll kill you right now!" Xiaoqing was so angry that she stopped calling him "Young Master" and directly addressed him by the despicable name Chang Yuzhen had given him.

Crawling between their legs and licking their feet just to get leftovers—that was her bottom line. If Lin Yucheng was so despicable as to drink their urine, she'd rather kill him right now.

Xiaoqing's shout silenced Lin Yucheng. He knew Xiaoqing was doing it for his own good.

After the two women finished eating, Xiaoyu couldn't wait any longer. She sat on the edge of the bed, took off her little boots, and made Lin Yucheng kneel on the footstool to lick her feet.

Because women in the Tang Dynasty didn't bind their feet, and Xiaoyu practiced martial arts regularly,

her jade-like feet were rosy and delicate, and her toes stretched out to Lin Yucheng's mouth, looking incredibly cute. These small feet, tucked into cloth boots, naturally didn't have the odor of modern leather shoes. Aside from a faint, sour smell of foot sweat, there was almost no foul smell. Lin Yucheng opened his mouth and took one of Xiaoyu's jade-like feet into his mouth, sucking and licking it. Xiaoyu giggled as she did so…

Seeing Lin Yucheng licking his sister's smelly feet with a look of ecstasy on his face, Xiaoqing trembled with anger. She never imagined that this guy possessing the young master's body would be so shameless. Since he was so shameless, Xiaoqing was determined to retaliate. He wanted to lick her feet? She secretly channeled all the sweat and grime from her body throughout the day onto her feet. He wanted to lick? She'd let him lick to his heart's content. At this moment, Xiaoqing felt a sense of exasperation.

Lin Yucheng, licking her feet, was naturally unaware of Xiaoqing's thoughts. Only when the palace maids brought hot water for washing did Xiaoyu tell him to stop.

Finally, it was Xiaoqing's turn. Lin Yucheng saw her ashen face and couldn't help but feel a little afraid.

"Don't you like licking feet? My feet might smell a bit strong later, so you'd better lick them clean for me." Xiaoqing's words clearly showed her utter disappointment in him.

Her feet were still cute, but the smell was much worse than Xiaoyu's. Not only was there a strong smell of sweaty feet, but the soles and between her toes were also covered in grayish-black grime. When he brought his nose close to smell it, it didn't smell like ordinary foot odor, but rather like urine, extremely pungent.

(V)

Lin Yucheng didn't know how Xiaoqing's feet could have so much grime. But in order to get some leftovers and tea, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and lick them.

But as soon as he put them in his mouth, a strong smell of urine, combined with the fishy smell of grime, almost made him vomit. Of

course, he didn't know that at this moment, Xiaoqing's feet not only had sweat and grime, but also the urine in her bladder and some waste from her intestines were now attached to the skin of her feet.林玉成苦着脸，又慢慢的舐了几下。实在忍不住，转头便呕出不少酸水来。

见林玉成如此的举动，小玉先是一愣。随即便明白了。直笑得她差点直不起腰来。原来这法子还是她两年前用过的。一名大汉拦住她们姐妹疯言疯语。小玉岂是好欺侮的。一顿胖揍后，那斯求饶。小玉便用了这个法子。

并说只要能将她脚上的污垢舔净了，便饶他一命。那知那斯只闻了上面的恶臭气味，便吐的不堪了。小玉气得干脆用脚踩破了他的脑袋。

现在林玉成不但闻了，舔了几口。到也不易了。妹妹不是一直同情这斯吗？

管他呢，这样的机会她又怎能放过？

林玉成只觉着脖子上一紧，便被小玉从地上提了起来。并冲着小青的一只赤脚送了过去。 He already felt like vomiting from licking it, and now it was even worse.

"Sister, what are you doing?" Xiaoqing quickly pulled her foot out of Lin Yucheng's mouth.

She only wanted to punish Lin Yucheng. But Xiaoyu's actions embarrassed her. She quickly reached out to snatch me from Xiaoyu's hand. But Xiaoyu had already thrown me out, and Lin Yucheng's head hit the corner of the bed.

Xiaoqing didn't care about snatching him back and rushed forward to support me.

"Wuyu, what exactly do you want? Do you really want to kill him? Don't forget that his body belongs to the young master." Xiaoqing didn't even call me "sister" anymore when she saw Xiaoyu throw me like that.

"If there's no young master, would we exist?"

Seeing that Xiaoqing was really angry, Xiaoyu stopped pressuring me. But she still muttered, "Who told him to be so shameless? Besides, it wasn't me who used my internal energy to force the filth onto my foot."

This was actually directed at Xiaoqing. She didn't say anything. However, Xiaoqing was determined never to let the young master do such humiliating things again. Although he was currently just a flower slave, as long as I didn't degenerate further, neither she nor Xiaoyu could force him anymore. This was her bottom line; otherwise, she would leave the Hundred Flowers Palace with Lin Jingtian tonight.

Xiaoqing actually knew her younger sister quite well. She might be easy to talk to normally, but once she got serious, she wouldn't change her mind. Thinking about her actions these past two days, she realized she had gone a bit too far, so she stopped insisting.

"My good sister. I'll listen to you and won't make things difficult for him anymore. But it was Sister Yuzhen who decided to make him a flower slave, so don't blame me."

"I know that too. He still has to work during the day, but we absolutely can't force him at night. Also, we'll give him whatever we eat; his body is still the young master's." Xiaoyu couldn't persuade her otherwise and had to agree.

I didn't care about any of that; as long as I could eat the same things as them, that was enough.

That night, I slept on the footstool at their feet. Xiaoqing pitied me and even threw me a thin blanket.

Beside my head were the two women's little boots. I slept on the footstool, faintly smelling the "fragrance" emanating from their boots—it was quite pleasant. Perhaps because I was too tired from the day, I unknowingly fell asleep clutching one of Xiaoyu's boots.

But not long after, I felt someone kick me.

It turned out they had discovered me sleeping with one of Xiaoyu's boots in my arms. Xiaoyu laughed uncontrollably, while Xiaoqing, her face ashen, kicked me awake.

"Fine. Since you like the smell of stinky feet so much, I'll let you smell it to your heart's content." Xiaoqing said, then crumpled her cloth sock and shoved it into my mouth. She then pressed several pressure points on my chest with her foot.

Now I could only lean against the foot of the bed like a wooden statue, my mouth stuffed with her cloth sock. To be fair, Xiaoqing's cloth sock wasn't particularly smelly, but how could it be comfortable with so many socks stuffed in my mouth?

"Listen to me, you wretch. You'll sleep like this tonight as punishment. If you continue like this, you'll be sleeping in the workers' shed."

The next morning, Xiaoqing finally released my pressure points. Because I'd had a cloth sock stuffed in my throat all night, I asked for water.

Xiaoqing was angry at my self-degradation. She pointed to the foot-washing water that hadn't been

brought in the night before and said, "If you want water, go ahead and drink it." To my surprise, I actually crawled over and started drinking it down in large gulps. The foot-washing water hadn't been very strong after sitting overnight. Besides, it was still water. My actions crossed her line again, and Xiaoqing furiously pounced on me, grabbing my head and shoving it into the basin.

"I told you to drink! I told you to drink!" The murky foot-washing water kept pouring into my body through my mouth and nose…

"Sister, how can he be so shameless?" But she used a secret telepathic method.

"How would I know? I mean, a scoundrel like him deserves to be tortured. Didn't you hear what he said to Sister Yuzhen? Calling the Hundred Flower Dew 'holy water,' and even calling a woman's excrement 'gold.' What else could he be but a scoundrel? Xiaoyu's words revealed how despicable I was in my past life.

" "Yes. How can a man be like him? But if we really treat him like that, he's still occupying the young master's body after all," Xiaoqing said helplessly.

"If it weren't for this reason, I wouldn't have agreed to let him sleep in the same room as us. I think from now on, we shouldn't feel sorry for him. Isn't he just being a jerk? Let's just torment him. Your method last night was pretty good. If he's being a jerk again tonight, I'll gag him instead. Hehe."

"Sigh. I really don't know where our young master went, he brought out such a jerk." Xiaoqing sighed.

Back at the place where the flower slaves were working. Aunt Huang greeted us obsequiously. She naturally didn't give me a nice look, throwing me a wooden shovel and telling me to continue turning the soil. Because they were unhappy with my actions yesterday, the flower slaves were also avoiding me. They arranged for me to work on a patch of unturned yellow earth. After working for less than two hours, I was exhausted.

"This is really inhuman. Why don't you get a shovel or a 'curved plow'?" I didn't care what they would do to me, and simply sat down on the ground to rest.

Before Aunt Huang's whip could strike me, a woman in a light blue dress stopped me.

"I know what a shovel is, but what is a 'curved-shaft plow'?" The woman's skin was a bit dark, but she was extremely beautiful.

"Oh. This is a flower servant recently brought by Miss Yu and Miss Qing, talking nonsense. Miss Qin, don't listen to him, I think he just wants to slack off."

This Miss Qin Feng was known as the "Female Zhuge Liang" in the Hundred Flowers Palace, and she knew Xiao Qing and Xiao Yu. However, she didn't know that I was the original Lin Jingtian.

"Do you know how to make a curved-shaft plow?" Actually, in the early Tang Dynasty, there was only a "straight-shaft plow," and this thing was passed down from the Han Dynasty. Qin Feng naturally knew about straight-shaft plows, but she had never heard of curved-shaft plows before.

"Of course I know, I can even draw it for you." Seeing that someone was interested in what I said, I was more than happy to oblige.

As I spoke, I found a twig and started drawing on the ground. I also told her that those were the plowshare and the plowshare, and that was the plowshare and the plow plate. I also explained the key points of operating this plow. This time, Qin Feng was truly surprised.

"If I give you a craftsman, can you make a curved plow?" Qin Feng asked earnestly. Knowing her nickname was "Female Zhuge Liang," she was naturally interested in such items.

"Of course. I can also make waterwheels and rice-planting machines." My history was quite good back then; at least I still remembered these patterns.

"Good. If you can make a curved plow, I'll suggest to the Palace Master that you become a first-class flower slave. You won't have to do these backbreaking jobs anymore." Second-class flower slaves were few and far between in the palace; the entire Hundred Flowers Palace was divided into four classes. Those working in the fields were third-class flower slaves, while fourth-class were in a much worse state, usually used as sex toys or chamber pots for the palace maids, and generally didn't live long. Second-class flower slaves were generally responsible for money, food, tools, and so on. Of course, there was also a first-class one, appointed by Chang Yuzhen after Lin Jingtian left—in other words, her "male concubine." Qin Feng immediately recommended a second-class one for him, showing how much she valued the curved plow.

"Sister Qin, is this curved plow really that important?" Xiaoyu, of course, had no idea what a curved plow was.

"Of course. If we follow his advice, the speed of turning the soil in the fields can be increased by 40%." Qin Feng spoke very seriously.

"Him? Can he even do it?" It's no wonder Xiaoyu was suspicious. The original Lin Jingtian was the best in the world at martial arts, but he knew absolutely nothing about farming. As for me, the guy who possessed the young master's body, apart from my unforgettable lowly appearance, there was really nothing about me that she found appealing.

Little brat. It seems they won't change their opinion of me until I make the curved plow.

So, Qin Feng arranged a private room for me. I ate the same food as them, and all I had to do was draw diagrams of various farming tools.

Xiaoqing and Xiaoyu also wanted to see how I made the curved plow, and Qin Feng had come several times. With my knowledge accumulated over thousands of years, I naturally left this "female strategist" completely bewildered. And she became increasingly respectful towards me.

Xiaoyu seemed to disapprove of Qin Feng's closeness to me and revealed many of my shameful secrets. These included my fondness for smelling women's stinky feet and my drinking of "Hundred Flower Dew." Unexpectedly, Qin Feng didn't take it seriously at all, saying it wouldn't matter if I smelled them, as

long as I could make all the items mentioned. It turned out Qin Feng was simply joking.

I diligently spent ten days with the craftsmen and finally completed the curved plow, which even the craftsmen praised highly upon seeing it. Xiaoyu was truly dumbfounded. Then

I had Qin Feng order the other flower servants to cut bamboo from the mountain stream and begin arranging the waterwheel's frame. Just after it was completed, I heard from the palace maids that the Empress had returned.

(VI)

It turned out that Empress Wu Zetian was truly seriously ill and might not recover, but she had miraculously survived these past few days. Chang Yuzhen returned. Upon returning to the palace, she heard about my situation and became increasingly curious. She had heard two completely different versions of me from Qin Feng and Xiaoyu. Qin Feng didn't seem to care at all about turning me into a second-class concubine. She already had a first-class concubine by her side—her "male favorite."

This was actually Lin Jingtian's fault; he turned Chang Yuzhen into a woman, yet he wasn't by her side, instead choosing to go into seclusion. This male favorite, named Chen Sheng, was a scholar who was accidentally chosen by Chang Yuzhen. He was castrated and brought into the palace; his main function was to please her with his tongue. If I also possessed some erotic skills, she wouldn't have bothered to give me this position.

Seeing Chang Yuzhen again, I still looked like a lecherous man. This wasn't a woman; she was clearly a fairy! I've seen many movie stars, but I'd never seen such a stunning beauty as Chang Yuzhen. The original Lin Jingtian must have hit his head on a door, otherwise, why would he go into seclusion with such a beauty? But I also have to thank him; this beauty is now mine, and according to the trajectory of time travelers, this woman will surely be mine. Thinking of this, my mouth watered.

"I heard you made the curved plow and waterwheel that even our female Zhuge Liang admires." Was that voice simply heavenly?

"These are things a lowly person should do." I didn't dare to be too presumptuous in front of the fairy sister, even though my saliva had already soaked my front.

"Very good. I also agree with the female Zhuge Liang's suggestion, but making you a second-class flower slave is really too much of a waste of your talent. How about making you a first-class flower slave?" Palace Mistress Yuzhen said with a smile.

"No matter what the Palace Mistress asks me to do, I will go through fire and water without hesitation." After saying that, I simply knelt down shamelessly.

"Ha... but do you know what a first-class flower slave does on a daily basis?" I didn't dare to say a word.

Chang Yuzhen waved for Qin Feng and Xiao Yu to leave. Then she lifted the cover of the soft couch she was sitting on. A bald man raised his head from underneath. He looked extremely flustered.

"This is the first-class flower servant who serves me daily. What he does is serve me with his mouth under my clothes. Are you willing to do this too?"

Serving with his mouth, isn't that just using his mouth to do *that* to the fairy sister? I agreed without thinking.

"Xiaoyu and the others say you're cheap, and it's true." In ancient times, how many men would be willing to live between a woman's legs all day? Even this Chen Sheng only submitted under her coercion.

"But do you know the price to pay for his position? This boy was sent here after being castrated. Are you willing to do that too?" Actually, she did this to prevent Lin Jingtian from causing trouble.

Castration? I was stunned. I would be a hundred times willing to serve the fairy sister with my mouth, but once castrated, my life would probably be over. I've never heard of a time traveler who could thrive after being castrated.

"Well? Can you do that too? Ha..." Chang Yuzhen said, lightly stepping her jade foot on the head of the man beneath her.

"If the Palace Master insists on my castration, I'll accept it," I said through gritted teeth, despite my utter unwillingness.

"Ha..." A heavenly laugh rang out again. "Actually, I was just joking with you. After all, your body still belongs to Young Master Lin. Besides, I made a three-year promise with you."

"I will not go back on my word." "You should have said so earlier! You scared my heart so much!

" "Alright. You should go and finish your waterwheel work. Starting tomorrow, I will teach you the method of breathing exercises. If you don't do your best, I will not let you off easily." Chang Yuzhen said this with great seriousness.

I really couldn't bear to let it go like this. I could listen to this heavenly music for as long as I wanted. Should I take a gamble? Actually, I had heard a lot about the Hundred Flowers Palace and the current Empress. If I remember correctly, the Empress was going to die in 1930.

And now it was that year. I would take a gamble and see if I could get out of the current predicament.

"Palace Master, although I have only been here for a short time, I have heard some things about the current Emperor. I observed the celestial phenomena last night and the current Emperor will surely die this year."

These words were like a thunderbolt to Chang Yuzhen. You must know that the news of Empress Wu Zetian's imminent death was directly related to the life and death of the Hundred Flowers Palace.

"Ugh," I felt as if I were flying through the air. Then I found myself on a soft couch, with the Jade Palace Mistress's jade leg pressing down on me so hard I could hardly breathe.

"Tell me. How did you find out about this? Was it that girl Qin Feng who said it?" "Well, that's what the history books say. 'Observing the celestial phenomena at night, it's all my Hu Zhou.'" Although the Jade Palace Mistress's jade leg was very fragrant and smooth, pressing down on me like that was still unbearable. I could only tell the truth.

"So you really are from the future." Hearing my detailed account, the Jade Palace Mistress relaxed her pressure on me.

"Then which prince ascended the throne afterward?"

"After the Empress died, it seems that Emperor Ruizong Li Dan ascended the throne, but he didn't last long. Two years later, it was Li Longji." (This is different from history; historically, Li Longji became emperor five years later.) "What? It was that Prince of Linzi." Clearly, the Jade Palace Mistress also knew about Li Longji.

"Do you dare to take responsibility for what you said?"

"I dare to bet my life on this with the Palace Mistress." Anyway, I'm going all in.

"How do you want to bet?"

"If it's not as I said, the palace can do whatever it wants with me. If Prince Xiang Da Bao is born in two years, I will be the Palace Mistress's husband." After saying that, I closed my eyes, pretending to wait for death, afraid that she

would react. "You've got quite the nerve. Fine. I'll take your bet. But I have to add a condition. After you finish working on the waterwheel, come and replace me, this lowly flower slave. Of course, I don't need you to be castrated, but you'll just have to do whatever he does afterward. Otherwise, I'll castrate you. Ha..." I didn't expect that my plan would backfire like this.

"Palace Mistress. This lowly slave will serve you to the death. You can't abandon me!" Unexpectedly, the flower slave under the soft couch cried out after hearing our words.

"You have no right to speak here. From now on, you'll be solely responsible for serving my harem." Serving the harem meant being used as toilet paper after Mistress Yuzhen defecated. I was actually a little envious of him.

Chen Sheng seemed to want to say something, but Yuzhen's dress covered his head.

I never imagined things would develop like this. To be honest, as long as I wasn't castrated, I'd be more than happy to serve the fairy sister with my tongue.

"So, do you still dare to make this bet?" Chang Yuzhen looked up at me, her appearance indescribably alluring.

"Of course I will!" I hardened my heart. It's just being her personal flower slave for two years, right? As long as Li Longji becomes emperor, I'll be your husband.

Seeing how certain I was, she believed me a bit more. Actually, she was just angry at my toad-like ambition to eat swan meat. Although my body was still Lin Jingtian's, I had now become a man without the strength to even kill a chicken. Originally, she wanted me to practice the "Nine Endurance Techniques," meaning she wanted me to at least be as skilled as her.

But she never expected me to dare use it to blackmail her. Actually, the Hundred Flowers Palace had already made arrangements regarding the successor. They supported Emperor Zhongzong, Li Xian. If what I said was true, then all the arrangements would have to start over. She was also familiar with Prince Linzi, Li Longji; one of the hall masters of the Hundred Flowers Palace, Peony, had a private relationship with him. However, she hadn't thought he would ascend the throne before, so she hadn't paid much attention.

"Then you can go now. Come to my palace at noon tomorrow to teach you breathing techniques." When I came out, I realized my clothes were completely soaked at the back.

Then Chang Yuzhen called Xiaoyu and Xiaoqing in. I didn't know what they said; I just buried myself in my waterwheel.

The next day at noon, I finally saw the Fairy Sister again. And Xiaoyu and Xiaoqing were there too.

"Take off your clothes first; I'll have Yu'er and the others guide you." Taking off clothes? I did it incredibly quickly. My physique isn't exactly muscular, but it's fairly well-proportioned.

"This is the Hundred Flower Dew that Sister Yuzhen prepared for you. If you want to practice the Nine Endurance Techniques, you must drink the Hundred Flower Dew every day. Hehe." So, to practice the Nine Endurance Techniques, drinking the Hundred Flower Dew is indeed necessary. In the past, those who mastered this skill were forced to drink Yu Xuanji's urine every day. Sometimes other palace maids would follow suit. Now, Chang Yuzhen and the others are only letting me drink it once a day, which is already a great favor. According to Chang Yuzhen's thinking, she drinks hers when she's in the palace, but if she's not, I'll have to drink Xiaoyu's and the others' every day. Actually, practicing this skill doesn't necessarily require drinking urine; those who mastered it in the past simply had to endure humiliations that ordinary people couldn't bear. But the ancients were so persistent.

They believed the Hundred Flower Dew was the key to practicing this skill. And before I mastered this skill, it seems the daily stench of urine is enough for me to endure.

It turns out that yesterday, Chang Yuzhen called the two women in to show them the Nine Endurance Techniques. The two women were utterly dumbfounded. They never imagined such a vile cultivation method existed in the world. If the Nine Endurance Technique could be mastered, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it the most extraordinary skill in the world. The Nine Endurance Technique

is divided into nine levels. The first four levels, besides cultivating internal energy, involve enduring all kinds of humiliation. Drinking urine daily is nothing compared to the beatings, verbal abuse, and hard labor. The man's body is almost constantly covered in wounds. Moreover, according to Yu Xuanji's records, once, for stealing a leftover steamed bun from a palace maid, he was forced to lick that maid's anus for ten days. Basically, he was subjected to humiliation, and the more vicious the treatment, the better. However, they overlooked one crucial point: the creator of this technique had his power destroyed when he was captured and taken to the Hundred Flowers Palace. Naturally, he needed a long time to accumulate power, while I, having never practiced, was like a blank sheet of paper. If they simply transferred their power to me and practiced according to the instructions, I would naturally be much faster than the creator. Unfortunately, they didn't understand this principle. Chang Yuzhen and Xiaoqing were worried about whether I could endure this suffering, but Xiaoyu was already overjoyed. Not only could I drink her Hundred Flower Dew, but I would also have to eat her Hundred Flower Soup (excrement)—how wonderful!

Thinking it was the fairy sister's holy water, I didn't hesitate to drink the bowl of urine in one gulp. To be fair, the urine smell wasn't strong; it even had a hint of the fairy sister's fragrance.

"You brat, is Sister Yuzhen's Hundred Flower Dew delicious?" Xiaoyu asked mischievously.

"Delicious, delicious," I replied almost without thinking.

Chang Yuzhen was already shaking with laughter, while Xiaoqing grabbed one of Chang Yuzhen's embroidered shoes that had fallen off the bed and threw it at my face. I could only endure it with a bitter expression. They were

quite meticulous in guiding the two women. I also experienced martial arts for the first time. All my acupoints tingled and swelled, and two hot, burning currents of energy converged from my chest and back towards my lower abdomen. Large beads of sweat streamed down my head and body, soaking my trousers at my waist. Just as I was feeling unbearably hot, Chang Yuzhen struck my forehead with a burst of energy from her fingers, and I fainted.

When I awoke, I found myself lying on the fairy sister's soft couch. My clothes had been changed.

"You're awake, my little rascal? I never imagined you had a Transparent Body. The two maids' guiding techniques made you gain Qi so quickly. If I hadn't knocked you unconscious with my energy, you probably would have exploded and died." I didn't know what a Transparent Body was, but it was true that my whole body felt light and airy.

"Palace Master, can I still practice that Nine Ninja Technique?" Actually, I desperately wanted to avoid it. Although I didn't yet know I'd suffer so much humiliation, just drinking urine every day was enough to make me miserable.

"Of course you can. And you might be a match for me in three moves in less than three years." Clearly, he still hoped I could quickly master the Nine Ninja Technique.

Sigh. So that's how it is. Looks like I'll still have to drink urine every day. The stench of urine in my mouth hasn't dissipated…

[The End]

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