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The Seeker of Lust

(1) Word count: 5236 (I) Hidden Gate Cook "Working hard all day, it's so damn boring! Hidden Gate, what a load of crap, these guys just know how to boss people around." Yi Ying climbed up the mountainside, tired, put the bamboo basket on his back aside, leaned against the big rock behind him and cursed . He picked up a stone and threw it into the clouds. Anyway, no one nearby could hear him. If he didn't vent , he would definitely get sick. More than ten days after arriving in this world, Yi Ying gradually accepted reality. He was a graduate student. He got a car accident on his first drive after getting his driver's license and was inexplicably transported here. He hadn't even had a chance to repay his parents before he was inexplicably here. At first, he was a little depressed, but now he thought that it was good enough . After being transported here, Yi Ying's daily life consisted of carrying water and firewood, going down the mountain to buy things and cook . He was a complete laborer. There was no way around it. Who told him to be a cook now! The only consolation was his current body: nearly 1.9 meters tall, handsome features, strong and well-proportioned muscles, and a bronze complexion—far better than his previous frail physique. Most importantly, the size of his manhood was astonishing, even more robust than the male actors in the Western films he'd seen. "Damn, with that kind of strength, no wonder I'm doing manual labor!" Yi Ying thought narcissistically yet helplessly, patting his biceps. This mountain was called Lingyin Mountain, named after the Hidden Sect's patriarch, Lingyin Jushi, who founded the sect here two years ago. Although Lingyin Jushi possessed extremely high martial arts skills, almost unmatched in his time, his descendants' abilities declined, failing to inherit his true teachings. Since the patriarch's passing years ago, the Hidden Sect had gradually declined, its talent dwindling, with many disciples leaving the mountain to seek other paths, gradually becoming a small sect with few members. Yi Ying leaned against a large rock, still dissatisfied with being transmigrated into this laborer's body. Why couldn't he have been transmigrated into an emperor's body? Even a child would do. He's physically strong, but by adulthood, it's too late to learn martial arts. He could easily bully ordinary people, but against someone skilled in martial arts, he'd be easily beaten, like those so-called "masters" on the mountain. Actually, he had considered leaving the Hidden Sect and making a living down the mountain, but he was unfamiliar . Having a job was already a blessing, and the Hidden Sect paid quite well . Once he saved up some money, he'd go down the mountain to start a business. With his intelligence and modern perspective, becoming rich and powerful wouldn't be far off. The martial world was too far removed from him. Once he was rich, he could marry seven or eight wives and live a comfortable life. Yi Ying fantasized for a while, then, seeing that it was about time and he'd rested enough, he picked up the basket of vegetables beside him, humming a little tune, and headed up the mountain. In the kitchen, Yi Ying chopped firewood, started a fire, and cooked. He was quite skilled at it, thanks to the fact that he had learned to cook while living alone to prepare for his postgraduate entrance exam. Otherwise, he wouldn't have any skills to make a living. The person in his previous body was probably a bit withdrawn and didn't get along well with the other cooks, so they didn't pay much attention to him, which Yi Ying was happy about. After he finished packing the food, a pretty woman with a braided hairstyle appeared at the door. He went up to her, carrying the lunchbox, and said with a smile, "Oh, Xiu'er, so early today. Did you miss your brother?" Xiu'er was a maid to take care of the servants' daily lives. She was quite pretty, and for Yi Ying, Xiu'er was the girl he knew best in the world, so he couldn't help but flirt with her a bit. This advantage of his appearance came in handy. Yi Ying was strong and handsome, and Xiu'er treated him much better than the other cooks. Seeing Yi Ying 's remarks, she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of embarrassment. "Who missed you? It's just that my senior brothers and sisters are hungry from practicing today , so they asked me to hurry up and deliver the food. What are you standing there for? Let's go." The last sentence was addressed to the others. Yi Ying didn't mind and said with a mischievous smile, "Sister Xiu'er, you don't miss me? I've missed you terribly! It's only been a day, and I've gotten a little thinner from missing you. I haven't eaten yet, so you'd better walk slowly." Xiu'er thought, "This guy speaks so rudely, yet he's so handsome. I wonder how he ended up as a cook!" She blushed and didn't reply, turning around to lead the way. Yi Ying watched her swaying little bottom from behind and swallowed hard. Damn, why is he getting more and more thirsty lately? After delivering the food to the sect's canteen, there was nothing more for Yi Ying to do. Although these sect members were of higher status than Yi Ying and his group, they were all people of the martial world, and they treated them fairly politely. The Hidden Sect now has eighty-one members, more than half of whom are men, with only about twenty women—a situation of too many wolves and too few sheep. As he lingered, glancing back at the beautiful women every three steps. Several of the women, seeing the handsome cook, pointed and whispered among themselves. It wasn't that he was narcissistic, but he was certainly one of the most handsome men in the group. One woman shook her head; Yi Ying didn't know what they were saying, but it was probably something about his low social standing. After delivering the food, Yi Ying and the cooks made a simple meal together. After eating, he went to his room , lay on the bed, and lost in thought. Since arriving in this world, compared to his previous life, he seems increasingly restless, thinking about women far too often. He reached under his pillow and pulled out a small booklet, wondering, "Could this be the reason? I used to be a man of few desires, a true gentleman. Although I occasionally watched foreign adult films , I wasn't this thirsty." He wondered where the person in this body had gotten this thing ; it didn't seem like some kind of martial arts manual. Otherwise, why was he still a cook after practicing for so long? He opened the book, looking at the traditional Chinese characters. "Luckily, I'm still a cultured man, otherwise I wouldn't understand these tattered books." According to the text, it was indeed about methods of circulating qi, although he didn't really understand anything about meridians.

However, relying on the habitual instincts developed from training this body, as soon as he concentrated and focused his mind on his dantian, he felt

a warm current flowing down to his lower abdomen

.

Then, his groin stood erect, a pillar reaching for the sky.

"Damn it, could this really be a lewd technique? Every time I practice it, I get hard for several hours." Yi Ying looked at

his groin in surprise and thought. "Anyway, apart from the uncomfortable hardness, there's nothing else wrong with it. On the contrary, my

body feels warm and comfortable, and I sleep very well." In addition, Yi Ying thought that the original person of this body probably also

practiced this broken technique, which is why they grew so strong. After thinking for a while, Yi Ying felt that practicing this qi cultivation technique wouldn't be

a loss, so he focused and continued.

When he opened his eyes again, the sky outside the window was slightly bright, and the moon had not yet disappeared.

Yi Ying stretched Then he felt that his whole body was sticky and emitted a foul smell,

making his clothes wet. He was a modern young man with a slight obsession with cleanliness. This felt like he hadn't showered for over half a month, and he felt

inexplicably uncomfortable. He quickly jumped out of bed, grabbed another set of clean clothes, and ran towards the clear pool in the valley.

With a "plop," only two sets of clothes remained on the large rocks on the bank. Yi Ying,

who had jumped into the waterfall pool, stuck his head out. "Ah, that feels good!" He let out a long sigh. Seeing that

the clear water had changed color, he realized what was happening. "Isn't this

the effect of 'marrow cleansing' often described in cultivation novels? Why didn't I experience this when I practiced it before?" Yi Ying knew this must be the effect of that cultivation

technique . He was puzzled again. Could it really be a cultivation technique? But his body didn't seem

to have changed much, except that he felt a little cleaner. After all, anyone would feel this way after washing off a sticky layer of mud...

"Except here..." Yi Ying looked down at his crotch. He had been running so fast that he hadn't noticed that

this thing had been erect the whole time.

"Holy crap... Is this hyperthyroidism? At this rate, I'll get sick from holding it in! Hmm, it seems

to have gotten a little bigger..." Yi Ying dipped his hand into the water to demonstrate, then nodded. Hmm... it really did seem to have gotten

a little .

"This really is a lewd technique! But shouldn't lewd techniques be accompanied by a significant increase in power or something? At least give me

the mantra for absorbing yin to replenish yang, right? Is that little tattered booklet incomplete? There must be a second volume. No, I have to

go look for it. Why didn't this idiot bring the complete one? He must have died of stupidity."

The original person in this body, who was cursing this body in his mind, silently recited the name of Guanyin Bodhisattva many times, and finally

suppressed .

After getting out of the water, drying himself off, and putting on his clothes,

Yi Ying

felt a slight

change as he felt the morning breeze. For example, he could see distant flowers, trees, and shrubs more clearly now, and even see the dewdrops on the leaves. "Ah

, the world of martial arts is truly wondrous." He wasn't flustered at all. As a modern intellectual who had read countless novels,

he was quick to accept his current situation and even imagined countless possible future scenarios.

Having woken up so early and taken a cold shower, he was wide awake and decided to do some morning exercises. Although he didn't have much

talent for martial arts, it was still good to get some exercise. Yi Ying walked towards the open space for practicing martial arts. As a cook,

he certainly couldn't use the training equipment. Of course, he didn't know how to wield any swords, spears, or staffs. He just wanted

to find an open space to do some morning exercises before having breakfast, much like

the leisurely . The moon had just disappeared; it was probably around 5 a.m. He was quite diligent, considering he used to

get up to study around this time during his senior year of high school.

Lost in thought, Yi Ying walked to the flat ground. He realized he was still too naive. There were already a dozen

or twenty people practicing their morning exercises, though their methods varied, and he couldn't understand

the purpose of any of the movements. Sighing, Yi Ying found a secluded spot and started doing his

own calisthenics. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, two, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..." He chanted the rhythm softly, finally feeling like a student again. "Master Yi!" A voice suddenly called out from not far away. Yi Ying turned his head and was immediately captivated. It was a woman of about eighteen, wearing a pale yellow martial arts robe, her long hair casually tied up, her cheeks still flushed from her morning exercises, bright eyes and white teeth, her figure accentuated by the robe, curvaceous and beautiful. She was smiling at Yi Ying. "You called me?" Yi Ying was a little stunned, as if he didn't recognize the woman. "Yes, good morning, Master Yi. I'm a third-generation resident here, my name is Jiang Xiaoyue." The woman slowly approached, her smile widening, the corners of her mouth forming a crescent moon. "Ah, hello, Yue'er... ah, no, little Jiang , hello." Yi Ying, having lived two lives, truly lacked experience in interacting with girls. The impression of that smile slipped out of his mouth before he quickly corrected himself, his address sounding awkward. "Ahem, Jiang, right? You know me?" The woman seemed particularly pleased to see his embarrassment, unconcerned about his form of address, and chuckled . "Yes, of course I know you! We sisters all love your cooking! By the way, Master Yi, what kind of martial art was that stretching and punching routine you just performed? It looked quite unique!" She then glanced towards . Yi Ying followed her gaze and saw several women gathered around, discussing something. He immediately understood ; these girls were surprised by his calisthenics and had sent a representative to ask. "This set of martial arts is called the second set of broadcast gymnastics. It has a full-body conditioning effect. It's a skill that everyone in my hometown knows, but it's not something you can show off." Yi Ying smiled sheepishly. To be honest, he felt a little inferior to these martial arts practitioners. "I think this set of martial arts is very suitable for martial arts practitioners to build a foundation! Could you please teach me, Master Yi?" Jiang...

Xiaoyue asked sincerely. She hadn't intended to be so direct, but upon hearing Yi Ying say that

everyone , she figured it wasn't some secret technique and that being straightforward was fine.

Yi Ying exclaimed in surprise, "Little Jiang, you're a third-generation disciple, you should have already passed the Foundation Establishment stage

, right? You're probably already at the Microcosm stage? At this level, what use are these rudimentary skills?"

Jiang Xiaoyue replied, "I have indeed just entered the Microcosm stage, which is considered a significant step, but I don't want to learn this

for myself. Master Yi works in the kitchen, so you should know that the sect recently adopted some homeless

orphans from the foot of the mountain. Some of these children have decent aptitude, but they've been wandering and begging since childhood, and their bodies are very weak. Teaching

them the sect's introductory skills directly might be too much for them, so I wanted to find a gentler method.

The gymnastics you just performed, Master Yi, doesn't require high physical fitness and is quite good for training ." " I've been practicing for a while now, and I wanted to learn how to teach those

kids."

Yi Ying slapped his forehead. "That's right, I've also been feeding these orphans lately." Then he thought that teaching

gymnastics might be a bit too much for a young woman. "Xiao Yue, this gymnastics is very simple. Why don't you have

those orphans come and learn from me? That way, it won't interfere with your martial arts practice."

Jiang Xiao Yue was surprised. "Master Yi, how could I accept that? You're always running up and down the mountain

and cooking. You're too busy." She frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "How about this? I'll talk to Master and ask him

to delegate the shopping trips down the mountain to someone else. That way, you can have some free time to help."

Yi Ying thought, "Isn't this a way for me to escape this backbreaking work?" "However, after saying that, he asked hesitantly, "Little Jiang, who is your master? Does he have enough influence?

"

Jiang Xiaoyue covered her mouth and smiled, "My master is Elder Fang. He has influence in the sect.

Don't worry about it. It's a small matter. My master loves me very much and will definitely agree." Yi Ying

was relieved to hear this. Elder Fang's full name was Fang Jin. She was an extremely legendary genius in the sect

. In the now desolate Hidden Sect, she rose to

the position . Most importantly, Fang Jin was only in her thirties and a woman. Of course, the sect's

promotion played a part, but the sect also valued her amazing talent and gave her the preferential treatment of skipping a grade.

How could he be so lucky to be the disciple of such an awesome person! He nodded hurriedly, "Thank you, young lady! I will definitely do

my best to teach those kids well!" He knew in his heart that doing the calisthenics was incredibly bizarre,

probably because of his current physique; few would believe he was born that way. This young lady likely

suspected there was something special about the calisthenics, which was why she came to him. But it didn't matter; being able to improve his life through

calisthenics , even if only temporarily, was fine.

"Also, Miss Jiang, could you please not call me Master Yi? It sounds like

you run a martial arts school. Just call me Brother Yi," Yi Ying added, seemingly unaware of

how embarrassing it was for a third-generation rich kid to call a cook "brother."

Jiang Xiaoyue glanced at him and scolded, "Then don't call me 'Little Jiang Sister' or 'Little Yue Sister' either...

" Her voice trailed off as she lowered her head, her face flushed.

Looking at her shy beauty, Yi Ying couldn't help but feel a surge of lust. He cursed himself inwardly, thinking that perhaps influenced by his lewd

practices, he was even fantasizing about other people's faces. How pathetic! He habitually teased her, saying,

"Alright, alright, Sister Yue'er, I won't call you by those names anymore. I suddenly think you should call me Brother Yi.

Hehe..."

Jiang Xiaoyue had never seen such shamelessness before. She spat and quickly turned away. Yi Ying watched her

retreating figure , thinking that her little bottom swayed back and forth, and it must feel really good to touch.

"Brother Yi, then wait for my notification..." Jiang Xiaoyue only dared to speak loudly when she was far away.

Yi Ying stroked his chin, thinking to himself, who said that women of the martial world are so carefree and generous? They can't even handle this little bit of teasing. How

can they be considered generous

? Little did they know that Jiang Xiaoyue was Fang Jin's disciple. How many men in the sect would dare to tease her? They wouldn't be afraid of

losing their cultivation. This also resulted in Jiang Xiaoyue having little contact with men, having never met such a shameless person. She

could only rely

on Yi Ying 's

audacity.

But who knows what will happen between them in the future? Anyway, Yi Ying didn't think that much about it.

Shaking his head, Yi Ying went straight to the kitchen to gather firewood, after all, he needed to start a fire to cook porridge later. He

hadn't said what needed to be said, and maybe saying it wouldn't make a difference anyway, so he should just focus on his work first.

On his fifteenth day in this world, he didn't feel as stifled as yesterday; aside from being a

little tired, he felt alright.

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