Chương 148: Hard work

Sages are strong, similar to tactical weapons on Pef's world. Basically, they are an arsenal of dangerous energy which can reshape a battlefield and eliminate all lower realms with impunity. Formations and poisons can mitigate that, but only for a while. In the end, a Sage needs another Sage to counter it. And despite having a good and solid base with the millions of disciples, the Million Flowers Valley had too few Sages. To be fair, it didn't take 20 years to raise a new Sage, but thousands of years or even more.

In theory, a cultivator didn't need rare meridians or a Sacred Body to become a Sage. In practice, it was the same, but very rare to achieve that. Out of all the Sages in the Million Flowers, all but one had either one or two rare meridians, and arguably even the last one still had the Yin meridian, which wasn't rare, but still not a regular cultivator body.

That was the exact reason why I selected 500 Nascent Souls among the recruits of Autumn Leaves to become my star clusters, and why the current recruitment was going hard looking for rare meridians or at least the Yin meridian for the Million Flowers. There was a huge advantage for cultivation, not only in cultivation speed, but in being closer to the Dao, and thus encountering fewer bottlenecks by gaining Dao insights.

The Yin meridian was also the main advantage of the cultivator women in this world, since men lacked a corresponding Yang meridian, to everyone's peace of mind. As bad as things were now on this world, it would have been a million times worse if millions of men had a Yang meridian which drained Yin energy by proximity or intent. All that said, having 33 naked Sages in my room was quite a challenge.

I took my time and explored each of them slowly and carefully, while Violet watched and made tea to replenish my fluids. My Yin-Yang Formation wouldn't work on so many women, having a hard limit at 19, just like pills and talismans. Something embedded in the fabric of reality, perhaps. Pef had a memory about this, related to similar flowers and Buddhism, specifically the Future Buddha called Maitreya, who was depicted holding a 19 bead rosary in one hand, or a lotus and a water urn.

I already knew about the lotus, but the 19 bead rosary? Was it a metaphor for the myriad worlds, parallel to our own? Something else, or probably something more? No matter, I will discover the truth eventually. I still had a long road ahead, but I already walked the easy steps. Now, it took exactly 33 Sages and their purities to gain another Sage level, and thus ended the last easy step on the stairway to Heaven.

Mostly for my amusement and pleasure, I kept White Orchid's mouth deep on my dick, making her moan and gasp as my dick felt perfect.

"These Sage Flowers will need to return every day for a milk dose, and extra Sword training." I declared while choking the Sage on my dick, not that she seemed to mind at all. Violet just nodded, sensing a deeper truth in my words. She wasn't a Great Sage for nothing, and one I knew for sure will become a Dao King. Her Sacred Body was like a glove meant for my dick, and possibly the reverse. My milkman body was possibly granted as a means to an immoral end.

Feeling a bit merciful, I released my milk and filled the White Orchid's mouth, then slapped her rosy face with my dick a few times.

"You need to train 100 times harder, small tits. Having only the Yin meridian makes you the weakest and slowest among the Sages, and barely any better than a male Sage without a special meridian." I advised the slapped Sage, who nodded and licked my dick for some reason. Spending 20 milk doses on each Sage barely left me with anything for my dear maids and wives, but needs must.

I returned to my courtyard to take my new maids Zumi and Ayin for a spin, and by luck and happenstance Ayin actually received enough Dao insight to become a new Saint, but Zumi did not. It didn't matter, she will ascend soon enough, but the woman was devastated and cried her eyes out. I rested in my bath tub, and had Zumi suck my tired balls, while my dick flapped and slapped her red face.

"The Dao of Yin and Yang is about love, not just sex, Zumi. You have the Three-Yin meridian and are blessed by the Heavens, but you must also listen in your heart. Tomorrow you will join me as I work my way through the Sages and the Saint Kings, and perhaps gain more Dao insight that way." I told my sobbing maid, who nodded with a determined face. Saint Kings were as rare as Sages, and for a good reason. Becoming a King gave you a bit of authority over the world, what was generally called a Domain.

For Saint Kings it wasn't much, and even Sages barely had a proper Domain at all, but it was indeed a big upgrade to a regular Saint. If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it. Small cultivation clans like Guan or Huang didn't have a single Saint King, not to mention they lacked Tier 6 weapons and knowledge. It was a sad truth, but cultivation resources were rare, expensive and hard to keep even if you did find them.

This reminded me, so I shifted the lapis lazuli lotus into my small Dao Grotto, where it could grow in relative safety. I didn't have the massive inner energy boost of a Dao King yet, but a Sage's inner world was much better than lingering inside a Yang ring. Plus, my new inner Avatar had something else to do, beside practicing the Sword and fixing the Three-Yang technique.

The four apparent flaws had to be transformed into hidden moves, to surprise and confuse an enemy, while the fifth unintentional flaw had to be worked out, and made intentional. It was a good idea in hindsight, as the floating lotus helped too, pulsing with golden Dao light dots and guiding my Avatar, almost like it knew our lives were connected now, and me dying in combat wouldn't save it either. Did I copy and shameless abuse Tian's methods for Sword training? Of course, I did!

There was a reason his flower was now with me, with all its memories and insights. Yes, Tian's flower carried some karma too, some good like the ties with his women, and some bad, like strong enemies which will have to be killed for what they did. But this wasn't a timed quest, just something to do if and when I became strong enough. A little Sage planning to take revenge on a dozen Quasi-Emperors was a bit absurd, and even a dozen Dao Kings may fail in taking down a single Quasi-Emperor.

And will certainly fail unless they were all Swordmasters and well-trained in tactics and working as a group. Not that I had a dozen Dao Kings anyway. The three Elders of the Million Flowers could stand up to a single Dao King Swordmaster like that Golden Sword, and might win if Snowdrop also joined, but it would be a hard fight. Sword idiots may not have much training in Formations or talismans, but they didn't need to. A strong Sword could cut through illusions, Formations, puppets and anything else.

I woke up with Zumi sucking my dick like a proper milk maid, and Violet preparing tea and breakfast, spirit rice and a divine-smelling egg omelet. I have learned fast not to ask what kind of eggs there were. It didn't matter anyway, since beasts of all kinds used eggs to reproduce, even beasts that should not be born from eggs, like monkeys and tigers. I ate my great food, and said thanks to Violet, then fed Zumi her morning milk too.

Everything was perfect, why ruin my day with questions about what's inside the food. There was barely 1% chance I would like the answer.

"I've gathered 37 Saint Kings for your medical work, Young Master. There are 5 more who are away on missions, including Elder Snowdrop's direct disciple who is in Asgard now." Violet said with a kind voice, then knelt beside Zumi to be served her milk dose as well. While Violet sucked my dick, my hands held her head and transmitted my latest sword techniques, imparting them directly into her mind, to be reviewed and tested by her own Great Sage avatar.

I wasn't above using Violet's 80000 years of combat experience to make my Sword techniques better. Sure, she wasn't Tian, but she knew plenty of combat techniques, and had seen even more on the battlefield. By the time I was finished and pumped my milk into her thirsty mouth, Violet had too finished her inner analysis.

"Beside that flaw you left in there for some reason, I can't find anything wrong. It might be the best sword technique I know!" Violet admitted with an awed voice, then licked my dick and balls to clean up the place.

"The flaw is the key, actually. Hesitation, wavering, misaligned edge, all work together to deceive the enemy into not being wary enough. Someone confident in victory would not show such a flaw, correct?" I explained patiently, then flicked her forehead with my big dick. Violet fell silent and began to meditate with a sword enlightment moment, so I grabbed Zumi and went to the other room, where the pretty Saint Kings were chatting and having tea while waiting for the Fairy Doctor to arrive.

"My dear Flowers! I think you all know me, the famous Fairy Doctor, recently ascended as a Sage. The reason you are here, is because of war. The Blood Wars, as they will be called. Demonic cults will rise up, and cause mayhem and bloodshed at a scale hard to imagine. And you might remember what these demonic guys like to eat, right?" I asked rhetorically.

"... We are not injured, yet." a silly woman with a green robe pointed out.

"Your Dao King Elders have instructed me to make you less edible. By becoming Sages, first and foremost. And then teaching you advanced combat methods, and thus increasing the combat power of the Million Flowers. You might recall Sayuri, the Porcelain Orchid. She became a Sage with my training too, and quite recently." I said with a commanding voice, which was easy since I was a Sage and they were not.

"... I won't mind becoming a Sage. How will you train us? I heard some undecent and immoral rumors, but surely, they are wrong, right?" another Saint King with huge boobs hidden under green robes asked a bit timidly. I took a step and plugged her mouth with my thumb. Wood and Earth meridians? The holy grail of herbalists and spiritual farmers. Only the Green Thumb Sacred Body was better than this combo, but only the Mist alchemists had one such body in the entire world, and it was a man. Quite sad.

I would love a pretty flower with green hair.

"Yes, my dear Saints. The rumors are wrong, but only because they catch the outer works and not the essence. My training methods are based on the Yin and Yang Dao, and not the vulgar and common sexual methods of a prostitute. So, it will cost you 1 million spirit stones, and you will drink buckets of my lotus milk, until you hear the Dao and ascend as a Sage." I spoke with a scumbag's voice, and waited for the fireworks.

The Saint King who had my thumb in her mouth blinked, then suckled my finger as a testing method.

"Still indecent... but if it works?" she mumbled around my finger and knelt in front of me.

"Green Peony! What are you doing? Where is your self-respect... oh! So big!" another Saint exclaimed as my dick emerged and replaced my thumb inside the Green Peony's mouth. Zumi knelt beside Peony to observe the Dao up close, and even advised the Saint how to pleasure me properly, while they both blushed hard. And this is why I loved my job! It never felt like work, no matter how hard it got.