Mo Qingyan remained sitting on the bed for a long time after her first orgasm. Her breathing gradually calmed down. The heat in her body subsided, though she still felt a faint residual tingling between her legs and on the sensitive skin of her ass.
She looked at her hands, then at the wet sheets, and finally closed her eyes.
"The Fallen Dragon Submissive Yin Body…"
The phrase echoed in her mind like a verdict. She knew it was powerful. She knew it could allow her to ascend at a terrifying speed. But the price… the price was becoming what she despised most.
She took several deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down.
"It's done. I can't change my physique. I can only control it.
I have no intention of kneeling before any man. I will not become anyone's whore.
I will use this body as a tool. Nothing more."
Little by little, her mind regained the cold calmness of the former Emperor. Rage and shock gave way to cold determination. She stood up, changed the wet sheets for clean ones, and washed herself with cold water from the basin. When she finished, she felt calmer.
She left her room and went to the dining area, where her parents were still awake, waiting for her with concern.
Mo Tian and Li Mei looked up when they saw her.
"Qingyan… how did it go?" her father asked anxiously.
She sat down in front of them and spoke in a calm but firm voice:
"I advanced. I broke through to Initial Foundation Establishment."
For a second, her parents were speechless. Then they burst into exclamations of joy.
"Foundation Establishment!" Mo Tian shot to his feet, his eyes shining. "My daughter is already at Foundation Establishment at 16 years old! This is… this is incredible!"
Li Mei covered her mouth with her hands, tears of emotion in her eyes.
"Qingyan… you're a genius. A true genius. We are so proud of you…"
Qingyan looked at her mother and spoke softly:
"Mother… the herb you obtained helped me a lot. Thank you. Without it, I wouldn't have been able to advance so quickly."
Li Mei smiled tenderly, though her eyes were still wet.
"I'm so glad I could help you, daughter."
Mo Tian nodded with pride, visibly relieved that the humiliation of that afternoon had not been in vain.
The rest of the day passed calmly. Qingyan spent time with her parents: she helped her mother in the kitchen, talked with her father about basic cultivation techniques, and listened to stories from when they were young. It was a strange normalcy for her, but also comforting.
In the afternoon, as the sun began to set, it was time to prepare.
Qingyan entered her room and changed. She put on a simple but elegant black dress, cut in the classic style for sect disciples. The dress was fitted at the waist and fell fluidly, but it inevitably highlighted her figure: the narrow waist and the large, round ass that stood out with every movement. She looked at herself in the small bronze mirror and sighed.
"This body… is still a problem."
She tied her long black hair into a practical high ponytail. When she was ready, she went out to the dining area.
Her parents were waiting for her by the door. Li Mei had moist eyes. Mo Tian tried to maintain his composure, but his voice came out hoarse when he spoke:
"Take good care of yourself, daughter. Be strong. And remember that you will always have a home here."
Li Mei approached and hugged her tightly.
"Study hard. Eat well. And if you need anything, let us know. No matter how far away you are."
Qingyan allowed herself to be hugged. She felt that strange warmth in her chest again. Her parents' love was simple, pure, and real. Something the former Emperor had never known.
"I'll be fine," she said softly. "I'll come back stronger."
She pulled away from the hug, picked up the small bag with her few belongings, and headed for the door.
Mo Tian and Li Mei accompanied her to the entrance of the house. The sun was already setting, tinting the sky in reddish tones.
Qingyan paused for a moment at the threshold and looked back.
"Thank you… for everything."
Then she turned around and began walking down the dirt path that led out of Blue Mist City, toward the distant Cloudy Mountain Academy.
Her parents remained at the door, watching her until her figure disappeared into the distance.
The journey to the Cloudy Mountain Academy took almost two full days on foot.
Mo Qingyan walked without rest, stopping only when necessary to eat and rest briefly. Her black dress moved elegantly with every step, but it also inevitably highlighted her figure: the extremely narrow waist and the large, round, well-defined ass that swayed gently.
When she finally arrived at the massive main entrance of the academy, the sun was already high in the sky.
The scene was overwhelming.
A gigantic line of applicants stretched from the great stone gate carved with dragons and clouds all the way into the distance.
There were hundreds, perhaps over a thousand young people of different ages and backgrounds, all waiting their turn for the final admission tests.
Qingyan joined the end of the line without saying a word. Her posture was straight, her expression cold and arrogant. She looked at no one.
But everyone else looked at her.
From the moment she joined the queue, she felt the stares. Some youths watched her with open admiration, others with blatant desire. A group of three boys several positions ahead turned around multiple times to get a better look at her. One of them, bolder than the rest, approached with a confident smile.
"Hey, beauty. Is this your first time at the academy? If you want, I can explain how the tests work. I'm from the nearby village and I already know the process."
Qingyan didn't even look at him. Her voice came out cold and cutting:
"Not necessary."
The young man blinked, surprised by the direct rejection. He tried to insist:
"I just wanted to help…"
"I don't need help," she replied without raising her gaze, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Step aside."
The boy fell silent, clearly offended, and returned to his friends. From that moment on, several others who had thought of approaching decided to keep their distance. Qingyan's cold and arrogant aura was enough to deter most of them.
The line moved slowly. Almost two hours passed before her turn came.
When she finally stood in front of the registration desk, an inner disciple of the academy — a young man around 20 years old wearing a gray robe — looked up. Upon seeing her, his eyes widened slightly and shamelessly scanned her figure from head to toe: the black dress fitted at the waist, her small but firm breasts, and especially the prominent ass that stood out even while she was standing.
"Provisional admission token," Qingyan said, extending the jade plaque without emotion.
The disciple took it, but his eyes kept drifting to her body. He took several seconds longer than necessary to verify it.
"Mo Qingyan… 16 years old… Peak Qi Refining in the preliminary tests," he read aloud. "Very good. You have two options for final admission."
He paused, still staring at her brazenly.
"Option one: enter as a working student. You'll have to perform daily chores after classes: cleaning courtyards, washing the inner disciples' clothes, helping in the kitchens… In exchange, you'll receive basic instruction and lodging."
He paused again, his eyes dropping for a second to her hips.
"Option two: participate in the Admission Tournament. If you demonstrate enough talent and some elder or instructor of the academy takes interest in you, you can enter directly as an official disciple, possibly under the guidance of a master."
The disciple visibly swallowed as he finished speaking, unable to take his eyes off her figure.
Qingyan remained silent for a moment, observing the young man with coldness. She could perfectly feel how he was undressing her with his eyes.
She didn't hesitate for even a second.
"I choose the Admission Tournament," she replied in a clear, arrogant voice.
The disciple blinked, surprised by the quick decision, but quickly noted it in his records.
"Understood. Report tomorrow at dawn to Cloud Dragon Plaza for the fight draw. Good luck."
Qingyan took her updated token without saying anything more and walked away from the desk.
As she headed toward the temporary lodging area for applicants, her mind worked coldly.
"Working student… cleaning and serving others…
How humiliating that would be for someone like me.
No. I didn't come here to be a servant
.
I came here to dominate."
A small, cold smile appeared on her lips.