Mo Qingyan opened her eyes as the first rays of sunlight entered through the window of her new room.
She lay on the bed for several minutes, staring at the dark wooden ceiling without moving. Her mind was in turmoil.
The previous night had been a whirlwind of sensations she still couldn't fully process.
The taste of semen on her tongue.
The violent orgasm while licking Huo Ling's underwear.
The choked cry calling her "Master."
The sudden breakthrough to Mid Foundation Establishment.
All of it made her feel… strange.
Never, not even in her life as the Immortal Emperor, had she been in a similar situation. She had always been the one who dominated, who humiliated, who used others. Now, her own body was betraying her in ways she couldn't control.
"How should I act now?
Should I pretend nothing happened?
Should I show arrogance as always?
Or should I… accept that this physique forces me to behave in a certain way?"
She had no answers. For the first time in both lives, Mo Qingyan felt lost.
She got up, washed her face with cold water, and changed. She put on the black disciple uniform she had been given. The dress inevitably clung to her body, accentuating her narrow waist and her large, round ass. She looked at herself in the small mirror and sighed.
"This body… is both my weapon and my prison."
She left her room with a cold, controlled expression.
In the hallway, she came face to face with Huo Ling.
The red-haired girl was already dressed in her personal disciple uniform. Her red hair shone in the morning light. When she saw Qingyan, Huo Ling stopped and looked her up and down with a slow, satisfied smile.
Qingyan stopped as well. For a second, the memory of the previous night flashed through her mind: kneeling, licking, cumming while screaming her name.
She swallowed hard and spoke in a respectful, neutral voice, as befitted a new disciple:
"Good morning, Huo Ling."
Huo Ling didn't respond immediately. She simply stared at her, with that smile that didn't reach her eyes. Then she tilted her head slightly and replied in a soft but meaningful tone:
"Good morning… Qingyan."
Both began walking together down the hallway toward the Vice Dean's private training area. The silence between them was heavy.
Before reaching the door of the training hall, Huo Ling suddenly stopped. She grabbed Qingyan's arm firmly and pulled her close. Her mouth approached the young woman's ear and whispered in a low, venomous voice:
"Have you accepted your place yet, slut?"
Qingyan tensed. Her body reacted instantly: a treacherous heat rose in her belly and her nipples hardened against the fabric of her uniform. She felt herself growing slightly wet between her legs.
She couldn't look Huo Ling in the eyes.
She only nodded slowly, head lowered.
Huo Ling let out a soft, satisfied laugh and released her arm.
"Good girl."
Then, as if nothing had happened, she opened the door to the training hall and entered first.
Qingyan remained in the hallway for a second longer, taking a deep breath to regain her composure.
Her mind burned with rage and shame.
But her body… her body was already waiting for the next humiliation.
Finally, she entered the training hall behind Huo Ling, head held high and expression cold, like the arrogant genius everyone expected her to be.
The Vice Dean was already waiting for them in the center of the hall, hands behind his back and a piercing gaze.
The Vice Dean's private training hall was spacious and austere. The floor was made of polished stone engraved with ancient formations that helped stabilize Qi. In the center stood a small raised platform where the master usually gave his lessons.
The Vice Dean stood with his hands behind his back, observing his two disciples with a piercing gaze. Huo Ling was on his right, standing straight with a neutral expression, though her green eyes gleamed with faint resentment when she looked at Qingyan.
"Today we will begin your formal training, Mo Qingyan," the Vice Dean said in a calm and authoritative voice. "Although you have already reached Initial Foundation Establishment, it is important that you understand the fundamentals correctly."
Qingyan bowed her head slightly in respect, but inside her mind was far away.
"Fundamentals…" she thought with irony. "I had already mastered these principles when you were still a child playing with sticks."
The Vice Dean began to explain patiently:
"Foundation Establishment is the realm where you build a solid base for your cultivation. The Dantian expands and strengthens, allowing you to store more Qi and perform more complex techniques. You must learn to circulate your energy steadily, without waste, and to integrate your will with your Qi so that it responds to your command without resistance."
Huo Ling listened attentively, nodding from time to time. Qingyan pretended to do the same, maintaining a focused and respectful expression. In reality, she already knew every word the master was saying. She had mastered these concepts centuries ago.
While the Vice Dean spoke about the dangers of an unstable Foundation and how to prepare the body for Golden Core, Qingyan let her mind wander.
"Should I go back to the spear? It was my favorite weapon in my previous life. Fast, lethal, elegant…
Or maybe it's time for a change. The sword offers more versatility and symbolizes authority. But Huo Ling is an expert with the spear… if I choose the same, I'll have to train with her constantly. I don't want that red-haired bitch to have more opportunities to humiliate me."
Right at that moment, the Vice Dean interrupted her thoughts.
"Mo Qingyan, what weapon are you familiar with? Huo Ling is an expert with the spear. If you wish, she can teach you the fundamentals."
Qingyan looked up and met her master's gaze calmly.
Huo Ling also looked at her, one eyebrow slightly raised with an expression that seemed to say "dare to choose the spear."
Qingyan hesitated for only a second.
She didn't want to spend any more time than necessary under Huo Ling's control. Every interaction with her activated her physique in treacherous ways. She couldn't afford to be dominated all the time.
"Master," she replied in a respectful but firm voice, "I would like to learn the sword."
Huo Ling frowned slightly, clearly disappointed. A brief flash of irritation crossed her face.
The Vice Dean nodded without showing surprise.
"Very well. The sword is a noble and versatile path. I myself will teach you the basic principles of the Cloudy Mountain Academy Sword. It is a balanced technique that combines defense and attack with fluidity."
Huo Ling bowed her head stiffly.
"As you wish, Master. If you'll excuse me…"
She turned and left the training hall without another word. Her steps were quick and her posture rigid.
The Vice Dean made no comment about Huo Ling's reaction. He turned back to Qingyan and continued calmly:
"Let us begin then."
For the next hour, the master explained the basic principles of the sword: posture, breathing, Qi flow through the weapon, and how to integrate will into every cut. Qingyan listened with feigned attention, nodding at the appropriate moments.
Inside, she was already analyzing how to improve those techniques with her Immortal Emperor knowledge. The sword seemed like a good choice. It was a weapon of kings and tyrants, suitable for someone who planned to reclaim her former status.
The Vice Dean demonstrated some basic movements, moving with elegance and precision. Qingyan replicated them with ease, correcting the small mistakes the master pointed out.
"Good potential," he commented with approval. "Your control is excellent for someone who has just entered Foundation Establishment. With dedication, you will be able to progress quickly."
Qingyan bowed her head.
"Thank you for your teaching, Master."
While practicing the basic movements, her mind continued working.
The Vice Dean finished the basic sword lesson and looked at Qingyan with restrained approval.
"You grasped the principles quickly," he said. "It is rare to see someone at Initial Foundation Establishment understand the Qi flow through the weapon so fast."
Qingyan bowed her head with feigned respect.
"Thank you for your teaching, Master."
The Vice Dean took out a black jade token with golden edges from his sleeve and handed it to her.
"This is your main disciple token. With it, you will have access to restricted areas of the academy and basic resources. Go to the central library and choose two sword skills to begin your training. Do not pick anything too advanced; your foundation is still weak."
Qingyan took the token with both hands and bowed.
"Understood, Master."
She left the training hall with the token in hand. Her expression was serene and arrogant, as befitted a newly accepted disciple. But inside, her mind was already calculating.
"Two skills… I will use them as a base to improve them with my own techniques. The sword will serve for now."
When she reached the hallway leading to her room, she ran into Huo Ling, who was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. The red-haired girl looked her up and down with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
Qingyan stopped and spoke in a respectful voice:
"Huo Ling."
Huo Ling didn't respond immediately. She simply stared at her for several seconds. Then she opened the door to her own room and entered without saying a word.
Qingyan hesitated for a moment, but followed her inside and closed the door behind her.
The moment the door closed, Huo Ling turned and delivered a hard slap across Qingyan's face.
Slap!
Qingyan's cheek burned. Her head snapped to the side.
"I'm disappointed," Huo Ling said in a cold, angry voice. "I wanted you to choose the spear. I could have taught you personally. We would have spent a lot of time together… and I could have 'corrected' that arrogance of yours."
Qingyan remained silent, her cheek red and her pride burning.
Huo Ling took another step closer and looked down at her.
"Now that we're going to see each other all the time… you have to kiss my feet every time you enter my room. It is the bare minimum of respect I deserve as your senior."
Qingyan clenched her teeth. Her mind screamed with fury. But the memory of the power difference and the pressure from her own physique forced her to obey.
She slowly knelt in front of Huo Ling.
She leaned forward and kissed the red-haired girl's right foot with her lips, then the left. The contact was brief, but deeply humiliating.
Huo Ling smiled with satisfaction.
"Good girl. Don't forget it."
She turned and left the room without another word, leaving Qingyan kneeling on the floor.
Qingyan slowly stood up, her cheek still burning and rage boiling inside her.
"This bitch… one day I'll make her pay for every humiliation."
She left the residence and headed toward the academy's central library. The path was long and wound through courtyards and ancient buildings.
While walking, a young man around 18 years old approached her with a friendly smile. He had short brown hair and an open, amiable expression.
"Excuse me… you're the Vice Dean's new disciple, right? I saw you in the tournament. It was impressive how you ended the fights. My name is Lin Hao. I'm a third-year inner disciple."
Qingyan glanced at him sideways, keeping her expression cold but not rude.
"Mo Qingyan," she replied in a neutral voice.
Lin Hao walked beside her, respecting her space.
"I'm also heading to the library. If you don't mind, I can accompany you and explain a bit about how the technique lending system works. It's a little confusing at first."
Qingyan hesitated for a second, but accepted with a slight nod.
"Alright."
They walked together in relative silence. Lin Hao spoke occasionally in a kind tone, explaining details about the library and the academy's rules. Qingyan responded with polite monosyllables, but her mind was elsewhere.