What Would You Do If An Ugly Woman Asked You To Dual Cultivate?-Chapter 42: Growth and Temptation

Yang Hao had settled into his new life in Jiang Chenxue's house. He hired a maid to take care of his daily needs, allowing him to focus entirely on cultivation. As months passed, he frequently went out with Jiang Chenxue to explore the city, learning more about the world beyond his hometown.

The city was bustling, filled with merchants shouting about their wares, warriors discussing cultivation techniques, and alchemists selling pills. Towering pagodas stood tall in the distance, while the aroma of roasted meat and herbal concoctions filled the streets.

One evening, as they walked through the marketplace, Yang Hao turned to Jiang Chenxue. "I should find a way to earn money. My savings won't last forever."

Jiang Chenxue raised an eyebrow. "Why bother?" she asked, a slight smirk on her lips. "I have more than enough wealth to support you. Just focus on your cultivation."

Yang Hao frowned. "I don't want to be indebted to you for no reason."

Before Jiang Chenxue could respond, Yu Ruyi's voice echoed in his mind. "You idiot! Strength is all that matters. What's a few gold coins compared to the power you'll gain? Get stronger first—pay her back later."

Navrita also said. "Exactly! With your talent, repaying her will be nothing in the future."

Yang Hao sighed. "...Fine." He looked at Jiang Chenxue. "I'll accept your help. But I'll repay you one day."

Jiang Chenxue waved her hand dismissively. "Do as you like." She pulled out a card from her sleeve and handed it to him. "Use this at the Pure Fragrance Lotus Shop. Anything you need—herbs, pills, materials—you can take."

Yang Hao accepted the card with hesitation but nodded in thanks.

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With resources no longer an issue, Yang Hao devoted himself to cultivation. His days were spent refining Liquid Drops, absorbing elemental energy, and stabilizing his realm. However, the endless cycle of meditation and energy refinement became monotonous at times.

To pass the time, he often conversed with Yu Ruyi and Navrita. Occasionally, he would make tea for Jiang Chenxue, and they would sit together in the courtyard, discussing various cultivation theories.

One evening, as they sat on the veranda, sipping tea under the moonlight, Jiang Chenxue asked, "Have you ever thought about specializing in anything beyond just raw cultivation?"

Yang Hao placed his cup down. "I plan to become an alchemist."

Jiang Chenxue smiled knowingly. "Then you'll need knowledge, not just resources. Have you seen the library yet?"

"Library?" Yang Hao blinked.

Jiang Chenxue chuckled. "You've been here for months, and you haven't even explored properly? There's an entire library filled with alchemy books in the east wing."

Yang Hao's eyes lit up. "Can I borrow them?"

"Of course," she said, leaning back. "Take whatever you need."

Excited, Yang Hao spent the next few days in the library. The room was massive, filled with neatly arranged bookshelves, each packed with scrolls and tomes on alchemy. He ran his fingers over the leather-bound covers, feeling a thrill of anticipation.

He read about rare herbs, intricate pill recipes, and the art of refining elixirs. Every book he consumed deepened his understanding. Although he never exhausted himself, he spent countless hours absorbing knowledge.

By the time six months had passed, Yang Hao had made incredible progress. He had refined seventeen Liquid Drops, and soon, he would reach his eighteenth.

Sitting cross-legged in his room, he smirked. If I had stayed at home, this would have taken me over two years. But here, with elemental energy five times denser and the resources Jiang Chenxue provides, my progress has skyrocketed.

His gaze shifted to the pile of alchemy books beside him. And I've learned so much about alchemy too... Staying here was the best decision I've ever made.

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However, despite his pride in his progress, there was one issue that constantly tormented him.

Jiang Chenxue, his benefactor, was far too alluring. Her golden hair framed her face with a natural elegance, her blue eyes sharp yet warm, and her figure, draped in flowing robes, carried a graceful strength that drew his gaze.

Once in a while, she would visit the hot spring within the estate. She never bathed completely naked—she always wore a loose, thin bathrobe—but that didn't make things any easier for him.

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The first time he saw her, wet, in bathroom , the image burned itself into his mind. Her damp hair clung to her shoulders, and her robe, transperent showed, flawless curves underneath.

That night, he tossed and turned, unable to meditate properly.

Damn it.

After that, he developed a habit of wandering the estate at night, hoping to catch a glimpse of her again. And sometimes, he did.

One evening, Jiang Chenxue stood by the edge of the hot spring, steam rising around her as she gazed at the moonlit sky. Her golden hair shimmered in the moonlight, her bathrobe clinging softly to her form, accentuating her slender waist and the gentle swell of her hips. She turned her head slightly. "You're up late again."

Yang Hao tensed. "I was just... walking."

Jiang Chenxue smiled, tilting her head, her expression calm yet teasing. "You sure about that?"

Yang Hao cleared his throat, looking away.

She chuckled softly. "You can join me if you want."

His heart skipped a beat. For a moment, he was tempted. But then, reason won over desire.

"...No, thanks," he muttered before quickly leaving.

Back in his room, he sat on his bed, frustrated. What's wrong with me?! I should be focused on cultivation!

To make matters worse, Yu Ruyi was no help at all.

"Poor thing," she cooed in his mind. "You're so pent up. You should've accepted her invitation. Who knows what would've happened?"

Yang Hao groaned. She is enjoying my suffering.

But the worst part?

He couldn't even relieve himself.

Yu Ruyi and Navrita were always present, with him. He couldn't masturbate with them watching him. He felt embarassed.

Only way of relieve himself was to wait when Yu Ruyi need lifespan.

I have to endure this for a few more months or years...

He clenched his fists. This is painful.