Dual Cultivation: I Summon Villainesses of Mythic Era

*Summit of Mount Hua, Monastery of Eternal Peace*

Dawn was barely breaking behind the steep peaks of Mount Hua, and this nascent light tinted the clouds with amethyst reflections that slowly stretched across the horizon. Inside the healing chamber, the air was still heavy with the scent of frosted lotus and the mixed sweat that the two occupants had left floating during the night.

Xuan BaiShe slowly sat up on the bed. He observed the sleeping silhouette of Zhi Mei. The Holy Templar, whose armor now rested neatly folded on a chair, displayed an unusual expression of peace on her face normally marked by martial discipline. Her long blonde hair was spread across the pillow like a trail of celestial light, and her eyelashes barely fluttered as she breathed deeply.

Thanks to his Omega Heart, BaiShe felt no fatigue despite the hours spent. He felt only that cold narcissistic satisfaction that inhabited him after every strategic success. By taking the saint’s virginity, he had sealed the Virgin Lotus Soul, and he knew that their destinies were now intertwined. If one died, the other would inevitably follow. For BaiShe, this was not an act of love, nor even of genuine desire. He had messed up a bit... But well, he had no intention of letting her die so it didn’t really bother him.

He leaned slightly toward her, and his breath brushed against her ear without waking her.

"Rest, Miss Mei," he murmured in a monotone voice while adjusting his monocle over his eye. The morning light reflected for a moment on the lens before disappearing.

Without making the slightest sound, he vanished into a spatial distortion that closed around him. The Sidhe remained alone on the silk bed, recovering from their intense night without even knowing she had just been left behind.

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*Depths of the Immortal Grave*

As soon as he crossed the border of the cursed domain, BaiShe felt the Yin Qi trying to infiltrate his meridians to asphyxiate them from within. The landscape that stretched before him was only a monotonous repetition of gray ashes and bones whitened by centuries of exposure to the corrupted elements. Yet this time, he no longer needed to play the weakened young master or the naive scholar. He could finally deploy what he truly was.