Cultivation starts with picking up attributes
Chapter 84: Ch-84: Pervert

Chapter 84: Ch-84: Pervert

And so, with a resigned sigh and a deeply amused wife, Tian Shen found himself in bed with a fox girl on one side and a phoenix woman on the other.

Cultivation flared again, though the heat now carried a tinge of chaos.

Their breaths, once separate, now danced in rhythm.

Laughter mixed with moans, embarrassment with euphoria. It was chaotic. Sensual.

And maybe Morally questionable, MAYBE.

And it was perfect.

...

By the time moonlight replaced sunlight outside, the trio lay entangled in glowing silks and each other’s warmth.

Tian Shen’s arm rested around both of them—one a proud phoenix, the other a jealous little fox who now purred like a satisfied kitten.

Little Mei cuddled into his chest, tail flicking lazily.

"Mmm. So this is what they call f*cking. I like it."

"Where did you learn all this cursing?!"

Tian Shen questioned.

Feng Yin stroked the girl’s soft hair with a tired smile.

"You’re not allowed to monopolize him, you know."

"I’d never! But I will ask for kisses every night now," she mumbled.

Tian Shen sighed.

"My peaceful nights are over, aren’t they?"

Feng Yin smirked, her tone teasing.

"You’re the one who signed up for this harem thingy."

"I thought spirit beasts weren’t part of the package..."

Little Mei giggled.

"I’m a special bonus!"

...

Outside, a chilly breeze swept across the night sky. Inside, the room radiated warmth—a warmth forged not only through flames and spirit energy, but through hearts tangled in this strange, wonderful life.

Even if the sect looked at him with skeptical eyes—even if his returns weren’t dazzling—Tian Shen had something more precious:

A fox to his left. A phoenix to his right.

...

Morning.

The morning sunlight filtered softly through the paper window screens, casting warm golden patterns across the wooden floor.

The faint scent of incense lingered in the air, mingled with the quiet breathing of the three who lay tangled in serene exhaustion beneath a silken blanket.

Tian Shen stirred first.

The warmth beside him was a pleasant weight—soft, supple, and familiar.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Feng Yin’s bare shoulder, smooth and pale as moonlight, her raven-black hair cascading in soft waves across the pillow.

She was already awake, watching him with those calm eyes of hers, a touch of amusement swimming in their depths.

"You’re awake."

She said, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"But was smiling in your sleep, too. Dreaming of fox girls?"

Tian Shen chuckled, voice hoarse.

"Who wouldn’t after what happened?"

He shifted slightly—and that was when a warm, soft pressure shifted from the other side.

A slender arm looped loosely around his waist. He looked down and found Little Mei nestled against him, face buried into his side, her crimson hair a beautiful mess.

Her fox ears twitched lazily, and her tails draped across the bed, like a silken scarf of moonlight.

"Mnngh~... don’t move... I like this position..."

She mumbled in her sleep, nuzzling closer.

Feng Yin giggled softly. It was rare to hear her laugh like that—genuine and light. She leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on Tian Shen’s forehead.

"You didn’t break her, did you?"

She teased, whispering close to his ear.

Tian Shen exhaled, eyes closing for a moment.

"She’s... a little monster."

Feng Yin leaned on her elbow.

"I watched half of it, you know. The little fox was practically glowing with happiness. And you... were a bit rough. I guess some girls like being pinned down by a dragon."

"You were that into it?"

"Of course."

Her smile was playful.

Tian Shen didn’t know whether to laugh or blush.

"You’re more dangerous than you let on."

"I’m a Cultivator. Danger is in the job description."

They both turned to look at Little Mei again, who had now flopped over, one of her tails curling around Tian Shen’s leg.

She stirred, blinking slowly. Her cheeks immediately tinted pink upon realizing their gazes.

"Ah—M-Master, Sister Yin... g-good morning!"

She chirped, her voice rising several notes higher than normal. She then ducked under the blanket, hiding her face.

"You don’t have to be embarrassed."

Feng Yin said warmly.

"We’re family now, aren’t we?"

Little Mei peeked out. "R-Really?"

Feng Yin nodded and reached over, brushing her fluffy ear.

"Really. You’re adorable, and I like you. Just don’t try to monopolize him at night or I might have to spar with you."

"Yes!" Mei’s tail wagged excitedly at the declaration, her eyes shimmering.

"I won’t lose next time!"

"...Next time?"

Tian Shen muttered, sighing as both girls smiled wickedly, but inwardly, he was also expecting what ’next time’ could be like.

After some light teasing, lazy stretches, and a shared bath that was just on the edge of scandalous, the trio finally got dressed and stepped out into the morning light of the Feilun Sect.

The courtyard was peaceful.

Birds chirped, clouds drifted, and the sect disciples passed them by with polite nods, unaware of the debauchery that had taken place just hours ago in Tian Shen’s courtyard.

"Where to first?"

Feng Yin asked, walking beside him in her usual white-and-blue robes. She’d tied her hair into a high ponytail today, making her look both elegant and athletic.

"I need to swing by the Martial hall and the technique pavilion."

Tian Shen said while thinking dubiuosly.

’There might be attribute bubbles. Re-spwaned. I can find if this theory is right or not.’

Little Mei, now fully dressed in a red outer robe that barely tamed her bubbly energy, bounced beside him, still clinging to his sleeve.

"Then can we visit the Spirit Beast Stables later?"

"You look like a human cosplaying foxy, though."

"Cosplay?"

"Nothing."

Tian Shen muttered.

She puffed out her cheeks, feeling he’s taunting her. Which he was.

He ruffled her head, ears and all.

"Sorry, my bad."

As they reached the training grounds, the familiar sight of disciples sweating through drills, sparring with grunts and bursts of spiritual energy, greeted them.

He casually strolled through, but didn’t find any attribute orbs.

He now understood that he didn’t completely understood the rules of attributes and their reason of coming into existence.

Dissatisfied, he came back, meeting up with Feng Yin, who saw him being like he’d lost a million.

"What Now, New trouble uploading?"

Feng Yin said, arms folded, watching silently.

"What do you even think of me?"

Tian Shen asked, aggrieved.

"A trouble making SLIGHTLY handsome perverted idiot with the favour of the goddess of luck."

He blinked.

"Is this a new way of flirting?"

"I don’t flirt. It’s a fact."

Little Mei gasped.

"Sister Yin! Don’t overdo it, What if Master gets nosebleeds?"

They both looked at Tian Shen, who groaned and walked faster.

...

By midday, the three had visited the technique pavilion, where Tian Shen exchanged a few old techniques for spirit stones, then visited a noodle stall run by a lazy disciple.

Mei slurped hers noisily while Feng Yin ate with quiet grace.

"You are going to get fat at this rate."

Tian Shen chuckled, watching Mei order her third bowl.

Feng Yin leaned closer.

"You’d still be cute or more of a silky cushion for us to sit on."

He nearly choked at that.

...

The rest of the day was spent wandering the quieter areas of the sect, visiting a secluded waterfall at Little Mei’s request.

There, they sat in silence, enjoying the breeze.

Feng Yin leaned her head against Tian Shen’s shoulder.

Little Mei curled up beside him, resting her head on his lap, ears flicking as she dozed.

He looked down at them both, his heart strangely full.

There was no battle today. No urgent mission. No ghostly inheritance or demonic legacy chasing him.

Just peace.

A rare day of peace.

And as the sun dipped toward the horizon, casting orange hues across the world, Tian Shen allowed himself a small, rare smile.

The orange sky deepened into crimson as the last sliver of sunlight dipped behind the distant peaks.

Crickets began their nightly song, and the rustle of leaves filled the air with a natural rhythm that Tian Shen hadn’t noticed in a long time.

He shifted slightly, careful not to disturb Little Mei, who now let out soft, content snores on his lap.

Feng Yin’s fingers gently traced his palm, their hands loosely intertwined. She didn’t speak—didn’t need to. Her quiet presence said everything.

"It almost feels unreal," Tian Shen murmured, voice low.

Feng Yin tilted her head slightly.

"What does?"

"... You two."

She smiled, the last light of dusk catching in her eyes like starlight.

"That’s because you’re a perverted idiot."

He nodded slowly, subconsciously, without even knowing.

"Maybe. But days like this... Is quite good."

Feng Yin gave his hand a squeeze.

"Then..."

Tian Shen glanced down again. Mei’s tails swayed in her dreams, wrapping around his legs like affectionate vines.

Feng Yin leaned against him like she belonged there.

And she did.

So did Little Mei.

So did this feeling.

Tian Shen exhaled.

Yes. He would remember.

He closed his eyes, listening.

To the two voices that, somehow, had become his favorite background noise.

Last night had been an illusion of normalcy.

Yet beneath it—beneath the quiet strolls and playful teasing—was the raw memory of the night before.

Of tangled limbs and heated gasps. Of whispered names and shameless begging. Of lips that kissed with reverence and hunger.

Of a proud phoenix panting beneath him, feathers flaring. Of a fox girl riding him, face flushed with primal joy, whispering curses she barely understood.

The warmth that still lingered in his bones wasn’t from the sun.

It was from the way Feng Yin had leaned into his neck and murmured.

"Don’t stop."

From the way Little Mei had cried out.

"I want more—I want all of Master!"

Tian Shen exhaled slowly, the edges of his lips curling.

He’d never forget that night.

And something told him—it wouldn’t be the last.