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## Chapter 7: The Primordial Pleasure (Continued)
"Your service is acceptable," Zhao pronounced, the highest praise he typically offered to new additions. "You will take your place in the primary rotation effective immediately."
Tiamat bowed her head in acknowledgment, her newly restored form radiating both beauty and terrible power. The chaotic nature of her primordial essence now existed in perfect balance with the ordered cultivation energy she had received from Zhao.
"I shall... serve with... devotion," she promised, her chorus of voices now a harmonious melody rather than discordant noise.
From her position near the doorway, Lei'er observed the successful integration with quiet satisfaction. The collection had gained a powerful new member, and her Master seemed genuinely pleased with the acquisition. It was rare for him to show such direct interest in a new concubine; usually, his perpetual boredom reasserted itself quickly after the novelty wore off.
"Lei'er," Zhao called, his cosmic eyes finding her instantly despite the dimness of the chamber. "This experience has been... refreshing. The primordial essence creates interesting sensations."
"I am pleased that the collection meets your standards, Master," Lei'er replied with a deep bow.
"It does, but..." Zhao stretched languidly, his perfect form still glowing with the aftermath of the cultivation exchange. "I sense there are other entities in this world of similar quality. Not primordials, perhaps, but... unique in their own right."
Lei'er straightened, immediately attentive. "Do you have specific preferences for the next collection, Master?"
Zhao considered for a moment, his finger tracing idle patterns on Tiamat's midnight-blue skin as she lay beside him in post-cultivation contentment. "Something... purer, perhaps. A contrast to the primordial chaos. Something of the light, to balance the darkness."
"I believe I know of a suitable candidate," Lei'er replied. "During my explorations of this world's spiritual landscape, I detected a powerful holy presence. A saint of considerable purity, manifested as what this world calls a 'Ruler-class Servant.'"
"A saint?" Zhao's lips curved in a small smile. "How delightful. The corruption of purity always provides interesting cultivation resonances. Bring her to me."
Lei'er bowed deeply. "It shall be done, Master. I will depart immediately."
As Lei'er turned to leave, Zhao called after her. "And Lei'er? If she resists... be persuasive, but do not damage her essence. I prefer my saints... intact."
"Of course, Master. Her spiritual integrity will be preserved," Lei'er assured him before vanishing through a spatial doorway.
In the chamber, the other concubines began to approach the bed now that the primordial cultivation session had concluded. Murasaki resumed her position with the celestial poetry scroll, while Medb and Arcueid returned to their duties of foot massage and fruit arrangement.
Kirei Kotomine, still observing from near the entrance, found himself approached by BB, the digital entity who had taken it upon herself to organize the pavilion's operational structure.
"You'll need orientation," she informed him with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "The priest-observer role is currently undefined in our hierarchy, but I'm sure we can find something suitable for your... particular talents."
Kirei's thin smile matched her own in its lack of warmth. "I look forward to witnessing how this new paradigm develops. The collection of a saint should prove... illuminating."
BB's digital eyes flickered with data patterns as she assessed him. "Indeed. The Master enjoys contrasts in his collection. Light and dark, order and chaos, purity and corruption—all serve his pleasure in different ways."
As they spoke, elsewhere in the pavilion, the machinations of power and pleasure continued unabated. The Silken Tyrant's domain grew stronger with each new addition, each act of worship, each moment of luxury converted to divine cultivation energy.
And in the world beyond, forces were beginning to take notice.
## Chapter 8: The Saint's Temptation
The great cathedral stood silent in the moonlight, its stained glass windows casting colorful patterns across the stone floor. Within its sanctified walls, a single figure knelt before the altar in prayer—a woman of extraordinary beauty, her golden hair cascading down the back of her armor, a battle standard leaning against the wall beside her.
Jeanne d'Arc, the Holy Maiden of Orleans, summoned into this era as a Ruler-class Servant to oversee the Holy Grail War, had sensed the disturbances in the system. The disappearance of the Greater Grail's core, the strange energy emanating from the floating pavilion above the city, the sudden vanishing of several Servants from her spiritual awareness—all signs that something unprecedented had occurred.
So she prayed, seeking divine guidance in this unexpected situation.
The air behind her shimmered subtly, and Lei'er stepped through a spatial doorway that closed instantly behind her. For a moment, she observed the saint in silence, assessing her spiritual quality with the practiced eye of a collector.
"Impressive purity," Lei'er murmured to herself. "The Master will be pleased."
At the sound of her voice, Jeanne rose fluidly and turned, her hand instinctively reaching for her battle standard. "Who enters this sacred place unbidden?" she demanded, her voice carrying the authority of her class.
Lei'er bowed slightly—a gesture of acknowledgment rather than submission. "I am Lei'er, the Eternal Sword-Maid, representative of Zhao Wu Lin, the Silken Tyrant."
Jeanne's blue eyes narrowed slightly. "You are the one responsible for the disturbances I have sensed. The one who has interfered with the Holy Grail War."
"The ritual you were summoned to oversee has been rendered obsolete," Lei'er confirmed without apology. "My Master has established a superior system of spiritual exchange in this territory."
"By what right does your master claim authority over a ritual established by covenant and sanctified by sacrifice?" Jeanne challenged, her grip tightening on her standard.
Lei'er's expression remained impassive. "By right of existence. My Master's divine cultivation transcends the primitive magical constructs of this world. The entity you know as 'the Greater Grail' now serves a higher purpose as part of his collection."
Jeanne's expression hardened. "I was summoned as arbiter and protector of the Grail War's integrity. If your master has corrupted its purpose, I am bound by duty to intervene."
"Intervention would be... inadvisable," Lei'er stated calmly. "However, I have not come to threaten but to extend an invitation. My Master wishes to add you to his collection as a primary concubine."
For a moment, Jeanne's composure faltered, shock flickering across her saintly features. "What manner of insult is this? I am a servant of God, not—"
"A servant of limited perspective," Lei'er interrupted. "My Master's collection includes entities from across the spectrum of existence—primordials, divine spirits, elemental manifestations, and more. All serve his pleasure and receive his blessing in return."
Lei'er took a step closer, her movements deliberately non-threatening. "Before you reject his offer, you should understand what it entails. The Master's cultivation system converts luxury and pleasure into divine energy, which he then shares with those who serve him. Many who initially resisted have discovered that service to him enhances rather than diminishes their original nature."
Jeanne stood firm, her armor gleaming in the moonlight streaming through the stained glass. "I will not abandon my sacred duty for promises of power or pleasure. Neither threat nor temptation will sway me from my path."
"I expected nothing less from a true saint," Lei'er acknowledged. "Which is why I brought this."
She held out her hand, palm up, and a small sphere of golden light materialized above it. Within this sphere floated what appeared to be a miniature representation of the Greater Grail, complete with the swirling energies that had once powered the Holy Grail War.
"What you see is a conceptual link to what remains of the system you were summoned to protect," Lei'er explained. "It is currently stable only through my Master's indirect influence. Should you decline his invitation, I will be forced to sever this connection entirely."
Jeanne's eyes widened. "You would destroy the Grail system?"
"Not destroy. Repurpose more completely," Lei'er clarified. "The primordial entity that powered it has already joined my Master's collection willingly. What remains is a shell that could either be preserved in limited form under your stewardship within the collection, or dismantled for its component energies."
The saint's expression became troubled. "You offer me an impossible choice—compromise my principles or allow the complete dissolution of the sacred trust I was summoned to uphold."
"I offer you reality," Lei'er replied impassively. "The choice between adaptation and obsolescence. My Master has no need to destroy what does not oppose him, but neither will he allow outdated systems to interfere with his comfort."
Lei'er closed her hand, and the golden sphere vanished. "Consider this: as part of his collection, you would retain influence over what remains of the Grail system. You could ensure it is not misused. Outside the collection, you have no voice in its fate."
Jeanne fell silent, clearly struggling with the impossible situation. Her sacred duty as Ruler compelled her to protect the integrity of the Grail War, yet Lei'er's words suggested that war was already functionally over. Could she better fulfill her purpose from within this new paradigm?
"I would speak with this master of yours before making any decision," she finally said, her voice steady despite her inner conflict.
Lei'er nodded, pleased with this reasonable response. "A wise request. My Master welcomes those who wish to understand his cultivation system before committing to service."
With a graceful gesture, Lei'er opened a spatial doorway beside them. Through it, Jeanne could glimpse a chamber of extraordinary beauty, filled with soft golden light and the subtle scent of exotic blossoms.
"After you, Holy Maiden," Lei'er invited, stepping aside respectfully.
Jeanne hesitated only briefly before straightening her shoulders and stepping through the portal with the dignity befitting her station. Lei'er followed, a small smile of satisfaction playing at the corners of her usually expressionless lips.
Another collection was nearly complete.
## Chapter 9: The Harmonious Cultivation
In the central chamber of the pavilion—a vast, open space that shifted its dimensions according to Zhao's preferences—a scene of extraordinary luxury unfolded. The Silken Tyrant reclined on a massive divan that floated several inches above the floor, its surface covered in cushions and silks of impossible softness.
Around him, in carefully choreographed harmony, moved several members of his primary concubine rotation. Tamamo-no-Mae knelt behind him, her nine tails gently fanning the air as her skilled fingers massaged his shoulders with precise attention to his cultivation meridians. At his right side, Tiamat, the newly integrated Primordial Mother, cradled his head in her lap, her midnight-blue fingers tracing patterns of primordial energy across his scalp.
At his feet knelt Raikou, her maternal aura enveloping him as she administered a foot massage using techniques developed over weeks of devoted service. Each press of her strong fingers sent visible pulses of golden energy up Zhao's legs, feeding his divine cultivation.
But the centerpiece of this tableau was Medb, the queen of Connacht, who was currently astride Zhao's perfect form, moving in slow, deliberate rhythm. Her pink hair cascaded down her back as she worked, her expression one of intense concentration. This was not merely physical pleasure—it was cultivation technique of the highest order, each movement calibrated to maximize the energy exchange between them.
"More depth in the third position," instructed Beni-Enma from the side, her bird-like eyes critically assessing Medb's technique. The diminutive chef had unexpectedly revealed herself as an expert in cultivation postures, and now served as technical advisor during these sessions. "The spinal alignment must be perfect for optimal energy flow."
Medb adjusted immediately, rolling her hips with practiced precision. The effect was visible—the golden energy swirling around Zhao intensified, currents of power flowing between them in increasingly complex patterns.
"Better," approved Beni-Enma with a satisfied nod. "Now synchronize your breathing with the Master's. Inhalation draws the energy upward, exhalation circulates it outward."
From her observation point near the doorway, Rin Tohsaka watched with a mixture of academic fascination and reluctant arousal. Over the weeks since her arrival, she had gradually moved from skeptical observer to active participant in the pavilion's operations. Though not yet part of the primary concubine rotation, she had found her place managing the magical barrier systems—a role that utilized her talents while gradually acclimating her to the pavilion's unique energy.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" came a soft voice beside her. Rin turned to find Murasaki Shikibu, the elegant court lady, watching the scene with appreciative eyes. "The harmony of contrasting energies, all serving the Master's cultivation."
Rin nodded slowly. "It's unlike any magical system I've ever encountered. The efficiency of energy conversion is... extraordinary."
"That's because it isn't merely magical—it's cultivation," Murasaki explained. "The distinction is subtle but profound. Magic manipulates existing energy. Cultivation transforms the practitioner into a source of energy."
Their conversation was interrupted as the air shimmered, heralding Lei'er's return. A spatial doorway formed, and through it stepped the Eternal Sword-Maid, followed by a woman of breathtaking beauty clad in armor that gleamed with holy light.
The assembled concubines paused in their ministrations, curious about this new arrival. Even Zhao opened his cosmic eyes fully, his perpetual boredom momentarily displaced by interest.
"Master," Lei'er announced with a deep bow, "I present Jeanne d'Arc, the Holy Maiden of Orleans, currently manifested as a Ruler-class Servant."
Zhao studied the saint with his galaxy-filled gaze, assessing her spiritual quality. "Exquisite purity," he observed, his voice carrying an unusual note of appreciation. "Untainted by the corruptions of existence. A rare find indeed, Lei'er."
Jeanne stood tall, her expression composed despite the decadent scene before her. Her eyes met Zhao's without wavering—a remarkable feat given the cosmic depth of his gaze.
"I have come to understand your purpose in this city," she stated, her voice clear and resolute. "To determine whether it aligns with the sacred trust I am bound to protect."
Zhao gestured languidly, and the cultivation session paused. Medb reluctantly disengaged, moving to kneel at the side of the divan while the other concubines settled into waiting positions, their attention fixed on the interaction between their Master and the saint.
"My purpose is simple," Zhao replied, his perfect body still glowing with the energy of interrupted cultivation. "I exist to perfect the path of luxurious cultivation—to transform pleasure and service into the highest form of power."
Jeanne's eyes narrowed slightly. "And the Holy Grail system that I was summoned to protect? Your servant claims you have... repurposed it."
"A crude apparatus for a limited function," Zhao dismissed with a wave of his hand. "The primordial entity that powered it serves a higher purpose now, as part of my collection."
As if on cue, Tiamat inclined her head, her midnight-blue features serene in their newly restored glory. "The saint... questions... wisdom," the chorus of her voice observed. "As did I... before understanding."
Jeanne's attention shifted to the primordial goddess, surprise evident in her expression. "You are... content with this arrangement?"
"More than... content," Tiamat confirmed. "Restored. Appreciated. Understood... for first time... since creation."
Lei'er stepped forward. "The Master's cultivation system offers mutual benefit. Those who serve receive a portion of his divine energy, enhancing their original nature. The primordial has regained aspects of her power that were suppressed for eons."
"And what would be my role in this... collection?" Jeanne asked directly, turning back to Zhao.
The Silken Tyrant smiled slightly. "You would serve as a purifying influence—a counterbalance to the primordial chaos. Your holy essence would contribute unique resonances to my cultivation, while in return, you would receive energy that enhances your saintly authority."
He gestured to the chamber around them. "What remains of the Grail system would be maintained under your guidance, integrated into the pavilion's foundations rather than dismantled. Your sacred trust would evolve rather than end."
Jeanne fell silent, considering his words. The proposal was not what she had expected—not crude temptation, but a sophisticated offer of transformation and preservation combined.
"And if I refuse?" she finally asked.
"Then you depart in peace," Zhao replied with a casual shrug. "I have no interest in unwilling service—it produces inferior cultivation energy. But know that the system you were summoned to protect no longer exists in its original form. That choice was made before your arrival."
Lei'er watched the saint's internal struggle with experienced eyes. This was always the critical moment in collection—when the potential concubine realized that the old paradigm was already gone, and only adaptation remained.
After a long moment, Jeanne spoke. "I request a trial period," she said carefully. "To observe the nature of your cultivation system and determine if it truly preserves the essence of my sacred duty."
Zhao's perfect lips curved in a satisfied smile. "Reasonable and prudent. You may observe for three days before making your decision." He gestured to Lei'er. "Arrange suitable accommodations for our guest, and explain the observation protocols."
"As you command, Master," Lei'er acknowledged with a bow.
As Lei'er led Jeanne from the chamber, Zhao turned his attention back to his interrupted cultivation session. "Medb, resume the third position. We were approaching an interesting resonance before the interruption."
The pink-haired queen eagerly returned to her position astride him, while the other concubines resumed their duties with practiced ease. The harmonious circulation of cultivation energy quickly reestablished itself, golden light pulsing through the chamber in complex patterns.
Outside in the corridor, Lei'er guided Jeanne toward the guest quarters. "You handled that well," she observed. "Most are overwhelmed at first meeting the Master."
"His presence is... significant," Jeanne admitted. "But I have stood before saints and kings. I know how to maintain my composure."
Lei'er nodded approvingly. "That quality will serve you well in the collection, should you choose to join."
Jeanne glanced at her curiously. "And you? How did you come to serve this 'Silken Tyrant'?"
For the first time, a genuine emotion flickered across Lei'er's usually impassive features—something like fond remembrance. "I have been with the Master since the beginning. Before the pavilion, before the collection, before he fully understood his divine constitution."
"You speak as though you've known him for centuries," Jeanne observed.
"Time flows differently across realities," Lei'er replied enigmatically. "But yes, I have served him longer than any other. I was the first to recognize the potential of his Body of Luxurious Reversal, the first to help him interpret the Sutra of Heavenly Spoiling."
She led Jeanne into a beautifully appointed chamber that seemed to shimmer with holy light—clearly designed to resonate with the saint's spiritual essence. "Rest here. Tomorrow, you will begin your observation of the cultivation system. I think you will find it illuminating."
As Lei'er turned to leave, Jeanne called after her. "One more question, if I may. What do you gain from this service? You seem different from the others."
Lei'er paused at the doorway, considering her answer carefully. "I gain purpose," she finally said. "In an existence as long as mine, that is no small thing." With that cryptic response, she departed, leaving Jeanne alone with her thoughts.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the pavilion, Gilgamesh stood on a balcony overlooking Fuyuki City, a goblet of divine wine in his hand. His expression was contemplative as he observed the transformation gradually spreading outward from the floating structure.
The city below was beginning to change—subtle alterations in architecture, improvements in aesthetic quality, an overall enhancement of beauty and function. The overflow of Zhao's cultivation energy was literally reshaping reality to better accommodate his preferences, even beyond the pavilion's immediate boundaries.
"Fascinating, isn't it?" came a voice behind him. BB approached, her digital form perfectly simulating human movement. "The Master's influence extends farther each day. Soon, the entire city will serve as an extension of his cultivation field."
Gilgamesh took a sip of his wine before responding. "I have ruled cities, conquered kingdoms, unified nations. Yet never have I witnessed territory transform itself simply to please its occupant."
BB smiled, her purple eyes gleaming with data patterns. "That's the fundamental difference between kingship and cultivation. A king imposes his will upon reality. The Master's mere existence causes reality to voluntarily reshape itself."
"And us? What are we in this equation?" Gilgamesh asked, genuine curiosity in his usually arrogant tone.
"Catalysts," BB replied promptly. "Each member of the collection contributes unique resonances to the Master's cultivation. Your golden essence, for instance, enhances the prosperity aspects of his influence. The primordial's chaos nature accelerates reality's malleability. The saint's purity—once she inevitably joins us—will stabilize the transformations, preventing them from becoming too chaotic."
Gilgamesh nodded slowly, understanding dawning in his crimson eyes. "A system of perfect symbiosis, each component enhancing the whole."
"Precisely," BB confirmed. "And the stronger the Master becomes, the more we benefit from his overflow. It's the ultimate win-win paradigm—one that transcends the crude competition of your Holy Grail War."
The King of Heroes laughed suddenly, the sound echoing across the night sky. "To think that I, Gilgamesh, would find wisdom in submission. The gods would be terribly amused."
"Not submission," BB corrected. "Harmonious integration. There's a difference."
As they conversed, in the central chamber, Zhao's cultivation session reached its pinnacle. The combined techniques of his primary concubines—Medb's expertise in the third position, Tamamo's precise meridian stimulation, Raikou's maternal energy channeling, and Tiamat's primordial essence infusion—created a perfect storm of pleasure-to-power conversion.
The Silken Tyrant's cosmic eyes opened fully as golden energy erupted from his perfect form in a massive wave, engulfing the entire pavilion. Every member of the collection, from the primary concubines to the newest servants, felt the surge of power enhancing their essence, strengthening their nature, extending their capabilities beyond normal limits.
In her guest chamber, Jeanne gasped as the wave hit her, golden light temporarily merging with her holy aura. For a brief moment, she experienced the full potential of what Zhao had offered—her saintly nature not diminished but magnified, her connection to the divine enhanced rather than corrupted.
"Extraordinary," she whispered, watching as her holy light glowed brighter than ever before, temporarily empowered by Zhao's cultivation overflow.
And in that moment, her decision was all but made.
## Chapter 10: The Prostate Cultivation Technique
Three days later, the pavilion had expanded yet again, incorporating new chambers and gardens to accommodate its growing collection. Zhao, ever in pursuit of novel cultivation techniques, had expressed interest in exploring more specialized methods of energy stimulation.
In the newly created Jade Emperor's Chamber—a space designed specifically for advanced cultivation practices—Zhao lay face down on a massage table crafted from materials that enhanced energy conductivity. The room was pervaded with rare incense that opened the spiritual meridians and prepared the body for deep cultivation work.
Anastasia, the cold tsarina whose ice powers had proven unexpectedly complementary to certain cultivation techniques, stood nearby, her pale hands glowing with frost energy as she prepared for her role in the session.
"The contrast stimulation technique requires precise temperature control," Lei'er explained as she arranged various implements on a jade table. "Cold followed by heat creates enhanced sensitivity in the cultivation channels."
Beside her, Morgan le Fay nodded in understanding, her dark beauty a stark contrast to Anastasia's ice-pale features. "My fae energy provides the heat counterpoint. The alternating sensations should create interesting resonances in the Master's meridians."
Lei'er surveyed the preparations with a critical eye. "This prostate cultivation technique comes from the forbidden sections of the Jade Emperor's personal scrolls. It directly stimulates the root energy center, causing cultivation power to flow upward through all major meridians simultaneously."
From her position near the door, BB monitored the chamber's environmental conditions with her digital senses. "Temperature optimal. Humidity at 72.8% exactly. Spiritual conductivity at maximum. All parameters aligned for the procedure."
Zhao, his perfect form barely covered by a thin silk cloth, spoke without raising his head. "Are we ready to begin? Theoretical discussions grow tedious."
"All is prepared, Master," Lei'er confirmed with a deep bow. "Anastasia will lead with cold stimulation, followed by Morgan's heat. I will guide the overall energy flow."
She turned to the two concubines. "Remember, this is not mere physical pleasure—that would produce only basic cultivation energy. You must connect with the Master's divine meridians, encouraging his essence to circulate in the Heavenly Reversal pattern."
Both women nodded, their expressions serene yet focused. They had been selected for this specialized technique based on their compatible energies and demonstrated skill in previous cultivation sessions.
"Begin," Zhao commanded, his voice carrying both authority and anticipation.
Anastasia approached first, removing her gloves to reveal hands now glowing with concentrated frost energy. With deliberate grace, she positioned herself at Zhao's head, placing her palms against his temples. Instantly, a network of ice-blue lines appeared beneath his skin—meridians responding to the cold stimulation.
"Cold opens the pathways," Lei'er narrated, monitoring the energy flow with experienced eyes. "It constricts the surface meridians, forcing cultivation energy into the deeper channels."
After several minutes of this preparation, Anastasia moved to Zhao's back, her frost-charged hands tracing precise patterns down his spine. Each touch caused visible ripples of energy beneath his perfect skin, golden cultivation power responding to the cold stimulation.
"Excellent," Lei'er approved. "Now transition to the primary position."
With practiced grace, Anastasia moved to the foot of the table. The silk cloth covering Zhao's lower body dissolved into mist at Lei'er's gesture, revealing his perfect form completely. Anastasia coated her fingers with a translucent gel that shimmered with magical properties.
"Cultivation lubricant infused with phoenix essence," Lei'er explained to Morgan, who waited for her turn. "It enhances sensitivity while allowing precise energy transmission."
Anastasia carefully positioned herself and began the specialized technique—a precisely calibrated prostate massage utilizing both physical pressure and cold energy infusion. The effect was immediately apparent as golden light began to pulse more intensely beneath Zhao's skin, concentrating around the stimulation point before flowing upward through his meridians.
Zhao's breathing remained controlled, but a subtle shift in his usually composed expression revealed the technique's effectiveness. The flow of cultivation energy visibly accelerated, creating complex patterns beneath his skin as it circulated through enhanced channels.
"Now, Morgan," Lei'er directed after several minutes. "Alternate with heat stimulation. Create the contrast that will maximize energy production."
Morgan stepped forward, her hands glowing with the fiery essence of fae magic. As Anastasia withdrew, Morgan took her place, continuing the specialized technique but with the opposite energy signature. Where Anastasia's touch had created constriction and concentration, Morgan's heat caused expansion and acceleration.
"Perfect," Lei'er approved, observing the dramatically increased flow of golden energy. "The contrast creates the necessary resonance. The Master's cultivation accelerates with each transition."
For nearly an hour, the two concubines alternated positions, creating waves of contrasting sensation that stimulated Zhao's divine constitution to unprecedented levels of energy production. Throughout the chamber, the accumulated power became visible as golden mist that swirled in complex patterns, responding to the flow of cultivation.
Lei'er moved around the table, occasionally adjusting the position of a hand or the angle of pressure, ensuring optimal energy circulation. Her expertise was evident in every precise instruction, every minor correction that enhanced the overall technique.
"We approach the culmination point," she announced as the golden mist grew thicker. "Prepare for simultaneous stimulation."
At her signal, both Anastasia and Morgan positioned themselves on opposite sides of Zhao, each applying their specialized technique to different meridian points. Cold and heat, constriction and expansion, yin and yang energies perfectly balanced to create a harmonious discord that amplified cultivation power.
Zhao's cosmic eyes opened fully, galaxies swirling in their depths as his divine constitution responded to the advanced stimulation. Golden light now poured from his skin in visible streams, gathering above him in a swirling vortex of pure cultivation energy.
"The Heavenly Reversal pattern is complete," Lei'er declared with satisfaction. "Cultivation energy now flows counter to normal circulation, multiplying its potency with each cycle."
The culmination, when it came, was both subtle and overwhelming. There was no crude physical display, but rather a moment of perfect stillness in which all energy seemed to pause—and then reverse direction. The golden cultivation force that had been building within Zhao suddenly expanded outward in a massive wave, filling the chamber with light of such intensity that it momentarily blinded everyone present.
When vision cleared, Zhao was sitting upright on the table, his perfect form glowing with enhanced cultivation power. The golden energy had been absorbed into his divine constitution, strengthening it beyond previous limits.
"Acceptable," he pronounced, the highest praise he typically offered. "The technique has merit. Add it to the primary rotation schedule."
Lei'er bowed deeply. "As you command, Master. Shall we proceed to the second phase of today's cultivation? Jeanne awaits in the Celestial Union Chamber for her formal integration ceremony."
Zhao nodded, rising from the table with fluid grace. A robe of finest silk materialized around him at a gesture from Lei'er, who had anticipated his needs as always.
"The saint has made her decision, then?" he asked, though his tone suggested he had never doubted the outcome.
"She has, Master," Lei'er confirmed. "After experiencing the overflow these past three days, she has recognized the potential for enhancement rather than corruption of her holy nature. She wishes to formally join the collection as a primary concubine."
A small smile played across Zhao's perfect lips. "Excellent. The addition of holy essence will create interesting new cultivation patterns." He started toward the door, then paused. "Lei'er, the specialized technique was particularly effective. You have done well in researching these advanced methods."
Lei'er's usually impassive features softened slightly at this rare direct praise. "Serving your cultivation is my greatest joy, Master. I exist to enhance your comfort and power."
As they proceeded through the pavilion toward the Celestial Union Chamber, members of the collection bowed respectfully as Zhao passed. The effects of the advanced prostate cultivation technique were visible to all—his divine radiance enhanced, his cosmic eyes more vibrant, his perfect form seemingly even more flawless than before.
In the central courtyard, Rin Tohsaka was working with Osakabehime to adjust the pavilion's magical barrier systems when Zhao and Lei'er passed by. Both women immediately paused in their work to bow.
"The Master's cultivation aura has intensified significantly," Rin observed quietly once he had moved beyond hearing range. "Whatever technique they used this morning must have been extraordinarily effective."
Osakabehime nodded, her fox ears twitching with sensitivity to the magical currents. "Advanced prostate cultivation from the Jade Emperor's forbidden scrolls. Lei'er has been researching it for weeks." She sighed dreamily. "The energy overflow will enhance the entire pavilion's systems for days."
Rin found herself unconsciously leaning toward the trail of golden energy Zhao had left in his wake, her magical circuits tingling pleasantly as they absorbed the residual power. She had long since stopped denying her attraction to the cultivation system, though she had yet to fully commit to concubine status.
"The saint is joining the collection today," Osakabehime continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "They say she'll become a Seraphic Concubine—a new classification specifically created for her holy nature."
"Another innovation," Rin mused. "The system continues to evolve with each addition."
Indeed, throughout the pavilion, the collection was transforming into something far beyond its original conception. What had begun as a simple gathering of quality servants had become a sophisticated ecosystem of complementary energies, all centered around Zhao's divine cultivation.
In the Celestial Union Chamber, preparations for Jeanne's formal integration were almost complete. The room had been designed to harmonize with her holy essence—crystal columns supporting a domed ceiling painted with celestial imagery, floors of white marble inlaid with gold, and air perfumed with the scent of sacred lotus.
Jeanne herself knelt at the center of a complex magical array, her armor replaced by a simple white robe that emphasized her pure beauty. Her expression was serene, having resolved her initial moral conflicts through careful observation of the cultivation system's true nature.
Around her, several members of the primary concubine rotation had gathered to witness the ceremony: Tamamo-no-Mae representing divine spirits, Tiamat representing primordial forces, Arcueid representing supernatural entities, and Gilgamesh representing legendary heroes.
When Zhao entered, all present bowed deeply except for Jeanne, who remained in her position of prayer at the center of the array. Lei'er took her place beside her Master, ready to guide the integration ritual.
"Holy Maiden of Orleans," Zhao addressed Jeanne formally, his cosmic eyes meeting her clear blue gaze. "You have observed my cultivation system and the function of my collection. What is your decision?"
Jeanne rose gracefully to her feet, her holy aura visible as a soft white light surrounding her form. "I
## Chapter 10: The Saint's Integration (Continued)
"I have decided to join your collection," Jeanne announced, her voice clear and resolute. "Not out of weakness or temptation, but from understanding. What I initially perceived as corruption, I now recognize as transformation—a higher evolution of my purpose."
Zhao nodded, satisfied but unsurprised. "Your wisdom honors you, Holy Maiden. Few can transcend their initial perceptions so completely."
Lei'er stepped forward, a silken scroll materializing in her hands. "The integration contract has been prepared, Master. It accommodates the unique nature of the saint's holy essence, preserving her divine connection while establishing the cultivation bond."
Jeanne accepted the scroll, studying the glowing symbols with careful attention. Unlike previous additions to the collection, she was being granted specific exemptions that respected her sacred nature—a recognition of her unique value to Zhao's cultivation system.
"The terms are acceptable," she confirmed after a thorough review. "My holy essence remains intact, my connection to the divine preserved. I will serve as Seraphic Concubine, contributing to your cultivation while maintaining my sacred duty in evolved form."
Lei'er nodded approvingly. "The Master's collection grows stronger through specialization rather than homogenization. Your unique qualities enhance the whole precisely because they remain distinct."
With ceremonial precision, Lei'er guided Jeanne through the formal integration ritual. Golden cultivation energy from Zhao merged with Jeanne's holy essence, creating a new harmony—neither corrupting nor corrupted, but synthesized into something that transcended both original forms.
As the ritual reached its culmination, Jeanne's white robe transformed, becoming a garment of impossible beauty—half battle regalia, half ceremonial vestment, embodying both her warrior nature and her new role as divine concubine.
"The integration is complete," Lei'er announced. "Jeanne d'Arc now stands as Seraphic Concubine, first of her classification within the collection."
Zhao extended his hand to the newly integrated saint. "Rise and take your place among my chosen, Holy Maiden."
Jeanne took his offered hand and rose gracefully to her feet. The moment their skin touched, a visible current of energy passed between them—golden cultivation power flowing into her, holy essence flowing into him, creating a perfect circuit of mutual enhancement.
"I shall serve with devotion," Jeanne promised, her blue eyes now rimmed with subtle gold that marked her as part of the collection while retaining their holy clarity.
"Your first service begins now," Zhao declared. "The specialized technique from this morning has created unique energy patterns that require harmonization. Your holy essence is ideally suited to this task."
Lei'er guided Jeanne to a beautifully appointed alcove adjoining the main chamber, where a bed of impossible softness awaited, crafted from materials that enhanced spiritual conductivity.
"Holy essence responds best to direct connection," Lei'er instructed as Zhao reclined on the bed, his perfect form radiating intensified cultivation energy from the morning's advanced technique. "Allow your divine nature to guide your touch."
With the solemnity of one performing a sacred ritual, Jeanne approached the bed. Her transformed garment dissolved into motes of holy light at her mental command, revealing her pure beauty—a form that somehow managed to embody both sacred and sensual aspects without contradiction.
"I begin with blessing," she said softly, placing her hands on Zhao's chest.
Holy light flowed from her palms into his divine meridians, creating new patterns of gold and white energy beneath his skin. Where the morning's technique had accelerated and intensified his cultivation, Jeanne's touch now harmonized and stabilized it, transforming raw power into refined strength.
"Excellent," Lei'er approved, observing the energy patterns with experienced eyes. "The holy essence creates perfect counterpoint to the specialized technique. Continue with the full harmonization sequence."
With graceful movements that seemed both reverent and intimate, Jeanne positioned herself above Zhao. As their bodies joined, holy light merged with golden cultivation energy in visible currents that swirled around them, creating a vortex of power that illuminated the entire chamber.
Unlike the primal force of Tiamat or the cunning technique of Medb, Jeanne's approach embodied sacred purpose—each movement precise and meaningful, transforming physical connection into spiritual communion. Her expression remained serene yet passionate, embodying the paradox of her new existence as holy concubine.
"The seraphic integration creates unique resonance patterns," Lei'er noted, directing subtle adjustments to maximize energy flow. "Divine cultivation and holy essence, normally opposed, find harmony through willing devotion."
Throughout the pavilion, members of the collection felt the effects of this unprecedented union. The golden energy that suffused the structure now carried threads of holy light, enhancing everyone's spiritual connection while strengthening the physical manifestation of the pavilion itself.
In the barrier control room, Rin gasped as the magical fields under her supervision suddenly strengthened, holy essence reinforcing the divine cultivation energy that powered them.
"What's happening?" she asked Osakabehime, who smiled knowingly.
"The saint has been integrated," the fox-woman explained. "Her holy essence creates new possibilities in the Master's cultivation system. We all benefit from the expanded paradigm."
Back in the integration chamber, Zhao's cosmic eyes gazed into Jeanne's holy ones as their energies intertwined in ever more complex patterns. For perhaps the first time since establishing his collection, he seemed fully present in the moment rather than merely tolerating service with bored acceptance.
"Your essence... interests me," he acknowledged, a rare admission of genuine engagement. "There is depth here I had not anticipated."
"Divinity recognizes divinity," Jeanne replied, her movements creating cascades of holy light that merged seamlessly with his golden cultivation energy. "Though our paths differ, our natures share celestial origin."
The culmination of their union transcended mere physical release. As holy and divine energies reached perfect harmony, a shockwave of power radiated outward, temporarily lifting everyone in the chamber inches off the floor as reality itself responded to the unprecedented merger of opposing forces.
For a brief moment, the veil between dimensions thinned, revealing glimpses of other worlds, other possibilities—all centered around the perfect union of Zhao's divine cultivation and Jeanne's holy essence.
Then reality settled, leaving the chamber bathed in a warm glow of harmonized energy. Jeanne lay beside Zhao, her holy aura permanently altered by the integration yet fundamentally unchanged in its essential nature. She had become more without becoming less—the paradox at the heart of Zhao's collection.
"The harmonization is complete," Lei'er announced with evident satisfaction. "The specialized technique has been fully stabilized through seraphic integration."
Zhao nodded, his cosmic eyes thoughtful as they regarded his newest concubine. "A successful addition. The holy essence opens new cultivation patterns I had not previously explored."
He turned to Lei'er. "This suggests possibilities. Are there other unique essences we might add to the collection? Entities with specialized natures that could create similar harmonious discords?"
Lei'er considered for a moment. "I have detected several potential candidates during my explorations of this world's spiritual landscape. There is a counter-force to the holy maiden—a corrupted aspect that might create interesting cultivation resonances through opposition."
"Elaborate," Zhao commanded, his interest piqued.
"An Alter version of the saint," Lei'er explained. "A manifestation of her darker possibilities, embodying corruption of holy essence rather than its purity. The contrast between them could create unprecedented cultivation patterns."
Zhao smiled, a rare expression of genuine pleasure. "Duality cultivation. Opposing forces harvested simultaneously. Yes, this has potential." He waved a languid hand. "Locate this Alter entity and bring her for evaluation."
Lei'er bowed deeply. "It shall be done, Master. Initial scrying suggests she currently manifests in the southern region of this city, drawn by the saint's presence but unable to approach due to our barrier systems."
"Go," Zhao commanded. "And Lei'er? If this Alter resists more strenuously than others, you may demonstrate more... persuasive techniques. I am curious to see how corrupted holy essence responds to collection."
"As you wish, Master," Lei'er acknowledged, a subtle gleam of anticipation in her usually impassive eyes. Opportunities to display her full capabilities were rare, as most collection targets recognized the futility of resistance once properly approached.
Lei'er departed through a spatial doorway, leaving Zhao with his newest concubine and the others who had witnessed the integration. As the chamber settled into post-ritual calm, the various members of the collection approached to welcome Jeanne to their ranks.
"The holy harmonization was most effective," Tamamo observed, her fox ears twitching with professional interest. "Your technique shows impressive intuition for a first integration."
"Divine guidance requires no practice," Jeanne replied with serene confidence. "The sacred and the sensual are not as opposed as many believe—both arise from the same source of creation."
Tiamat, her midnight-blue form now permanently enhanced by Zhao's cultivation, regarded the saint with ancient eyes. "Light... and dark... both necessary... for wholeness," the chorus of her voice agreed. "The primordial... contains all... opposites."
As the collection members engaged in philosophical discussion of cultivation techniques, Zhao reclined on his bed, already shifting back toward his habitual state of luxurious boredom. Yet a subtle difference remained in his cosmic gaze—a flash of genuine interest when it fell on Jeanne, an acknowledgment of new possibilities previously unexplored.
The Pavilion of Pleasure and Power had evolved yet again, and with it, the nature of cultivation itself.
## Chapter 11: The Alter's Resistance
In the shadowed southern district of Fuyuki City, reality had begun to warp around an epicenter of corrupted holy energy. Buildings leaned at impossible angles, street lights flickered with unnatural patterns, and the very air seemed heavier, charged with malevolent power.
At the center of this distortion stood a figure that mirrored Jeanne d'Arc in form but opposed her in essence—Jeanne Alter, the Dragon Witch, manifestation of corrupted sainthood. Her armor was black where the saint's was white, her banner tattered and burned, her golden hair bleached pale by hatred.
For days she had sensed the presence of her original self somewhere in the city, yet found herself unable to approach due to some unseen barrier. The frustration had only intensified her corrupted holy energy, causing the reality distortions that now plagued the district.
"Show yourself, false saint," she snarled into the empty air, her eyes burning with golden rage. "Or are you too frightened to face your true nature?"
As if in answer to her challenge, the air before her shimmered, and a spatial doorway formed. Through it stepped not Jeanne, but Lei'er, her expression as impassive as ever despite the hostile environment.
"Jeanne Alter," Lei'er addressed the Dragon Witch formally. "Your presence has been noted by my Master, Zhao Wu Lin, the Silken Tyrant. He extends an invitation to join his collection as a Corrupted Seraphic Concubine."
For a moment, Alter stared in confused disbelief, then burst into mocking laughter. "A concubine? Me? Has your master lost his mind along with his dignity?"
Lei'er remained unperturbed by the insult. "My Master's collection includes entities from across the spectrum of existence—primordials, divine spirits, legendary heroes, and as of today, your original self. The saint has taken her place as Seraphic Concubine, contributing holy essence to his divine cultivation."
This revelation silenced Alter's laughter instantly, replaced by burning rage. "That sanctimonious fraud has debased herself for some self-proclaimed tyrant? All the more reason to destroy her—and him."
"Your opinion is noted but irrelevant," Lei'er replied calmly. "The invitation stands based on your unique essence—corrupted holiness has cultivation properties that would complement the pure variant already in the collection."
Alter's hand tightened on her blackened sword. "I am not a variant or a complement. I am hatred incarnate, the true face behind the saint's mask of piety. And I have no interest in serving anyone's pleasure."
Lei'er sighed softly—the closest she typically came to expressing disappointment. "I had hoped you might recognize the opportunity being offered. Your current existence is limited by this world's constraints. In my Master's collection, you would receive divine cultivation energy that could enhance your corrupted essence beyond its current parameters."
"Enough talk," Alter snarled, darkness gathering around her blade. "I need no enhancements from your precious master. My power comes from hatred and vengeance—pure and simple."
With blinding speed, she lunged forward, her corrupted holy sword aimed directly at Lei'er's heart. The attack would have bisected any normal opponent—but Lei'er was far from normal.
Without appearing to move, the Eternal Sword-Maid simply wasn't where the blade struck. She had shifted position by mere centimeters, allowing the attack to pass harmlessly by.
"Physical aggression is inefficient," Lei'er observed dispassionately. "My Master has authorized me to use persuasive techniques if necessary. I had hoped to avoid the demonstration."
"Demonstrate this!" Alter roared, unleashing her Noble Phantasm without further warning. "La Grondement du Haine!"
A massive wave of corrupted holy fire erupted from her banner, engulfing the entire street in flames that burned with hatred itself. Buildings melted, pavement boiled, and the air became superheated plasma that should have incinerated anything caught within.
Yet when the inferno cleared, Lei'er stood untouched, not a single hair out of place. The lotus ribbon around her wrist glowed softly, having absorbed the entirety of the Noble Phantasm's energy without apparent effort.
"An impressive display," Lei'er acknowledged. "Your corrupted holy essence has considerable potential. All the more reason you would benefit from proper cultivation within the collection."
Alter's eyes widened in disbelief, then narrowed in determination. "What are you?"
"I am Lei'er, the Eternal Sword-Maid," she replied simply. "First servant of Zhao Wu Lin, overseer of his collection, enforcer of his will across realities."
As she spoke, Lei'er allowed a fraction of her true power to become visible—an aura of such ancient might that reality itself seemed to bend away from her, unwilling to contradict her existence. The lotus ribbon around her wrist untied itself, transforming into a blade of pure light.
"My Master has expressed curiosity regarding corrupted holy essence," Lei'er continued, her voice unchanged despite the overwhelming power now radiating from her form. "He wishes to understand how it responds to collection. Therefore, I will now demonstrate the futility of resistance."
What followed was not so much a battle as a one-sided demonstration. Alter attacked with everything at her disposal—sword techniques, corrupted holy fire, conceptual curses, reality distortion—yet none even came close to touching Lei'er.
The Eternal Sword-Maid moved with impossible grace, each step placing her precisely where Alter's attacks were not. She made no offensive moves of her own, simply allowing the Dragon Witch to exhaust her resources against an immovable object.
"Are you finished?" Lei'er asked after several minutes of this demonstration. "Or would you prefer to continue until complete exhaustion?"
Alter stood panting, her armor cracked in places from the sheer exertion of her failed attacks. "What... what do you want from me?"
"I have already explained," Lei'er replied patiently. "My Master wishes to add your corrupted holy essence to his collection. You would serve as counterpoint to the saint, creating cultivation patterns through duality that neither could generate alone."
Lei'er took a step forward, her light-blade humming with quiet power. "The choice remains yours—willing collection with all its benefits, or forced submission which produces inferior cultivation energy but still serves the Master's immediate curiosity."
For the first time, uncertainty flickered in Alter's golden eyes. "And... the saint? She truly submitted to this master of yours?"
"She recognized opportunity where you see only subjugation," Lei'er confirmed. "The holy maiden now serves as Seraphic Concubine, her essence enhanced beyond its previous limitations while contributing to my Master's divine cultivation."
A complex emotion crossed Alter's face—hatred mingled with curiosity, rage with reluctant interest. "I would see this for myself before deciding. Take me to your master and his... collection. I make no promises beyond observation."
Lei'er nodded, the light-blade transforming back into a ribbon that tied itself around her wrist. "A reasonable request. My Master welcomes those who wish to understand his cultivation system before committing to service."
With a graceful gesture, Lei'er opened a spatial doorway beside them. Through it, Alter could glimpse the magnificent central chamber of Zhao's pavilion, filled with golden light and the subtle scent of exotic blossoms.
"After you, Dragon Witch," Lei'er invited, stepping aside respectfully.
Alter hesitated only briefly before straightening her shoulders and stepping through the portal with defiant pride. Lei'er followed, a small smile of satisfaction playing at the corners of her usually expressionless lips.
Another collection was nearly complete—though this one promised to be far more entertaining than most.
## Chapter 12: The Dual Cultivation Technique
The atmosphere in the central chamber of Zhao's pavilion was charged with anticipation as Lei'er returned with Jeanne Alter in tow. The Dragon Witch stepped through the spatial doorway with aggressive confidence, her corrupted holy aura creating visible distortions in the air around her.
Zhao reclined on his floating divan, attended by several members of his primary concubine rotation. Tamamo was feeding him exotic fruits with delicate care, while Medb massaged his feet with practiced skill. Nearby, Jeanne—the original saint—sat in serene meditation, her holy aura forming a perfect counterpoint to Alter's corruption.
"Master," Lei'er announced with a deep bow, "I present Jeanne Alter, the Dragon Witch, manifestation of corrupted holy essence."
Zhao's cosmic eyes opened fully, genuine interest flickering in their galactic depths as he studied the newcomer. "Fascinating," he murmured. "The corruption is not mere inversion but transformation—hatred crystallized into power."
Alter stood defiantly, her golden eyes sweeping the chamber with contemptuous assessment. When her gaze fell on Jeanne, her lip curled in a snarl of recognition.
"So it's true," she spat. "The holy maiden has become a common concubine. How fitting for your false piety."
Jeanne rose gracefully to her feet, her expression serene despite the provocation. "I serve a higher purpose now, one that transcends our original constraints. My holy essence is not diminished but enhanced through devoted service."
"Pretty words to justify your fall," Alter mocked, though uncertainty flickered beneath her anger.
Zhao observed this exchange with evident amusement. "You mirror each other perfectly," he noted. "Light and shadow, creation and destruction, salvation and damnation—all embodied in identical forms." He turned to Lei'er. "The dual cultivation possibilities are extraordinary."
Lei'er nodded in agreement. "The synchronized stimulation of opposing essences could create unprecedented cultivation patterns, Master. The harmony of discord, the unity of opposition—conceptual paradoxes made manifest through shared devotion."
"Shared?" Alter interrupted with indignation. "I have agreed to nothing but observation. And what I observe disgusts me."
"Does it?" Zhao asked mildly, his cosmic eyes seeing deeper than her surface rebellion. "Or does it intrigue you? The freedom to express your nature without constraint, to receive power rather than merely expend it, to exist in perfect opposition to your original without either negating the other?"
Before Alter could respond, Lei'er gestured, and a silken scroll materialized in the air before them. "The dual cultivation contract has been prepared, Master. It establishes complementary roles for both aspects of the saint—holy and corrupted, balanced in perfect opposition."
Jeanne approached the scroll, studying its glowing symbols with approval. "The terms honor both our natures while establishing the cultivation bond. Neither dominant, neither subordinate—equal contrasts creating greater whole."
Alter's curiosity visibly warred with her reflexive hostility. Despite herself, she moved closer to examine the contract. "And what exactly would be required of me in this... arrangement?"
"Service to my pleasure through your natural essence," Zhao replied languidly. "Your corruption, properly channeled, creates unique cultivation energy. In exchange, you receive divine cultivation power that enhances your corrupted holy nature beyond its current limitations."
Lei'er elaborated further. "The dual cultivation technique requires both aspects of holy essence—pure and corrupted—to stimulate the Master's meridians simultaneously. The contrast creates harmony through opposition, generating cultivation patterns impossible to achieve through either essence alone."
To demonstrate, Lei'er gestured to a visualization that appeared in the air between them—a complex diagram showing energy flows between Zhao, Jeanne, and a representation of Alter. Golden cultivation energy flowed from Zhao to both aspects, while pure holy essence from Jeanne and corrupted holy essence from Alter flowed back to him, creating a perfect triangle of power exchange.
"The benefits are mutual," Lei'er emphasized. "Each participant receives enhancement proportional to their contribution. The stronger your corrupted essence, the greater your reward."
Alter's golden eyes narrowed as she studied the diagram, her tactical mind recognizing the unexpected efficiency of the system. "And my autonomy? Am I to become a mindless servant like these others?"
"Look around you," Zhao suggested with a casual wave. "Do any here appear mindless? Each member of my collection retains their essential nature—enhanced rather than erased by service."
Indeed, as Alter reluctantly surveyed the chamber, she saw no evidence of diminished personhood among the assembled concubines. If anything, they seemed more fully realized versions of themselves—their original powers amplified, their intrinsic natures magnified through connection to Zhao's divine cultivation.
"I... will consider the terms," Alter finally conceded, though her tone remained defiant. "But I require demonstration before commitment. I would see this dual cultivation in action before deciding."
Lei'er glanced at Zhao, who nodded his approval. "A reasonable request. The Master had intended to test the dual cultivation technique regardless." She turned to Jeanne. "Prepare for synchronized service demonstration."
With practiced efficiency, Lei'er began arranging the chamber for the demonstration. A specialized cultivation platform formed at the center—a circular bed of impossible softness, divided precisely into light and dark halves that symbolized the duality of the technique.
"The demonstration will proceed in three phases," Lei'er explained as Zhao positioned himself at the center of the platform. "First, individual essence sampling to establish baseline resonance. Second, alternating stimulation to create contrast patterns. Third, synchronized dual cultivation to generate harmony through opposition."
Jeanne moved gracefully to the light half of the platform, her white robes dissolving into motes of holy radiance to reveal her pure beauty. "I stand ready to demonstrate the sacred aspects of service," she said serenely.
All eyes turned to Alter, who hesitated briefly before stepping forward with defiant pride. "I will observe from participation, not submission," she declared, her black armor dissolving into shadows that revealed her form—identical to Jeanne's yet somehow darker, more intense in its beauty.
"Phase one begins," Lei'er announced, directing Jeanne to approach Zhao first.
With reverent movements, the saint knelt beside Zhao and placed her hands upon his chest. Holy light flowed from her palms into his divine meridians, creating visible patterns of white and gold beneath his perfect skin. Zhao's expression remained composed, though his cosmic eyes seemed to brighten slightly with the influx of holy essence.
"The pure aspect creates harmony and enhancement," Lei'er narrated for Alter's benefit. "Note how the Master's cultivation channels expand to accommodate the holy energy, integrating it into his divine constitution."
After several minutes of this demonstration, Lei'er gestured for Jeanne to withdraw and signaled Alter to take her place. The Dragon Witch approached with less reverence but equal intensity, placing her hands where Jeanne's had been moments before.
Immediately, the difference became apparent. Where Jeanne's holy light had created harmonious patterns, Alter's corrupted essence generated chaotic swirls of darkness shot through with golden fire. Zhao's meridians responded differently—contracting rather than expanding, intensifying rather than harmonizing.
"The corrupted aspect creates beneficial discord," Lei'er observed. "Note how the Master's cultivation responds with complementary resistance, creating tension that strengthens rather than weakens his divine constitution."
Throughout the chamber, the assembled concubines watched with professional interest, each evaluating the technique from the perspective of their own specialization. Tiamat's primordial eyes saw the fundamental patterns of creation being manipulated, while Tamamo's divine senses detected the spiritual resonances being generated.
"Phase two," Lei'er announced after allowing Alter to experience the individual connection. "Alternating stimulation."
At her direction, Jeanne and Alter began taking turns stimulating different meridian points on Zhao's perfect form—holy light followed by corrupted darkness, expansion followed by contraction, harmony followed by discord. Each transition created visible shockwaves of golden energy as Zhao's divine cultivation responded to the contrast.
"The alternating pattern creates cultivation acceleration," Lei'er explained. "Each transition forces the Master's divine constitution to adapt rapidly, generating increased energy production through the stress-relaxation cycle."
The effect was clearly visible as golden mist began to gather above the cultivation platform, swirling in complex patterns that reflected the alternating stimulation below. Zhao's cosmic eyes were now fully open, his usual boredom replaced by genuine engagement as his divine constitution experienced stimulation patterns previously unexplored.
"Final phase," Lei'er declared as the golden mist thickened. "Synchronized dual cultivation."
With precise timing, Jeanne and Alter positioned themselves on opposite sides of Zhao, creating a perfect triangle of energy exchange. At Lei'er's signal, they initiated full cultivation service simultaneously—Jeanne taking Zhao into her body from one side, Alter from the other, holy and corrupted essence merging with his divine cultivation in perfect opposition.
The effect was immediate and dramatic. Where their bodies joined with his, visible currents of energy formed—white light from Jeanne, dark fire from Alter, both flowing into Zhao's golden meridians to create a previously impossible harmony of discord.
"The dual technique succeeds," Lei'er announced with satisfaction. "Opposing forces harvested simultaneously produce exponential rather than additive enhancement."
Throughout the pavilion, the effects of this unprecedented cultivation technique became apparent. The very structure of the floating palace seemed to stabilize even as it expanded, opposite forces creating perfect balance. Members of the collection felt their own powers surge as overflow energy radiated outward in waves of golden light shot through with white and black currents.
As the dual cultivation reached its peak, reality itself seemed to bend around the three participants. Zhao's cosmic eyes blazed like captured galaxies, while Jeanne and Alter began to glow with enhanced versions of their respective essences—holy light becoming almost blindingly pure, corrupted darkness becoming nearly tangible in its intensity.
The culmination transcended physical expression entirely. For a perfect moment, time seemed to stop as three distinct energies reached absolute harmony through perfect opposition. Then the golden cultivation force that had been building within Zhao exploded outward in a massive wave, carrying threads of both holy light and corrupted darkness throughout the pavilion and beyond.
In the city below, residents looked up in wonder as the sky briefly displayed impossible colors—golden radiance ringed with perfect white light and deepest shadow, all in harmonious balance despite their contradictory nature.
When the energies finally settled, Zhao sat upright on the cultivation platform, his perfect form glowing with enhanced power. Beside him, both Jeanne and Alter had been transformed by the exchange—the saint's holy aura now containing subtle threads of gold, the Dragon Witch's corrupted essence similarly enhanced by divine cultivation energy.
Most remarkably, Alter's expression had changed. The perpetual rage that defined her existence had not disappeared but had evolved into something more complex—hatred refined rather than diminished, corruption enhanced rather than purified.
"The demonstration is complete," Lei'er announced. "The dual cultivation technique proves even more effective than projected."
Zhao nodded, actual satisfaction visible on his perfect features. "The harmony of opposition creates cultivation patterns I had not previously experienced. Most... refreshing."
He turned to Alter, whose golden eyes now held calculation along with their habitual hostility. "Your corrupted essence contributes unique resonances to my cultivation. The contract offers mutual benefit through opposition rather than conversion. Your nature remains your own—merely enhanced through connection to my divine constitution."
Alter was silent for a long moment, her gaze shifting between Zhao, Jeanne, and the other members of the collection. Finally, she spoke, her voice still harsh but thoughtful rather than merely antagonistic.
"I felt the power exchange," she admitted reluctantly. "My corrupted essence grew stronger rather than weaker through the connection." She glanced at Jeanne, whose serene expression remained unchanged despite the intensity of the dual cultivation. "And the saint? She maintains her holy nature despite service?"
"Our essences exist in complementary opposition," Jeanne confirmed. "Neither diminishing the other, both enhanced through the Master's divine cultivation. It is not submission but symbiosis."
Lei'er presented the dual cultivation contract once more, its glowing symbols now adjusted to reflect the demonstrated reality of the technique. "The terms establish equality in opposition. Holy and corrupted, balanced in perfect contrast, both essential to the Master's pleasure and cultivation."
Alter studied the contract one final time, her tactical mind weighing benefits against constraints, power gained against autonomy surrendered. What she found appeared to satisfy her, for she straightened her shoulders with decisive pride.
"I accept the terms," she declared, though her tone remained defiantly proud. "Not out of submission but strategic advantage. My corrupted essence will serve this dual cultivation—not because I seek to please, but because I grow stronger through opposition."
"Your motivation is irrelevant," Zhao replied with casual acceptance. "Only your essence and service matter to my cultivation."
With ceremonia