Chapter 10 – Baptism of Yin: The First Ritual
Chapter 10 – Baptism of Yin: The First Ritual
The corridor leading to the Inner Sanctum was dimly lit, the soft glow of jade lanterns casting shadows that danced along the walls. The scent of exotic incense hung in the air—a rich, intoxicating mix of lotus and sandalwood—designed to calm the mind… and awaken desire.
Shen Tian walked in measured strides, feeling the pulsing heat of the mark on his hand. It wasn't pain—it was power waiting to be claimed.
Xiao Mei led the way, her figure wrapped in deep crimson silk, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. Every step she took was deliberate, teasing, as if testing his control.
She glanced over her shoulder, her violet eyes glinting with amusement. "Feeling anything… different yet?"
Shen Tian smirked. "Should I?"
Xiao Mei chuckled, the sound smooth as flowing wine. "You will."
The hallway opened into a grand chamber, bathed in the glow of crimson and gold lanterns. The ceiling was adorned with silken veils, drifting as if moved by an unseen breeze.
And there, waiting within the chamber…
Women.
At least a dozen disciples of the sect, their robes cut low, exposing smooth, pale skin that shimmered under the soft light. Their eyes held the same alluring glow as the Matriarch's—a gaze that promised both pleasure and power.
At the center of the room stood Elder Lan Rui, a woman whose beauty was sharp as a blade, her long, dark hair cascading over her bare shoulders.
She was the overseer of the sect's Yin Rituals.
And tonight… Shen Tian was the chosen initiate.
Elder Lan Rui stepped forward, the soft clink of her golden anklets echoing as she circled him, her gaze sharp and assessing.
"The Pact has been made," she murmured. "Now, it must be consummated."
Shen Tian's pulse remained steady, but the air in the chamber felt thicker, charged, as if the very walls were soaked in desire and cultivation.
Elder Lan Rui reached out, trailing a single finger down his chest, her touch cool yet igniting something primal. "You are no longer an outsider," she said. "From this moment on, your path is tied to the Dual Cultivation Sect. And to walk this path…"
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.
"You must learn the true essence of Yin and Yang."
A whisper of silk, the soft rustle of robes slipping to the floor.
The ritual had begun.
Shen Tian felt the pure Yin energy surging toward him, offered freely by the women of the sect. Their gazes held expectation, a silent challenge—could he handle it?
A test of control. A trial of dominance.
His smirk deepened.
"Then let's begin."