Immortal Only Accepts Female Disciples

Chapter 58: Irrational

Lin Qingcheng felt the illusion spiritual energy wash over her. She blinked and the stadium melted away only to be replaced by the familiar sight of her bedroom at the sect. It was night time and everything was quiet. She found her clothes had also changed into a very thin set of silk undergarments. Apparently it was her night to be with her master as she always liked to be prepared.

As if on cue, a warm spiritual energy embraced her. Her master, Chen Wentian, appeared seemingly out of thin air. She stared adoringly at his handsome face. He had a devilish smile which made him even more attractive. She hugged him as she met his lips for a kiss.

Lin Qingcheng quite enjoyed this illusion. It felt so real, the way his tongue explored hers, his hot touch across her back, his hard thing poking her stomach. She continued the kiss as she m.o.a.ned and bucked her h.i.p.s against his thigh. Her clit sending shock ways through her body as she rubbed it against him.

After a few seconds, she unexpectedly felt his hands slide over her butt and spread apart her cheeks. Before she could react, a rogue finger poked at her puckered hole.

"Master!" Lin Qingcheng cried in shock as she jumped back from Chen Wentian.

If he was an average human, he would have already been thrown into the next room.

Chen Wentian laughed, "What's wrong, Qingcheng? Weren't you prepared?"

"No, no, no! This is wrong!" Lin Qingcheng retreated as she shook her head in disbelief. She clutched her backside protectively as she backed up until she hit the wall. Her face was one of complete terror.

Chen Wentian frowned. "You promised we could try it."

"No! Never! I never promised anything!" Lin Qingcheng yelled as she turned and ran out of the room in panic.

Some fears are deep seating in a person's upbringing. It could be trauma from their childhood. Or it could be instilled in them through training or teaching. They could also be scared of death, for themselves or for their loved ones.

However, there is also another kind of fear called irrational fear. Some people are scared of heights, some people are scared of spiders, and Lin Qingcheng was scared of anal s.e.x. She had heard of such acts from the p.r.o.s.t.i.t.u.t.es she saved and about how painful it was. They also described how men who experienced it would always come back asking for more and it would be painful every time. Hearing these things gave her an irrational fear that one day, her master would ask the same of her. It was dirty. It was unnatural!

She sprinted at full speed, using all of the strength that the 10th Level of the Mind Focusing Realm afforded. Lin Qingcheng didn't get far before she was swept into the air by Chen Wentian.

"Naughty girl, don't run." He teased as he held her tight, his hands roaming back to her behind. "Hahaha, this tight little hole will be mine tonight!"

"No! Let me go!" Lin Qingcheng squirmed in his arms, tears spilling from her eyes. This wasn't her master, her master wouldn't do such a thing! "Please, let me go!"

She became more and more panicked as she felt his hands move lower and lower. She struggled with all her might but she couldn't move. She sobbed as she felt a fingertip caress the place she feared for. It was all over, her life was over!

"Waahhh!" She broke down in despair, sobbing uncontrollably.

She didn't notice that the illusion had melted away and she had been returned to the platform.

"Lin Qingcheng, 53 seconds!"

Chen Wentian, the real one, slapped his forehead in chagrin. Her score was one of the worst! Most of the competitors managed above one minute at least. He saw that she was still sobbing and wailing on the stage for some reason so he used his spiritual force to grab her from the stage.

"Shh. Hey, Qingcheng, wake up!" He said hugged her gently.

Lin Qingcheng seemed to awake from her haze but as soon as she saw that face in front of her...

"Get away from me!" She shrieked as she pushed him away and ran away.

"What?" Chen Wentian was dumbfounded.

He looked at Zhou Ziyun and Wu Qianyu besides him for help. They both had no clue as well.

"Master, I'll go talk to her, Sister Ziyun still has to compete." Wu Qianyu said and chased after the receding figure.

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Chen Wentian and Zhou Ziyun stayed near the stage, watching the event quickly finish. Most competitors weren't able to last very long, none more than two minutes. The spiritual illusion array was way too powerful for Mind Focusing Realm cultivators. The Glacier Sect, on average, seemed to perform quite well and they vaulted to first place. The Beast God Sanctum were treated particularly harshly during this exam and they were now fourth. Sadly, Lin Qingcheng's performance dragged Ten Thousand Flower Valley down to seventh place.

"Ladies and gentlemen! What an exciting illusion art! At the end of two tests, four ill.u.s.trious sects are pretty much neck and neck!" The announcer yelled. "Contestants for the third test, please take the stage!"

Zhou Ziyun gave him a smile before going up along with around half of the competitors. The previous illusion array was wiped away and instead there were rows of desks and chairs. Each desk held a stack of papers and a set of ink and brush. It was a written test that examined mental capacity, logic, memory, and problem solving. The problems delved into philosophy, politics, combat theory, cultivation theory, and many more areas. The time limit was one hour and any cheaters would be instantly given a zero score.

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The hour passed as if in the blink of an eye. Many competitors had dark faces as their papers were taken. Some others looked more natural. While a few looked like the exam was their worst fear. Zhou Ziyun had an expressionless face but Chen Wentian's instincts told him that she did quite well.

The test were given to a group of scholars to grade. Both the tests and the scholars were brought by the Immortal Association as this was a common test they held for disciples. It took some time to grade the third test so the fourth test went underway, one that tested comprehension.

Huang Wuji flew to the middle of the stage and withdrew numerous items from his spacial bag. He set them up in random places in a scattered manner. Among the items were were several weapons including an ancient looking sword and a greataxe the size of a table. There were many other objects including runic inscriptions and paintings. The paintings included portraits, landscapes, and even one with just four words.

"Competitors, take the stage." Huang Wuji's deep venerable voice sounded out.

"As a special treat from the immortal association, on the stage are fifteen different items that belong to immortals. They have all been imbued over many many years with their owner's spiritual energy, spiritual intent, and a certain level of the their unique immortal Dao.

"You all have a time limit of one hour to spend in front of any item you choose. As Mind Focusing Realm cultivators, the next step is to sense and understand the spirit and the spiritual realm. Use the time wisely to gain insights from these items into the Spirit Initiate Realm. We will judge you on how much you have comprehended and the insights you gain!"