6 Five Months

One month later,

Xing Ping took turns between being a training dummy and destroying boulders with his spear.

He had gone from depression to anger, and only wanted to destroy the people, places, and objects responsible for giving him this curse.

It was a bright sunny day as Xing Ping stood out in the rain.

No one else was on the martial Field but him, and he'd already been swinging his spear for over seventy-two hours.

The weather had changed as the people around him had changed. Earlier this morning, he'd been outside with hundreds of beautiful women as they also trained in their cultivation arts.

Every day there would be different girls, and one seventh of them would be wearing lingerie.

This also contributed to his anger, and his rage fueled his attacks.

The thing about the White maiden Sect that pissed him off the most was that he couldn't act on his most primitive desire. His attacks only grew stronger and more killing intent brandished along with his spear.

He'd already mastered the fifteen stances of the Holy Life Spear Arts. Every swing he switched between one spear technique to another spear technique.

The raindrops pattered against the ground as the dew on the blades of grass shot up into the air.

A small gust of wind would blast out behind him as he swung his spear. Liao Zexi came to check up on him as he kept attacking the steel Soul boulders she'd placed in front of the exit to the Holy Maiden Sect.

She'd tried to give him hope.

If he could destroy those boulders, she promised to go with him to the Devilish Sect he originated from. She grew excited today seeing dents on the boulders. Xing Ping had clearly not only strengthened his soul with the holy Life Spear arts, but he'd strengthened his muscles.

Sweat dripped off his body and fluttered in the wind.

Liao Zexi approached him with cautious steps and clapped in order to get him to stop. He'd grown brittle and thin and tired over the last three days from constantly harnessing his soul and putting it into his attacks.

Angels trained differently than humans, because their bodies were so strong, and because of that Zexi could only offer him moderate guidance.

Luckily, the previous progenitors had left their guidance for their spear techniques. With every swing, Xing Ping's strength and soul was supposed to grow. Over the course of the month, he even started generating small cyclones every thousand or so attacks.

Because of this, Zexi was more than aware that his soul had grown at an astonishing rate.

Sending out one final attack, Xing Ping caused another crack to appear on the massive boulder. Unfortunately, it was a 300-meter-wide boulder, and his cracks were only a few centimeters in diameter.

Slamming his spear into the ground, he turned back and noticed Liao Zexi had appeared. She had reached the point of giving up envy, and was walking outside in just a thin bra and thong.

"You know… you've trained for a month straight, and have hardly taken any breaks. Why don't you go back to the pagoda… and I can help calm your nerves?"

"All that matters right now is this rock… Until I destroy this rock, nothing in this life matters."

Xing Ping took another series of swings, causing more and more small whirlwinds to form as he kept bashing against the rock.

Liao ZeXi left him a small lunch before heading inside of his pagoda, and waited for the next day to come and pass.

Time kept passing.

Everyday she'd go outside and give Xing Ping some food, and every day she'd find his strength had subtly increased.

What exactly was fueling his anger and rage?

He'd been giving a sect where every girl would submit to him, and all he wanted to do was destroy a rock.

Since the White Maiden Sect was meant to serve angels, anything that Xing Ping asked of her she'd have to consider. Even if he wanted to kiss her, she'd give him a chance since her niece was still alive.

…

Three months later,

Xing Ping sent out another powerful attack into the boulder.

Today, those once small cracks had turned into large veins that traveled across the entire broadside of the rock.

He Shi showed up with Liao Zexi to check on his progress.

That rock was no ordinary rock, and had a spiritual defense on its outer coating. Once he shattered that membrane, it would mean he'd climbed all the way to the to the Soul Conjuring Realm.

Angels were known for their absurd talent in strengthening their souls. Unlike regular cultivators, every movement would gather spiritual energy into their body. However, techniques that required insight would be doubly affective.

Both He Shi and Liao Zexi sat down on the grass as he seemed to get stronger and stronger. There were eight individuals with them, and each of them were all gazing at Xing Ping.

One of those individuals had a very dignified look to him, and he was the one all of those eight individuals were facing. He was the only elder stronger than He Shi and looked like a brittle stick of bones.

Just by raising his hand, and striking at the ground, he could easily cause a crater to appear that could rift valleys and create mountains.

It was his decision if they should let Xing Ping out in the world, and it was Liao Zexi who had begged him to come out and see his progress.

Zeng Jiahao, the old brittle man, had to wear black glasses over his eyes. He'd been in closed door cultivation since the last angel progenitor showed up over 10,000 years ago and had grown unaccustomed to the sun.

Only one person had ever seen him in the group, and that was He Shi. The rest were confused to who they were looking at. If they did know, they'd probably faint. This individual had been the youngest founding member of the original White Maiden sect.

The white Maiden Sect had formed nearly 100,000 years ago. At that point in time, the world had been completely corrupt. Devilish cultivators outnumbered all other cultivators 2 – 1.

Being in the sunlight again made Zeng Jiahao feel mighty restless. He'd been getting closer and closer to understanding one of the fundamental elements of the universe.

Nonetheless, he couldn't contain the blush in his face as he stared at the maidens in front of him. All of them were abstaining against clothes to ward of envy.

As the founder of that rule, he'd yet to get used to the custom.

He shi then cleared his throat and patted him on the back.

A small bubble of energy came out of Jiahao's body. Nothing in the entire world would here their conversation.

"He's growing a lot faster than the last progenitor. If we send him out to some of the worst areas, I'm sure he'll do his job… Once he finds out he can do whatever he wants to morally loose people, I'm sure he'll flourish like a butterfly."

"about that… would it be okay if I let him return to is previous sect…" Liao Zexi said, her brows tensing with fear and worry, "He told me he left my niece there, and I'm dying to get her back,"

"Zexi… we talked about this many time over the last few months," He Shi said, shaking his head. "There are countless Devilish cultivators in his old sect that are much stronger than you. If he

goes there, he's most likely going to get killed. Sorry, but there is no way we can allow that."

"Wait, I'm the one in charge here He Shi… You may have been my best student, but He's more than capable of sneaking in. Besides, the more good things he does the less chance there is of me having to kill him in the future."

"I'm sorry… but who are you again?" zexi said, tilting her head to the side as her black hair fell on her shoulders. "I know that He Shi told us to be respectful to you, but I don't remember you being in the sect."

"He's one of the founders of the sect, Zexi… With that Xing Ping's ears, I wasn't going to risk telling you until he erected the barrier. Now, please explain what you mean Zeng JiaoHao."

"it's simple," jiaohao nodded his head, "I'll give him the body transformation puttie… With that he can sneak into his sect. If you have any trouble, He Shi will be there to back you up. Besides, the more we can trick him into being good, the more chances of us finally stopping the undead Armies King."

"Have him kill a few Devilish Cultivators on the way to the sect, and then you both can take their appearance. I made the puttie myself… It's a Saint Class Treasure… all you have to get naked and rub it on your body…"

Liao Zexi gulped.

He handed her two storage rings before dropping the shield.

"Now… I know you're angry at him for what he did to your niece, but remember why the White Maiden Sect was created… Only through love can someone truly evil be turned good… Now, do you have any objections He Shi?"

"No, however, I think you're greatly underestimating how evil Xing Ping can be. He gets shocked nearly every hour when he isn't training. I'm wondering if I should just kill him, and wait till another idiot jumps of the cliff of fortitude."

"Don't worry about him," Liao Zexi said, getting up in her white Lingerie as Xing ping took another series of strikes against the boulder. "I heard from Ma Shui and Lian Xinyi that he's finally opening up to them. I think by next week… he'll be ready for the mission…"

….

Xing Ping took three more days to crack through the boulder.

He spent an entire four months training in spear arts without a break. When the rubble burst into the air, hundreds of girls were behind him clapping for his achievement.

His soul had finally gone from the size of a small peanut to that of an apple.

Now, unless an expert in soul attacks assailed him, he'd be able to survive. He turned back with a happy expression and smiled for the first time in five months.

His arms had grown more muscular, and his eyes had seemed to soften.

With all the girls clapping for him, he felt strangely comfortable in this new place. However, now that he could leave, all he wanted to do was pillage, destroy, and upturn anything in his sights.

Coincidentally, he'd also grown accustomed to ma Shu and Lian Xinyi sleeping in his bed.

They were there every night, and always had his best interest in mind. In the Devilish Sect, he'd only slept with women in chains, and did so with pride. However, he began to feel somewhat of an attachment to those two girls, and even began to crave them at night.

For five months, he'd put off doing anything inappropriate to them. However, he slowly began to accept the privileges of the progenitor.

All these women here were clearly meant to turn him from evil to good.

However, he never really saw himself turning good anytime soon, and just had five months' worth of frustration boiling inside of him.

As usual, the Pagoda he lived in was lively and full of countless maids, and cooks going about their daily duties.

They hadn't seen him for a few days, and turned optimistically towards him, greeting him with gentle nods.

Ma Shui and Lian Xinyi, on the other hand, were in the study, and cultivation rooms. He found both of them and took him back to his room.