Another Insane Encounter

"...And remember, you know where to find me should you ever get lost on your way," Monte said as a goodbye to Mateus before vanishing in the blink of an eye.

"Hmm..." Mateus groaned as he found himself alone, standing before a massive mansion of a house amidst the suburb-like arrangement of similar looking houses.

Having spent the majority of the day being tested, followed by hours of enduring Monte's lectures, the sun had already started to set. Not that it mattered for in the world of Cultivation the day didn't end just because night approached. Beings with a high enough cultivation had no need for sleep; some, of a higher cultivation still, didn't even need to eat or drink.

Mateus, however, was a Level 1 Beginner Phase Mortal Stage plebeian — his thoughts…

He wasn't particularly famished nor parched after Monte generously treated him to a meal in the middle of one of his lectures. But, there was no avoiding the need for sleep.

"Still, the day is young and I'm far from feeling truly tired," Mateus muttered as he waltzed up to his new home's door and opened it. He had over a dozen things to do, several of which he knew he could make decent progress with what remained of the day.

"With any luck, I'll have Leveled Up at least once before turning in for the day," Mateus grinned, in his own little world as he made to close the door. "Grinding awaits and no one can stop me!" He said with confidence only bred by truly believing one was alone.

Unfortunately for him, he wasn't alone.

"They sent an idiot to become my cultivation partner? Tch, I guess it doesn't matter so long as you prove yourself to be useful enough," a foreign voice suddenly tickling him from behind, almost ripped his soul right out of his body.

"What?! An intruder!" Mateus pointed accusingly as he took in the delicate features of what looked like an innocent teenage girl.

"Yeah," the girl rolled her strikingly cyan eyes, "that would be you. This had been my personal abode until you came along."

"No, no… There must be some mistake. I was told that only special Outer Sect Disciples had their own personal courtyard spaces. I'm supposed to be the only one with enough potential to own a personal courtyard for miles and it was an elder who brought me here," Mateus retorted.

"Really?" The girl snorted, "Because it was only a couple hours ago that I got the message that I would finally be getting my desired roommate. Did they not tell you that you would be living with me?"

Mateus paused as he recalled that he had been told something about living with a roommate even if he was being conferred a personal courtyard, "But… You're a girl! You can't be my roommate! That would be unethical and break all kinds of… uh…"

Met with the girl's deadpaning glare, Mateus recalled that he was no longer on Earth.

"Nevermind..."

Of course it wouldn't matter if the sexes weren't segregated in this superpowered world. Here, women weren't biologically weaker than men; at least, not the ones that cultivated. That kind of excuse didn't fly when there were Sects made up entirely of women that consistently produced Immortals.

The girl shook her head in disappointment as she said, "Great, you're one of 'them.'" With a tired sigh, she added, "Well, no matter. As long as you meet my expectations, I guess I can tolerate you in the meantime."

"Here, catch," the girl tossed Mateus an elongated octahedron and said, "Don't bother me until you are confident you can perform the techniques in that Jade Slip." And with that she left to her room.

Fortunately for Mateus, the girl didn't bother to stay, else she might have noticed that he had somehow instantly understood what it was that she had given him.

[!Consume!

Name: Heart's Embrace Heavenly Sutra

Grade: Mortal/Spirit/Immortal

Type: Strict Yang Cultivation Method

Description: A Dual Cultivation technique of the highest caliber which can guide males with Yang Affinity to the peak of the Immortal Realm. Unfortunately, the technique is mostly useless to the residents of the Kurao Dimension where less than one in a trillion men are born with the required Affinity for Yang to cultivate it.

Consumption Effect:

Skill Creation: Heart's Embrace Heavenly Sutra

Yang Affinity: Upgraded To Good Tier]

"Holy fucking shit-balls," Mateus said with as much tact and care as he could muster. He really should have anticipated the possibility of being confronted with similar insane encounters after meeting with a hundred-year loli, but this…

'Did I just get served with instructions on how to bed a wild thot?'

Yes. Yes he did, and he was having trouble deciding whether or not to indulge her.

Why? Well…

'No! Mateus, you mustn't fall for the devil's temptation!' He had to consciously remind himself. 'Yes, you were a virgin gamer loner before transmigrating into this world, but an easy lay can't be worth the trouble of getting involved with a Dual Cultivation partner... Right?'

His primal desires, however, were not giving him an easy out as it conjured images of his potentially easy hedonistic lifestyle, where all that was required of him was to mess around with his roommate to advance in his cultivation and eventually gain immortality.

The options were laid bare before him. It was either, he consume the Heart's Embrace Heavenly Sutra and become indebted to the girl — which honestly wasn't much of a detriment when she was one of the most attractive girls Mateus' had ever laid his eyes on; a soon-to-be common occurrence when it came to meeting female Cultivators...

Or, he could just walk away. He could refuse to consume the contents carried within the Jade Slip. He could refuse the easy upgrade to his Yang Affinity. He could refuse the implied offer to fool around with his roommate.

Alas, he couldn't refuse the internal monologue playing out in his head which wouldn't stop calling him, "gay, homo," and other less than savory slurs if he dared to give up this chance.

'Fuck if I'll take my chances with dying as a virgin again!' Mateus thought as he marched on to find his room and begin transcribing the contents of the Jade Slip over on a piece of parchment to consume.

The poor fifteen-year-old could not stop that damned second head of his from controlling him when it came to matters of the opposite sex…