Chapter 7: The Body Maniac

Lyshisha arrived before the Outer Elder Court black gates, guarding an enormous white siheyuan. Finding an intercom next to the gate, she activated it and waited.

"Name yourself…" a robotic voice droned.

She gave her name, title, and position within the sect.

"Which elder do you want to see?"

"The Outer Court Grand Elder," she lightly replied.

"State the purpose of your visit…" the voice intoned.

She responded, but added a sense of urgency in her voice with a reminder of her most important title.

After all, he was the Outer Court Grand Elder and must be busy. As they say in these lands, at least for someone like her, he ought to give her some face.

A lot of it, actually, and it better be done quickly.

"The Outer Court Grand Elder will receive you immediately… Your Royal Highness, so please proceed onwards to the house at the end of the courtyard…" the mechanic voice said a few seconds later.

She expressed her gratitude as the gates opened.

Not a single speck of dust could be found on the courtyard's stone floor, or even on the fountain where two golden statues of a wizened troll couple sat naked in a meditative pose.

She stepped out of their eyes to reach a double door stuck in the middle of a pair of twin red pillars.

Knocking on the door, she heard a muffled "Come in!" before she pushed the doors open.

She found herself inside a living room tinted like a lime tree with a black L-shaped couch centering it where a bare late middle-age troll sat before an immaculate low table holding a blue soda can.

The right wall itself broadcasted a local movie displaying a very tantalizing and explicit s*x scene but produced no sound.

Obviously, the television was muted.

He turned his piercing crow's feet red eyes towards her and said, "Greetings, Your Royal Highness, I hope you won't mind my casual appearance before Your Royal Sight, hehehe…" the Grand Elder said with a tinkling laugh.

His pen*s stood erect under his braided salt and paper beard.

Surprisingly enough, a tattoo of a nude female troll with her hand behind her head—the same one—clothed this time—that hung on a painting with the grand elder younger self at the back next to a flight of upwards stairs—lay on his chest, her hairy pussy superimposed to the base of his co*k. Her legs nearly reached his knees.

Lyshisha almost fell over as she loudly laughed.

She loved that bald man!

A unique specimen, that one!

And a sexual one at that!

How could she not love that? "Oh, no, Grand Elder, you most certainly don't! Please remain the way you are! Hee-hee-hee!" she replied, vainly trying to stifle her mirth.

How strong was he?

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[Cultivation level: 99] ~Personal Information~ [Next level: 9%]

[First Name: Shirong] VITALITY: {100%} [Species: Troll] [Middle Name(s): None] MANA: {100%} [Surname: Yongrui] [Sex: Male] STAMINA: {100%} [Cultivation status: Destroyer (7) Stars] [Height: 5.9 ft] [Body Weight: 200 lbs] [Skeletal Age: 58 (Born: January 6th 2144)] [Blood Type: B-] [Bone Frame: 6th Grade] [Epithet/Title: The Body Maniac] ~Status~

Normal [Jiu Tian Sect Outer Court Grand Elder]

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The Body Maniac?

He sure was, and she had an idea about what…

"Hehehe … many thanks, Your Royal Highness, please take a seat," he said, waving a hand towards his expansive sofa.

After she complied and sat, he continued with a small grin, "I'm sure Your Royal Highness came to see me to see what can be done about your broken core, I assume? Your performance was glorious and your prospects would be boundless were your broken core repaired, which is why I've already applied for your core to be repaired, lest your meridians fry, and require further assistance to your already ill-functioning body…"

The Queen raised an eyebrow.

Her meridians frying in the future?

She asked as such, and he replied, "Yes, I forget that you humans care more about tech than your cultivation, so you may not be aware of this, but while your broken core still allows your meridians to draw mana around you, their function is also heavily tied to your energy channels.'

'You see, a normally functioning Sun Core will allow you to continuously cycle and store energy within it, allowing a pure flow of energy to travel all over your body as you mold it to cast skills or matter energy but a broken core cannot cycle energy properly, causing it to leak, therefore you waste copious amounts of energy.'

'But what you may or not realize is because you can't store -or barely any—mana, you have to not only draw it directly from your meridians to cast your matter skills, but doing so without cycling will cause the energy gathered to be impure, further damaging your meridians which are working in overdrive to support your onerous letter skills," he explained.

Lyshisha slowly nodded her understanding, enlightened by his words. "So that's what's causing me pain in my chest, sometimes my heart, and the headaches that ensues every time I use a strong letter skill," she said.

The Grand Elder nodded, his gilded string earrings dangling along with him. "That is so, and to be more precise, what causes that are actually the leaked energy that has to travel through you that your body has to expel, causing you such pain.'

'In fact, many elders and I were even surprised that you managed to summon and retain a spirit from the seventh hellish layer despite your Foundation Level cultivation and crippled body. The pain you must have endured to achieve such a feat at your age must have been insane…" he said.

Lyshisha's face sank under his statement. "Indeed it was. For my condition, I had no choice but to have that as a trump card, and I can see how wise that was yesterday," she confirmed.

How could she forget how the pain threatened to split her flesh apart, the medics telling her that were it not for her exceptional bone frame, she would've died many times over?