My master is Yun Wuji

Thud! Thud! Thud!

In a metal-walled room, Yun Wuji stood at the center, his body was tense under the crushing hundred folds of gravity. The air felt heavy, pressing down on him from all sides. Every breath was painful, his chest rising and falling with effort as he struggled to stay standing.

Sweat poured from his forehead, running down his face and soaking his clothes. His muscles screamed in pain, every part of his body fighting against the intense force trying to pull him down. His legs shook, knees threatening to give out, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay upright.

Yun Wuji's arms were outstretched, holding heavy weights that felt even heavier under the intense gravity. His hands gripped the metal tightly, knuckles turning white from the strain. He could feel his bones creaking under the pressure, but he refused to give up.

Every move was slow and deliberate as he lifted one foot off the ground, taking a single step forward. The gravity tried to drag him down, but he fought back with sheer determination. His breath came in ragged gasps, his vision narrowing as he focused on the next step, and then the next.

Finally, after what felt like an endless struggle, he reached the other side of the room. His body shook uncontrollably, and he could hardly stand.

Thud!

With a loud thud, his butt hit the ground. Struggling, he moved his trembling hand with difficulty and pressed a button on the bracelet on his wrist.

Swoosh!

The gravity returned to normal, and the crushing weight lifted from his body.

He lay on the ground, arms and legs spread out, and closed his eyes to rest. To stimulate his blood production, he combined the dragon morph technique with extreme pressure training. This method was something he had copied from Yun Che, who had used spatial storms when he was trapped inside the Primordial Ark to force his body to produce blood quickly.

Yun Che's Dragon God's bloodline reached a concentration of one-thousandth in a short time thanks to that.

With the combination of external and internal stimulation, Yun Wuji's body grew stronger as the Dragon God's marrow produced blood at a faster speed.

"Dragon Ball is bullshit! I'm training in 100-fold gravity, where's my Super Saiyan power? Where's the strength to blow up planets?" After resting for a while, Yun Wuji muttered complaints and then sat cross-legged.

He focused on his profound veins and started another attempt. The light moved from the base to the first entrance...

Second entrance...

Third...

Tenth...

Twentieth...

Thirtieth...

Fortieth...

Fiftieth...

Sixtieth...

Sixty-first...

Boom!

Yun Wuji, sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly jolted violently. His body shook uncontrollably, and his face went pale as a ghost. Blood streamed from his nostrils, staining his lips. His profound veins, already under immense strain, ruptured again with a painful burst.

"Shit!" he cursed through gritted teeth before losing consciousness and collapsing to the floor.

"Shit! That hurts! I'm going through so much; this technique better work or I'll... I'll... ah, never mind." After nearly an hour, Yun Wuji regained consciousness, stood up, and used his profound energy to clean off the sweat and blood. Cursing under his breath, he changed into a fresh set of clothes.

"Good work, young noble~," Cang Yue said with a bright smile as Yun Wuji walked out of the gravity room. She was dressed in her maid uniform, her eyes shining with admiration.

"Hmmm," Yun Wuji hummed, nodding, and walked towards the garden. Cang Yue smiled and followed him. Even though she was called a maid, she didn't actually do any of the usual maid work or heavy chores.

The palace is fully equipped with formations like cleaning formations, repairing formations, and communication formations. It can maintain itself without any need for manpower.

Her job is to accompany Yun Wuji, chat with him, and sometimes give him a massage or serve as a lap pillow.

She's happy to do this. In the past week she's spent here, she's felt more content than she ever did as a princess in the royal palace, especially after her mother's death.

"Young noble, you seem tired. Would you like a lap pillow?" Cang Yue asked with a smile, gently pulling her skirt to reveal her alluring smooth, round thighs. She knew Yun Wuji liked her thighs, so she proudly showed them off.

"Sure," Yun Wuji said, looking at her thighs and nodding. He was about to ask her that anyway and added, "You know you can just call me by my name, right?"

"I prefer calling you young noble, hehe~" Cang Yue giggled in response. Even though they had grown closer in the past week, she still liked using the title "young noble" because it felt special and personal to her.

"...even with my frightening genius, I still can't figure out women," Yun Wuji shook his head and muttered to himself.

They found a comfortable spot, and Cang Yue knelt down and patted her thighs, "Young noble, your favorite lap pillow is ready~" 

"Why do I feel like you're more eager for the lap pillow than I am?" he asked.

"It's just your imagination, young noble~" Cang Yue said with a playful smile.

Yun Wuji was too lazy to argue and sat down and placed his head on her soft thighs, he closed his eyes and relaxed, the sensation was heavenly, up close he could smell her fragrance.

He didn't want to admit it, but her thighs felt even better than Chu Yuechan's. Of course, he wasn't dumb enough to say that out loud.

Cang Yue gently massaged his head, her touch tender and calming. As her fingers moved, they lightly brushed against his lips, the most attractive part of his face apart from his eyes. Her touch was soft and careful, sending a shiver through her as she felt the warmth of his lips.

They stayed like this for a long while until Xia Qingyue, Xiao Lingxi, and Xiao Che found them, "Master!" 

"What do you want?" Yun Wuji lifted his head but didn't move. He had no intention of giving up his lap pillow just because his disciples arrived.

"Today is the weekly inspection," Xia Qingyue said, casting envious glances at Cang Yue. Xiao Lingxi also looked at Cang Yue with envy, while Xiao Che gazed at Yun Wuji with admiration and envy.

'As expected of master!'

"Oh! Right, I almost forgot!" Yun Wuji remembered that it had been a week since the last inspection. He had been so indulged in those sinful thighs that he completely lost track of time!

"..." Xiao Qingyue, Xiao Lingxi, and Xiao Che.

"Alright, here's today's topic: 'You beat the shit out of someone in a competition, and their master suddenly confronts you. What will you say to them?'" Yun Wuji shifted to a more comfortable position and said casually.

The trio thought silently for a moment.

Yun Wuji didn't rush them and watched with interest. For him, this was the most interesting part of being their master.

"Master, I have an answer!" Xiao Lingxi spoke up confidently.

"Let's hear it, Lingxi," Yun Wuji said.

Xiao Lingxi turned her head lightly as if looking to her side and said with disdain, "Sorry, but I am not generous with fucks."

Yun Wuji stared at her in surprise and asked, "...Where did you learn that?"

Xiao Lingxi looked down, a bit embarrassed, and replied, "I read it in one of the books in the library. Is it wrong?"

Yun Wuji was taken aback. He had written many books for fun, including some with content from his past life, and left them in the palace library. He never thought Xiao Lingxi would actually read them.

"No! You did great, keep up the hard work," Yun Wuji said, shaking his head and giving her praise.

"Hmm," Xiao Lingxi nodded with a big smile.

"Master!" After Lingxi, Xia Qingyue raised her hand as well.

"Go ahead, Qingyue."

Xia Qingyue put on her usual cold and indifferent expression and said, "I already went easy on him and only used 1 percent of my strength. Who told your disciple to be so weak?"

"Hmm, it's good, but you could've done better. Try harder next time," Yun Wuji said.

"Yes, master!" Xia Qingyue replied, disappointed but still nodding her head.

Xiao Che also raised his hand to answer.

"Go ahead, Little Che."

Xiao Che put his hands on his hips and said proudly, "My master is Yun Wuji. If you have any complaints, go talk to him."

"..." Everyone looked at him in silence.

"What? Is it bad?" Xiao Che asked, a bit nervous.

"No, it's great. I just didn't expect you to improve so quickly," Yun Wuji said, shaking his head.

"..." Xia Qingyue looked at Xiao Che with incredulous eyes, she didn't expect him to say something both badass and flattering to Yun Wuji at the same time.

"..." Cang Yue stayed quiet, watching the master and his disciples with a mix of disbelief and confusion. Is this really how a master is supposed to train his disciples?