Horror Camgirl - Ch. 50: Promoted to First Rank
Aunt Li’s son passed the civil service exam a few years back, and he’s always been her pride and joy.
With a voice choked with emotion, Aunt Li pleaded, “My son is my only hope. Please, have mercy on me.”
She was about to kneel, leaving me with little choice. She had indeed helped my sibling and me many times in the past, so I relented, “Alright, just this once. Don’t expect it again.”
Only then did Aunt Li manage a smile through her tears. Standing up, she said, “Jun Yao, you’re really climbing high this time. Soon enough, you’ll soar like a phoenix.”
I squinted slightly at her. Noticing my expression, she quickly added, “Oh, my stove’s still on. I should go check on the stew. Don’t let me keep you busy.”
With that, she made a hasty exit. I looked down at the card in my hand—it was from Yin Shengyao. Truly, he’s a man with connections everywhere.
Over the next few days, I didn’t go out to work but instead bought various precious medicinal herbs from the pharmacy. Every day, I soaked in medicinal baths and ate nourishing dishes. Gradually, I noticed the spiritual energy within me intensifying as if something had begun to shift.
One morning, I took a breath of Hongmeng Purple Qi, and suddenly, the spiritual energy within me erupted like a flood, surging toward my dantian.
Boom.
It felt as though a wall within my dantian had been shattered by the spiritual energy torrent. The surrounding air seemed to spiral toward me, forming an invisible vortex.
People living nearby wondered why the wind was so strong this morning and why the air felt noticeably thicker.
After four hours of absorbing energy, I finally stopped. My meridians had doubled in size, and the spiritual energy flowing through them was now as thick as an adult's thumb rather than a mere straw.
When I opened my eyes, I felt a newfound clarity as if the entire world had changed.
Could this mean I’ve advanced?
Without hesitation, I messaged True Lord Zhengyang to inquire about my situation. To my surprise, he replied instantly, “Well done, girl! It’s only been a few days, and you’ve already advanced to the First Rank.”
“First Rank?”
“We cultivators measure our progress by rank. Now that you’ve broken through, reaching the First Rank, you’ve officially entered the path of cultivation,” he explained. “Your talent is truly rare.”
Elated, I quickly asked, “True Lord, would you consider taking me as a disciple now?”
“Not yet,” he shook his head, “Even my grand-disciple is already Sixth Rank. As a First Rank, you’re still not qualified to be my direct disciple. Keep working hard, girl.”
I felt slightly deflated; I thought reaching First Rank was an accomplishment, but compared to a Sixth Rank, it was like heaven and earth.
“Don’t worry, sir. I won’t disappoint you,” I replied with determination.
He laughed, “Ah, young people these days are full of drive. Not bad, not bad. A few days ago, I was out on business, so I missed your last live stream. When’s the next one? I’m ready to send you a gift.”
Delighted, I said, “In the next few days, sir. I promise it won’t disappoint you.”
After hanging up, I glanced through the viewer messages, but none of the suggested locations seemed promising, leaving me somewhat conflicted.
That evening, Tang Mingli was coming over. I decided to put on a little show and prepared a table full of dishes. When he entered, he took a deep breath and exclaimed, “It smells amazing, Jun Yao. What did you make?”
I grinned mysteriously, “You’ll know when you taste it.”
The food on the table looked and smelled delicious. Tang Mingli picked up his chopsticks and, within minutes, had cleaned the entire table.
I watched in amazement. Despite his speed, he maintained a refined demeanor throughout. Finishing the last meatball, he seemed satisfied, gently touching his dantian and said, “Jun Yao, there’s a trace of spiritual energy in this food. I can feel my meridians being cleansed, almost like a medicinal bath.”
He looked at me deeply, “How many more surprises do you have in store for me, Jun Yao?”
I smiled and started tidying up, “The medicinal bath is ready. Go and soak.”
As Tang Mingli soaked, I searched online for some horror stories but couldn’t find anything suitable. Suddenly, I noticed a new message on Black Rock TV from a user named “Art School Tomboy.”
In her message, she mentioned that a girl at Mountain City Art Academy had jumped off a building a week ago. She was something of a joke in the art school, even though she’d played minor roles in some ancient palace dramas and was once voted one of China’s “Four Thousand-Year Beauties” by a Japanese website.
Given her rising fame, she seemed unlikely to commit suicide.
According to her roommate, the girl received a DVD one afternoon. A few days prior, she’d hired a videographer to film an MV for her to submit to a new show. Thinking it was a sample of her MV, she eagerly played it on her computer.
But the DVD turned out to be a horror film. The images were bizarre, and the roommate didn’t dare watch more than a little, but the girl was entranced, staring unblinking at the screen.
The roommate had to step out, and when she returned later that night, she arrived just in time to see the girl jumping from the seventh floor, meeting a tragic end right before her eyes.
The roommate was so traumatized that she’d been taken home by her family, and the police had ruled it a suicide.
Today at noon, the roommate returned to their dorm and found her current roommate watching a horror film. She only glanced at it, but the content was disturbingly gruesome, and her roommate seemed mesmerized by it.
Growing increasingly anxious, the roommate, who happens to be a fan of mine, left me a message about it.
I found it intriguing and replied, saying I’d head to the art school tonight to check things out.
Tang Mingli, having finished his bath, came out looking noticeably more muscular. He was wearing a white nightshirt, the collar slightly open, revealing a glimpse of his toned physique.
I quickly averted my gaze as he approached me. Standing over six feet tall, he was close enough that my face was level with his chest, filling my senses with a faint, grassy scent mingled with a hint of medicinal aroma, making my cheeks flush.
I stepped back, pressing myself against the wall. He smirked, resting his hand beside me, and lowered his voice, “Jun Yao, have you thought about what I mentioned last time?”
“Wh-what?” I stammered, recalling he’d mentioned something about ‘keeping’ me.
“Let’s not joke about that,” I swallowed, ducking under his arm. “I may be poor, but I don’t need to be kept.”
He chuckled and opened his laptop, showing me a news article about the Guo family.
Guo Xu’s trading company had been fined heavily for tax evasion, while his son Guo Xuan had been involved in a nightclub brawl over a celebrity, resulting in a broken arm. Doctors said he’d never fully recover.
Meanwhile, Guo Tianxiong, despite his senior status, had been removed from his position as president for embezzling millions from the family business.
I stared in shock, “This…”
Tang Mingli gently placed a hand on my shoulder, saying, “Jun Yao, I told you—I won’t let anyone bully you.”
I swallowed, feeling a bit unsettled. He’d always shown me a gentle side, which had lowered my guard.
Yet, like Yin Shengyao, he possessed immense intelligence and resources. When angered, he could be as dangerous as a beast, striking with precision and without mercy.
It was clear he’d held back with the Guo family, perhaps out of respect for the Guo patriarch.
“Let’s not let this spoil the mood,” he said, closing the laptop. “Where’s your next live stream?”
Steadying myself, I shared the details about the art school with him, and he seemed interested. We gathered our gear and headed out in his Land Rover, arriving at the academy.
Since it was the weekend, the school parking lot was filled with luxury cars. Some belonged to wealthy men who kept female students, while others were owned by the rich students themselves.
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