Chapter 5

The soft glow of the silver lanterns in the Moonlit Bliss Chamber cast dancing shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere that was both intimate and enchanting. The room itself was a masterpiece of the True Yin-Yang Sect's artistry. A circular pavilion with walls of translucent pearl jade that shifted colours subtly with the phases of the twin moons outside. Cushions made from the feathers of mythical phoenixes and the fur of ancient spirit foxes littered the floor, forming a sea of plush comfort. In the centre, a low table held trays of spirit fruits: glowing peaches that tasted of summer sunlight, berries infused with lunar essence that cooled the tongue like a midnight breeze, and exotic orbs that sparkled with inner qi, promising subtle nourishment for body and soul.

Li Wei, the chubby toddler with his silver curls framing a face of pure innocence, sat cross-legged on one such cushion, his golden-black eyes wide with curiosity. At one year and four months, he had grown a bit from his initial cherub form; his limbs were still delightfully plump, but there was a hint of coordination in his movements now, a sign that his dual Heavenly Yin and Yang Cores were already subtly influencing his development. His stubby silver tail swished lazily behind him, occasionally brushing against the silk as if testing the texture of the world.

Bai Yuelou, his mother, the legendary Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox Sovereign, reclined gracefully beside him. Her silver hair flowed like a cascade of moonlight, and her fox ears, delicate and pointed, twitched with every subtle sound. She wore a loose robe of ethereal silk, embroidered with swirling patterns of yin-yang symbols that seemed to move on their own, responding to the qi in the air. Her nine tails fanned out behind her like a living throne, each one tipped with a faint glow of elemental power: fire, ice, thunder, and more, symbols of her mastery over the harmony path.

Huo Qinghong, his "daddy," the Crimson Lotus Dragon Empress, lounged on the other side, her fiery red hair spilling over her shoulders like rivers of lava. Her golden eyes, mirrors of Li Wei's own, held a mix of fierce protectiveness and playful warmth. Her robe was darker, black silk with golden dragon motifs that writhed as if alive, hinting at the raging yang energy she commanded. She had one arm draped casually over Yuelou's waist, a gesture of casual intimacy that spoke volumes about their bond.

The evening had started innocently enough. After the heavy revelations, intricate paths of cultivation, the vast realms of the Eternal Sky Universe, and the shadowy echoes of the ancient calamity. Li Wei had sensed a shift in the air. His parents had been more affectionate than usual, stealing glances and soft touches when they thought he wasn't looking. But Li Wei, with his reincarnated mind sharp as a cultivator's sword intent, had pieced together clues from overheard whispers among the elders and servants. The True Yin-Yang Sect was no ordinary power; it was built on something unique, something that made even the other eleven overlord sects whisper in envy or disdain.

And so, with the calculated innocence of a toddler who knew precisely how to manipulate adult hearts, Li Wei had asked the question that now hung in the air like a charged qi storm: "Mama, Daddy… what does our sect do? True Yin-Yang Sect… what is the special practice?"

The reaction was immediate and hilarious. From Li Wei's internal perspective, at least. Bai Yuelou's fox ears flattened against her head, a rare sign of vulnerability from the otherwise composed Sect Master. Her tails, usually so elegantly controlled, twitched erratically, one even knocking over a small incense burner, sending a puff of sweet-scented smoke into the air. Huo Qinghong, the mighty dragon empress who could incinerate mountains with a glare, froze mid-bite of a spirit peach, the fruit's juice dripping unnoticed onto her robe. Her golden eyes widened, and a flush crept up her neck, turning her cheeks a shade of red that rivalled her hair.

There was a long, awkward pause. The lanterns seemed to dim slightly, as if the room itself was holding its breath. Yuelou exchanged a quick glance with Qinghong, a silent conversation passing between them in the way only dao companions could manage, eyes speaking volumes of hesitation, concern, and a touch of amusement.

"W-well…" Yuelou began, her voice uncharacteristically hesitant. She smoothed her robe unnecessarily, buying time. "Wei'er, my precious star, you're still so very small. Some secrets of the sect are meant for when you're older, when your mind and body are ready to understand the deeper mysteries of the Dao."

"Much older," Qinghong added hastily, setting down the half-eaten peach with a thud. Her hand moved to rub the back of her neck, a gesture that made her look less like a cosmic powerhouse and more like a flustered young woman caught off guard. "Like, way older. When you're tall enough to reach the top shelves in the forbidden library, maybe."

Li Wei watched them with wide eyes, his chubby face the picture of confusion and hurt. Internally, he was suppressing a grin. Oh, this is gold. They're squirming like teenagers explaining the birds and bees. But I need to know. My old life was all about pleasure as a tool for survival. If this sect is what I think it is… jackpot. He let his lower lip quiver just a bit, building up to the ultimate weapon.

The tears came on cue. A big, fat droplet welling up in his golden-black eyes, spilling over his rosy cheeks. His tiny hands clenched into fists, and he let out a wail that was equal parts dramatic and heart-wrenching. "Wuuh… Wei'er wants to know… sect is home… important… Mama and Daddy don't love Wei'er anymore… don't trust Wei'er… waaaaah!"

The effect was instantaneous, like dropping a heavenly tribulation bomb in the room. Yuelou's eyes widened in panic, her tails wrapping around Li Wei in a protective cocoon as she scooped him up. "No, no, no, baby, don't cry! Mama loves you more than the stars and moons combined!"

Qinghong looked equally horrified, her draconic aura flaring briefly in alarm before she reined it in. "Anything but the tears, little one! Daddy would fight the entire Eternal Sky Realm to make you smile. We'll tell you, okay? Just… no more crying!"

Li Wei sniffled dramatically, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, but the tears stopped as if by magic. He looked up at them with a watery smile, all innocence restored. Nailed it. Toddler powers are OP. He could have teased them more and pushed the boundaries with more questions to watch them squirm, but a wave of genuine affection washed over him. These two women, these cosmic beings, had given him the family he never had in his past life. The orphan actor-turned-escort who swore off schemes now had parents who would move heaven for him. Teasing was fun, but love won out.

He nodded solemnly, his silver curls bouncing. "Wei'er good. Tell now?"

His parents exchanged another glance, this one resigned but fond. Yuelou set him back down gently, her blush still lingering like a sunset glow. Qinghong cleared her throat, trying to regain her empress-like composure.

"Ahem. Alright, treasure," Qinghong started, her voice a bit gruffer than usual to mask the embarrassment. "The True Yin-Yang Sect is a very special dual-cultivation sect."

Li Wei tilted his head, feigning confusion. "Dual… culti… vation?" He drew out the words, making them sound as babyish as possible.

Yuelou nodded, choosing her words with the precision of a master alchemist mixing elixirs. "Yes, my love. Dual cultivation means… two people working together to cultivate their qi. They share their energies in a very close, special way. It's like… like hugging, but with their qi flowing between them, helping each other grow stronger."

"Very close hugging," Qinghong emphasized, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. She gestured vaguely with her hands, as if trying to illustrate without getting too specific. "You see, when two cultivators are very fond of each other, they can sit together, hold hands, and let their yin and yang energies mix. It's warm and nice, like sharing a big, cosy blanket made of qi. The hugging helps the qi circulate better, making both people advance in their paths faster."

Li Wei watched their faces intently. Yuelou's ears were still slightly flattened, and Qinghong avoided eye contact, staring at a particularly interesting lantern as if it held the secrets of the universe. Their blushes were adorable, a stark contrast to the powerful figures they were outside this chamber. They're trying so hard not to be graphic. It's cute. In my old novels, dual cultivation was basically sex as a superpower. But I'll play along.

He could have pushed and asked for more details, watched them fidget, but again, that warmth in his chest held him back. He loved them too much to embarrass them further… for now.

Nodding with exaggerated seriousness, Li Wei said, "Hugging cultivation! Wei'er understands! Sounds fun!"

The relief on their faces was palpable. Yuelou let out a soft laugh, her tails relaxing as she pulled him into a real hug, this one innocent and maternal. "Oh, my clever foxling. Yes, it's a beautiful path, one that brings harmony to the soul."

Qinghong, recovering, ruffled his hair with a grin. "And it's what makes our sect the third strongest. Other sects fight with swords and fists; we cultivate with… well, harmony."

Eager to steer the conversation away from the awkward basics, Yuelou continued, her voice gaining confidence. "Within the sect, there are three main paths we practice, each building on the dual cultivation foundation."

She held up one finger, her nail glowing faintly with qi. "The first is the Yin-Yang Harmony Path. This is the balanced way, where yin and yang energies are treated as equals. They flow together like the taiji symbol swirling, complementing each other without one dominating. It's about perfect equilibrium, allowing cultivators to adapt to any situation, drawing strength from unity."

Qinghong nodded, holding up a second finger. "Then there's the Raging Yang Sun Path. This one's fierce, hot, and powerful. It emphasizes the active, explosive side of yang energy. The sun's blaze, the dragon's roar. It's for those who lead, who charge forward and burn away obstacles. Very… energetic."

Yuelou raised a third finger. "And finally, the Deep Yin Frost Path. This path embraces the profound, cooling essence of yin. Deep like the ocean's abyss, cold like eternal frost. It's about depth, mystery, and endurance, freezing enemies in their tracks while nurturing hidden strengths."

Li Wei listened raptly, his toddler facade hiding the whirring gears of his adult mind. This matches everything from those web novels I binged back on Earth. Yang for male essence, yin for female. Harmony in the middle. But wait… with my parents…

He glanced at them again, piecing it together. Qinghong's proud stance when mentioning the Raging Yang Sun Path, the "male" dominant one. Yuelou's balanced Harmony Path. And then, innocently, his gaze drifted lower. Even through the loose robes, there was a subtle outline, a gentle bulge at their crotches that no ordinary woman would have.

The realization hit like a qi breakthrough.

Li Wei's eyes widened, his chubby cheeks puffing out in surprise. He pointed with a tiny finger, his voice rising in a shout of pure, unfiltered toddler shock: "MOMMY AND DADDY HAVE PEE-PEES!!"

The room erupted in a chaos of the embarrassed kind.

Huo Qinghong let out a strangled noise that sounded like a dragon choking on its own fire. Her hands flew to her lap, covering the area as if it were a forbidden treasure suddenly exposed. Her face turned a shade of red so intense it could have melted jade, and she averted her eyes, staring at the ceiling as if praying for a spatial rift to swallow her whole.

Bai Yuelou fared no better. Her nine tails exploded outward in a fluffy panic, wrapping around her body like a living barrier, hiding everything from the waist down. Only her face peeked out, flushed crimson, her fox ears drooping in mortification. "W-Wei'er! That's… private!"

Li Wei blinked, his golden-black eyes sparkling with a mix of genuine surprise and internal amusement. Futanari! That's what the Japanese called it in my old world. A girl with both genitals. It all clicks now. That's why a beautiful woman like Qinghong calls herself 'Daddy.' The sect's dual cultivation makes perfect sense; they embody yin and yang literally. No wonder they're so in sync.

Outwardly, he clapped his hands excitedly, bouncing on the cushion. "Pee-pees pretty! Mama and Daddy special!"

Qinghong's cushion began to smoke slightly, her draconic yang energy leaking out in her embarrassment. She fanned it away with a hand, muttering, "Kid's too observant for his own good…"

Yuelou, still cocooned in her tails, let out a helpless giggle that turned into full laughter. She unfurled slowly, pulling Li Wei close again. "Oh, heavens above, you impossible child. Yes, Mama and Daddy are… special. It's part of our paths, part of what makes us strong."

Qinghong, recovering with a sheepish grin, joined the hug. "You're not wrong, little one. But let's keep that between us, okay? Sect secret."

Li Wei nodded vigorously, snuggling in. Best family ever. This life is going to be legendary.

As the evening wore on, the awkwardness faded into warmth. His parents, relieved to have the cat out of the bag (or the fox out of the den), began sharing more about the sect in gentle terms. They described how dual cultivation. Those "special hugs" helped balance energies, using illusions to show swirling yin and yang without any graphic details. Li Wei pretended to follow along, asking simple questions that made them beam with pride at his "intelligence."

But in the quiet moments, as he drifted toward sleep between them, his mind raced with possibilities. With my dual cores, I could master all three paths. And in a sect like this… the harem potential is off the charts. But first, grow up, learn, and stop that second calamity and whatever it is.

The twin moons outside watched over the palace, their light a promise of harmony to come.

The next morning dawned with the usual routine in the Palace of Ninefold Pleasure, but there was a subtle shift in the air, a lingering blush on his parents' cheeks whenever they glanced at each other or at Li Wei. Breakfast was served in the cherry blossom garden, where floating petals formed playful shapes at Yuelou's command. Li Wei munched on spirit fruits, his chubby fingers sticky with juice, as he replayed the revelation in his mind.

Futa parents. Who would've thought? In my old life, I serviced all kinds of women, femboys, shemales. as long as they were feminine beauties. This fits right in. No judgment; pleasure is pleasure.

Qinghong, noticing his thoughtful expression, scooped him up for a raspberry on his tummy. "What's got our treasure so quiet? Thinking about those 'special hugs'?"

Li Wei giggled, swatting at her playfully. "Nooo! Wei'er think… sect strong!"

Yuelou smiled, her tails forming a cradle for them. "Yes, it is. And one day, you'll be part of it if you choose."

The day unfolded with games tailored to his growing curiosity. Hide and seek now included qi illusions, phantom foxes, and dragons that "hid" with him, teaching him basic energy sensing without formal training. The elders, unaware of the previous night's conversation, doted as always, pinching cheeks and cooing over his "genius."

But Li Wei's mind wandered to the sect's deeper secrets. From snippets he'd overheard, the True Yin-Yang Sect wasn't just about "hugging"; it was a powerhouse where dual cultivation elevated members to god-like levels. Disciples paired in harmonious unions, their energies multiplying exponentially. The three paths allowed for versatility: Harmony for leaders like Yuelou, balancing alliances; Raging Yang for warriors like Qinghong, dominating battles; Deep Yin for strategists, controlling from the shadows.

And with futanari practitioners, they can switch roles seamlessly. Genius design for a sect.

The afternoon brought story time with Bai Xian'er, his aunt. She spun tales of sect legends, founders who dual-cultivated to seal ancient demons, lovers whose harmony shattered realm barriers. Li Wei listened, asking "innocent" questions that probed deeper: "Auntie, what hugging do?"

Xian'er blushed slightly but explained in child-friendly terms, echoing his parents. "It's when two hearts beat as one, sharing warmth."

Li Wei nodded, but internally noted: The sect must have rituals, techniques, maybe even forbidden arts tied to the calamity.

As evening fell, back in the Moonlit Bliss Chamber, his parents shared more. They described sect structure: outer disciples learning basic qi, inner ones pairing for initial dual sessions, core members mastering paths. "But always with consent and love," Yuelou emphasized. "Our way is harmony, not force."

Qinghong demonstrated a safe technique, a hand clasp where yang warmth flowed to Li Wei, tingling his cores. "Feel that? That's the start."

Li Wei's body hummed, his dual cores responding. Powerful. I can feel the potential.