> Cultivation is about intent. The lesser cultivate for power, the better cultivate for immortality, the greatest cultivate for Liberation, the Unsurpassable cultivates for Mass Enlightenment. If one's intent for cultivation is strength, you are on the right path. If one's intent for cultivation is freedom, then you are on the right path. If one's intent for cultivation is compassion and loving-kindness, then you are on the Royal Road.

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> Wield Love Like The Sword That It Is.

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> Treatise on Loving-Kindness and the Wheel of Violence

Raxri returned to their guest room not much longer afterwards. They had to fight through throngs of people that were congratulating them, hugging them, ruffling their hair. Though Raxri was only here for a few moons, they immediately felt as though they belonged, somehow. Despite everything.

Despite having to leave for their own safety.

Raxri sighed and walked in through the door of the guestroom and shut the door behind them. When they turned around, they paused. They had to make out what was the dark figure splayed across the bed before them.

When Raxri closed in, they realized that it was no one else but Doctor Myu Fan. They were snoring, even.

Raxri exhaled. It's good that she's asleep, at least. The doctor has never slept. Even now, they could smell the aroma of coffee emanating from the coffee brewing kettle they kept on the side table. Raxri realized, then, that the doctor had turned their guestroom into their own guestroom while they were away. They weren't even able to notice at first when they first returned here due to their own fatigue.

Raxri removed their tunic and sarong. They had removed their armor and returned it to the armor before going to eat. Wearing nothing but a wide kilt-like loincloth that covered the entirety of their thighs, they moved over to the part of the bed where there was less of Doctor Myu Fan and tried to squeeze themselves in.

Doctor Myu Fan stirred when Raxri lightly pushed them away. They were naked, as most people were when sleeping in the Utter Islands. They pushed them away gingerly by the shoulder, turning them away from themselves, and then lay down.

"Raxri Uttara...?"

Raxri froze. The Doctor's hands wandered, patting the space behind her until she touched Raxri. "Is that you?"

"Uh, yes, doctor. You did not eat."

She yawned. "I'm... too tired." She stretched. Raxri wiggled away, pressing themself against the wall. Despite this, unfortunately, the Doctor had absolutely no sense of personal space, and they even turned and twisted in the bed in such a way that caused their bounteous chest to scrape against Raxri's own. Raxri froze, and just pretended to sleep.

The doctor Myu Fan's hands and legs landed upon Raxri in an embrace. Her supple flesh pressed against their supple flesh. "Did you eat?" she whispered, low and soft.

Raxri replied: "Yes."

"That's good. You need their remedial soups and dishes to rejuvenate you after all you did." Their words trailed off.

"Did all the fighting truly tire you out?"

Myu Fan nodded against Raxri's back. "Not just the fighting, but the healing and medicining. All that... takes its toll."

Raxri nodded in understanding. As they stayed in that position, Raxri began softening and almost melting under Myu Fan's touch. Her soft skin became like a blanket, an embrace... one that they've never had in all these months. In truth, in the chaos of all the confusion, it was something that Raxri did not want to think about. They enjoyed the thoroughness of companionship with everyone else.

Raxri feared that the touch of someone this softly... It might lead them down a dangerous path. Of craving.

Silently, they chanted the Merciful Hearer's Mantra. Then, they decided to enjoy the warm touch of another sentient being, caressing, as if there were no one else to save. As if there were no past Raxri Uttara that once existed and that they must now surpass. As if there were no expectation. As if there were no burning hatreds and Swords of Heaven trying to hunt them down and slay them. For now, they were enough. Unbidden, Raxri snuggled close.

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A moment of silence passed.

Raxri felt Myu Fan lean in closer, her breath hot against the back of their neck, and whispered: "Raxri... know you of Dual Contemplation?"

Raxri wasn't asleep, and they weren't one to tend they were and ignore the question of someone that had helped them so many times, even in the present moment. Slowly, they opened their eyes and shook their head once. "No. I don't think so."

Myu Fan made a sensual sound. "Mmh... it is a form of cultivation... Internal Alchemists call it Dual Cultivation, while the mystics and sages call it Dual Contemplation. It is when a pair of cultivators conjoin together in an intimate act to strengthen one another's Sapi Furnace and act as a form of meditation that breaks open obstacles to Enlightenment."

Raxri could realize now why there were so many obstacles to Enlightenment. In fact, even just living normally seemed like an obstacle to Enlightenment. In a lightning flash of realization, they realized that existence is an obstacle to Enlightenment!

"Would you like to try it?"

Raxri excitedly turned around to face Myu Fan. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes heavily lidded, as if they would fall asleep at any time. "What are the other benefits, doctor?" Anything for a shot at a new cultivation technique.

"Well," she said, suddenly perking up and smiling. "Other than sudden bliss being a white-hot point that reaches the true nature of the Uncreated Mind, union also allows us to share our Sapi with each other, granting both of us equal amounts of Sapi to cultivate our Furnaces."

"Ah, so it truly is a bespoke form of cultivation on its own?"

Doctor Myu Fan nodded. "Though it is taboo in the northern regions of the Utter Islands for reasons of control and suffocating nomistry. Dual Cultivation is the slow nurturing of two souls to eventual Liberation. Even our very own Infinite Law has dual contemplations. In fact, the highest and most secret teaching of some of the Thunderbolt Sects is the usage of sex to achieve Buddhahood in a single lifetime. Immortality beyond immortality."

"I see." They thought about what the Abbot had said. What they had lost. They were once a Heaven-Dancer, someone who even the gods trembled before. If even gods were capable of fierce and dastardly deeds such as what Lieutenant Silver Wind Witch Dog did, then Raxri knew that they must have the power to subjugate even the gods. Every form of cultivation, especially those that align with their Path of Enlightenment, must bolster through.

"Another benefit," said the Doctor. "Is that the shared will can also quicken healing processes, remove fatigue, and cleanse ailments... if done properly with the proper ritual."

"If this will help the doctor, then I am all too willing," said Raxri.

"I am leaving in the morning, after the Karma-Flensing Ritual," said the Doctor. "Other than medicines and elixirs I will leave you, this is the final thing I can give you as your doctor."

Raxri smirked. "I suppose it is the least I can do as well with you," they said. "Seeing that I am indebted to you thousandfold."

"You are. You are." Her voice became slow, almost quivering. Her breathing had become intensely hot. Her gray eyes shivered. Raxri's eyes slowly adjusted to the low moonlight. Doctor Myu Fan's body was supple, well-fed. None of the almost to-the-bone skin of Akazha, instead Doctor Myu Fan was well-endowed and well-fleshed. Her bounteous breasts fell lazily to the side. Her nether regions veiled by hair. Her entire body covered in a light down of hair. "Sapi you come with me? Will you practice with me?"

Raxri nodded. "Guide me, please, doctor. I've no knowledge of this."

The doctor reached down to remove Raxri's bahag, tossing it behind her. Then she pressed close. Her breasts squishing softly against Raxri's own. "Let me guide you. For this moment, I will be the yogini, and I will guide you to sudden bliss."

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There are no words that will suffice to explain this. And so, I leave you with the negation.

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Raxri woke to the sun's rays barely peeking over the waters of the horizon. It was the exact moment of dawn, when the blackness of night lightened into dark dark indigo that mixed with the halogen oranges of the sky. The stars still speckled. The willow trees and cypresses, the mahoganies and the bamboos... they all swayed in the wind. The sound of the rushing blessed waters of the spring outside was met with the soft cackle of birdwing beating against the clouds. No cocks crowed that morning.

Raxri and Myu Fan had fallen asleep in their intertwined lotus position. Sweaty and slick, Myu Fan woke up as well as they did. "Beautiful morning," said Raxri. Myu Fan smiled and said it back.

Raxri felt themselves lighter, and more importantly, felt their Sapi Furnace burning brighter. The fatigue truly had escaped them now, at this point. Myu Fan kissed Raxri, and then their forehead, before rising to her feet. She took a piece of silk cloth that lay beside their mattress to catch the residual pieces of their essences. In a matter of minutes, no trace of their essences could be found.

"You did well," said Myu Fan, smiling still. In the clear light of dawn, Raxri admired Myu Fan's sheer body, curved and soft, skin dark brown, ass greatly curved, breasts hanging low. She put on her clothes again, first her undergarments, and then a huge textile cloth--this one red, black, and green, decorated in geometric pattern--that she wrapped around her chest, covering her entire figure. "We should away to the springs while the blessing lingers."

Raxri nodded. "Oh, right. Yes." Raxri took their own textile cloth, this one blue, white, and orange, with similar geometric patterns that resembled more dragons moving in irregular angular vectors. They similarly wrapped it around their chest area to mimic Doctor Myu Fan. And then they walked together to the springs.