Henry woke up with his face mashed into something warm and soft.

“Young Master talks in his sleep,” Zi whispered into his ear.

He opened his eyes slowly. The five maids were lying in the same bed as him, all dressed in different-colored nighties. How did this happen? The last thing he remembered was Gram Gram telling him to go to bed. Then, the maids gave him a drop of the elixir. The exhaustion of all the events hit Henry at once, and he passed out the moment his head hit the pillow.

They had taken Gram Gram’s advice and decided to join him in the bed. He didn’t mind, honestly, because who didn’t want to wake up to five beautiful girls in their bed? Gram Gram had been right; the bed was big enough for the five of them.

He noticed that he was using Zi as a pillow; she was the most well-endowed of the five. The others surrounded him, propping up other body parts as well. Henry looked down and noticed that little Henry had also woken up. His face reddened fiercely. He didn’t want the girls to think he was a perv, so he threw a pillow over his morning glory.

“Ya master was also pretty handsy last night; at least you weren’t rough,” Hong said, punching him playfully on the arm.

Fuck, this was not good, this stupid body and its stupid hormones.

“I’m sorry, girls if I did anything pervy; it's just that I’ve never been around such beautiful women before, and I was so tired.”

“I suggest you get up. Young master Madam is expecting us soon, and you need some food before we start,” Lu said as she pushed her sisters off him.

“Lu, it's so early, and the young master is so warm; five more minutes, please,” Lan grumbled. She was currently attached to Henry's abs like a spider monkey.

“Yeah, it's so cold, and I’m so comfy,” Hong mumbled, her head dangerously close to his crotch.

There was a knock on the door.

Sebastian entered the room with his usual air of self-importance. He looked at the tangled mess of bodies and just scoffed softly.

“Madam has requested your presence for breakfast, young master. Please have the strumpets get you ready and bring you to the dining hall in twenty minutes.”

“You look well this morning, Sebastian. You seemed to be at death's door yesterday. What happened? I thought you were unflappable.” Lu said as she shooed the girls off of Henry.

A fleeting flash of rage passed on Sebastian's face before he turned around and walked out the door.

“You don’t like that guy, do you?” Henry asked Lu as he struggled to get off the bed while holding a pillow over his morning wood.

“It’s not a matter of liking him or not, young master; it's just in our nature to be adversarial.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“We are dragonkin; we are always jostling for position in Madams household.”

“Man, dragons don’t mess around,” Henry said, removing his clothes. The shyness was gone now, especially after the girls were his body pillows all night.

The maids had somehow switched back into their working clothes and brought out what looked like black skintight under armor for him.

Henry threw punches and kicks, noting that the clothing offered no resistance. The maids gathered around to watch him go through his usual warm-up routine.

“The Young master has a very unorthodox fighting style. No wonder Madam wanted to include us in your training,” Lan said, pulling out a little notepad and taking notes.

“I like it; very primitive and crude, it fits master well,” Hong exclaimed excitedly.

“Hey, I'm not primitive and crude.”

“Young master, you are primitive and crude, though,” Fen squeaked. She was adorable even when she was insulting him.

Feeling limber, Henry waved his arm in front of him.

“Lead the way, ladies; I have no idea where anything is in this place.”

****

Henry once again sat beside Gram Gram, enjoying his breakfast while she flipped through reams of papers. Table manners be damned, Henry found that he was ravenous, shoving meats and porridge into his mouth.

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“Hen Ri, dear, do try to keep some of that food in your mouth,” Gram Gram said absentmindedly.

“Sworry Gram Gram, it's just all delicious; my compliments to the chef.”

“I'll let Lucius know; now we have some serious matters to discuss.”

Gram Gram set her papers aside and looked squarely at him, leveling her gaze. Henry swallowed his mouthful of food and gave her his undivided attention.

“I had wished to keep your presence here a secret, but those three idiots had to barge in and blow the whistle on you. Now that the bird is out of the bag, we have to move fast,”

Putting her papers aside, she pulled out a cigar, lit it, and took a big drag.

“I had hoped to have at least a year to train you enough to send you back to the mortal planes. I might be rich, Hen Ri, but if I give you the gold and treasures, your cultivation will see it as cheating and not accept it. You need to have potential energy that has passed through mortal hands. You need to earn it.”

Henry nodded his head in agreement but did have some concerns.

“Gram Gram, I can’t spend too much time here; I am supposed to enter a rookie tournament to join the Heavenly Dividing Sword sect.”

“Hah, my grandson is too good for that second-rate hovel. You will win the tournament and enter the school that the Imperial family attends; the name eludes me, as well as who is currently in power on that little plot of land.”

Henry felt proud that she thought the Heavenly Dividing Sword was not good for him, but he was also mortified that she wanted him to attend a place with royalty.

“Gram Gram, I can scrape, but I don’t know if I can win the whole thing.”

“Dear boy, your Uncle Yinglong has told me everything; I know you come from another world, but honestly, that doesn’t make you any less my grandson.”

Henry sat there dumbfounded, with his mouth hanging open.

“Shenlong gave you his legacy. That's enough for me.”

“So you know?”

“Yes, darling, I know everything; I also know that you can scrape, but the cultivators in the later parts of the tournament will know how to fight. Those two things are very different.”

“Do they know?” Henry said, motioning towards the maids, who were pretending not to eavesdrop.

“We do now,” the maids said in unison.

Henry knew that Gram Gram was spitting straight facts. He was going to die just fighting the third son of a clan. These young masters had been trained since birth; he was a malnourished servant boy three days ago.

“As for the time constraints, I can help you with that problem.”

Henry felt the bottom of his stomach drop out again. Did Gram Gram not walk? I guess rich people don’t need to walk.

****

Henry was staring at a room within a room. A perfect marble cube that seemed to have no entrance or exit.

“This is my dilation cube. I used it to mature certain spiritual herbs, but I think it should work the same for mortals.”

She patted the cube like it was a loyal pet.

“You don’t sound so confident, Gram Gram. Are you a hundred percent sure that this thing is safe?

“Nothing in life is certain dear, except sometimes death and most of the time taxes.”

“So what? You are going to put me through a training montage?” Henry said while doing some stretches.

“Oh no, deary, I must stay out here and keep the apparatus running. This thing takes a lot of ki to run. No, the girls will be there with you.”

The maids were in the same underarmor as Henry, although they all looked much better than him. The skintight suits fit the girls like a glove.

“I have enough ki to keep you there for five days, with the time dilation in the cube that translates to six months.”

The maids lined up in front of Gram Gram with earnest looks on their faces.

“Lu, you will be responsible for the Young Master's education. I want you all to ensure he is skilled enough to win that rookie tournament in the mortal plane. Do that, and you five can be his retainers.”

“We will not fail you, Madam. The girls and I will ensure that the master will crush the competition,” Lu said, just a little too enthusiastically.

Henry saw the same look of fanatical fervor on all of the girl's faces. He gulped, swallowing hard; he felt he would be in for a long six months.

“Well enough dilly-dallying dearies, in you go and Hen Ri, if you slack off, I will know. I can see everything that is going on in there, and I mean everything.”

“We will not go easy on him, mistress; young master will be ridden hard and long,” Zi whispered menacingly.

“I will make sure that the standard plan is upheld, mam,” Lan said, pulling out her little notebook again.

“Very good girls, I trust you will do your best; as for you, mister, if you want to improve fast enough to survive, you better buckle down and push yourself.”

****

The cube's inside was much bigger than it looked outside. It was enormous on the inside. There was a room with bunk beds. It had a room with showers, a hot tub, and even a rec room with a fireplace where one could relax. The centerpiece was the gym equipped with weights, training dummies, and an oversized marble square ring.

Gram Gram was insanely rich, it seemed.

“Alright, girls, how do we start this,” Henry said, bouncing in the middle of the ring.

“I will be the first training instructor, young master,” Lan said, putting her little notepad away.

“Usually, I don't punch women, but we are training, so I apologize in advance.”

“I, too, apologize in advance.”

“What are you sorry for…”

Lan punched him so hard and fast that he was sent flying.