Elizabeth was not sure how she felt right now. Something she had wanted since long ago was finally achieved. They were not hostile in any way she could imagine, if anything everyone was very friendly.
The problem was they were a little too friendly, more than once she had been suggested to have a fun cultivation session with them. Which was code for, 'let use a female master to suckle the teats of or find a male master to suckle the cock of'.
She was not comfortable with using any heaven's chosen that was not Samuel and was not her cauldron master. There was also the small fact that she noticed how possessive he got when it was even hinted that she could fuck other heaven's chosen. He did it in a way he thought she would not notice, but she came from a merchant family where anything could be traded, she knew her social cues.
A part of her reveled in the fact that she could make him feel like that, another part of her thought that his actions were very cute. Needless to say, she had no intention of hurting the near obsessive care he gave to her, after all, she was trying to start a family like her parents only with more love involved, which meant at least three wives who instead of treating every action as a transaction genuinely wanted to spend time with their loved ones.
Good thing she had a lifetime experience of evading people and could still do so effortlessly despite not needing to do so over the last year.
"Just broke through... stabilizing my cultivation right now... My master told me to rest... I am being prepared..." So on and so forth, and it was compelling enough. Thankfully, even if it backfired like it did when she was a lower disciple she had a place to run away to and not suffer any backlash.
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Then there were the people who wanted to get to 'know' her master. He had made a big splash right outside the 'Den of Depravity', a name that still made her snort, and some of the 'unbound' had eyes on him. Some even came to her to complain about how impossible it was to 'coax anything out him' code for they sucked him off but felt nothing, very unlike the guard women who were still out of it.
Elizabeth huffed at the fact that his master was being used in such a way, also very smug about how they could not freely take part in the ambrosia. Every other food was very very bland in comparison and outside of nostalgia, she had stopped eating and drinking altogether. Also, this was the perfect chance of getting herself a cauldron sister, a girlfriend with who she could share gossip, just like her sister who still needed to hit maturity before her master could make good on his promise.
Sadly none of the eligible women had caught her eye. not that she had gotten to know any of them, outside the fact that they were very ready and eager. She was not being very facetious when she thought this but none of them was very good to look at. They were not bad by any stretch just... not great. She was very good to look at and she knew it, that was half the reason she suffered so much during her first two years as a lower disciple. Years down the line when they would have pictures made, she did not want two people that looked like they were sculpted by the gods themselves and other completely average-looking people.
Was she being picky and slightly cruel? Maybe. But pushing up stages only enhanced what was already there not turn you into a completely new person, at least as far as she knew. And her master ate right out of her hands so she could be a little spoiled. Besides, her master was getting a new disciple, either way, she just wanted her first sister's disciple to be perfect.
"Excuse me..."
Elizabeth was brought out of her reverie by one of the most beautiful creatures she had ever laid eyes on.
And a creature she was, with her brilliant spiral horn being the most prominent feature on her whole being despite being so jaw-dropping to look at. She decided then and there that this was it, this going to be their next disciple sister.