> Cultvation 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.

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 Will 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 Will with each other, granting both of us equal amounts of Will 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 Awokenhood 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. "Will you come with me? Will you practice with me?"

Raxri nodded. "Guide me, please, doctor. I have forgotten all knowledge of this."

The doctor reached down to remove Raxri's loincloth, 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 your Yokess, and I will guide you to sudden bliss."

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Raxri smiled and nodded. The doctor leaned forward kissed the erstwhile Heaven-Dancer. Raxri let their muscle instinct follow. They melted into her lips, interlocking, tongues softly touching. Lips leaving each other, a trail of spittle, then meeting again as the heat commanded them to return. Raxri could feel their Inner Heat rise, moving through out their entire body, their passions inflamed. In this act, they felt their arousal burgeon, blossoming like a lotus.

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They kissed for a few more rounds like this, their heats smashing against each other, uncontrollable and undeniable. This was not love, no. This was pure sensuality and desire... One being used as expedient means for enlightenment. As they kissed, tongue and lips interlocking, Raxri--in control of their mind--couldn't help but think about the skill of the Infinite Law to take almost every tenet of a local culture and explain it not as a demonic act to be expunged but rather an expedient mean to Enlightenment. It was a wholly subsuming doctrine, a Law that can be found within everything, and thus excluding no one.

Until all beings are free.

Unfortunately, as Raxri thought, a word rose to their mind. As Raxri and Myu Fan broke their kiss, Raxri asked: "Oh, great goddess," they said, and Myu Fan couldn't help but have their eyes flutter open in surprise. "Please, teach your slave... what is a Yokess?"

Myu Fan smiled, stifling a laugh. "It is the one who shall Yoke your wildly meandering Mind." And she leaned in again and kissed.

As they kissed, Myu Fan guided Raxri's hands to her breasts, guiding them to fondle her bounty. They did so, squeezing and pushing, kneading and rubbing. Myu Fan took Raxri's head and pushed them down to her breasts and commanded them to lick her light brown nipples. Raxri followed, licking, biting, nipping. Myu Fan squirmed within Raxri's movements; she pressed herself harder against Raxri, wishing to be one. At that moment, Raxri could see the path to enlightenment.

Myu Fan pulled Raxri up again and kissed them again. As she did, she moved her hands all over Raxri's supple, muscular body. Raxri felt a sudden, interesting pleasure arise when she touched their breasts, kneading them despite them being much smaller and flatter than Myu Fan's own. It was no contest, even: Myu Fan's could fit at least seventy Raxri breasts within her own.

But the pleasure was enough; Raxri let out a small, involuntary moan as Myu Fan came down and licked them, nipped at their dark brown nipples, bit them, fondled them as if they were any other breast. Raxri had to bite down on their hand to stop themself from crying out more moans. Myu Fan reached up and removed the hand.

"I want to hear your moans," she snarled. Raxri could only nod, and moaned, but softly, and quietly, so that no one would think there was something wrong going on in the guestroom. Thankfully, the guestroom was pretty distant from the rest of the sleeping cots, so them being heard anyway was going to be a small chance.

As she ate Raxri, and their hands and arms moved around in a heavenly dance, Myu Fan reached down even further to Raxri's nether regions. There her hands found Raxri's penis, fully erect, hard-like-stone. She made a noise, like a sudden gasp, and then began stroking it. Raxri froze, as another new pleasure ran through them. As she stroked, Raxri felt like they never wanted her to stop.

Myu Fan moved up to Raxri and kissed them, then said: "Is that good? Do you feel the pleasure?"

Raxri squealed, just a bit, and nodded. "Y-Yes..."

"Good. Good. Now repeat after me. AHOM BADRA YAUGINI HOMA HOMA IWA IWA."

Raxri chanted those same words. When they spoke it, it came naturally, without a hint of having to learn them. As if the words themselves had been imprinted into their Will. It was the same as with the Violence Mantra that they used upon slaying Silver Wind Witch Dog. Was I using this very same mantra before I lost my memory?

Their words were clear, quick. They chanted it as if they were not having their little brother being stroked furiously. Every syllable of the mantra, a pounding pleasure crashed into their mind. After a certain point, the pleasure became something greater. A great passion that sliced through all other pleasures. A bliss. But no, it was not bliss just yet. It was not that glimpse of enlightenment just yet.

As they chanted, Raxri noticed that Myu Fan was chanting the same mantra as well. As they chanted, Raxri felt the Inner Fire that welled up from the bottom of their stomach, the same inner heat that made them soft and off-balanced, short of breath... they felt that Inner Fire funnel and swell into their liver. Into their Will Furnace. Raxri could see it in Myu Fan as well, her eyes burning suddenly bright in that placid green color that denoted health. Was this her Will, manifesting in colors as well?

Myu Fan reached to one of Raxri's hands and guided them to her own nether regions, her lotus. "Visualize," she said, as Raxri's fingers touched her and she gasped. "Your hands are so scarred."

"I'm sorry," said Raxri, smiling sheepishly.

"As you chant," continued Myu Fan. "As you chant, visualize your penis as the vajra of the godkings, and symbolize my vagina as the lotus of a thousand Awoken. Touch it, slowly, softly. Like caressing a flower."

Raxri nodded and followed Myu Fan's instructions. They moved their fingers in such a way that they would touch a flower. Softly caressing, turning, rotating. Myu Fan moaned, weakened under their touch. When she opened her eyes, Raxri mouthed if they were doing it right. Myu Fan only nodded as another pulse of green wafted from her eyes. "Yes. Oh, yes."

Raxri kept going then, performing the visualization, meditating on the action. Myu Fan continued to stroke Raxri's vajra, and Raxri could feel the welling of compassionate substance pooling at the base of their body. Their semen rushed, swelling. Raxri breathed and meditated, using their Will to control the flow of their Inner Waters.

"Good, good. Yes, use your breathing technique. Sup upon my bounty, my dear slave. Let the contemplation grow." Raxri followed Myu Fan's instruction and bent down to lick and suck on her nipples, on her breasts. Myu Fan squirmed again, almost shivering, soft noises struggling to be kept back from her heart.

Through it all, they chanted, chanted, chanted. AHOM BADRA YAUGINI AHOM AHOM IWA IWA. Again and again, crescendoing in intensity as they performed the act of suffusation.

Then, Myu Fan stopped stroking. Another round of kissing, another round of Myu Fan nibbling and feasting upon Raxri's breasts. Then, she said: "Sit up. You must take the Lotus Seat. Take my Enlightenment-Essence."

Raxri obeyed, sitting up and crossing their legs in the lotus position. Myu Fan positioned herself on top of Raxri. She kissed them as they sat down, their vajra penetrating her lotus. She shuddered as she seated herself completely, freezing and melting into Raxri's mouth for a moment.

Then she broke the kiss. They both leaned backwards. Myu Fan's eyes were in a haze: the same half-lidded look of the Awoken themselves. Before they resumed chanting, she said: "Let us take each other's Enlightenment-Essence."

Raxri nodded. "Take my Diamond Compassion." They uttered, the words arising from the sea of their soul.

Impressed, Myu Fan nodded. "Take my Thunderbolt Wisdom."

She began moving, up and down. As they did, they chanted. Raxri focused on the intense pleasure that radiated from the act, used it as a means of propelling themselves past that same pleasure and into the realm of Unconditioned Bliss. The Uncreated Mind that hid behind all clouds of delusion, aversion, and desire. The pleasure was intense, as Myu Fan's lotus completely swallowed and enveloped Raxri's vajra.

They chanted more and more, the pace of the chanting quickening as their body quickened. Raxri was mindful of the entire ordeal, meditating now on the movements of their body, on the sound of Myu Fan's aroused chanting. They quickly moved toward a state of bursting pleasure, but Raxri focused again on their Will to temper their quickly moving Inner Waters.

"Oh the Awoken bless me with enlightenment...!" Myu Fan said this in chopped utterances, as she quickened her movement upon Raxri's vajra. Up-down, up-down, Myu Fan undulated, carried by the promise of sudden bliss. Raxri's eyes were similarly half-lidded, watching Myu Fan's body move up and down. Her breasts, her muscles, her skin, her flesh, moving up and down in accordance, a testament to interpenetration. As she moved, she was beautiful--Raxri had no doubt about that. Everyone was beautiful to Raxri. But as she moved, and as Raxri's mind became increasingly unclouded, now only focusing on the intense feeling that arose from the base of their spine, Myu Fan's sensual sexual figure slowly dissolved into a being of purelight.

"Oh!" Myu Fan stopped moving suddenly, slamming her lotus straight down and seizing Raxri into an embrace. Her chanting stopped with her last HIWA! and she basked in her sudden enlightenment, clinging tightly to Raxri and spasming. In that moment, Raxri felt the Wisdom of her Awoken-Nature rushing through them, removing the fleshy barrier between Raxri and Myu Fan. At that moment, Raxri felt there to be no distinction between the Warrior-Mystic Raxri and the Doctor Myu Fan.

Then, after a moment, she pulled away, and continued. "Three times. It must be three times."

Raxri understood. Myu Fan and Raxri performed the ritual once more, the fragrance of their liquids intermingling with the aroma of the incenses around them. Raxri bent down and began kneading and licking Myu Fan's breasts once again, which only quickened Myu Fan's second enlightenment. She shuddered and arched her back.

When she returned, limping against Raxri, she said: "Last one. Chant with me, Raxri. Oh, vessel of Awoken-Nature."

"We chant. W-we chant... as one...! There is no distinction between me and you...! There is no distinction between I and Void...! This is Primordial Union of Insight and Skill...!"

Sweat clad their bodies. Sticky, they embraced, achieved certain unity. Myu Fan moved again, allowing Raxri's vajra to penetrate even deeper. Their arousal and passion destroying any fatigue in their bones. Raxri allowed bits of their own Compassion-Essence to suffuse into Myu Fan to give her the strength to continue moving.

Myu Fan's movements and body were conducive to the releasing of Raxri's semen. Their vajra were increasingly aroused, managed only by Raxri's Will. As she undulated against Raxri's body, she said: "Stab me, Raxri. Stab me. We must go together. Let your Will flow. Let bliss take you. Let enlightenment take you."

Raxri nodded. They seized Myu Fan's thighs and began undulating with her. They let go of their Will, their concentration now pinpointing into that single point of bliss. They moved, faster, faster, faster. Their chanting quickened. Their sweat burst. Myu Fan pulled back and then kissed Raxri just as she attained her third bliss. As her Thunderbolt Wisdom coursed through Raxri, their Diamond Compassion penetrated through Myu Fan. Utter radiance engulfed Raxri's mind... and then pure, pure nothingness. Pure emptiness. There, it was there! The feeling of the unconditioned mind, unweighed by desire, by the cloud of delusion. There! That state of no-thought. That state of pure nothingness.

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 Will 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.