A Cultivadora que Saiu da Prisão Feminina

On the prison yard of Phoenix Women’s Prison, the only man in the place sat idly as a procession of female inmates, all in uniform, lined up before him with shameless flirtation and brazen charm, each one trying her utmost to catch his eye. He was Li Mo Xuan, and for the women of the prison he had become the sole object of their longing.

Three years ago, his beautiful master had sent him here, telling him that the inmates suffered from all manner of strange ailments and that this would sharpen his medical skills. At first, Li Mo Xuan had been so exhilarated by the sight of those alluring women of every shape and temperament that he had nearly convinced himself he had come to paradise. He had been ready to throw himself into his craft, determined to win over every last person in the prison.

Yet within a month, he had been utterly defeated.

People said women become wolves at thirty, tigers at forty, and can still strip the earth bare at fifty. But in Li Mo Xuan’s eyes, the beauties in this prison, though mostly in their twenties and thirties, were all like industrial-strength vacuum cleaners.

Still, just as his second master had promised, his medical skill had improved by leaps and bounds over those three years, and his cultivation had advanced from the energy-refining stage into the foundation-building realm. He had truly entered the ranks of the cultivators.

According to the rules of his sect, once he reached the peak of the foundation-building stage, he would be allowed to return to the mortal world and emerge from prison like a dragon brea