I died.
A car accident ended my life just two years after starting university. The drunk bastard who hit me didn't fare well either. His luxury car, worth over two million yuan, was smashed into scrap, and judging by his blood soaked lower body and twisted, mangled hands… I couldn't help but smirk as I floated above my own corpse.
"So what if you're some rich second-gen trash? Even if you live, you'll spend the rest of your life crippled, a useless man who can't even be called a man anymore."
The bitter laugh left my lips without thinking.
Oddly enough, I felt… relieved. "Luckily, I'm an orphan. At least there's no one left behind to mourn me. My friends will be sad, sure… but they'll move on."
Then I glanced at my own broken body, and my chest tightened. A heavy sigh slipped out.
"Damn it… I'm still a virgin! My dream wasn't to become some overpowered Dragon Aotian with a harem. I just wanted to marry a bold, gorgeous woman… let her cheat on me every day if she wanted..hell, I'd even raise another man's child as long as she loved me."
I clenched my fists in frustration.
"And for that… for that stupid little wish, the universe decided to crush me? There are millions of people in this world who deserve to die, so why the hell was it me?!"
Before I could sink deeper into my regret, a strange phenomenon pulled me from my thoughts a swirling, endless black void opened up behind me, and before I could react, my spirit was sucked in violently.
A violent storm raged inside, shredding at my fragile soul. Pain like I'd never known tore through me, raw and unending. I wanted to scream. I wanted to faint. But I was just a drifting soul there was no fainting for me, only endless agony.
Then, just as I thought I'd be torn apart completely, a soft emerald light bloomed within the chaos. That warmth… it felt like salvation itself. Desperately, instinctively, I flung myself toward it.
Once I reached the light, the storm could no longer touch me. But just as I thought I was safe, a strange scanning force swept through my entire being, peeling apart the deepest corners of my heart every secret, every shameful thought, every dirty desire… nothing was hidden.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a mechanical voice echoed directly into my soul:
[ "Candidate number 1,064 has been examined. Suitable to inherit the Green God's Legacy. Spirit severely damaged. Beginning restoration."]
Warmth flooded me. My fragmented soul knit itself back together, and a strange, powerful energy surged into me, making my mental strength grow stronger, sharper… alive.
But just as comfort settled in, the energy intensified swelling until my spirit felt like it was about to rupture. The pain returned, worse than before, tearing me apart from the inside out. Then, in a blinding flash, my soul transformed into a streak of light and shot through the void.
I don't know how long I drifted like that. It could've been minutes, hours… or years. But finally, I emerged from the agony and opened my eyes.
The coppery scent of blood hit me instantly. Above me, the cold glow of a full moon filled my vision. And then I realized… I was cradled in someone's arms.
A boy. Handsome, young, pale fear and rage flashing in his eyes.
And me? I looked down at myself… tiny, fragile. I was a baby. A newborn.
Before I could even process what happened, a towering man stood before us, his aura suffocating, his wounds leaking blood onto the ground. He clenched his fists, unleashing blows so powerful they shattered the rocks and splintered the trees around us. The sheer force warped the air itself, turning the battlefield into chaos.
A hoarse, vicious voice thundered across the clearing:
"Xiao Zhengfeng! Stop resisting! Let us finish this and leave your corpse intact!"
The boy holding me trembled. But the injured man roared back:
"Helian Xiao! Keep dreaming! I'll drag you to hell with me before I ever let you walk away!"
A cold, mocking laugh erupted from the enemy's throat.
"Hahaha! Angry, are you? Because I fucked your wife? You ungrateful bastard. I went through so much trouble satisfying that hungry little slut of yours, and instead of thanking me, you dare treat me like an enemy? You killed my son, and I repaid you by making your wife scream my name and you still don't appreciate it? The Temple's proud War God disciple, reduced to a pathetic cuckold. You're nothing but a joke!"
"Brother Helian! How can you say something like that? Brother Xiao comes from an honorable, upright family! How could he possibly be grateful to you for… defiling his wife?"
The man's breathing was ragged, his tone mocking yet strangely excited. "Even if he wanted to be a cuckold, do you think he'd dare thank you for fucking his wife right to his face?"
Helian Xiao let out a disgusting, derisive chuckle. "Fierce one, don't tell me you've gone soft. We're here to take revenge on Xiao Zhengfeng, and you're still calling him Brother Xiao?"
"Hah! Brother Helian, don't pretend you're innocent." The man who had spoken before laughed wickedly. "You've just had your fun with Brother Xiao's wife… and right now, I'm inside her too, pounding her ass while you've already tasted her pussy. We've both kissed the same place, haven't we? Doesn't that make us brothers?"
Helian Xiao burst into loud laughter. "Hahaha! Now that you put it like that… yes! We are brothers!" His expression twisted, voice dripping with cruel intent as he turned toward Xiao Zhengfeng. "And since we're brothers, Xiao Zhengfeng… I won't kill you! No, I'll do worse. I'll shatter your martial arts, cripple you, and turn you into nothing but a stick of flesh. Every day, I'll fuck your wife right in front of you I'll make her bear my sons over and over, until you can do nothing but watch!"
Their cruel laughter rang out while Xiao Zhengfeng's fury surged like a storm. His attacks became wilder, his breathing heavier, his body growing desperate with each strike. I watched closely, my small body cradled in the young boy's arms, and I could tell… the man fighting so fiercely must be my father in this life.
But right then, I didn't feel any sense of familial attachment. I wasn't Xiao Zhengfeng's son in spirit; I had just crossed over into this body. Still… I didn't want him to lose. If he fell, we the baby me, the boy holding me, and the injured woman somewhere nearby would all be slaughtered without mercy.
My survival instinct screamed at me, but there was more than that. Judging from the disgusting words of Helian Xiao and his allies, I knew clearly who was right and who was wrong. My values hadn't changed just because I'd reincarnated I wanted justice to prevail.
But reality was merciless. Xiao Zhengfeng was protecting me, the boy, and his wife all while surrounded by enemies. Helian Xiao and his gang had planned this ambush carefully, and with his wife already humiliated right before him, his focus wavered. Blow after blow, his defenses weakened.
Then it happened. A vicious claw strike tore across Xiao Zhengfeng's chest but instead of collapsing, his body exploded with a terrifying aura that shook the entire battlefield.
The air turned heavy. It felt like the world itself was sinking into a bloody abyss. Helian Xiao's expression twisted in shock as a groan escaped his throat.
"The… the God of War…!" Helian Xiao roared. "Xiao Zhengfeng's fighting to the death!"
Summoning the last of his strength, Xiao Zhengfeng launched himself forward like a lightning bolt, charging directly at Helian Xiao. In that moment, the scene he had been blocking with his body became visible to me and my chest tightened.
Not far away, a one-eyed man was holding down an astonishingly beautiful woman, his hands gripping her pale thighs possessively as he forced himself onto her. Her flawless skin glistened faintly under the moonlight, her exquisite figure trembling beneath his weight. Her clothes were shredded, revealing bruises blooming across her delicate body.
I couldn't see her face clearly through the mist and chaos, but even from a distance, I knew she was breathtaking a beauty so perfect it almost hurt to look at her.
Behind the one-eyed man stood a dozen more enemies, their sinister gazes fixed on her exposed body. Their smiles were ugly, hungry.
Xiao Zhengfeng's roar cut through the night like a blade. He unleashed a devastating strike, knocking Helian Xiao backward and forcing the one-eyed man to release the woman. Using his Qi, he freed her bindings in an instant.
"Hanying!" Xiao Zhengfeng bellowed, his voice hoarse but commanding. "Take the children and run! Go!"
The beautiful woman Hanying froze for only a heartbeat. Her expression shifted from pain to determination as she threw herself toward us, sprinting at incredible speed despite her battered body.
The moment she reached us, several of the men behind the one-eyed brute lunged forward, chasing her. But Hanying didn't hesitate. Her naked, trembling body bore fresh marks of abuse, her chest still streaked with crimson handprints, yet she scooped up the boy and me with unwavering strength and ran, moving like a streak of moonlight through the trees.
As she carried us away, I looked up at her face stained with blood, damp with sweat, but strikingly beautiful. What shook me most wasn't her beauty, though. It was her eyes.
There was no humiliation in them. No shame. Only rage… and an unyielding determination to protect her children.
Even after everything she'd endured, she didn't crumble. She didn't care about her pain, her dignity, or her suffering. Her entire being was focused on one thing escape.
A lump formed in my throat. In my past life, I'd been an orphan, never knowing a mother's love… and yet, watching her now, something warm stirred deep inside me.
But reality came crashing back fast. Hanying was injured, her breathing ragged, her blood dripping onto the ground. Her Qinggong kept her speed incredible, but the pursuers were closing in with sinister smiles, their gazes crawling over her trembling, exposed body.
Her face flushed with humiliation and anger, but her steps never faltered.
I stopped struggling and buried myself quietly in the boy's arms, forcing back my cries. My tiny eyes stayed locked on the woman's back. Even after reincarnating into this chaotic world, I couldn't help but think
If she had lived on Earth in my past life, she would've been hailed as the most beautiful woman in existence. No actress, no model, no so-called goddess would come close. Her icy, ethereal aura, her fiery courage, and her unmatched martial strength… she would've crushed them all.
And yet here she was, bloodied, humiliated, and running for our lives.
"How incredible would it be…" I thought, my tiny gaze locked on Wu Hanying's flawless, tear-streaked face as she ran with us in her arms.
"If a woman like this loved me… if she belonged to me… even if she cheated on me… wouldn't that be the most intoxicating pain in the world?"
That thought slipped out before I realized it, and immediately after, the vulgar voices of the pursuers cut through my trance.
"Wu Hanying! Look at you… naked and trembling. You look even more beautiful like this!"
"Hahaha! The legendary fairy of Xiaoyao Temple… so graceful, so noble. Tell us, Lady Xinghan how does it feel to be running away after taking Helian Xiao's cock between your lips? Truly a goddess brought low!"
"Don't run, Fairy Xinghan! Stick out that perfect ass of yours and let us fuck you right here! Serve us properly, and maybe we'll let your two little brats live!"
"Clap that heavenly ass for us! If we like the sound, maybe we'll chase you slower!"
Their shameless words stabbed through the cold night like poisoned daggers. Wu Hanying's breath came ragged and shallow, her body trembling as humiliation burned beneath her skin. But she didn't stop. She couldn't.
She knew that if she turned back to fight, even if she killed a few of them, her two sons would be doomed. She had no choice but to run to create distance, to find a narrow passage, anything that could buy us time.
And so… she did the unthinkable.
When the pursuers drew dangerously close, her jade-like hand suddenly smacked against her own bare flesh.
Pah!
A crisp, clear slap echoed under the pale moonlight, and for a heartbeat, the men behind her froze in shock their bloodthirsty gazes widening at the sight of the goddess debasing herself so suddenly. Then their expressions twisted with even greater excitement, their voices growing filthier, more depraved.
"Hahaha! Did you see that? Lady Xinghan clapped her own ass for us! Oh, this is fucking amazing!"
"Louder this time, Wu Hanying! Make it ring so sweet under the moonlight! Shake that ass for us!"
"Spread those cheeks wide and let us see the pussy and tight little hole Helian Xiao just ruined!"
Their taunts were venom, and I saw Hanying's shoulders stiffen. Her delicate frame trembled, and her cheeks burned crimson with unbearable shame… but she obeyed.
For the sake of us her sons she obeyed.
Under the cold gaze of her pursuers, Wu Hanying slapped her perfect, snow-white ass again and again, making the soft flesh ripple under the moonlight. Then, choking back her humiliation, she spread her trembling cheeks just slightly, revealing the most intimate parts of herself still glistening faintly from the abuse she had endured moments ago.
Her voice trembled inside, though she said nothing aloud:
"Husband… I'm sorry…"
"I'm so, so sorry… I've degraded myself before these beasts… but it's all for our children… please… please forgive me…"
Even so, guilt and shame churned violently inside her. She wanted to disappear. She wanted to die. But she ran on, refusing to let her suffering endanger us.
After what felt like an eternity, a cliff finally came into sight up ahead. Wu Hanying's expression shifted instantly from anguish to hope.
At the base of the cliff was a narrow passage, just wide enough for one person at a time. If she could reach it, she could hold the enemies off and give us a chance to escape.
Her steps grew lighter despite her injuries, and she turned sharply to the boy carrying me my elder brother in this life.
"Qiong'er! Take Tianyu and run! Don't look back!" Her voice was fierce, but tender, overflowing with a mother's love. "No matter what happens, keep running! Mother… will block them here!"
Before the boy could respond, Wu Hanying used her remaining strength to push him forward, forcing him into the narrow path. Then she turned, standing naked under the moonlight, her flawless figure trembling but resolute as she faced the approaching pursuers alone.
I glanced back from the boy's arms, my tiny body shivering as I stared at the woman standing against the night sky. For a moment, my vision blurred, and then I heard it a soft, muffled sob.
Drops of something warm and wet landed on my small cheeks. I turned my gaze upward and realized the boy holding me was crying silently, his tears falling freely.
I couldn't help myself. Instinctively, I reached out with my tiny hands and wiped his tears away, clumsily brushing his cheeks.
The boy noticed and forced a smile through his sorrow, looking down at me tenderly.
"Tianyu…" his voice cracked, but he clenched his teeth, "Brother will protect you… I swear… I'll never let those bad men catch you!"
And with that promise, he carried me forward, running with all the strength his young body could muster.
Behind us, the sounds of battle erupted steel clashing, Qi exploding, roars of rage shaking the air. But we didn't dare look back.
For more than an hour, my brother ran tirelessly, carrying me through the wilderness until we reached a wide, fast-flowing river. He had just stopped to catch his breath when a roar thundered behind us:
"Little bastards! You've made us chase you this far… DIE! Heart-Destroying Palm!"
Before we could react, a terrifying force slammed into us, faster than lightning. My brother's small body twisted mid-air as the Qi sent us both flying like kites with cut strings.
Death was certain the overwhelming power would tear us apart. But in that instant… something inside me stirred.
A mysterious, ancient energy erupted from deep within my soul, shielding both of us and neutralizing the deadly strike completely.
I survived unharmed… but my brother wasn't as fortunate.
Coughing violently, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his body shaking as his grip on me loosened.
"I'm sorry… little brother…" he whispered, his voice faint and trembling. "I… I couldn't protect you…"
Before I could even respond, his body slipped, and he fell into the roaring river below.
"Brother!" I wanted to scream, but the current swept me away before the words left my lips.
The cold water swallowed me whole, dragging me down into its depths. My consciousness blurred, my soul trembling with agony as a strange, burning pain tore through my body.
Somewhere in that darkness, I felt my spirit pulled away…
I opened my eyes and found myself standing in a vast, ancient dimension. Before me stood a colossal stone door, exuding an aura of timeless desolation.
In front of the door, a man stood waiting.
He was breathtakingly handsome, his presence commanding, his eyes like twin stars that could pierce through eternity. When he saw me, he studied me silently for a long moment… then nodded faintly.
"The winner this time… isn't bad," he said, his voice like distant thunder. "Someone who shares the same hobbies as me."
With a casual wave of his hand, he summoned my spirit closer. The sheer force of his existence pressed against me, vast and suffocating as if with a single thought, he could destroy worlds.
I stood frozen, stunned by his overwhelming aura, my childish soul trembling.
Seeing my dazed expression, the man chuckled softly. "So simple-minded… Hah. But then again, how many men who love as deeply as I do… aren't fools?"
His gaze grew sharp as he declared:
"Boy… if you wish to inherit my legacy, kneel… and acknowledge me as your Master."
Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees and kowtowed three times, my tiny voice echoing through the endless void.
"Greetings… master!"
I knelt and kowtowed without hesitation.
In my past life, I had read countless Long Ao Tianwen stories where the protagonists acted arrogantly before ancient, peerless masters boasting and posturing as if they were equals. Now that I stood in such a situation myself, I couldn't help but think…
How foolish!
If you dared to act like that here, losing your chance at fortune would be the smallest problem. Getting slapped into a fine mist of blood would be far more likely.
And those stories where a peerless master wanted to accept a disciple but set conditions, treating themselves like a "grandson" to some trashy mortal… laughable. Absolutely laughable!
Who in their right mind would believe such delusions? Only a brainless idiot would think a being who could destroy you with a flick of a finger would grovel just to make you his disciple.
For me, kneeling wasn't humiliating at all. Someone was offering me a chance to inherit a power that could shake the heavens themselves. Respecting him was only natural. And so, I kowtowed three times, my forehead striking the cold ground with neither hesitation nor resentment.
The man smiled faintly, his handsome face radiant under the dim, eternal light of this strange realm. His voice carried both pride and nostalgia as he spoke:
"Hah! My Green God's inheritance in the Tianwu Realm has been severed for thousands of years… but now, someone has finally succeeded me. It changes nothing for me I've already ascended and become a god. But…" he chuckled softly, "among my divine peers, it's been… embarrassing. Imagine a god without a successor in his own realm!"
"Master," I said respectfully, lowering my head, "I wonder… what are the rules of our sect? Please instruct me."
The Green God's expression softened. "Our sect doesn't care for tedious restrictions. There's only one principle you must remember: act according to righteousness. Do good where you can, but… never force beyond your ability."
He paused, then added with a faint, teasing smile:
"However… there is one condition when inheriting my sect's techniques. You must meet the… unique standards of the Qinglong Sect."
My brows furrowed slightly. "May I ask what those conditions are?"
The Green God's smile widened, his tone turning oddly amused.
"The first requirement is simple: to join the Qinglong Sect, a man must be… a cuckold like you, and like me. As for the women… they must be sluts who deeply love their husbands."
He laughed lightly and continued, "These techniques were created for us… a very special kind of men. Of course, if you learn other martial arts in the future, you may teach them freely. But my sect's core techniques? They're for our kind… and our kind alone."
His words struck me like lightning.
Suddenly, everything made sense.
I recalled the mechanical voice from earlier, the one that had mentioned over a thousand candidates being eliminated during the inheritance trials. So the reason over 1,063 people failed… was because they refused to embrace cuckoldry.
But for me?
I wasn't like them.
I was born for this sect.
Knowing that the man before me the god whose power I would inherit was a fellow enthusiast, my heart surged with pure excitement.
And as I stared at his almost inhumanly handsome face, curiosity gnawed at me.
If the Green God is such a proud cuckold… then what kind of woman could belong to him?
Just imagining his wife's beauty, her intoxicating body, and the thought of another man conquering her… My mind wandered before I even realized it, and the question slipped out from my lips.
"Master… you also like to be cuckolded, right? Then… does Master's Wife really… sleep with other men?"
The Green God's expression brightened instantly, and he replied without shame:
"Of course! In fact…" He smirked. "She's in my divine palace right now, having sex with the mansion's steward. And here I am… standing outside, guarding the door."
I froze. "…Master's Wife… locked you outside?"
I hesitated, then asked carefully, "…Don't the others in the mansion… suspect anything?"
The Green God puffed his chest proudly. "Haha! Though I am mighty, I am also the most famous henpecked fool in the divine realm. No matter what lies your Mistress tells me… I choose to believe her. Always."
I blinked in disbelief. "…You believe everything she says? Doesn't anyone… find that strange?"
He chuckled deeply, his gaze filled with unfathomable amusement.
"Hahaha! You'll understand soon enough. This is one of the unique traits of our sect's cultivation technique. When you practice it, you'll… naturally see things my way."
After saying this, the Green God's expression grew serious.
"Alright. Calm your mind. I will now teach you the technique."
At his words, I straightened my back, forcing my excitement down and preparing myself. There was no ceremony, no chanting, no incense. The Green God simply raised his finger and lightly tapped my forehead.
In an instant BOOM a torrent of incomprehensible knowledge exploded into my mind, flooding my sea of consciousness with techniques, skills, and secret arts. My vision blurred, my head spun violently, and yet I clung to every fragment of knowledge pouring into me.
After what felt like an eternity, I gasped and opened my eyes. The Green God stood before me, smiling gently.
"The transmission is complete," he said softly. "I entrust the Qinglong Sect to you. Carry it forward in the Tianwu Realm."
I hesitated, frowning slightly. "Ancestor… men like us are a rare minority. Isn't it impossible to make our sect flourish? You couldn't do it back then… how could I succeed where you failed?"
The Green God chuckled. "Do your best. That's all I ask. Besides…" He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper, "I left behind a treasure vault in the Tianwu Realm. Inside are artifacts, medicines, and techniques beyond imagination. If you find it, it will aid you greatly."
He straightened his back and added, "But even without it, you now possess everything you need to become the strongest in the Tianwu Realm."
I clenched my fists tightly, determination surging within me. "Yes! I will grow strong… and make the Qinglong Sect rise once more!"
The Green God nodded approvingly. "Good. First, familiarize yourself with your new powers and techniques. When you return to your body, begin practicing immediately."
With a casual wave of his hand, my soul was expelled from that mysterious realm, shooting back into my infant body.
When I opened my eyes, the cold sensation of rushing water surrounded me. I was still floating down the river, but to my surprise, my body was unharmed.
A soft green light enveloped me, protecting me from the currents and debris.
Closing my eyes again, I dove into my sea of consciousness to examine the techniques I had inherited. But the first one that appeared before me wasn't a martial art…
It was something else entirely.
A book formed within my mind glowing faintly with emerald light its title carved in ancient characters:
"A Guide to Spiritual Cultivation."
The moment I focused on it, a message left by the Green God unfolded within my consciousness, his voice carrying a playful, almost indulgent tone:
"My dear disciple… I know you've been reincarnated into a powerless infant. So, I used the last of my divine energy to reshape your soul and body and gift you this technique.
With this guide, you will be able to seduce and cultivate the women closest to you from the moment of your infancy turning them into willing, insatiable sluts while also seducing the men around you into a life of cuckoldry.
It won't grant you overwhelming power… but it will give you something far rarer: the ability to comfortably live as a cuckold, watching your loved ones' pleasures without limits."
The message ended, and a wave of indescribable excitement coursed through me.
For someone like me someone like us this was beyond precious.
What's the cruelest torment for a man like me? To know your wife is being taken by another man, to feel your blood boil with jealousy and desire… but not be allowed to watch. To be denied the agony and ecstasy of witnessing it yourself.
But now?
With this technique… I could see everything.
My lips curled into a smile I couldn't suppress. I dove into the Spiritual Cultivation Guide, studying every detail carefully.
And when I finally understood its methods… I couldn't help but laugh softly to myself.
From now on, I wouldn't need to practice tirelessly to grow stronger.
All I needed… was to learn how to use it properly.
The first half of the "Spiritual Cultivation Guide" detailed the foundations of spiritual refinement how to strengthen the soul, harness its hidden potential, and unlock the subsequent techniques. Once the spirit grew strong enough, it could transcend the body, slip into invisibility, and even shift its form. A powerful spirit would also sharpen the mind, enhance the body's natural aptitude, and deepen one's enlightenment.
Although a free spirit couldn't directly attack or defend, its utility was immeasurable scouting enemy strongholds, gathering secrets, comprehending the laws of heaven and earth, and even transmitting martial arts and knowledge through "infusion." At higher stages, one could even peer into another person's thoughts, stripping away all mental defenses like fragile paper.
Fortunately, my spirit had already been reshaped by the Green God's inheritance, leaving it incomparably powerful. Without any practice, I instantly mastered several advanced techniques soul separation, form-shifting, and invisibility. Even the more profound arts perceiving the natural Dao and infusing thoughts were already within my grasp.
After fully comprehending the Spiritual Cultivation Guide, I turned my attention to the other cultivation techniques I had inherited. Behind the guide, two techniques immediately drew my gaze, their brilliance impossible to ignore.
One radiated a soft turquoise glow, cool and tranquil, filling me with clarity and peace.
The other shimmered with a warm crimson light, intoxicating and passionate, like being embraced by a lover's tenderness.
"Azure Dragon Heart Sutra… Scarlet Phoenix Treasure Mirror!"
I whispered their names, my heartbeat quickening. The deeper I read, the more exhilarated I became. Both techniques were peerless arts capable of leading directly to ascension once perfected. The Azure Dragon Heart Sutra was meant for men; the Scarlet Phoenix Treasure Mirror, for women.
Each art was divided into nine realms:
First realm Mortal Stage: opening the body's meridians
Second to fifth realms Innate Stage: from early to peak mastery of internal true energy
Sixth realm Transcendent Stage: stepping beyond mortal limits
Seventh & eighth realms Sage Stage: comprehending traces of the Dao itself
Ninth realm Perfection: shattering the void and ascending to higher planes
From these techniques, I also learned the broader martial hierarchy of this world. Cultivators were classified as follows:
Mortal Realm → Focused on opening meridians, gradually reaching bodily perfection.
Innate Realm → Mastery of true energy, wielding the power of heaven and earth itself.
Transcendent Realm → Harnessing true essence, merging completely with the natural world; one's strength became limitless, bound only by comprehension.
Sage Realm → Partial understanding of the Dao, able to manifest heavenly visions with a single strike.
Void-Shattering Realm → The final step before ascension.
With each breakthrough came longevity:
Mortal cultivators lived up to 150 years.
Innate experts could reach 250 years.
Transcendent masters surpassed 350 years.
Sages lived close to 500 years.
Upon realizing this, I finally understood my father, in this life, was a Transcendent Realm powerhouse. I still remembered the earth-shaking visions of his battle. My chest burned with a single desire: I must become even stronger than him one day.
Yet, as incredible as the Azure Dragon Heart Sutra and Scarlet Phoenix Treasure Mirror were, their cultivation requirements were… extreme.
To cultivate the Azure Dragon Heart Sutra, a man must genuinely enjoy being cuckolded finding ecstasy in his wife's intimacy with other men.
To practice the Scarlet Phoenix Treasure Mirror, a woman must be righteous, loving, promiscuous, and lustful, while deeply devoted to her husband.
Failing to meet these unique conditions meant one would never surpass the fifth level, forever capped below the Transcendent Realm.
The techniques also possessed special marital secrets:
The Scarlet Phoenix Dragon Controlling Technique usable once in a lifetime by a woman. With it, she could make the man she loved believe any lie she spoke, no matter how absurd.
The Azure Dragon Heart Purifying Technique a male-exclusive ability granting immunity to all soul-manipulating techniques and mental corruption.
These weren't combat-focused skills; rather, they were gifts the Green God added for his sect's pleasure, ensuring harmony and mischief between couples.
Realizing how rare and powerful these techniques were, I began cultivating the Azure Dragon Heart Sutra immediately even as an infant drifting down the river. With my enhanced spirit, my body's aptitude had already surpassed even the highest supreme constitutions. My enlightenment was unmatched, my physique perfect. There was no doubt in my heart I would reach the pinnacle of cultivation.
And when that day came… I would avenge my parents and brother.
I don't know how long I drifted along the river before I finally mastered the first realm of the Azure Dragon Heart Sutra. But when I did, I became something unheard of in the history of the Tianwu Realm a newborn child who had already stepped into the Innate Realm.
Opening my eyes, I found myself lying on the riverbank, at the foot of a towering mountain. No one was around. A surge of panic rose within me.
"Damn it! Even if I've reached the Innate Realm, I'm still just a helpless baby. I can't move, I can't feed myself… If no one finds me, I'll starve or be eaten alive by wild beasts! I need to find people… now!"
With that thought, my spirit left my tiny body and soared through the forest, searching desperately for any sign of human life. I searched for miles, but there was no one nearby. Finally, I floated higher, reaching the snowy ridges of a mountain peak.
And then… I heard it.
The distant clash of weapons.
A fierce battle… somewhere above.