Within the silent, stone-walled training chamber of the Jade Dragon Pavilion, Wei sat cross-legged on a black jade platform. The air was still and heavy. In his hands, the Heavenly Tyrant's Dominion Scripture felt less like a book and more like a slab of frozen power. He opened it.
The script was jagged and aggressive, each character seeming to claw at the page. There were no gentle words of guidance, no talk of harmony with the heavens. This was a scripture of conquest. It did not teach one to borrow the world's Qi, but to seize it, to dominate it, to make it submit.
*Perfect,* Wei thought, a cruel smile touching his lips.
Following the first diagram, he closed his eyes and extended his will. Instead of coaxing the ambient Qi, he sent out a wave of tyrannical intent. The air in the chamber warped as spiritual energy, once placid, was violently ripped from its natural state and dragged towards him.
For any other cultivator, this chaotic, rampaging energy would have shattered their meridians and destroyed their dantian. But for Wei, it was different.
The moment the chaotic Qi entered his body, his Saint Root flared to life. It was a golden, divine engine in the core of his being. It spun with incredible speed, effortlessly grinding the violent energy into a pure, golden stream of Qi that was unmistakably his own. The power flowed through his body, nourishing every inch of his flesh, bone, and muscle.
*BOOM!*
A soft, internal explosion echoed within him. A barrier that mortals spent months or even years trying to break simply evaporated. His body felt stronger, lighter, brimming with a vitality it hadn't possessed moments before.
Body Tempering Realm, First Level. Achieved in less than an incense stick's time.
"As expected," Wei murmured, opening his eyes. A golden light flashed within them before fading. The ease of it all was intoxicating. This feeling of absolute power stoked the familiar heat in his loins, a desire for a different kind of conquest to celebrate his first step on the path to true hegemony.
He had considered the new girl, Lian. Her trembling fear was a delicacy to be savored later. Tonight, he wanted skilled, practiced worship. He wanted a tribute from a subordinate who understood his greatness.
"Mei!" His voice, now imbued with a trace of Qi, was sharp and commanding.
Almost instantly, the heavy stone door slid open. Mei entered, her steps silent as she glided across the floor before kneeling gracefully. Her mature figure was outlined perfectly by her servant's uniform, and her beautiful face was a mask of perfect subservience.
"Young Master," she said, her voice a pleasant, respectful chime.
Mei's heart, however, was anything but calm. She had heard the news of his Saint Root, and it had sent waves of elation through her. Her family had served the Li Clan for generations, their fate tied to their masters. To be the personal servant of an heir with a Saint Root was a fortune her ancestors could only dream of. A rising tide lifts all boats, and her Young Master was a divine tsunami destined to reshape the world.
She herself was a genius, having a High-Grade Earth Root and reaching the Qi Foundation realm at only nineteen. But what was that compared to him? Nothing. Her talent only made her a more worthy servant. She had given him her virginity long ago, and she gave him her body whenever he desired. It was her duty, her honor, and the surest path to resources and status for her and her family.
Wei looked down at her kneeling form, a predator admiring his prize. "You know what I desire."
There was no hesitation. "It is this servant's honor, Young Master."
She moved forward on her knees, her movements fluid and practiced. Reaching him, she untied the sash of his silk robes, parting the fabric to reveal him. His manhood was already hard, pulsing with the power that now flowed through his veins.
Mei lowered her head, her long, silken hair brushing against his thighs. She took him into her mouth, her lips soft and wet. Her tongue expertly swirled around the tip before she slowly sheathed him to the base. She began a slow, rhythmic pace, her eyes closed in concentration, her entire being focused on providing him pleasure.
Wei leaned back, his head tilted, a low groan of satisfaction escaping his lips. He watched her, the sight of this talented, beautiful cultivator, a genius in her own right, servicing him so devotedly, was a testament to his absolute dominion. Her submission was as intoxicating as the power thrumming in his meridians.
He reached down, his fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her pace. He pushed her head down, forcing her to take him deeper, a guttural sound of pleasure and exertion escaping her throat. Her hands came up to rest on his knees, gripping them as she quickened her movements, her hips swaying with the rhythm he dictated. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the silent chamber.
As his climax approached, he gripped her hair tighter, his hips thrusting forward. He filled her mouth with his release, a hot, copious flood that she swallowed without pause, a testament to her practiced obedience.
When he was finished, she remained still for a moment, poised to pull away. But the breakthrough had supercharged more than just his cultivation; his virility and desire surged with newfound power. He was still hard, demanding a more thorough conquest.
His hand shot out, grabbing her wrist before she could move. "Who said we were finished?" he growled, his voice thick with pleasure.
Mei's eyes widened fractionally in surprise, the only crack in her mask of perfect composure.
With a single, powerful motion, he hauled her up from her knees and onto his lap, pulling her into a crushing embrace against his bare chest. His arm locked around her waist like a steel band, holding her captive as he pulled her close.