The morning sun filtered through the silk curtains of the Bridal Pavilion, casting long beams of light across the wreckage of the wedding night.
The room smelled of musk, expensive wine, and the distinct, salty tang of dried semen.
Feng Wuya sat cross-legged on the edge of the massive bed, wearing a loose silk robe that hung open, revealing his chest. He was fresh, his energy revitalized by the Dual Cultivation.
On the floor, kneeling beside the bed, was Su Qingyue.
She was naked. The red brand FENG SLAVE on her pubic mound was angry and peeling slightly, a permanent mark of her new status. She was cleaning him.
With a basin of warm water and a soft cloth, she gently wiped his thighs and groin. Her movements were slow, practiced, and utterly devoid of pride. Her eyes were downcast, focused solely on the task of serving the man who had ruined her.
"Higher," Feng Wuya commanded, sipping a cup of tea.
"Yes, Master," she whispered hoarsely.
She moved the cloth up, cleaning his member. It was soft now, sleeping, but the sight of it still made her flinch. It was the weapon that had torn her open, the tool that had reformatted her life.
Feng Wuya ignored her ministrations and picked up the object sitting on the bedside table.
The Black Iron Ring.
It vibrated in his hand, hot to the touch. The soul inside was furious.
"Wake up, Old Ghost," Feng Wuya said, channeling a spike of Golden Core Qi into the metal.
ZZZT.
A hiss of smoke erupted from the ring. A translucent, blue figure materialized in the air above the bed.
It was an old man with long white eyebrows and a dignified, if fading, aura. Old Yan. The legendary Alchemist and former Saint who had guided Ye Chen.
Old Yan glared at Feng Wuya with eyes full of hatred. Then, his gaze drifted down.
He saw Su Qingyue. The Holy Maiden he had told Ye Chen to pursue. The woman destined to be the Mother of the World.
She was naked, kneeling on the floor like a common bathhouse slave, wiping the villain's crotch with a look of broken obedience.
"You... beast..." Old Yan's soul flickered, his voice trembling with rage. "You didn't just defeat Ye Chen. You defiled everything he fought for."
"I optimized it," Feng Wuya corrected. He kicked Su Qingyue lightly. "Qingyue, greet the Elder."
Su Qingyue froze. She looked up and saw the ghost. She recognized him from Ye Chen's descriptions.
Shame, hot and agonizing, flooded her face. She dropped the cloth and covered her breasts with her arms, curling into herself.
"Greetings... Senior," she sobbed.
"Look at her," Feng Wuya grabbed Su Qingyue's chin, forcing her to look at the ghost. "This is the 'Jade Beauty' you promised your disciple. She's much happier now. Aren't you, pet?"
"I... I am happy..." Su Qingyue lied, the words tasting like bile. "Serving Master Feng... is my honor."
Old Yan looked away, unable to bear the sight. "Kill me, Demon. I will tell you nothing. I will burn my remnant soul before I give you the Ancient Dragon Sutra."
"I figured you'd say that," Feng Wuya smiled. "But you see, Old Yan, souls are fragile things. And yours is tethered to this ring."
Feng Wuya stood up. He walked over to a table where an incense burner sat. He placed the ring inside the burner.
"This is Soul-Corroding Incense," Feng Wuya explained, lighting a purple stick. "It doesn't destroy the soul. It just... itches. It feels like a million ants eating your mind."
He blew the smoke onto the ring.
"AAAAGGGHHH!"
Old Yan's projection screamed, clutching his head. The pain was metaphysical, bypassing physical defenses. His blue form flickered violently.
"Stop! Stop it!"
"The Sutra," Feng Wuya demanded calmly. "Where is the second half?"
"Never! Ye Chen... Ye Chen will find it! He will avenge me!"
"Ye Chen?" Feng Wuya laughed. "Qingyue, tell the Senior where your ex-fiancé is."
Su Qingyue trembled, tears dripping onto her naked thighs. "He... he is in the Wilderness... with broken limbs..."
"And without his ring," Feng Wuya added. "He's dog food, Old Yan. He's probably being digested by a Spirit Wolf right now."
"No..." Old Yan's spirit wavered. The hope that anchored him was shattering.
"I can save him," Feng Wuya lied. "I can send my guards to retrieve him. Maybe even heal him. Let him live as a mortal farmer."
Old Yan looked at Feng Wuya. "You... you would spare him?"
"If you give me the Sutra. And if you acknowledge me as the new Master."
Old Yan looked at the incense burner, then at the broken Su Qingyue, and finally at the powerful, arrogant Villain. He realized he had no leverage. Ye Chen was finished. The legacy was dead.
"Fine..." Old Yan slumped, his spirit looking decades older. "I will give you the technique. But you must swear to let Ye Chen live."
"I swear," Feng Wuya said, crossing his fingers behind his back.
Old Yan sighed. He raised his hand, and a beam of golden light shot from his forehead into Feng Wuya's brow.
[Ding! Information Received.] [Technique Acquired: Ancient Dragon God Sutra (Immortal Grade).] [Description: The ultimate body refinement technique. Requires Dragon Blood and extreme Yang energy to cultivate.] [System Analysis: Compatible with Sovereign Yin-Yang Joyous Union Scripture. Merging...]
Feng Wuya felt a rush of information. His brain expanded. The secrets of the Dragon God—how to turn skin to scales, how to breathe fire, how to possess the stamina of a beast—flooded his mind.
"Excellent," Feng Wuya grinned, his eyes glowing gold.
"Now... stop the incense," Old Yan pleaded.
"One more thing," Feng Wuya said. He didn't extinguish the incense. "This Sutra requires Dragon Blood to activate the first layer. I don't have a dragon."
He looked at Old Yan.
"But I have a Dragon's Soul."
Old Yan's eyes widened. "You... you swore! You can't consume a soul! It's forbidden magic!"
"I am a Villain," Feng Wuya reminded him. "I do forbidden things before breakfast."
He activated the Devouring Function of his System.
A black vortex appeared in Feng Wuya's palm.
"NO! NOOOO!" Old Yan screamed as he was sucked toward the vortex. "YOU HAVE NO HONOR! THE HEAVENS WILL PUNISH YOU!"
"The Heavens are scared of me," Feng Wuya said.
He clenched his fist.
CRUNCH.
The blue spirit was crushed into a ball of pure, glowing soul energy. Feng Wuya brought it to his mouth and swallowed it whole.
Gulp.
It tasted like ozone and ancient power.
[Ding! Soul Devoured.] [Soul Strength +5000.] [Dragon Bloodline Activated (0.5%).] [Trait Acquired: Dragon's Authority (Beasts and weak-willed humans will instinctively kneel).]
Feng Wuya shuddered as the power coursed through him. His skin rippled, faint golden scales appearing on his arms for a second before fading. His pupils narrowed into vertical slits.
He felt incredible. He felt... hungry.
He looked down at Su Qingyue.
She was staring at him in horror. He had just eaten a ghost.
"Master..." she whispered, shrinking back.
"The Dragon Blood makes me hot," Feng Wuya growled, his voice deeper, vibrating with a reptilian growl. "I need to cool down."
He grabbed Su Qingyue by the hair and dragged her onto the bed.
"Assume the position."
Su Qingyue didn't argue. She scrambled onto her hands and knees, presenting her branded, abused backside.
Feng Wuya didn't enter her immediately. He activated his new Dragon's Authority.
"Bark," he commanded.
"W-What?"
"Bark like a dog. Old Yan is watching from my stomach. Let him hear what his disciple's wife has become."
Su Qingyue closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. Her dignity was gone. Her hope was gone.
"Woof..." she whispered.
"Louder."
"Woof! Woof!"
Feng Wuya laughed. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging in so hard they left bruises. He didn't use lubrication. The Dragon energy made him savage.
He slammed into her.
"AAAAHH!"
It was rougher than before. Animalistic. He wasn't making love; he was conquering territory. He bit her shoulder, drawing blood. He slapped her ass until it was beet red.
And all the while, Su Qingyue barked between her sobs, a broken pet serving a Dragon in human skin.