The Harmony of Five cut through the clouds like a golden dream, its phoenix prow gleaming in the afternoon light.
Tian stood at the railing of the observation deck, watching the Xia Imperial Capital shrink into the distance until it was nothing but a speck of gold and crimson on the horizon.
His maids moved quietly behind him, preparing tea and snacks for the journey ahead.
‘That was a good visit,’ he thought, a satisfied smile playing at his lips.
‘A very good visit.’ [The Host acquired five hundred and seventy-three slaves, the undying loyalty of an Empress, and the affections of two ancient ancestors.
‘Good’ seems like an understatement.] ‘System, you’re supposed to let me be humble.’ [This system does not understand the concept of ‘humble.’] ‘Clearly.’ — Three Years Ago — The Xia Imperial Ancestral Land Deep within the imperial palace, hidden behind formations that had stood for millions of years, there existed a small world.
“Small” was a relative term, of course—to the cultivators of the Primordial Realm, a pocket dimension merely twice the size of Earth was considered modest.
But to Xia Ruyan and Xia Lengyue, who stepped through the spatial gate with the jade container clutched between them, this world was a tomb.
The sky was a perpetual twilight, painted in shades of amber and grey.
The air was thick with the scent of withering flowers and dry earth.
Spiritual energy, once abundant, had grown thin and stale.
The trees that lined the winding paths were bare, their leaves long since fallen.
The fountains that had once burbled with liquid starlight stood dry and silent.
Every surface was coated in a fine layer of dust.
This was the place where the Xia Dynasty’s oldest ancestors came to die.
“Third Sister,” Xia Ruyan called, her voice echoing through the stillness.
“Sixth Sister.
All of you.
Come out.
We’ve brought something.” For a moment, nothing happened.
Then the air shimmered, and figures began to emerge from the shadows.
They came slowly, their movements heavy with the weight of age.
Eleven women in total, their faces bearing the marks of countless millennia, their hair silver-white or fading grey.
Their bodies, once voluptuous and commanding, had grown thin and frail.
Their eyes—ancient eyes that had watched dynasties rise and fall—were dim with the acceptance of approaching death.
The Third Ancestor stepped forward.
Her name was Xia Yuxian, and she had been the beauty of her generation five million years ago.
Now her black hair was streaked with grey, and her face, still elegant, was lined with exhaustion.
Her body had lost its youthful fullness, leaving behind a slender frame that seemed almost fragile.
But her eyes—sharp and intelligent—still held the fire of a Great Emperor.
“Eldest Sister.
Second Sister.” Her voice was serious, almost reproachful.
“You know we have very little time if we are not sleeping.
Our twilight years have arrived.
Why have you woken us?” The other ancestors nodded, their expressions grim.
One of them—the Sixth Ancestor, Xia Mingzhu, a woman whose silver hair still held traces of its former midnight black—stepped forward.
She was the calmest of the sisters, the most intelligent, the one who had always been the strategist behind the dynasty’s greatest victories.
“We are not as talented as you two,” Xia Mingzhu said quietly.
“We could not make progress in millions of years.
Our cultivation has stagnated.
Our lifespans are nearly spent.” She turned to Xia Qingwu, who stood behind the two eldest ancestors, and a gentle smile crossed her weathered face.
“But do not worry, Qingwu.
Before we go, we will destroy the enemies that threaten you.
We will ensure the dynasty continues forward.
This we swear.” The other ancestors nodded in unison.
Their eyes, though dim, burned with determination.
“We thought the Fourth and Fifth Brothers were facing the enemy,” another ancestor murmured.
“They were not here.
Have they fallen in battle?
Is that why you’ve come?” Xia Ruyan’s eyes grew wet.
These were her sisters—women who had accompanied her through millions of years, who had fought beside her, who had laughed with her, who had mourned with her.
And now they were preparing to die for a dynasty that had forgotten them.
“You’re wrong,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.
“We didn’t come here because of an enemy.” Xia Lengyue, ever cold, allowed a rare smile to cross her pale lips.
“We came to give you life.” The eleven ancestors stared in confusion.
Xia Ruyan raised the jade container.
She opened it.
And the air changed.
The stale, decaying atmosphere was swept away by a wave of pure, radiant vitality.
The dying trees shivered and began to bud.
The dry fountains stirred.
The grey sky lightened.
Life—true, vibrant, unstoppable life—poured from the container like a second sun.
“This is…” Xia Yuxian’s voice trailed off, her sharp eyes wide with disbelief.
“Water from the Lake of Vitality,” Xia Lengyue said.
“The Primordial Chaos Dao Treasure of the five forbidden clans.” Silence.
Then chaos.
“Impossible!” “How did you obtain this?!” “The five forbidden clans would never—” “Did you ROB them?!” Xia Mingzhu’s calm voice cut through the clamor.
Her silver eyes, suddenly sharp and alert, fixed on her two eldest sisters with grim intensity.
“Eldest Sister.
Second Sister.
Tell us the truth.
Did you steal from the descendants of those clans?
If you did, the entire dynasty is in danger.
We have nothing of equal value to exchange for this.
Nothing.” The other ancestors fell silent, the weight of her words settling over them like a shroud.
The five forbidden forces were not merely powerful.
They were absolute.
To offend them was to invite annihilation so total that not even ashes would remain.
Xia Ruyan laughed.
“Steal?
No, no.
We didn’t steal anything.” She exchanged a glance with Xia Lengyue.
“It was a gift.” “A gift?” Xia Yuxian’s voice was incredulous.
“Who in the five forbidden clans would give such a treasure as a gift?” Xia Ruyan’s amber eyes sparkled.
“Sisters.
Sit down.
This is a long story.” And she told them everything.
She told them of the Crown Princess who had been hunted by her own brothers.
Of the desperate flight through the wilderness.
Of the Boundary Breaking Talisman that had saved them at the last moment.
Of the four women falling from the sky into the lap of a nine-year-old boy.
She told them of Qin Tian—the young master of the five forbidden forces, the first male ever born to them, the child with five Immortal Physiques.
She told them of his cold eyes when the Fifth Ancestor had tried to kill his maids.
Of the aunties of great havenly emperor who had descended like divine judgment.
Of the thirty Great Emperors whose auras had shattered the Shadow Guards.
She told them of the Mirror of Truth exposing the corruption of the dyansty .
Of the Emperor dying from a heart demon.
Of the princes executed by a thousand cuts.
Of the Empress ascending the throne.
And she told them of the boy who had asked for nothing in return.
Who had simply smiled and said, “Don’t worry.
I’m here.” When she finished, the eleven ancestors were silent.
Their eyes, which had been dim with the acceptance of death, now blazed with something that had not burned in them for millions of years.
Hope.
“A nine-year-old boy,” Xia Mingzhu breathed.
“A nine-year-old boy saved our dynasty.” “Not just saved it,” Xia Lengyue corrected.
“He remade it.” Xia Yuxian’s hands trembled as she reached for the jade container.
“And this water…
the Dao Leaves…
he simply…
gave them?” “He left them as a parting gift,” Xia Qingwu said, her voice soft.
“He said we would need them.” The ancestors stared at the treasures before them.
Dao Leaves of Enlightenment.
Emperor Grade fruits.
And the water from the Lake of Vitality—enough to extend their lifespans by a hundred thousand years each.
“We are not worthy,” one of them whispered.
They understand what are the value of this water is .
“No,” Xia Ruyan agreed.
“But he gave them anyway.
That is simply who he is.” The ancestors ate.
The Dao Leaves dissolved on their tongues, flooding their meridians with enlightenment.
The water of vitality poured down their throats, burning away the decay of ages, restoring youth and vigor to bodies that had been on the verge of collapse.
And then the breakthroughs began.
One by one, the eleven ancestors felt the barriers that had blocked their cultivation for millions of years shatter like glass.
Their auras erupted.
Their power soared.
The small world trembled under the weight of their ascension.
When the dust settled, the eleven women who stood before Xia Ruyan and Xia Lengyue were no longer withered and frail.
Their hair had regained its luster.
Their faces had smoothed.
Their bodies had filled out with the curves of mature, powerful women.
They were still ancient—still bearing the weight of millions of years—but they were alive in a way they had not been for eons.
And they were all weeping from joy .
“Thank you,” Xia Yuxian whispered, tears streaming down her newly youthful face.
“Thank you.” Xia Ruyan embraced her.
“Don’t thank us.
Thank the little boy who gave us this gift.” Xia Qingwu smiled through her own tears.
“He’ll visit again.
You can thank him yourself.” — Deep in the capital, the most powerful ancient families felt the breakthroughs.
The ancestors who had fled from Tian’s auntie—the Great Emperors who had run like frightened children—opened their eyes in their secluded chambers.
They sensed the familiar auras of the imperial ancestors…
and felt them strengthen.
“Impossible,” one of them breathed.
“Their lifespans were nearly spent.
How…?” Another ancestor, wiser and more cautious, simply closed his eyes again.
“Do not question it.
The Empress has the backing of forces we cannot comprehend.
The imperial family has risen.
We will not provoke them.
Ever.” The weaker families—those whose ancestors were merely Peak Quasi-Great Emperors or Quasi-Great Emperors—felt the fluctuations and trembled with even greater fear.
If the imperial ancestors were growing stronger, then the dynasty’s foundation was becoming unshakeable.
And all because of that child.
— Present Day — Three Years Later The Xia Dynasty had prospered under Empress Qingwu’s rule.
Corruption had been purged.
The treasury had swelled.
The armies had been reformed.
The people had grown content.
And through it all, the Empress had thought of one thing.
How can I make my little husband happy?
The answer came to her on a warm spring afternoon as she sat on her throne, listening to her ministers’ reports.
“Harem,” she said suddenly.
The Minister of Rites blinked.
“Empress?” “I need more women for the Imperial Harem.
Beautiful women.
Talented women.
Women with Dao Bodies and pure hearts and faces that could make poets weep.” The Minister of Rites was, thankfully, one of the new officials—a woman who had been promoted after the purges.
She understood immediately.
“I will send word to the ancient families immediately, Empress.” Xia Qingwu nodded.
Then she summoned Xia Yurou.
“Go to every ancient family in the Imperial Capital.
They are to become members of the Imperial Harem.” Xia Yurou’s lips curved into a knowing smile.
“For the Young Master?” “For him.” The order swept through the capital like a storm.
The clan leaders were perplexed at first.
The Empress was a woman—what need had she for a harem of beautiful women?
But when they took their confusion to their ancestors, they received the scolding of their lives.
“You IDIOTS!” one ancestor roared at his descendants.
“Do you not understand what this is?!
This is an opportunity!
The Empress is not collecting women for herself—she is collecting them for the young master of the five forbidden forces!
The boy who purged the corrupt officials!
The child with Great Emperors protecting him!
If our women enter his harem, our family will be connected to HIM!” The clan leaders’ faces went pale, then red with excitement.
“Send our most talented daughter!” “No—send TWO!
Send our most beautiful elder as well!” “The clan leader herself should go!
She has a Dao Body and is still young!” “Pack bridal maids!
Beautiful ones!
Talented ones!
Nothing less will do!” And so the women were sent.
Hundreds of them.
The most talented, most beautiful women in the entire Imperial Capital.
Daughters of ancient families.
Elders with Dao Bodies.
Even a few clan leaders who had volunteered themselves.
Each one accompanied by two or three bridal maids who were themselves stunning enough to be holy maidens anywhere else.
The young heroes of the dynasty—the proud sons of noble families who had worshipped these women from afar—were devastated.
“The Goddess of the Chen Clan is entering the Imperial Harem?!” “Lady Ming—my Lady Ming—she can’t—” “She’s gone!
They’re ALL gone!” Some young masters drowned their sorrows in wine.
Others wrote heartbroken poetry.
A few, in their drunken stupidity, cursed the Empress openly.
“What is she going to do with all those women?!” one young noble raged in a tavern.
“She’s a WOMAN!” The city guards arrested him before he could finish his second cup.
The poets who penned verses begging the Empress to release the women were also arrested.
And whipped.
Their poems were burned.
And so the Imperial Harem was filled.
— Present Day — The Imperial Harem The women in the harem hall giggled as they recalled those chaotic days.
Three years had passed, and they had grown comfortable in their new lives.
More than comfortable—they were happy.
The harem was a place of luxury and peace, where cultivation resources flowed freely and the only expectation was that they be loyal to one person.
A person who was currently standing before them, looking slightly overwhelmed.
“Ladies,” Tian said, raising his hands, “one at a time, please—” The first woman to approach him was one of the seven Daughters of Destiny.
She was a mature beauty with hair of deep chestnut brown that fell in waves to her waist.
Her eyes were a warm hazel, crinkled at the corners with a smile that was both gentle and knowing.
Her face was elegant—high cheekbones, a straight nose, lips painted a soft rose.
She had been the leader of the Yu Clan, one of the most powerful families in the capital, before she had volunteered to join the harem.
Yu Qing’er was forty years old by cultivation standards—barely past adolescence in immortal terms—but she carried herself with the confidence of a woman who had commanded a clan.
Her body was the body of a mature woman in her prime: full breasts that strained against her silk robes, a narrow waist, wide hips that swayed with every step.
She was beautiful in the way a perfectly aged wine is beautiful—rich, complex, and utterly intoxicating.
She took Tian’s hand and knelt, pressing it to her forehead.
“Husband,” she said, her voice soft as silk, “please always love me, okay?” Tian looked down at her—this powerful, mature woman who had given up her clan to serve him—and smiled.
“Always.” Yu Qing’er’s cheeks flushed pink.
The Maiden Calamity Body pulsed, and her heart fluttered like a maiden’s.
The other women surged forward.
One by one, they introduced themselves.
The second Daughter of Destiny was Ming Yuexin, a young woman of twenty-five with hair like spun moonlight and eyes the pale lavender of twilight.
She was slender and graceful, with the delicate beauty of a fairy-tale princess.
Her body was not as voluptuous as Yu Qing’er’s, but her elegance was breathtaking.
She had been the most sought-after beauty in the capital’s younger generation, and now she knelt before Tian with stars in her eyes.
“Husband,” she whispered, “I am Ming Yuexin.
Please take care of me.” The third Daughter of Destiny was Chen Lihua, a thirty-year-old elder of the Chen Clan with hair of deep ocean blue and eyes like sapphires.
She was a scholar, her beauty the beauty of intelligence and quiet confidence.
Her body was modest but perfectly proportioned, and she wore spectacles of polished crystal that made her look both stern and alluring.
“I will serve you with all my wisdom, Husband,” she said, her voice calm and steady.
“My mind is yours.” The fourth Daughter of Destiny was Bai Ruoxi, twenty-eight years old, with hair of pure white that reminded Tian of fresh snow.
She was cold in temperament—an ice queen whose frosty exterior had kept suitors at bay for years.
But when she looked at Tian, that frost melted into something warm and vulnerable.
Her body was slender and elegant, with small breasts and a dancer’s grace.
“I…
I’m not good with words,” she admitted, her pale cheeks flushing.
“But I will show you my devotion through actions.” The fifth Daughter of Destiny was Luo Wei, thirty-five years old, with hair of fiery crimson and eyes like burning coals.
She was a warrior—a general’s daughter who had trained with the blade since she could walk.
Her body was athletic and powerful, with broad shoulders, muscular arms, full breasts, and legs that could crush stone.
She knelt with the grace of a soldier.
“Husband, I will be your sword.
Point me at your enemies, and I will cut them down.” The sixth Daughter of Destiny was Feng Meixiu, forty-two years old, a mature beauty with hair of sunset orange and eyes like liquid gold.
She was a former clan leader who had abdicated to join the harem.
Her body was the most voluptuous of all—massive breasts that defied gravity, a waist so narrow it seemed unreal, hips that flared like a goddess of fertility.
She radiated maternal warmth, and when she smiled at Tian, it was the smile of a woman who had found her purpose.
“Husband, let me take care of you.
Let me feed you.
Let me hold you.
Please.” The seventh Daughter of Destiny was Xia Ning, and she was special.
She was a distant relative of the imperial family—a descendant of one of the lesser branches—with hair of the same pure white as the Empress and eyes of the same striking purple.
She was only eighteen, the youngest of the seven, and her body still held the freshness of youth.
Her beauty was the beauty of a flower just beginning to bloom.
“Husband,” she said, her voice trembling with nervousness, “I…
I’ve admired you from afar for three years.
I’m so happy to finally meet you.” Tian looked at the seven women kneeling before him—mature and young, cold and warm, scholarly and warrior-like—and felt his heart swell.
‘I really am the luckiest man in the Primordial Realm.’ [The Host is correct.] — The afternoon passed in a blur of affection.
Tian was showered with kisses and caresses.
The women of the harem fed him fruits and sweets.
They braided his hair.
They sang for him.
They fanned him when he grew warm and wrapped him in silk when he grew cool.
They competed—playfully, lovingly—for his attention.
Yu Qing’er won the right to sit beside him for lunch by composing a poem on the spot.
Ming Yuexin won the right to feed him dessert by performing a dance that left every woman in the room breathless.
Feng Meixiu simply scooped him into her lap and refused to let go, her massive breasts pillowing his head.
“You’re all going to spoil me rotten,” Tian protested.
“That’s the point, Husband,” Chen Lihua said, adjusting her spectacles.
“Completely rotten,” Luo Wei agreed.
“Absolutely and utterly rotten,” Bai Ruoxi added, her cold exterior cracking into a shy smile.
Xia Ning, still nervous, pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“We love you, Husband.
Let us spoil you.” Tian surrendered to his happy fate.
And if the man in the capital saw this they would definitely develop a heart demon .
— Evening fell, and Tian was escorted to the Imperial Bath House.
The building was a masterpiece of architecture—a dome of white jade supported by pillars carved into the shapes of phoenixes.
The interior was even more magnificent.
The bath itself was as large as four football fields, filled with water that had been infused with spiritual herbs and heated to the perfect temperature.
Steam rose in gentle curls, carrying the scent of jasmine and sandalwood.
The walls were lined with mosaics depicting scenes from the dynasty’s history.
Fountains shaped like dragons and phoenixes poured streams of warm water into the main pool.
Crystals embedded in the ceiling glowed with soft, golden light.
note: This bath was built by the Fourth Emperor of the Xia Dynasty for his personal use.
He died before it was completed.
His son, the Fifth Emperor, finished it and promptly slipped on the wet marble and cracked his skull.
The bath was considered cursed for the next hundred thousand years.
It is not cursed anymore, but the maids still whisper stories about it when they think no one is listening.
Tian sank into the warm water with a sigh of pure contentment.
His body, still only thirteen, was lean and well-proportioned from years of training.
His skin was luminous, his muscles defined but not bulky, his features so beautiful that even steam-shrouded, he looked like a divine spirit.
He closed his eyes and let the warmth soak into his bones.
Then he heard the splash.
“Room for one more?” Tian opened his eyes.
And promptly forgot how to breathe.
Xia Qingwu stood at the edge of the bath, the steam curling around her naked body like a lover’s embrace.
Her white hair was unbound, cascading past her hips in waves that shimmered with faint luminescence.
Her purple phoenix eyes were half-lidded with desire.
Her lips, painted deep purple, were curved in a knowing smile.
Her body was a masterpiece of mature womanhood.
Her breasts were massive—full and round and perfectly shaped, with areolas the color of pale rose petals and nipples that had already pebbled in the warm air.
They swayed gently as she moved, heavy and proud.
Her waist was impossibly narrow, curving inward before flaring out into hips wide enough to grip.
Her stomach was flat and toned, with a subtle line of muscle that spoke of hidden strength.
The triangle of white hair between her thighs was neatly trimmed, a perfect arrow pointing to the treasures beneath.
Her legs were long and shapely, with thighs that were thick and soft and calves that tapered to delicate ankles.
Her skin was flawless porcelain, glowing with the faint luminescence of her cultivation.
Every movement she made sent ripples through her curves—her breasts jiggling, her hips swaying, her thighs brushing together with a soft, tantalizing sound.
Any mortal man who saw her would have spilled his seed on the spot.
Any cultivator below the Great Emperor realm would have fallen to his knees and worshipped her as a goddess of desire.
Tian, who had seen beautiful women his entire life, still felt his mouth go dry.
“Qingwu,” he managed.
“You’re…
you’re…” “Naked?” she supplied, her voice a sultry purr.
“Yes.
I noticed.” She stepped into the water and glided toward him, her hips swaying with the hypnotic grace of a woman who knew exactly how beautiful she was.
The water lapped at her thighs, then her hips, then her waist, until she was submerged to just below her breasts.
The steam curled around her like a veil, making her look even more ethereal.
She reached Tian and pulled him into her arms.
His face was immediately buried in the warm, soft valley between her breasts.
Her scent—phoenix feathers, sacred incense, and the musk of arousal—filled his senses.
“I missed you,” she whispered, her breath warm against his hair.
“Do you know how long three years is?” “Too long,” Tian said, his voice muffled.
He pulled back slightly and kissed her.
Her lips were soft and warm and tasted of the purple lipstick she always wore—sweet, with a hint of something floral.
She melted into the kiss, her arms tightening around him, her body pressing against his.
Her breasts flattened against his chest, warm and impossibly soft.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing harder.
Tian looked at her—at this beautiful, powerful, devoted woman who had given him everything—and felt desire surge through his young body.
He latched onto her breast.
“Mmph!” Xia Qingwu gasped, her back arching.
“Tian—!” He sucked her nipple into his mouth.
It pebbled against his tongue, growing hard and sensitive.
He played with it—licking, sucking, gently nibbling—while his other hand found her free breast and began to knead.
The flesh was so soft, so warm, so impossibly yielding.
His fingers sank into it like dough, leaving faint red marks where he squeezed.
“Tian…
my little husband…
you’re so good at this…” He switched breasts, giving the other nipple the same attention.
His hand continued to play with the first, rolling the slick, hard nub between his fingers.
The Empress’s moans grew louder, echoing off the marble walls of the bath house.
“You’re a slutty Empress, aren’t you?” Tian murmured against her breast, his voice low and teasing.
“You wanted to seduce your young husband with this beautiful, lewd body of yours.” Xia Qingwu’s face flushed crimson.
Her purple eyes, hazy with pleasure, looked down at him with a mixture of shame and arousal.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Yes, I’m your slutty Empress.
Only yours.” Tian smiled and kissed the valley between her breasts.
His hands roamed her body—down her narrow waist, over the flare of her hips, around to grip her plump, generous rear.
He squeezed, feeling the flesh give under his fingers.
Xia Qingwu gasped.
His touch was heaven to her.
The Maiden Calamity Body had many effects, and one of them was this: his body fluids—his saliva, his sweat, even his breath—were sweet and addictive.
His touch sent shivers of pleasure through any woman who received it.
And the more he touched them, the more they craved him.
It was not mind control.
It was not manipulation.
It was simply…
chemistry.
The chemistry of a body designed to be the perfect complement to womankind.
They sank beneath the water together, limbs entwined.
And it was there, in the warm, steamy depths, that Xia Qingwu saw it.
His cock.
It was…
massive.
Even soft, it was thicker than her wrist and long enough to make her breath catch.
She had read adult books—such literature was surprisingly popular in the cultivation world, passed between young maidens with blushes and giggles—and she knew what adult men looked like.
This was not the organ of a thirteen-year-old boy.
It was not even the organ of a grown man.
It was the organ of a primordial beast, a pillar of flesh that promised pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
And it was not even erect.
When he grows older, she thought, her mouth going dry, when this thing is fully hard…
She clamped down on the thought.
He was too young.
The healers had said it would be harmful for him to engage in full intercourse before his body matured.
They had a few more years to wait.
But that didn’t mean they couldn’t play.
Tian, pouting at the reminder that he couldn’t go all the way, decided to punish her.
He slapped her plump rear, the sound sharp and wet in the steamy air.
Xia Qingwu yelped.
He groped her breasts, squeezing harder than before.
He brought his hand to her mouth and slipped two fingers between her lips.
“Suck,” he commanded.
She obeyed.
Her purple eyes looked up at him with a charming, submissive expression as her tongue played with his fingers, her cheeks hollowing.
She sucked them like she would suck something else, something much larger, and the sight nearly made Tian lose control.
But he held back.
Barely.
— More splashes.
Xia Ziyan appeared first, her twilight-purple hair floating on the water’s surface like spilled ink.
Her body was even more voluptuous than the Empress’s—breasts so massive they seemed to defy physics, a waist so narrow it looked unreal, hips so wide they could birth nations.
Her golden eyes sparkled as she waded toward them, her purple lipstick somehow still perfect.
“I see you started without me,” she purred.
Then came Xia Yurou, her athletic body a contrast to the others—lean muscle over generous curves, her round rear drawing the eye like a magnet.
Then Li Xueyan, the Grand General, her warrior’s body scarred and powerful and beautiful in its strength.
Then Feng Meixiu, the sixth Daughter of Destiny, whose sunset-orange hair spread across the water like flames.
Her body was the embodiment of fertility—breasts that made even the Empress’s look modest, hips that promised endless children, thighs thick enough to crush a man’s skull.
Then came the two ancestors.
Xia Ruyan, the First Ancestor, with her crimson hair and amber eyes and body that combined the voluptuousness of a mature woman with the timeless beauty of an immortal.
Xia Lengyue, the Second Ancestor, with her silver-white bob and cold grey eyes and slender, athletic frame—small breasts, narrow hips, the body of a swordswoman.
All of them.
Naked.
Beautiful.
His.
They joined him in the water, and Tian was passed from embrace to embrace like the most precious treasure in the realm.
Xia Ziyan held him against her massive breasts, his head pillowed in warmth and softness, and kissed his forehead.
“Little Tian.
You’ve grown so handsome.” Xia Yurou took him next, her strong arms wrapping around him protectively.
“Darling,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“I missed you.” Li Xueyan held him with the gentleness of a warrior who had learned to be soft.
“Young Master.
Thank you for the treasures you left.
My cultivation has improved greatly.” Feng Meixiu scooped him into her lap, her massive breasts threatening to swallow him whole.
“Husband,” she cooed, “let me feed you.” She lifted a slice of spirit fruit to his lips.
He ate.
She fed him more, her golden eyes soft with maternal adoration.
And through it all, Tian touched them.
He groped Xia Ziyan’s massive rear, feeling the plush flesh yield under his fingers.
The National Teacher moaned, her golden eyes fluttering closed.
He kissed Xia Yurou’s lips and squeezed her round, firm buttocks.
The captain gasped against his mouth.
He ran his hands over Li Xueyan’s scars, tracing the lines of her battles, and she shivered at the gentleness of his touch.
He pressed his face into Feng Meixiu’s chest and sucked on her nipples, making the mature woman cry out with pleasure.
But his favorite was Xia Lengyue.
The Second Ancestor, so cold and composed, melted when he touched her.
He groped her small, firm rear, and the sound she made—a high, breathy moan that she immediately tried to suppress—was the most delicious thing he had ever heard.
“T-Tian!” she gasped, her grey eyes wide, her pale cheeks flushed crimson.
“That’s—you can’t just—” He did it again.
She moaned again, louder this time, and buried her face in her hands.
Xia Ruyan laughed.
“Sister!
You’re five million years old!
Act your age!” “I—I am acting my age!
He’s—he’s very—his hands are—” “He’s very what?” “He’s very GOOD at this, okay?!
Are you happy?!” The bath house echoed with laughter.
— Later, as the night deepened and the women relaxed in the warm water, Tian found himself resting against Feng Meixiu’s chest.
Her breasts pillowed his head perfectly, soft and warm and scented with jasmine.
She fed him fruits one by one, her golden eyes soft with contentment.
The other women sat around them, talking quietly.
Mostly about Tian.
“His cultivation is starting soon ,” Xia Qingwu said, her voice warm with pride.
“He’ll begin the his cultivation in another year ” “His martial arts are excellent,” Li Xueyan added.
“I saw him spar with the guards.
His form is flawless.” “His calligraphy has improved,” Xia Ziyan noted.
“I have the poem he wrote framed in my office.” “He wrote you a POEM?” Xia Yurou sounded jealous.
“He wrote all of us poems.” “He wrote me a poem!” “He wrote everyone poems.
That’s what he does.
He’s thoughtful.” Tian smiled lazily and rubbed his head against Feng Meixiu’s breasts.
She moaned softly, her arms tightening around him.
This is life, he thought, closing his eyes.
This is absolutely, definitely, without question, the best life anyone has ever lived.
[The Host seems content.] ‘System.’ His mental voice was warm.
‘I am beyond content.
I am in a bath the size of a palace, surrounded by the most beautiful women in the realm, being fed fruit by a Daughter of Destiny whose breasts are larger than my entire head.
Content is an understatement.’ [This system is pleased the Host is enjoying himself.] There was a pause.
Then: [DING!] Tian’s eyes snapped open.
‘…System?’ [DING!
Congratulations, Host!] [The first Son of Fortune has activated his Protagonist Halo!] [Calculating accrued Luck Points based on the Host’s actions against this Son of Fortune and his associated Daughters of Destiny…] Tian sat up slightly, his heart beating faster.
‘Finally!’ [DING!
The Host has stolen the Red Opportunity — the Holy Fruits of the Succubus and Banshee Clans.
These fruits were destined for the Son of Fortune known as the ‘Demon King of the Hundred Races.’ By consuming them, the Host has permanently crippled this protagonist’s future development and severed his connection to the Succubus and Banshee bloodlines.] [Reward: 2,000,000 Destiny Points.] Tian’s eyes widened.
‘Two MILLION?!’ [DING!
The Host has charmed the Succubus Queen Mei Xing and the Succubus Princess Mei Lian — both Gold Luck Daughters of Destiny originally fated to serve the Demon King.
Their loyalty has been transferred to the Host.] [Reward: 500,000 Destiny Points.] [DING!
The Host has charmed the Banshee Queen Wu Ling and the Banshee Princess Wu Jing — both Gold Luck Daughters of Destiny originally fated to serve the Demon King.
Their loyalty has been transferred to the Host.] [Reward: 500,000 Destiny Points.] [DING!
The Host has charmed the Empress Xia Qingwu — a Red Luck Female Villain originally fated to be a major antagonist to the Demon King.
Her loyalty has been transferred to the Host.] [Reward: 300,000 Destiny Points.] [DING!
The Host has established the Imperial Harem — a collection of 200+ beautiful and talented women, including 7 Daughters of Destiny all of whom have sworn loyalty to the Host.
This directly deprives multiple future protagonists of their fated companions.] [Reward: 1,500,000 Destiny Points.] [DING!
The Host has charmed the seven Daughters of Destiny within the Imperial Harem: Yu Qing’er, Ming Yuexin, Chen Lihua, Bai Ruoxi, Luo Wei, Feng Meixiu, and Xia Ning.] [Reward: 700,000 Destiny Points (100,000 each).] The notifications continued—smaller ones for charming the Daughters of Fortune, for saving the Empress, for exposing the corruption, for establishing influence over the Xia Dynasty.
By the time they stopped, Tian’s mind was reeling.
[Total Luck Points Accumulated: 5,700,000.] Five million.
Seven hundred thousand.
Destiny Points.
‘System,’ he thought, his mental voice slightly dazed, ‘that’s…
that’s a lot, right?’ [It is a significant amount, Host.
The Host has effectively crippled one of the most powerful Sons of Fortune in the Primordial Realm before he could even begin his journey.
The Demon King’s Luck Value has dropped from Red to Gold.
His future opportunities have been reduced by approximately 40%.
His harem has been completely taken by the Host.] [The Host should be proud.] ‘I am.
I definitely am.’ [The system explains: Opportunities are graded similarly to Luck Values.
Red opportunities are the highest—destined encounters that can elevate a protagonist from obscurity to supremacy.
Gold opportunities are significant but not world-changing.
Purple opportunities are helpful but not essential.
Below Purple, opportunities are practically useless to a Host of the Host’s caliber.] Tian nodded mentally.
That made sense.
The holy fruits had been a Red opportunity—the Demon King’s single greatest destined treasure.
And Tian had eaten them as an infant.
[DING!
The System Mall is now open!] A new icon appeared in Tian’s mind—a golden door that pulsed with warm light.
He focused on it, and it swung open, revealing six categories: CULTIVATION WEAPONS & ARMOR PILLS & MEDICINE PETS SYSTEM FUNCTIONS UNIQUE SKILLS Each category contained dozens—no, hundreds—of items.
Some were dimmed, requiring higher cultivation realms or more points to unlock.
Others glowed with availability.
The cheapest items cost a few thousand points.
The most expensive…
Tian’s eyes widened at a skill in the Unique Skills category: [Dao of Absolute Annihilation] — Price: 50,000,000 Destiny Points.
‘…I’ll check this later,’ he decided.
‘Right now, I’m going to enjoy my bath.’ [A wise decision, Host.] Tian closed the shop and opened his eyes.
The women were still chatting around him.
Feng Meixiu was still cradling him against her chest.
The water was still warm.
The night was still beautiful.
He reached up and groped Feng Meixiu’s breast, making her gasp.
“Husband!” “What?
I’m enjoying myself.” “You’re so naughty~” “You love it.” “…I do.” He kissed her nipple, and she moaned, and the other women laughed and teased her, and Tian thought that this—this perfect, beautiful, joyful moment—was worth more than any amount of Destiny Points.
But the points were nice too.
— END OF CHAPTER 13