The month that followed was a dream of soft skin and sweeter laughter.
Every morning, Tian woke in the Imperial Harem to find himself cradled against someone’s breasts—sometimes Feng Meixiu’s massive, pillowy bosom, sometimes Yu Qing’er’s warm, motherly chest, sometimes Xia Ning’s youthful, trembling curves.
The women had established a rotation system without his knowledge, and each one treasured her night with their little husband like a sacred duty.
The days blurred into a haze of indulgence.
The bridal maids—beautiful young women who had accompanied the harem ladies from their clans—proved just as eager to serve.
They fed him grapes peeled by delicate fingers.
They fanned him with phoenix-feather fans.
They blushed and giggled when he patted their heads or squeezed their plump rear ends in passing.
“Ah~ Young Master, that’s—!” “Your ass is very nice,” Tian said matter-of-factly, giving another squeeze to a maid whose name he had learned was Liu’er.
“Very round.” “Y-Young Master is too bold!” “Am I wrong?” “…No,” Liu’er whispered, her face crimson.
“Young Master is correct.” “Good.
Now bend over.
I want to squeeze properly.” Liu’er bent over the divan, her plump rear raised, and Tian spent a pleasant ten minutes groping and kneading her soft flesh while she moaned into a silk cushion.
The other maids watched with jealous eyes, and by the end of the afternoon, Tian had squeezed, fondled, or kissed the rear of every maid in the harem at least once.
“I’m doing important research,” he explained to Xia Qingwu that evening.
“Research,” the Empress repeated, her purple eyes dancing with amusement.
“On the comparative softness of different cultivation methods.
It’s very scientific.” “And what have you concluded?” “That Feng Meixiu’s chest is the softest pillow in the realm, Xia Lengyue makes the best sounds when you grope her unexpectedly, and you”—he reached out and squeezed her generous rear—”have the most perfect ass in the entire dynasty.” Xia Qingwu moaned despite herself.
“Tian!
I’m trying to be dignified!” “You’re trying to be a slutty Empress.
There’s a difference.” “I—that’s—you’re—” She gave up and melted into his arms.
“Yes.
I’m your slutty Empress.” “Good girl.” Tian smiled happy.
The female ancestors of the Xia family—all thirteen of them, including the newly rejuvenated eleven—had also joined the harem’s activities with an enthusiasm that surprised even themselves.
Five million years of near-death had taught them to seize happiness where they found it, and they found it in the arms of a thirteen-year-old boy who touched them like they were precious treasures.
Xia Yuxian, the Third Ancestor, had been hesitant at first.
“I am five million years old,” she had said.
“Surely I am too—” Tian had kissed her before she could finish.
“You’re beautiful,” he said simply.
“Age doesn’t matter.” She had cried.
And then she had moaned as he sucked on her small, perky breasts and made her feel young again for the first time in eons.
The days passed like honey dripping from a spoon.
— On the morning of his departure, Tian stood at the base of the Harmony of Five and faced his women.
There were so many of them now.
Xia Qingwu stood at the front, her white hair gleaming, her purple eyes already shimmering.
Xia Ziyan, her purple lipstick perfect, her golden eyes soft.
Xia Yurou, her athletic body tense with the effort of not crying.
Li Xueyan, her warrior’s heart aching.
Feng Meixiu, Yu Qing’er, Ming Yuexin, Chen Lihua, Bai Ruoxi, Luo Wei, Xia Ning—all seven Daughters of Destiny.
The thirteen ancestors.
The five hundred and seventy-three slaves.
The hundreds of bridal maids.
All of them.
His.
“I’ll see you in a month,” Tian said.
“My fourteenth birthday.
You’re all invited.” “We’ll be there,” Xia Qingwu promised.
Tian kissed her first.
Her lips were soft and tasted of purple lipstick and tears she refused to shed.
He kissed her long and deep, his tongue sliding against hers, and the Empress melted against him like wax before a flame.
Then he kissed Xia Ziyan.
Then Xia Yurou.
Then Li Xueyan.
Then Feng Meixiu.
Then each of the seven Daughters of Destiny.
Then the ancestors, one by one.
Then the maids who had served him so faithfully.
Then the slaves who had given him their hearts.
The kissing took over an hour.
By the time he finally boarded the ship, his lips were numb and every woman on the platform was blushing crimson.
“Goodbye!” he called, waving from the railing.
“I love you all!” “We love you too!” hundreds of voices chorused back.
The Harmony of Five rose into the sky.
The women watched until it vanished, their hearts aching but their spirits already lifting with anticipation.
In one month, they would see him again.
— POV: Qin Tian The observation deck was quiet.
Tian lay on his favorite divan, his head resting in Long Jin’s lap while Long Rui massaged his shoulders with expert hands.
A third maid held a cup of his favorite juice—a blend of Saint Grade fruits that tasted like liquid sunshine—to his lips.
“This is nice,” he murmured, sipping the juice.
“Very nice.” “Does Young Master require anything else?” Long Jin asked.
“Just stay like this.
You’re comfortable.” Her blue eyes softened with happiness.
“Yes, Young Master.” Tian closed his eyes and reached out to the system mentally.
‘System.
Show me the cultivation techniques section.’ A translucent panel materialized in his mind’s eye—the System Mall, its golden interface gleaming.
The CULTIVATION category expanded, revealing hundreds of techniques organized by rank.
[The System Mall’s Cultivation Techniques section is now displayed, Host.] Tian scrolled through the options.
Emperor Grade cultivation techniques filled the first pages—dozens of them, each one capable of elevating a cultivator to the Great Emperor realm.
Names like [Nine Suns Emperor Sutra] and [Void Emperor’s Meditation Art] floated past.
“These are all Emperor Grade,” he noted.
“Prices?” [Emperor Grade techniques range from 100,000 to 500,000 Destiny Points, depending on quality and special attributes.] He scrolled further.
Heavenly Emperor Grade techniques appeared—fewer in number, but each one radiating an aura of supreme power.
[Heavenly Dragon Ascension Sutra] .
[Phoenix Nirvana Rebirth Art] .
[Primordial Void Emperor Codex] .
Prices ranged from 600,000 to 900,000 points.
“Not bad,” Tian murmured.
“But I want to see the Immortal Grade.” The panel shifted.
Seven Immortal Grade cultivation techniques appeared, each one glowing with a light that seemed to transcend the system interface itself.
The cheapest was [Eternal Sovereign’s Meditation] — 1,000,000 Destiny Points.
The second cheapest was [Immortal Ascension Sutra of the Nine Heavens] — 2,500,000.
They climbed steadily: 3 million, 4 million, 5 million, and then— [Primordial Chaos Creation Sutra] — 10,000,000 Destiny Points.
Tian choked on his juice.
“Young Master?!” Long Rui’s hands stilled on his shoulders.
“I’m fine,” he managed.
“Just…
saw something expensive.” The maids exchanged glances but said nothing.
They were used to their young master talking to himself.
‘System,’ Tian thought, his mental voice strangled, ‘why is that technique TEN MILLION POINTS?
The second most expensive is seven million!’ [The Host asks an excellent question.] The system’s charming voice was patient, almost lecturing.
[All Immortal Grade cultivation techniques can theoretically allow a cultivator to reach the Immortal Realm.
However, not all Immortal techniques are created equal.] ‘Explain.’ [The Primordial Chaos Creation Sutra is not merely an Immortal Grade technique.
It is a Creation Grade technique—the only one of its kind in existence.
It was born at the moment the Primordial Realm itself was formed, when chaos first collapsed into order.
It is the original cultivation method, the template from which all other techniques were derived.] Tian sat up slightly.
‘Creation Grade?’ [Yes, Host.
If one masters this technique, even a cultivator with only a Dao Body—not an Immortal Body—could potentially surpass someone with an Immortal Physique.
The technique does not merely absorb spiritual energy.
It creates it.
The cultivator becomes a source of power rather than a vessel.
They do not borrow from the Dao—they become the Dao.] ‘…That’s insane.’ [Indeed.
It is the strongest cultivation technique that can exist in any cultivation world.
All others are pale imitations.] Tian clicked his tongue.
‘What monstrous technique.
And it costs ten million points.
I have five point seven million.
I can’t even afford half of it.’ [The Host is young.
There will be many Sons of Fortune to harvest.
Patience.] ‘I know, I know.’ He sighed and closed the cultivation section.
‘Show me the System Functions shop.’ A new panel opened.
Unlike the cultivation section, this one was smaller—only eight options, each one glowing with a unique light.
[System Functions — Purchase to Unlock] · [Sign-In Function] — 1,000,000 Points.
Receive daily rewards for checking in.
Rewards scale with consecutive check-ins.
· [Lazy Function] — 1,000,000 Points.
Receive rewards for doing nothing.
The lazier the Host, the greater the reward.
· [Achievement Function] — 1,000,000 Points.
Receive rewards for achieving milestones.
First-time achievements grant bonus rewards.
· [Search Function] — 1,000,000 Points.
Search for anything in the Primordial Realm.
Higher-value targets require more time or additional points.
· [Quest Function] — 1,000,000 Points.
Generate missions for the Host to complete.
Rewards scale with difficulty.
· [Lottery Function] — 1,000,000 Points.
Spend points for random rewards.
Higher spending increases odds of rare items.
· [Synthesis Function] — 1,000,000 Points.
Combine items to create higher-grade versions.
· [Time Chamber Function] — 1,000,000 Points.
Create a pocket dimension where time flows differently.
Ratio scales with points spent.
Tian stared at the prices.
One million points.
Each.
‘System,’ he said flatly, ‘why don’t you just say you don’t want me to unlock anything?’ The system’s laugh was like honey and wind chimes.
[Ara~ The Host misunderstands.
These functions are permanent.
Once unlocked, they remain forever.
And the Host has a very long life ahead of him.
There will be countless Sons of Fortune to harvest, countless Luck Points to accumulate.
In a million years, the Host will look back at these prices and find them very cheap] ‘In a million years, I’ll have forgotten what a Destiny Point looks like at this rate.’ [The Host is being dramatic again.] ‘I’m being realistic.’ Qin tian said .
The system coaxed him gently, her voice warm.
[Little Host.
You are only thirteen—well, nearly fourteen.
You have already crippled one major protagonist.
The era of protagonists is just beginning.
When they rise, they will be like wheat before your scythe.
Points will flow like rivers.
Do not worry.
Enjoy your life.
Enjoy your women.
The points will come.] Tian’s mood lightened slightly.
‘…Fine.
You’re right.
I’m being impatient.’ [This system is always right.] ‘Don’t push it.’ Qin tian said to her .
The system laughed again, and Tian found himself smiling despite his poor financial state.
He looked back at the functions.
The Achievement Function caught his eye.
It gave rewards for achieving milestones—and first-time achievements granted bonuses.
That seemed useful.
The Search Function was also practical.
Being able to find anything in the Primordial Realm?
That could help him locate protagonists before they grew strong enough to threaten him.
‘I’ll buy those two,’ he decided.
‘The Achievement Function and the Search Function.’ [Confirming purchase…] [DING!
Achievement Function unlocked!] [DING!
Search Function unlocked!] [Points remaining: 3,700,000.] Tian winced at the deduction but nodded.
‘Worth it.’ He quickly closed the shop before he could be tempted to spend more.
Seeing his points drop below four million made him feel—for the first time in this life—genuinely poor. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
‘If any normal cultivator knew my thoughts,’ he mused, ‘they’d beat me to death out of pure jealousy.
“I want to be poor in your place,” they’d scream, foaming at the mouth from jealousy.’ [The Host’s self-awareness is commendable.] ‘Shut up.’ Suddenly, a cascade of notifications flooded his mind.
[DING!
Achievement unlocked: First Kiss with an Empress!] [DING!
Achievement unlocked: First Harem Established!] [DING!
Achievement unlocked: First Slave Acquired!] [DING!
Achievement unlocked: First Daughter of Destiny Charmed!] [DING!
Achievement unlocked—] “System!” Tian clutched his head.
“Stop!
Mute notifications!
Summarize!” The flood ceased immediately.
[Of course, Host.
This system apologizes.
There are…
quite a few.] ‘Just tell me what I got from the Achievement Function.
Start from the lowest rewards and work up to the highest.’ [Processing…] [The Host has received: 37 Supreme Grade cultivation techniques, 12 Supreme Grade combat techniques, 89 Saint Grade spirit fruits, 14 Emperor Grade spirit fruits, 22 Supreme Grade weapons, 15 Supreme Grade armor sets, 8 Supreme Grade pills, 3 Emperor Grade pills, and various minor treasures.] Tian nodded.
‘Decent.
Now the big ones.’ [The Achievement Function has identified three significant achievements.
Two are Red Rank.
One is Gold Rank.] ‘Show me the Gold Rank first.’ A panel appeared: — ACHIEVEMENT: TOO MANY WOMEN (Gold Rank) You have amassed an absurd number of beautiful women at an absurdly young age.
Even now, you are playing with women instead of cultivating.
For the happiness of your future wives, you receive…
REWARD: INDESTRUCTIBLE GOLDEN COCK This divine organ can never be damaged.
It will never go soft unless the Host wishes it.
It can satisfy any number of partners without fatigue.
The Host’s wives will be very, very happy.
— Tian was silent for a long moment.
‘…System.’ [Yes, Host?] ‘Are you teasing me?’ The system coughed delicately.
[This system does not tease.
This system merely delivers what the achievements dictate.
The Host has many women.
The Host needs stamina.
This is logical.] ‘It’s called “Indestructible Golden Cock.”‘ [A descriptive and accurate name.] ‘You’re definitely teasing me.’ [The Host’s accusation is noted and—] ‘Fine.’ Tian sighed, but a small smile tugged at his lips.
‘For the generous rewards, I forgive you.’ The system’s voice was warm and beautiful.
[My Host is so kind.] ‘Show me the Red Rank achievements.’ Two panels appeared: — ACHIEVEMENT: HAREM EMPEROR (Red Rank) You have achieved what countless emperors could not.
Hundreds of the most beautiful women in the Primordial Realm have sworn themselves to you—not through conquest or coercion, but through genuine love and devotion.
Your harem is the envy of the heavens.
REWARD: IMMORTAL KIDNEYS Effects: 1.
Unlimited Stamina — The Host will never tire, never need rest.
In combat or in bed, the Host can continue indefinitely.
2.
Fertility Control — The Host can consciously decide whether a partner becomes pregnant.
The child’s gender can also be selected at will.
— Tian’s eyes widened.
Then a grin spread across his face.
‘System.
I love you.’ [This system loves you too, Host.] The voice was warm and genuine, without a hint of teasing.
‘This is incredible.
I can control when I have children.
I can choose their gender.
I’ll never be tired.
This is…
this is perfect.’ [The Host is pleased?] ‘I’m ecstatic.’ He opened the second Red Rank achievement: — ACHIEVEMENT: THE CHARMER (Red Rank) You have charmed Daughters of Destiny into your web of love.
Women fated to belong to the greatest protagonists in history have instead given their hearts to you.
Heaven’s carefully woven tapestry of fate has been torn apart by your hands.
REWARD: IMMORTAL BINDING ROPE (Innate Immortal Grade Dao Treasure) Effects: A rope of golden light that can bind any being—mortal or immortal.
Once bound, the target’s cultivation is completely sealed.
They cannot escape, cannot resist, cannot self-destruct.
Even Immortals are not immune.
The binding can only be removed by the Host’s will.
— Tian’s breath caught.
‘An Immortal Grade Dao Treasure that can bind even Immortals?’ [Yes, Host.
It is an Innate Treasure, born from the Achievement Function itself.
It has no flaws, no limitations, no cost to use.
It simply binds.] ‘This is…
this is a game-changer.’ He claimed all three rewards immediately.
In his soul space—the hidden dimension where the System stored his treasures—three new items appeared.
The Immortal Bind materialized as a coil of golden rope that pulsed with warm, gentle light.
Beside it, the Picture Scroll of Thousands Maidens had been upgraded; it was now a Saint Grade Dao Treasure, filled with the essences of the slave women the Empress had given him.
They lived within the scroll, their cultivation accelerating, their bodies preserved in eternal beauty.
And deep in his physical body, he felt two changes occur.
His kidneys transformed.
If he had cultivated, he would have seen them shift from ordinary flesh to organs of gold and purple light, pulsing with immortal vitality.
The Immortal Kidneys had fused with him perfectly.
And lower down…
The Indestructible Golden Cock merged with his flesh.
It didn’t change color—thank the heavens—but he could feel it now.
A warmth.
A readiness.
He knew, instinctively, that if he willed it, he could stay hard for a thousand years without tiring.
He immediately clamped down on that thought before his body could respond.
‘Down, boy,’ he thought firmly.
‘We’re in public.’ The warmth subsided.
Barely.
‘Good.
Now—’ He opened the System Mall again, navigating to the UNIQUE SKILLS category.
‘I need skills that work passively.
Things that affect how others perceive me and how protagonist halos interact with me.’ Two skills caught his attention: [Aura of Genius] — 1,000,000 Destiny Points Grants the Host a max-level comprehension aura.
Those near the Host will find their understanding of techniques and Dao deepening naturally.
The Host’s own comprehension is enhanced to monstrous levels.
This aura also makes the Host appear as a peerless genius to all observers.
[Aura of Heavenly Villain] — 1,000,000 Destiny Points When the Host is present, all Protagonist Halos within range are suppressed and rendered ineffective.
Sons of Fortune cannot use their luck-based abilities while near the Host.
Additionally, the Host’s family, subordinates, and any woman charmed by the Host are permanently immune to Protagonist Halos, even when the Host is not present.
Tian read the second skill three times.
‘System.
This means if I buy this skill…
no protagonist can ever use their halo on my wives?’ [Correct.
Even if a Son of Fortune encounters one of the Host’s women when the Host is billions of miles away, the Protagonist Halo will have no effect.
They will not be charmed.
They will not be swayed.
Their loyalty to the Host is absolute and protected by the skill they would instead beat the protagoint to death .] ‘Buy both.’ [Confirming purchase…] [DING!
‘Aura of Genius’ acquired!] [DING!
‘Aura of Heavenly Villain’ acquired!] [Points remaining: 1,700,000.] Tian felt the skills settle into his soul.
The Aura of Genius was subtle—he didn’t feel any smarter, but the world seemed slightly clearer, as if a fog he had never noticed had been lifted from his mind.
The Aura of Heavenly Villain was even more subtle—a cold, protective presence that wrapped around his consciousness like a cloak of shadows.
‘The protagonist halo suppressant…
that’s my ultimate trump card against Sons of Fortune.
They rely on their luck, their charm, their inexplicable ability to turn enemies into allies and steal other men’s women.
Against me, none of that will work.’ [The Host understands.
This is the foundation of the villain’s path.
Protagonists are dangerous not because of their cultivation, but because of their halos—their ability to bend fate itself.
Without their halos, they are merely cultivators.
And cultivators can be killed.] ‘Good.’ Tian opened the Search Function.
‘Now.
Let’s find a protagonist.’ [The Search Function can locate any being in the Primordial Realm.
The Host may specify criteria.] ‘Find me the protagonist whose halo activated first—the one closest to beginning his journey.
The one who will take the least time to find.’ [Searching…] A golden compass materialized in his mind, its needle spinning.
Then it locked into place.
[Target located.
Estimated search time: 30 days.] ‘That’s fine.
I’m not wasting points to speed it up.
I’ll wait.’ [A wise decision, Host.] Tian closed the System interface and opened his eyes.
Long Jin was still stroking his hair.
Long Rui was still massaging his shoulders.
The juice was still cool and sweet.
He smiled.
‘Thirty days.
Plenty of time to enjoy my birthday first.’ — POV: The Four Fiancées In a private pavilion of the Qin family’s forbidden zone, four young women sat in a circle of misery.
Lin Yueyao —the Ice Moon Dao Body wielder, daughter of the Yaochi Holy Land’s Holy Lord—had grown even more beautiful over the years.
Her silver eyes, usually cold and distant, were currently burning with something that was definitely not ice.
Her black hair cascaded past her hips, and her body had matured magnificently: full breasts, narrow waist, wide hips.
She was thirty-eight now, and every year had only added to her beauty.
Mo Yurou —the Thunder Mark of Annihilation wielder, daughter of the Shadow Pavilion’s Mistress—sat beside her.
Her purple hair fell in waves, and her thunder mark glowed faintly on her forehead.
Her body had filled out into the same voluptuous curves as her mother’s, and her purple eyes, above her black veil, were fierce with jealousy.
Mei Lian —the Succubus Princess—was practically vibrating with indignation.
Her pink hair cascaded around her massive chest, and her pink eyes flashed.
“Those women are so SHAMELESS!” she burst out.
“Seducing our Tian!
Taking advantage of him when we’re not there!
I bet they threw themselves at him!” “They probably did,” Wu Jing —the Banshee Princess—agreed quietly.
Her black hair and crimson eyes were calm, but her tone was sharp.
“The reports said there were over two hundred of them.
Plus maids.
Plus slaves.” “OVER FIVE HUNDRED!” Mei Lian wailed.
“Five hundred women!
And we—we haven’t even—” She blushed furiously and couldn’t finish the sentence.
Lin Yueyao’s cold voice cut through the air.
“He kissed them.
All of them.
For an hour.” Silence.
“We’ve only been kissed a few times,” Mo Yurou said quietly.
“On the cheek.” “On the LIPS for me,” Mei Lian corrected.
“Once!
At his twelfth birthday!
And now hundreds of women have had what I—” “We all want more,” Wu Jing interrupted.
“But Tian is young.
He’s not ready for…
everything.
We agreed to wait.” “Waiting is TORTURE,” Mei Lian declared.
The four women sighed in perfect unison.
They had become friends over the years—united by their shared love for a single boy and their shared frustration that he was too young to fully appreciate them.
At Tian’s twelfth birthday party, they had bonded over their jealousy of the maids who got to serve him daily.
At his thirteenth, they had formed an alliance.
Now, at nearly fourteen, Tian had hundreds of women in his harem, and the four of them—his official fiancées—hadn’t even gotten to spend a month alone with him.
“It’s not fair,” Lin Yueyao said, her ice queen composure cracking.
“It’s simply not fair.” Note : if your wondering why they know everything it naturally beacuse of the great emperor aunties of the shadow pavilion they were told by mo yurou to tell her everything about qin tian where he is what he is doing beause she is worried something might happen to him .
That how she knew and spread it .
— In another pavilion, the mothers were talking.
Qin Mei sat at the head of the gathering, her snow-white hair shimmering, her Eyes of Time and Reincarnation soft with maternal happiness.
Beside her, Long Yue ‘s golden dragon horns gleamed in the afternoon light.
Zhou Meng ‘s ruby eyes sparkled.
Ling Xue ‘s divine aura was warm.
Su Meiyao ‘s black-hole eyes glittered with amusement.
Across from them sat Lin Qingwan —the Holy Lord of the Yaochi Holy Land—and Mo Qingwu —the Mistress of the Shadow Pavilion.
Mei Xing and Wu Ling , the Succubus and Banshee Queens, completed the circle.
All nine women were breathtaking.
All nine were Great Emperors.
And all nine were discussing their children’s love lives with the enthusiasm of matchmakers.
“Mei Lian was practically hissing when she heard about the harem.” “Mo Yurou has been sharpening her daggers more than usual,” Mo Qingwu added, her purple eyes lazy but amused.
“Lin Yueyao froze an entire garden when she heard about the Empress,” Lin Qingwan said with a sigh.
“I had to explain to the disciples that it was ‘training.'” The five mothers exchanged glances and smiled.
“It’s good for them,” Qin Mei said calmly.
“Tian will have many women.
It is his destiny.
If they cannot handle jealousy now, how will they handle it when he has thousands?” “Thousands?” Ling Xue’s divine eyes widened.
“At minimum.” The women laughed.
It was a warm, harmonious sound—the sound of mothers who loved their children and were delighted by the chaos those children created.
Zhou Meng glanced at another pavilion nearby, where the six sisters were sitting with expressions just as sour as the fiancées’.
“And the sisters?” she asked.
“Oh, they’re furious,” Long Yue said cheerfully.
“Ling Xing keeps muttering about ‘those old women taking advantage of her baby brother.’ I told her Tian is nearly fourteen.
She said, ‘EXACTLY!
He’s a BABY!'” “She’s twenty-one,” Ling Xue noted.
“She doesn’t care.” Su Meiyao adjusted her sleeves with the precision of a merchant calculating profits.
“The sisters will adapt.
The fiancées will adapt.
And Tian will continue being Tian.” “That’s what worries us,” Mo Qingwu said dryly.
“At this rate, he’ll have conquered every woman in the Primordial Realm by age twenty.” “Only the beautiful ones,” Qin Mei corrected.
“That’s still most of the realm.” The laughter that followed was bright and warm and utterly without shame.
— The guests began to arrive.
Ships descended through the Qin family’s outer formations—vessels of every size and shape, each one bearing the sigil of a different force.
The five allied clans arrived first: the Long Dynasty, the Zhou Demon Imperial Clan, the Ling Goddess Clan, and the Heavenly Moon Pavilion.
Their ships were greeted with the warmth of family.
Then came the Yaochi Holy Land and the Shadow Pavilion—the two forbidden forces whose future leaders were engaged to Tian.
Their arrivals were greeted with slightly more formality but no less warmth.
Then came the remaining three forbidden forces.
The Gu Clan —sent a delegation led by their young master, Gu Tianxing.
He was a handsome man by any standard, with sharp features and a smile that could charm most women with a single glance.
His cultivation was at the Quasi-Great Emperor realm—impressive for someone barely a century old.
But as he walked through the Qin family’s gardens, he noticed something strange.
None of the women were looking at him.
Maids with breathtaking figures passed by without a glance.
Elders with ancient, timeless beauty didn’t even acknowledge his existence.
Even the female guests from lesser forces—women who should have been dazzled by a young master of a forbidden force—barely spared him a second look.
‘What’s going on?’ he thought, his smile faltering.
‘Usually, women at least glance at me.’ He didn’t understand.
He had never seen Qin Tian.
He had no idea that the standard for male beauty had been permanently and irrevocably raised by a thirteen-year-old boy.
Gu Tianxing’s eyes swept the pavilions and finally landed on a table where four young women sat.
His heart stopped.
Lin Yueyao was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Her silver eyes.
Her black hair.
Her cold, aristocratic face.
She was a goddess of ice, and Gu Tianxing felt himself falling in love on the spot.
‘I must speak with her,’ he thought, straightening his robes.
‘I am the young master of the Gu Clan.
A forbidden force.
Surely she will at least grant me a conversation.’ He approached the table with his most charming smile.
“Lady Lin.
It has been too long.
How have you been?” Lin Yueyao looked at him.
Her silver eyes were cold.
Her expression was bored.
“I’m fine,” she said flatly.
Gu Tianxing’s smile didn’t waver.
He knew her temperament.
She was cold to everyone.
That was simply who she was.
“Would you honor me with a private chat?” he asked, his voice warm and respectful.
“There is a matter I wish to discuss with you.” “No.” The word was immediate.
Absolute.
Final.
Gu Tianxing’s smile cracked slightly.
“I…
I see.
Perhaps another time, then.” He retreated with polite words, his pride stinging but his composure intact.
He would try again later.
At the young master’s birthday celebration, perhaps.
The ice goddess was cold, but even ice could melt with enough patience.
Poor Gu Tianxing.
He didn’t know that Lin Yueyao’s heart already belonged to another.
He didn’t know that the cold goddess he worshipped was, in private, a devoted fiancée who dreamed of a thirteen-year-old boy’s smile.
He didn’t know that he never had a chance.
— High above the Qin family’s territory, in a realm that existed between the folds of space, five women sat in a circle of stars.
They were Immortals.
Qin Rou —the Rakasha, the Twelfth Ancestor of the Qin Family—sat at the center.
Her black hair cascaded past her feet, and her ancient eyes held the beginning and end of time.
She was the oldest of them all, and even the other Immortals treated her with deference.
The second was Long Shen , the Immortal ancestor of the Long Dynasty.
Her golden hair burned like a second sun, and her dragon horns were beautiful .
Her body was the most muscular of the five, a warrior’s frame that had shattered planets in ages past.
Her golden eyes were fierce and proud, but they softened when she looked at her companions.
Note: she is truly a very beautiful muscle mommy like mirikos body’s type from mha .
The third was Zhou Yuelin , the Immortal ancestor of the Zhou Demon Imperial Clan.
Her ruby hair flowed like a river of blood, and her obsidian horns curved back from her temples like a crown of darkness.
Her body was the most voluptuous of the five, a demon’s body that had tempted emperors to their doom.
Her crimson eyes sparkled with mischief even after millions of years.
The fourth was Ling Mingyue , the Immortal ancestor of the Ling Goddess Clan.
Her blue hair was shot through with motes of divine starlight, and her eyes were pure white—the eyes of a being who had transcended mortality so completely that even her gaze could sanctify or destroy.
Her body was the perfect hourglass of the goddess race, and her presence radiated peace.
The fifth was Su Yiyan , the Immortal ancestor of the Su Family.
Her black-hole eyes were deeper than any of her descendants’, swirling with the knowledge of every transaction ever made in the Primordial Realm.
Her hair was silver-white, and her body was the body of a mature merchant queen—elegant, refined, and sharp as a blade.
These five women had known each other for millions of years.
They had fought together, cultivated together, and watched their descendants grow together.
“He’s almost fourteen,” Zhou Yuelin said, her voice a sultry purr.
“Our little Tian.” “He’s grown so fast,” Ling Mingyue added, her voice like a hymn.
“It feels like yesterday he was born.” “He has 5 Immortal Physiques,” Long Shen said proudly.
” 5!
My dragon bloodline, your demon bloodline, Mingyue’s god bones, Yiyan’s luck, Rou’s eyes…
and whatever else is hidden in that boy.” The five women smiled.
They didn’t know about the 6th physique—the Immortal Yin-Yang Maiden Calamity Body.
That secret was Tian’s alone.
A small boat appeared on the horizon of stars.
It was tiny—barely large enough for a single person—but it radiated an aura that made even the five Immortals straighten with respect.
A woman stepped out.
Her face was hidden.
Not by a veil, but by something deeper—a distortion in reality itself that made her features impossible to perceive.
Only her eyes were visible.
One was gold, blazing like a sun.
The other was purple, swirling with the mysteries of fate.
Her body was not inferior to any of the five Immortals.
She was tall and graceful, with curves that spoke of mature womanhood and a presence that commanded respect.
Her robes were simple—white silk with no adornment—but they couldn’t hide the power that radiated from her.
“Sister Lu,” Qin Rou said, rising to greet her.
“You came.” The woman—Lu Tianyi , the Wandering Immortal, a legendary figure who belonged to no force and answered to no one—inclined her head.
“Sisters.
It has been too long.” “We invited you many times,” Zhou Yuelin said, her tone teasing.
“You never came.” “I was searching.” “For what?” Ling Mingyue asked.
Lu Tianyi’s mismatched eyes gleamed.
“Eight years ago, I consulted the Master of the Heavenly Fate Pavilion.
She told me that my destined apprentice would appear within the next decade.
A child who could master the technique I found all those millions of years ago.” The five Immortals exchanged glances.
They knew the technique Lu Tianyi spoke of.
Even they—Immortals who had transcended all limits—had been unable to open its book, let alone read it.
“You think it might be Tian?” Su Yiyan asked.
“I hope so.” Lu Tianyi’s voice was soft, almost wistful.
“I have been searching for a very long time.” Qin Rou smiled.
“Then stay for the birthday.
Meet him.
Perhaps your search is finally over.” “Perhaps.” — Far away, in a hidden realm where the threads of fate converged, the Heavenly Fate Pavilion floated in eternal twilight.
Its Master was a woman with silver hair that fell to her ankles and eyes that shifted through every color of the rainbow.
She was not an Immortal—not quite—but her mastery of fate and destiny gave her power that even Immortals respected.
She had just finished a fate calculation.
Her rainbow eyes were wide.
Her breathing was quick.
Her face—usually calm and composed—was the color of a ripe tomato.
‘Demon Emperor Star,’ she thought, her mind reeling.
‘Supreme for all eternity.
And all those Lucky Emperor Stars…
becoming nourishment for it.
In all my years, I have never seen such a fate.’ She decided to calculate again.
This time, she used her trump card—the Eyes of Fortune , an Immortal Rank ocular technique that could see people’s fortunes, avoid misfortune, and ensure a smooth cultivation journey.
It also granted mastery over the Dao of Luck and the Dao of Destiny, both top-grade Daos.
She focused on the Demon Emperor Star.
And she saw— A man.
The most handsome man she had ever seen.
His face was sculpted by the heavens themselves, his eyes held the depth of eternity, and his body—his adult body, powerful and perfect—was pressed against hers.
She was naked.
They were naked.
And they were kissing.
No—more than kissing.
His lips were on her neck.
His hands were on her breasts—her bare breasts—and she was moaning, arching into his touch, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer.
She was smiling.
She was in bliss.
She was doing things that no Pavilion Master should ever do, saying things that no dignified woman should ever say, and looking happier than she had ever been in her entire life.
The vision shattered.
The Pavilion Master collapsed back into her chair, her face burning.
“That…
that shameless woman…
can that really be…
me?” She pressed her hands to her cheeks.
They were hot enough to fry an egg.
‘He’s so young,’ she thought weakly.
‘In the vision, he was older—perhaps eighteen or nineteen—but that was definitely him.
The Demon Emperor Star.
And I was…
we were…’ She couldn’t finish the thought.
‘This is fate,’ she told herself.
‘I saw it with my own eyes.
The Eyes of Fortune do not lie.
Someday, somehow, that man will…
and I will…
we will…’ She buried her face in her hands and let out a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a whimper.
‘At least I didn’t see the rest of it.
If I had watched any longer, I might have died of shame.’ But even as she thought that, a small, traitorous part of her—a part she would never admit existed—was curious about what came next.
Note: the reason she could see and calculate the fate beause the system allowed her to otherwise she couldn’t even dream of calculating the fate of qin tian and system again help qin tian find beautiful future wife he realy should thank the system .
END OF CHAPTER 14