The Harmony of Five descended through the Qin family’s outer formations like a golden dream, its phoenix prow gleaming in the afternoon light.
Below, the ancestral territory of the Qin family spread out in all its immortal glory—floating islands of white jade, waterfalls of liquid starlight, gardens where flowers sang ancient hymns.
A month had passed since Tian left the Xia Dynasty.
He could have arrived weeks ago, but he had taken the scenic route—stopping at minor realms, visiting mortal cities, exploring hidden valleys.
His maids had enjoyed the leisurely journey.
Long Jin had catalogued seventeen new species of spirit flower.
Long Rui had found a sword technique manual in a forgotten ruin.
And Tian had simply enjoyed being young and free and alive.
But now, on the morning of his fourteenth birthday, he was home.
The gangplank extended.
Tian descended.
And the maids and guards of the Qin family erupted.
“Young Master!
Welcome home!” “Happy birthday, Young Master!” “Look how handsome he’s grown—!” “He was always handsome!” “More handsome now!” Tian smiled, and the women collectively pressed their hands to their hearts.
“Thank you, everyone.
I missed you all.” A senior maid—a mature beauty with silver-streaked hair and eyes like warm honey—stepped forward and bowed.
“Young Master, the family is gathered in the main hall.
Your mothers are waiting.” “Then let’s not keep them waiting.” Qin tian said with a smile.
note: If one asked Tian why he never acted like the arrogant young masters of other powerful forces—those puffed-up peacocks who treated servants like dirt and walked through life as if the world owed them worship—he would laugh and ask if the questioner was crazy.
Why would he treat beautiful women badly?
Why would he sneer at maids who served him faithfully?
Why would he kick guards who protected his life?
Those other young masters were idiots.
Beauty was meant to be appreciated, not abused.
Kindness cost nothing and returned everything.
And besides—have you SEEN these maids?
They’re gorgeous.
Only a fool would be rude to them.
The main hall of the Qin family’s central palace was a cathedral of white jade and silver light.
Pillars carved with the history of the clan rose to a ceiling painted with the constellations of forgotten epochs.
Spirit lanterns floated in the air, their flames eternal.
The floor was polished moonstone, so clear it reflected the scene above like a mirror.
And there, at the center of it all, were his mothers.
“TIAN’ER!” They All said it at the same time .
Qin Mei reached him first, her snow-white hair flying behind her like a banner.
She scooped him into her arms—he was fourteen now, but to her, he would always be her baby—and pressed him against her generous chest with the fierce love of a mother who had been waiting months for this moment.
“My baby,” she breathed.
“My precious, perfect baby.
Happy birthday.” “Thank you, Mother,” Tian managed, his voice muffled.
Long Yue appeared at his side.
“My turn!” She plucked him from Qin Mei’s arms and hugged him just as tightly.
Her dragon horns gleamed above her golden hair.
Her body, warm with dragon blood, enveloped him.
“Fourteen!
You’re growing so fast!
Soon you’ll be taller than me!” “I doubt that,” Tian said.
“You’re very tall.” “Flatterer.” Long yue smiled happily .
Zhou Meng claimed him next, her ruby eyes soft.
“Happy birthday, little emperor.
The demon clans send their love.” Ling Xue’s embrace was gentle and divine.
“May the stars bless you, my son.” Su Meiyao held him longest, her black-hole eyes suspiciously bright.
“I have your birthday present in my office.
It’s a ledger.” “…A ledger?” “The most BEAUTIFUL ledger.
Hand-tooled leather.
Gold leaf edges.
You’ll love it.” “I’m sure I will, Mother.” Qin tian said Then his sisters descended.
“BABY BROTHER!” Ling xing shouted .
Ling Xing crashed into him first, her blue hair wild, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
She hugged him so tightly he felt his ribs creak.
“You’re FOURTEEN!
You’re practically an adult!
You’re practically OLD!” “I’m not old!” Qin tian said in helpless tone .
“You’re older than yesterday!” Ling xing said .
“That’s how time works!” Qim tian said .
Ling Yue gently extracted her twin and gave Tian a more dignified—but no less warm—embrace.
“Happy birthday, little brother.” “Thank you, Yue.” Qin Yuxuan kissed his forehead.
Long Xia ruffled his hair so vigorously it stood up in spikes.
Zhou Lingxi pinched his cheeks.
Su Lan presented him with a small, wrapped box.
“For me?” Tian asked.
“I calculated that you would appreciate an advance on your birthday gift,” Su Lan said, her black-hole eyes serious.
“It’s a compound interest calculator.
Very practical.” “…Thank you, Su Lan.” “You’re welcome.” Tian was passed from woman to woman like a beloved doll.
He enjoyed every moment of it—the warmth, the love, the softness of their embraces.
But a small, indignant part of him thought: ‘One day, I’m going to grow taller than all of you.
Just wait.
I’ll be the one doing the lifting.’ That thought evaporated when his grandmother, Long Biya, crushed him against her massive bosom.
“MY LITTLE FLAME!” she roared, her dragon voice shaking the pillars.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” ‘Never mind,’ Tian thought, suffocating happily.
‘This is fine.’ — After the initial chaos, Tian made his way to a side pavilion where four young women sat with expressions like storm clouds.
Lin Yueyao’s silver eyes were ice.
Mo Yurou’s purple eyes were thunder.
Mei Lian’s pink eyes were lightning.
Wu Jing’s crimson eyes were the calm before the hurricane.
“Husband,” they said in perfect, chilling unison.
Tian smiled.
“My beautiful fiancées.
I’ve missed you.” “Have you?” Lin Yueyao asked, her voice cold enough to freeze the air.
“We heard you were very busy.
With your harem.
Your five hundred women.
Your Empress.” “Over five hundred,” Mei Lian corrected, her massive chest heaving with indignation.
“Five hundred and seventy-three slaves alone!
Plus maids!
Plus ancestors!” “You kissed them all,” Mo Yurou added.
“For an hour.” “We only got cheek kisses,” Wu Jing finished quietly.
The four of them fixed him with expressions of profound, wounded jealousy.
They were pouting.
All four of them.
Even the ice queen.
Even the shadow princess.
Even the banshee.
Pouting.
Tian’s heart melted.
“My loves,” he said, his voice soft.
“Come here.” He opened his arms.
For a moment, none of them moved.
Then Mei Lian cracked first, rushing into his embrace with a sound that was half-sob and half-squeal.
The other three followed, and soon Tian found himself buried in a pile of beautiful, jealous fiancées.
“I’m sorry I made you jealous,” he murmured, pressing kisses to whatever skin he could reach—Mei Lian’s forehead, Lin Yueyao’s cheek, Mo Yurou’s veiled nose, Wu Jing’s crimson-eyed brow.
“But you know you’re special to me.
My first fiancées.
My first loves.
No one can replace you.” “Really?” Mei Lian sniffled.
“Really.” Qin tian said .
“But you kissed them—” “Because they needed comfort.
Their families were killed.
Their lives were destroyed.
I gave them kindness.
But you”—he cupped her pink-haired head and looked into her pink eyes—”you I love.” Mei Lian’s face went from pink to crimson.
“T-Tian…” “I love all of you,” he continued, looking at each of them.
“Yueyao.
Yurou.
Lian.
Jing.
You’re mine, and I’m yours.
A harem of thousands won’t change that.” Tian the scumbag lied without any shame .
The jealousy melted.
The pouts dissolved.
The storm clouds parted.
“Oh, Tian,” Lin Yueyao whispered, her ice queen composure shattering completely.
“We love you too.” “We just miss you,” Mo Yurou added.
“We want to be with you more,” Wu Jing said quietly.
“And do more things,” Mei Lian added, then immediately blushed so hard her horns turned pink.
“I DIDN’T MEAN—I meant—hold hands!
Hold hands more!” The others laughed.
The tension broke.
And when Tian climbed into Mei Lian’s lap—her massive, soft chest pillowing his back—none of them could stop giggling.
“You’re so small,” Mei Lian cooed, wrapping her arms around him.
“I’m fourteen now.
I’m not small.” Qin tian said .
“You’re adorable.” Mei Lian smilingly said .
“I’m dignified.” Qin said with a pout .
“Adorable.” They all said in unison .
“One day I’ll be taller than all of you.” Qin tian said with anger .
“Yes, yes,” all four women said in perfect, indulgent unison.
“Our darling will grow the tallest.” Tian pinched Mei Lian’s breast.
She yelped.
“Naughty Tian!” she gasped, her face crimson.
But there was no anger in her voice—only flustered, delighted shock.
“You were patronizing me,” Tian said with angry tone .
“We were AGREEING with you!” Mei lian said .
“Your tone was patronizing.” Qin tian said “My TONE was not patronizing —!” Lin Yueyao laughed.
It was a rare sound, bright and clear, and it made everyone stare.
The ice queen, laughing.
The world must be ending.
“Tian,” she said, still smiling, “you’re impossible.” Qin tian just smiled happily — Two hours later, the birthday banquet began.
The main hall had been transformed.
Tables of polished spirit wood stretched the length of the chamber, laden with dishes that would make Great Emperors weep.
Spiritual fruits glowed with internal light.
Roasted spirit beasts crackled with residual energy.
Wines aged for a hundred thousand years flowed freely.
The air hummed with the music of immortal instruments played by maids whose beauty was matched only by their skill.
Tian sat beside his mothers on the raised dais, looking out at the assembled guests.
Every forbidden force was represented.
The Long Dynasty.
The Zhou Demon Imperial Clan.
The Ling Goddess Clan.
The Heavenly Moon Pavilion.
The Yaochi Holy Land.
The Shadow Pavilion.
The Gu Clan.
And countless Supreme-level forces—dynasties, holy lands, ancient families—who would never dare miss the birthday of the young master of the five allied clans.
But Tian was quickly stolen from his mother’s side.
“Come, little husband,” Mei Lian said , scooping him from his seat.
“Sit with us.” Wu Jing appeared on his other side.
“The banquet is long.
You’ll be more comfortable with us.” Before Tian could protest, he was whisked away to a long table near the center of the hall.
Lin Yueyao was already seated there, and when Mei Lian deposited Tian in her lap, the ice queen’s expression flickered with satisfaction. This chapter was taken from novelping . com without permission.
“Comfortable?” she asked.
Tian settled back against her chest.
Her breasts were soft and warm, and her scent—winter jasmine and clean snow—was soothing.
“Very.” Mo Yurou sat on his other side, her purple eyes watchful.
The four fiancées had created a protective circle around him, and no one—absolutely no one—was getting through.
But others tried.
The holy maidens and young misses of the powerful forces approached the table in a steady stream.
They were beautiful, every one of them—daughters of ancient families, princesses of mighty dynasties, future leaders of holy lands.
Their cultivation was impressive.
Their faces were lovely.
And every single one of them blushed when Tian smiled at them.
“Y-Young Master Qin, happy birthday—” “I-I brought a gift—” “May I pour you some tea—?” “Please accept this humble offering—” The fiancées watched with narrowed eyes.
But Tian’s sisters, seated at the same long table, simply laughed.
“Look at them,” Ling Xing said, grinning.
“They’re all in love with him already.” “Can you blame them?” Zhou Lingxi replied.
“He’s our brother.” “He’s the BEST brother,” Long Xia declared.
“The most adorable,” Qin Yuxuan agreed.
“The most financially promising,” Su Lan added.
The other sisters stared at her with eyes that said can you not say such words .
“What?
It’s an important quality.” She said like it’s the most normal thing .
The table was soon surrounded.
Holy maidens, clan princesses, and young geniuses from across the Primordial Realm crowded around, all vying for Tian’s attention.
His sisters had to physically reposition the table to accommodate everyone.
And through it all, Tian sat in Lin Yueyao’s lap, greeting each woman with a smile that made their hearts flutter.
The Maiden Calamity Body pulsed.
The Aura of Genius radiated.
And every woman present felt herself falling just a little bit deeper in love.
— On the other side of the banquet hall, the atmosphere was very different.
A cluster of young men surrounded Gu Tianxing, the young master of the Gu Clan.
They were trying to flatter him.
It wasn’t working.
His face was dark.
His eyes were fixed on the distant table where Lin Yueyao sat—with another man in her lap.
‘Why?’ he thought, his jaw tight.
‘Why does she let HIM sit there?
She refused to even speak to me!
I invited her to tea—refused.
I invited her to walk in the gardens—refused.
I tried to give her a birthday gift—she didn’t even look at it!
And now she’s cradling that boy like he’s the most precious thing in the world!’ He turned to a young nobleman beside him.
“Why,” he asked, his voice venomous on the word, “is the Holy Maiden of Yaochi holding Qin Tian on her LAP?” The nobleman’s face went pale.
He could feel the killing intent radiating from the young master.
“I-I believe it has been like this since Young Master Qin was little, Young Master Gu.
She has always…
hugged him.
Like that.” Gu Tianxing’s expression grew even darker.
The nobleman quickly added, sweating, “B-But I think she only treats him like a younger brother!
She is good friends with his sisters!
It’s purely a brother sister type relation !” Gu Tianxing’s face lightened slightly.
‘A younger brother.
Yes.
That makes sense.
She’s a kind woman beneath her cold exterior.
She’s just being maternal.
That’s all.’ He straightened his robes.
‘Tonight, I’ll confess my feelings.
I’ll make her understand.
The Gu Clan and the Yaochi Holy Land—an alliance between two forbidden forces.
It’s perfect.
It’s logical.
She’ll have to agree.’ The more he thought about it, the more certain he became.
Poor Gu Tianxing.
If Tian knew what he was thinking, he would have his great emperor aunties slap the young master to death on the spot.
And say ‘How dare you think of taking what’s mine?!’ But Tian didn’t know.
So Gu Tianxing continued to scheme, blissfully unaware that the “younger brother” in Lin Yueyao’s lap was actually her fiancé.
At another table, a fat, chubby young man was also staring at Lin Yueyao.
His name was Wang Pang, and he was the son of a minor clan leader.
His eyes held admiration—but not for the ice queen herself.
‘Sister-in-law is so beautiful,’ he thought dreamily.
‘Big brother is so lucky to have her as his destined…
wait.’ He frowned, looking at the boy in her lap.
‘Why is that child being so intimate with Sister-in-law?
Even if he’s young, it’s not appropriate.’ In the original script of fate—the story that should have been—this fat young man would have been the protagonist’s loyal best friend.
The comic relief.
The number one supporter.
The “Fatty Wang” who always believed in his brother even when the world turned against him.
But that script had been torn apart.
The protagonist he would never ever have lin yueyao in any life and he will also die .
And his “sister-in-law” was already engaged to someone else.
If Tian knew that this chubby young man had called Lin Yueyao “sister-in-law”—implying she would marry someone else—he would beat him to death without hesitation.
‘Your trash protagonist brother can dream all he wants!
She’s MY fiancée!’ But Tian didn’t know.
So Wang Pang continued to eat his spirit beast dumplings, blissfully unaware that his original destiny had been erased and he will also die with the protagoint.
— The atmosphere in the banquet hall shifted.
Every guest—from the lowest Supreme Realm cultivator to the highest Great Emperor—felt the pressure before they saw the source.
It was not crushing.
It was not oppressive.
It was simply…
absolute.
The presence of beings who had transcended the limits of mortality.
Six women walked into the hall.
The first was Qin Rou, the Rakasha.
Her black hair cascaded past her feet, and her eyes held the beginning and end of time.
The second was Long Shen, the Immortal ancestor of the Long Dynasty.
Her golden hair burned like a second sun.
Her body was a warrior’s frame—broad shoulders, muscular arms, powerful legs—but it was undeniably feminine, undeniably beautiful, the body of a woman who had honed herself into the perfect weapon.
She was a muscle mommy, a goddess of strength whose very presence made lesser cultivators feel frail.
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.
Her body was the most voluptuous of the five—massive breasts, impossibly narrow waist, hips that swayed with every step.
The fourth was Ling Mingyue, the Immortal ancestor of the Ling Goddess Clan.
Her blue hair shimmered with divine starlight, and her eyes were pure white—the eyes of a being who had transcended mortality.
Her body was the perfect hourglass of the goddess race.
The fifth was Su Yiyan, the Immortal ancestor of the Su Family.
Her silver-white hair gleamed, and her black-hole eyes swirled with ancient knowledge.
Her body was elegant and refined.
And the sixth…
The sixth woman’s face could not be seen.
A distortion in reality itself shrouded her features, leaving only her eyes visible.
One eye was gold, blazing like a sun.
The other was purple, swirling with the mysteries of fate.
Her body was graceful and commanding, wrapped in simple white robes that couldn’t hide the power radiating from her.
Lu Tianyi, the Wandering Immortal.
The entire hall fell silent.
Every guest—from Supreme-level forces to forbidden clans—rose and bowed.
“Greetings, Immortals.” They all bow and shout .
Their voices echoed in unison.
No one dared look directly at the six women for more than a moment.
To disrespect an Immortal was to invite annihilation.
Even the proudest young masters kept their eyes lowered.
Qin Rou raised her hand.
“Rise.
Enjoy the banquet.
This is a celebration, not a ceremony.” “Thank you, Immortal.” They all said in unison.
The tension broke.
The guests returned to their seats, though their conversations were quieter now, more respectful.
The five mothers of Tian approached and bowed.
Lin Qingwan and Mo Qingwu followed.
Mei Xing and Wu Ling did the same.
Even the mothers of the forbidden forces paid their respects.
Qin Mei said warmly.
“Thank you for coming ancestors .” “Rise, rise,” Long Shen said, her voice carrying the rumble of distant thunder.
“No need for formality.
We’re here to celebrate our little Tian.” “Where is the birthday boy?” Zhou Yuelin asked, her crimson eyes sparkling.
The six Immortals made their way to Tian’s table.
The holy maidens and princesses scrambled to their feet, bowing deeply.
“Greetings, Immortals!” “Sit, sit.” Ling Mingyue’s voice was like a hymn.
“Enjoy yourselves.
Don’t mind us.” The only person who didn’t bow was Tian.
He looked up at the six women with wide, innocent eyes—the eyes of a child seeing his beloved aunties.
“Auntie Rou!
Auntie Shen!
Auntie Yuelin!
Auntie Mingyue!
Auntie Yiyan!” He rattled off the names with practiced sweetness, and the five Immortal ancestors melted.
“Little Tian!” Zhou Yuelin scooped him up and pressed him against her massive chest.
“You’ve grown so much!
So handsome!” “Auntie Yuelin, I can’t breathe—” “Good!
Suffocate in auntie’s love!” Long Shen plucked him from Zhou Yuelin’s arms and held him up like a prize.
“Look at this boy!
Fourteen already!
When are you going to start cultivating, little dragon?
Your muscles need building!” “Soon, Auntie Shen.
Very soon.” “Good!
Auntie will teach you personally!
We’ll make those muscles POP!” Tian glanced at her biceps—each one larger than his entire head—and swallowed.
‘I’m going to die.’ But it also makes her looks more exotic .
Ling Mingyue took him next, her divine embrace gentle and warm.
“Happy birthday, little Tian.
May the stars always guide your path.” Su Yiyan’s hug was brief but intense.
“I have prepared for you many beautiful maids .” “…Thank you, Auntie Yiyan.” Finally, Qin Rou held him.
The Rakasha’s ancient eyes softened as she looked at her descendant.
“Fourteen years.
It feels like yesterday you were born.
And now look at you.” Tian smiled.
“Thank you for always protecting me, Auntie Rou.” The Rakasha’s lips curved.
“Always.” Then Tian turned to the sixth woman.
The one whose face was hidden.
The one with mismatched eyes of gold and purple.
“Hello,” he said, his voice carrying genuine curiosity.
“I’m Qin Tian.
Are you Auntie Lu?” Lu Tianyi looked down at the boy.
Even through the distortion hiding her face, her surprise was evident.
“You know my name?” “Auntie Rou mentioned you once.
She said you were the Wandering Immortal.
That you’ve been searching for something for a very long time.” The gold and purple eyes widened slightly.
“She told you that?” “She tells me lots of things.
I’m her favorite.” Tian paused.
“We heard that!” “You heard nothing!” Qin tian said cutely .
Lu Tianyi laughed.
It was a soft sound, almost surprised, as if laughter was not something she experienced often.
“You are…
an interesting child.” “I try.” Tian beamed.
‘System,’ he thought, ‘scan her.’ [Scanning…] A panel appeared in his mind’s eye: — NAME: Lu Tianyi TITLE: Wandering Immortal CULTIVATION REALM: Immortal Realm (Mid Stage) PHYSIQUE: Chaos Duality Body (Immortal Rank) RACE: Primordial Human (Ancient Lineage) CULTIVATION TECHNIQUE: Duality Severance Sutra (Immortal Grade) WEAPONS: Twin Swords of Light and Shadow (Immortal Grade) OTHER ITEMS: · Book of Reincarnation (Creation Grade Technique — Unopened).
· Void-Traveling Boat (Immortal Grade).
· Various Immortal Grade Treasures .
SCRIPT: She is fated to become the master of the ‘Supreme Emperor of All Ages,’ one of the most powerful protagonists in the Primordial Realm’s history.
The Book of Reincarnation is his destined golden finger.
Through it, he will summon the spirits of the dead from the cycle of reincarnation—Great Emperors, Heavenly Emperors, even fallen Immortals—and command them as his loyal army.
He will rebuild their bodies, restore their powers, and conquer the realm with an unstoppable legion of the resurrected.
STATUS: Daughter of Destiny (Red Luck) — Tian’s breath caught.
‘S-System…
what the hell is that Book?!’ [The Book of Reincarnation is a Creation Grade summoning-type cultivation technique.
It allows the wielder to summon the spirits of deceased cultivators from the cycle of reincarnation.
Those spirits retain their memories, their techniques, and their cultivation insights.
They can rapidly regain their former power in spirit form.
And if the wielder provides the necessary materials, they can even be granted new physical bodies.] ‘So that protagonist…
the Supreme Emperor of All Ages…
he would have an army of dead Great Emperors?!’ [Correct.
In the original script, he would have commanded thousands of resurrected experts.
He could summon Immortals who had fallen in ancient wars.
His legion would have been unstoppable.] Tian’s arrogance—the quiet confidence he had built over fourteen years of being the most privileged child in the realm—cracked.
‘I’ve been underestimating them,’ he thought, his mental voice grim.
‘I’ve been coasting on my family background and my physiques.
But these protagonists…
they’re TERRIFYING.
If the Supreme Emperor of All Ages had gotten that book, if he had built his army…
even the five forbidden forces might not have been able to stop him.’ Note : what qin tian doent know that his family’s also the other forbidden forces have people who are stronger then immortals but the system didn’t tell him yet to scare him as he has been to lazy and didn’t even start to cultivate .
and qin tian forgot the most powerful things he he is not his family back ground they are good but his most powerful thing is the system .
And his 5 combat immortal bodies are not for show if he masters there powers he can kill that protagoint easily even he had a army of immortals .
And only that protagoint had that type of cheat now it will be his .
and other protagoint could only have what makes them more powerful type of cheats like rings garndpa or other types of cheats .
[The Host understands now.
This is the true nature of the villain’s path.
Protagonists are not merely lucky.
They are blessed by heaven itself.
They are given tools that defy logic and reason.
The Host must never underestimate them.] ‘I won’t.
Not anymore.’ Qin tian said .
But even as he processed this terrifying information, another thought surfaced.
A more immediate thought.
‘System…
show me her true face.’ […The Host is aware that Lu Tianyi is an Immortal, correct?
And that peeking through her concealment might be considered rude?] ‘Show me.’ The system sighed—a sound that was somehow both exasperated and fond—and the distortion covering Lu Tianyi’s face dissolved in Tian’s vision.
He forgot how to breathe.
Her hair was two colors—not mixed, but split perfectly down the middle.
The left side was gold, blazing like captured sunlight.
The right side was purple, deep and swirling like the mysteries of fate.
It cascaded past her hips in waves, the two colors never touching, never blending, simply…
existing in perfect duality.
Her face was the face of a woman who embodied both charm and gentleness.
Her features were delicate but not fragile, elegant but not cold.
Her skin was flawless, luminous, the skin of a being who had transcended mortal concerns.
Her lips were full and soft, painted with no color but naturally pink.
Her nose was straight and fine.
Her cheekbones were high and graceful.
But it was her expression that captivated him most.
There was a weariness there—the weariness of someone who had searched for millions of years and found nothing.
But there was also hope.
A fragile, barely-there hope that flickered in her mismatched eyes whenever she looked at him.
She was beautiful.
Not in the way his mothers were beautiful, or his fiancées, or the Empress.
She was beautiful in a way that was entirely unique—a beauty born of duality, of light and shadow, of gold and purple, of hope and weariness.
And she had the most magnificent thighs Tian had ever seen.
Through the white silk of her robes, he could see their shape—long and shapely and powerful, the thighs of a woman who had walked across countless realms.
They were not the thick, crushing thighs of a warrior like Long Shen.
They were elegant thighs.
Graceful thighs.
Thighs that seemed to have been sculpted by an artist who understood exactly what beauty was.
White.
Soft.
Perfect.
Tian had seen many beautiful women in his fourteen years.
He had been hugged by thousands of them.
He had kissed hundreds.
He had felt the touch of more than he could count.
But Lu Tianyi’s thighs…
‘I must hug them,’ he thought, his mind filled with a singular, absolute determination.
‘I don’t care if she’s an Immortal.
I don’t care if she could erase me with a thought.
I don’t care if she’s a Daughter of Destiny fated to be some protagonist’s master.
I MUST hug those soft, white thighs.
Nobody can stop me.’ [The Host’s dedication to his desires is…
admirable.] The system’s thinks her plan to scare her host has failed .
‘System, those thighs are a work of ART.
They belong in a museum.
They belong in MY ARMS.’ [The Host is aware that she is an Immortal who could obliterate him with a single finger, correct?] ‘I’ll risk it.’ […This system cannot decide whether to be proud or concerned.] ‘Be proud.
Definitely proud.’ While Tian was having his revelation, the five Immortal ancestors had finished their greetings and turned to address the assembled guests.
“Sister Lu has an announcement,” Qin Rou said, her voice carrying through the hall.
“She has been searching for a disciple for millions of years.
She carries with her a technique that even we Immortals could not master.
A technique that requires a very specific kind of genius to open.” The hall fell silent.
Every young cultivator—male and female—held their breath.
An Immortal master.
A technique that even other Immortals couldn’t learn.
This was the opportunity of a thousand lifetimes.
“Sister Lu will now test those who wish to try,” Long Shen continued.
“Any young cultivator under the age of 1 thousend may attempt to open the book.
If you succeed…
you will become the disciple of a Wandering Immortal.” The male side of the hall erupted with excitement.
Young masters whispered urgently to each other.
The Gu Clan’s young master straightened in his seat.
This was it.
An Immortal master would elevate any force to supremacy and his place in clan will be even more firm as the young master .
The female side was less enthusiastic.
They glanced at Tian, still sitting in Lin Yueyao’s lap, and thought: ‘An Immortal master would be wonderful…
but wouldn’t being the young master’s wife be even better?’ Gu Tianxing rose from his seat.
His face was composed, confident.
He walked toward the six Immortals with measured steps.
‘This is my chance,’ he thought.
‘If I become the disciple of an Immortal, my status will soar.
Lin Yueyao will have no choice but to respect me.
And then…’ He didn’t finish the thought.
But the smug curve of his lips said enough.
Lu Tianyi produced a book from her spatial ring.
It was ancient—bound in leather that had seen millions of years, its pages yellowed but intact.
Strange symbols covered its cover, symbols that seemed to shift and writhe when looked at directly.
“This is the technique,” she said, her voice soft but carrying.
“Step forward, young man.
Place your hand on the cover.
If the book accepts you, it will open.” Gu Tianxing placed his hand on the book.
Nothing happened.
He frowned.
He pushed his Qi into it.
Nothing.
He pushed harder.
The book remained stubbornly, defiantly closed.
Lu Tianyi’s mismatched eyes flickered with disappointment.
“Next.” One by one, the young cultivators approached.
One by one, they failed.
The book did not open.
It did not even flicker.
It simply sat there, ancient and indifferent, refusing to acknowledge any of them.
Finally, the line ended.
No one had succeeded.
Lu Tianyi sighed.
“I expected as much.
This technique has eluded me for millions of years.
It will take a very special soul to—” “I want to try.” Qin tian said Everyone turned.
Tian had climbed off Lin Yueyao’s lap.
He walked toward Lu Tianyi with steady steps, his eyes fixed on the book.
The Maiden Calamity Body pulsed.
The Aura of Genius radiated.
And something else—something deeper—stirred within him.
Lu Tianyi looked down at the fourteen-year-old boy.
“Little Tian, this technique is not a toy.
Even Immortals could not open it.
Are you certain?” She was concerned that it might damage the dao heart of this young boy who hasn’t even started to cultivate.
“I’m certain.” Qin tian said firmly.
He reached out and placed his hand on the book.
And it opened.
Thank to his genius aura .
Golden light exploded from the pages.
Ancient symbols rose into the air, swirling around Tian like a vortex of stars.
The Book of Reincarnation, which had remained closed for millions of years, which had defied Immortals and geniuses and it , opened for a fourteen-year-old boy as if it had been waiting for him all along.
Lu Tianyi’s mismatched eyes went wide.
Her hands trembled.
Tears—real, hot tears—spilled down her cheeks, visible even through the distortion.
“At last,” she breathed.
“At last.
My destined apprentice.” She was happy beause she was last of her race and she knew this book could make her dream come true to revive her race .
But for that she needed her destined apprentice.
And if qin tian knew her thought he would definitely say isn’t a another easy way just marry me .
when i am older and you will have alot of children .
Wouldn’t your race be revived .
But qin tian might be slaped to death.
But he would definitely try who knows it might work .
Tian looked up from the glowing pages.
He saw her tears.
He saw her joy.
He saw the hope that had been buried for millions of years finally burst into bloom.
And he also saw her thighs.
‘I’m going to hug those,’ he thought firmly.
‘As soon as this ceremony is over.
Nobody can stop me.’ [The Host’s priorities remain…
consistent.] The system was helpless.
— END OF CHAPTER 15 .