After his luxurious bath with the maids, Tian slept soundly, his body humming with the residual energy of his cultivation.
The next morning, he was back in the training compound with his master, and so began a month of relentless training.
Every day, Lu Tianyi guided him through the Organ Refining Realm.
The beast blood baths continued, each one more potent than the last.
Medicines of Emperor Grade were added without restraint.
And Tian’s body responded with the eagerness of a primordial beast awakening from slumber.
Now, on the final day of his organ refinement, Tian sat cross-legged in the training compound.
His eyes were closed.
His breathing was steady.
And inside his body, a transformation was reaching its climax.
Every single one of his internal organs glowed like the finest jade.
His heart pulsed with a light that was steady and eternal.
His liver shone with purified vitality.
His lungs expanded and contracted with the rhythm of a divine bellows.
And then—the breakthrough came.
Runes began to appear on his organs.
The same primordial symbols that had marked his skin now emerged from within, engraving themselves onto his heart, his lungs, his liver—every organ except his kidneys.
Those had already transformed into the Immortal Kidneys, and now the runes only made them stronger.
The area around them was the most beautiful sight within his body—golden and purple immortal light intertwined with the grey-gold of Chaos Creation Qi, a trinity of colors that seemed to sing with power.
“It’s done,” Tian breathed, opening his eyes.
Lu Tianyi’s mismatched eyes glowed with pride.
“You have completed the Organ Refining Realm.
Your internal organs are now at the Chaos Creation level—beyond even Jade.” She reached out and gently patted his head.
“You may take a three-month break.
Your body needs time to stabilize.” Tian smiled and rose on his tiptoes to press a kiss to her cheek.
“Master, you’re so kind.” The Wandering Immortal’s pale cheeks flushed pink.
“Little Tian—” “It’s just a thank you kiss!” Qin tian said innocently.
“…You’re welcome.” She smiled, flustered but happy.
As Tian walked back to his palace, a question nagged at him.
His master had spent months alone with him—touching his body during training, guiding his cultivation, even seeing him naked.
And yet…
she had never made any kind of advance.
No lingering touches.
No heated glances.
Nothing beyond the gentle affection of a master for her disciple.
‘System,’ he thought, ‘why hasn’t my master made any moves on me?
We’ve been alone for months.
My Maiden Calamity Body should be working.’ [The Host’s master has a deeper desire that outweighs all others.] The system’s charming voice was patient.
[She wishes to meet her family again.
To revive her extinct race.
Nothing else matters to her—she is already immensely powerful.
She likes you, Host.
Very much.
But in the original script, the Supreme Emperor of All Ages—even with his Protagonist Halo—had to spend a thousand years before he could make even the smallest romantic move on her.] ‘A THOUSAND years?!’ Qin asked with surprised a voice .
[Lu Tianyi is a Wandering Immortal who has walked alone for millions of years.
Her heart is not easily moved.
The fact that you have already earned her affection—that she blushes at your touch, that she smiles when you call her name—that is unprecedented.
The protagonist of the original script would weep tears of blood if he knew how quickly you have progressed with her.] Tian nodded slowly.
‘So I need to be patient.’ [The Host is learning.] The system said .
‘But also—I need to help her revive her race.
That’s the key to her heart.’ [The Host is very learning.] The system said again .
‘…Is that a word?’ Qin asked annoyed.
[It is now.]The sytem say in a happy voice .
— Three months passed in a blur of family and pleasure.
Tian visited the Xia Dynasty, where Empress Xia Qingwu greeted him with tears of joy and a kiss that lasted so long her ministers had to politely cough and look away.
He spent warm afternoons with his harem, the seven Daughters of Destiny fighting playfully over who got to sit in his lap.
He visited the thirteen ancestors, who had grown even more youthful and beautiful thanks to the Lake of Vitality’s water.
He played hide-and-seek with his maids and squeezed more rear ends than he could count.
He visited the Long Dynasty, where his grandmother Long Biya crushed him against her massive bosom and fed him dragon-fire pancakes until he couldn’t move.
He visited the Zhou Demon Imperial Clan, where the Succubus and Banshee Queens and Princesses showered him with affection.
He visited the Ling Goddess Clan, where his divine mother and twin sisters braided his hair and sang hymns of blessing.
He visited the Heavenly Moon Pavilion, where Su Meiyao gave him a new ledger and Su Lan quizzed him on compound interest.
And he visited the immortal ancestors of all five clans—those ancient women who had lived for millions of years and now doted on him like he was their own grandson.
Long Shen, the muscle mommy, taught him wrestling techniques.
Zhou Yuelin, the voluptuous demon, fed him spirit fruits and pinched his cheeks.
Ling Mingyue blessed him with divine hymns.
Su Yiyan gave him investment advice.
And Qin Rou simply held him and smiled.
But through it all, Tian did not check on Xiao Ye.
The Search Function had told him it would take years for that protagonist to begin his journey.
Four years before the pendant grandpa awakened.
Four years before the Flame Emperor’s invincible path began.
There was no rush.
‘Why not search for other protagonists?’ Tian had asked the system.
[The Search Function would take months to locate the next nearest protagonist.
Even the earliest among them will activate their halo after Xiao Ye.
The era of protagonists is dawning, Host, but it dawns slowly.] ‘So the Search Function is basically useless right now.’ [The Host is a cheapskate who refuses to spend 30,000 Destiny Points to accelerate the search.] Tian coughed in embarrassment.
‘That’s—that’s not—’ [The Host’s point balance is over five million.
Thirty thousand points is pocket change.
The Host is simply stingy.] ‘…I’m saving for the Creation Sutra.’ Qin tian said in a voice that even he did not believe.
[The Host is saving for something he cannot afford yet.
This is called ‘rationalization.’] The system said .
‘Shut up.’ Qin tian said But the truth was simpler.
The real reason Tian didn’t bother searching for more protagonists was that he was frustrated.
Frustrated beyond belief.
Every beautiful woman in his life—his fiancées, his harem, his maids, his Empress—refused to go all the way with him.
They kissed him.
They fondled him.
They let him grope them and suck their breasts and spank their sexy ass .
But when it came to actual intercourse?
“You’re too young, little husband.” They said .
“Wait a few more years, darling.” They said it gain.
“Your body isn’t ready yet, young master Tian.” One his maid said it .
Seeing delicious meat everywhere but not being allowed to devour it—that was true torture.
So why bother hunting more heroines if he couldn’t even enjoy the ones he had?
But that was about to change soon for him .
— “Little Tian, it’s time for your Blood Refining Realm training.” His master said .
Lu Tianyi stood in the training compound, her dual-colored hair shimmering in the eternal twilight.
Beside her stood a figure that made Tian’s eyes widen.
Long Xia.
His dragon sister.
She has arrived some time ago .
“Sister?
Why are you here?” Tian asked, surprised why she is now here .
He wondered did his master invite her .
Long Xia grinned—that fierce, warrior’s grin that reminded him so much of their immortal ancestor .
“I brought you a present, little brother.” She gestured, and from her spatial ring emerged a massive cauldron.
It was Gold in color and radiated an aura of supreme majesty.
Dragons were carved into its surface, their bodies coiling around the vessel in eternal dance.
The lid was crowned with a dragon’s head, its eyes gleaming with rubies the size of fists.
This was the Golden Dragon Cauldron, an Emperor Grade Dao Treasure of the Long Dynasty.
“What’s this for?” Tian asked, his eyes narrowing with suspicion he has a bad feeling about it “For cooking you,” Long Xia said cheerfully like it’s the most normal thing to say to her younger brother.
Tian’s eye twitched.
“Sister.
Please tell me you’re joking.” Qin tian wanted ask is that what a normal sister can say to normal brother .
“I’m not joking.” Her grin widened.
“You’re going to be cooked.”his sisters said with a laugh .
Tian turned to his master with an expression of profound betrayal.
“Master.
You’re letting her cook me?” He said in such a tone that he was a wounded beast that needed care .
Lu Tianyi’s smile was helpless.
“What your sister said isn’t the full truth, Little Tian.
The cauldron will help evaporate your old, normal blood.
At the same time, your heart—which has been refined to the Chaos Creation level—will pump out new, stronger blood to replace it.
The ‘cooking’ is metaphorical.” “…Mostly metaphorical,” Long Xia added again .
“Long Xia !!.” Qin tian yelled at her and he wondered why is his sister such a troublemaker .
“What?
There’s fire involved.
That’s cooking.” Long xia said with a pout .
Tian looked between his master and his sister.
Then he sighed.
“Fine.
But I’m keeping my clothes on.” Qin tian said in tone that could not be refused .
“That defeats the—” Long xia wanted to say purpose but qin tian cuts her of .
“CLOTHES.
ON.” Qin tian said again .
Lu Tianyi didn’t argue.
Given what had happened last time Tian disrobed, she was perfectly happy to let him keep his robes.
Tian climbed into the cauldron.
The interior was surprisingly comfortable—the bottom was smooth and warm, and the spiritual energy within was so dense it felt like liquid.
His master began adding ingredients: Emperor Grade Vitality Fruits by the dozen, their crimson light filling the cauldron.
“Eat these while the cauldron is active,” she instructed.
“They will help you regain your strength as your old blood is replaced.” “Yes, Master.” Qin tian nodded amd he was now ready.
The lid closed was then closed of the cauldron.
And the fire began of the cauldron and qin tian was then cooked .
Tian felt the heat immediately.
Not burning heat—refining heat.
His blood began to boil.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
The old blood in his veins turned to steam and was vented out through the cauldron’s formation arrays.
At the same time, his heart—that jade-glowing, rune-etched organ—began to pump with desperate intensity, producing new blood to replace what was lost.
He grew weak.
His body, drained of blood, began to falter he was feeling very weak as its took energy from him .
He grabbed a Vitality Fruit and bit into it.
Energy flooded his system.
His heart pumped harder.
New blood—stronger blood—filled his veins.
And then the process repeated again and again .
His heart produced even stronger blood.
He ate another fruit.
The cycle continued, each iteration producing blood that was purer, denser, more powerful than the last.
For a week, Tian remained in the cauldron.
His blood cycled through refinement after refinement.
The crimson liquid in his veins grew brighter and brighter until— It reached the Jade Blood Realm.
His blood now shone like liquid jade, pulsing with vitality.
The lid opened.
Lu Tianyi reached in and pulled him out.
“Little Tian!
Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to stop?
You could have taken breaks—” “Master.” Tian’s voice was steady despite his exhaustion.
“I feel addicted to growing stronger.” Qin tian said what he realy thought as growing stronger give the same feeling of of sex if qin tian could say it .
His master paused.
Her mismatched eyes widened hearing her disciples words as what he said next .
“I want to become powerful, Master.
Not just for myself.” He looked up at her, his expression earnest.
“I want to make your dream come true.
I want to make you happy.” Qin Tian the scumbag strikes again, knowing exactly how to fool his innocent and naive master.
Lu Tianyi’s eyes grew wet.
Her lips trembled.
Then she pulled him into her arms, burying his face in her large, soft, wonderful-smelling breasts.
“You child,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
“You are so kind.” His master was very moved hearing her disciples words.
Tian’s face was wedged between the most comfortable pillows in the realm.
‘I am kind,’ he thought.
Then he mentally reviewed the things he had done.
The people he had killed.
The women he had enslaved.
The protagonist whose golden finger he had stolen.
The fat young man he had sentenced to death by a thousand cuts.
‘…Kind is definitely not the word.’ Qin tian thought But his master didn’t need to know that.
He qin tian just enjoyed his masters beautiful brest and her warm embrace.
— Another month passed.
Tian was told to rest and recover.
He spent the time with his sisters and maids, playing games and being pampered.
Ling Xing braided his hair (with flowers, despite his protests).
Long Xia taught him wrestling moves.
Su Lan made him review profit-and-loss statements.
And then it was back into the cauldron for qin tian blood being refiend again and again .
The process took only three days this time.
His blood, already at the Jade realm, pushed past the limit.
The runes of Chaos Creation engraved themselves into every drop.
And when Tian emerged, his blood was no longer any single color.
It was multiple colors.
Gold from the Qin bloodline.
Crimson from the Zhou.
Blue from the Ling.
Amber from the Long.
Silver from the Su.
All of them swirling together in a symphony of power, unified by the grey-gold of Chaos Creation.
Chaos Creation Blood the exclusive blood of qin tian .
And his physical strength had grown to one million jin.
note: One jin is approximately one kilogram of force.
That means Qin Tian can now punch with the force of one million kilograms.
For reference, that’s roughly the weight of a small mountain.
He could literally punch a hill into dust.
At the Body Tempering Realm.
Most cultivators don’t reach this level of physical strength until the Golden Core Realm or beyond.
This is what happens when you have six Immortal Physiques, a Creation Grade technique, and an Immortal master who feeds you Emperor Grade treasures like candy.
“Master,” Tian asked, flexing his fingers, “how strong am I compared to other cultivators at my realm?” He was very curious.
Lu Tianyi had him punch an Immortal Grade training puppet—a humanoid construct designed to measure physical force.
The puppet’s chestplate displayed a number that made even the watching elders gasp in surprise.
“A Heavenly Genius,” Lu Tianyi said, her smile wide and proud.
“Few in the Primordial Realm can achieve this level of strength at the Body Tempering Realm.
And you still have the Bone Refining Realm to complete.
Your strength will grow even more.” She paused, her mismatched eyes thoughtful.
“In fact, your bone refining will be the easiest of all your training.
Your Immortal God Bones are already almost indestructible, even unawakened.
You only need to engrave the runes of your technique onto them.
They will grow stronger naturally.” And so the next month was the most relaxing of Tian’s cultivation journey.
He spent his days inscribing runes onto his bones.
The process was meditative—slow, steady, requiring concentration but not exertion.
He could do it while lying in Long Jin’s lap.
While being fed grapes by Long Rui.
While listening to his sisters gossip about which young masters from other forces were trying to court them.
“None of them are worthy of us , ” Ling Xing declared proudly.
“Absolutely not worthy to even be near us ,” Ling Yue agreed with her twin .
“They’re all so…
mediocre they disgust me ,” Zhou Lingxi added her tone is normal but how many hearts would she break if the male cultivators heard them.
“Economically inefficient also idiots ,” Su Lan concluded in her normal tone .
The other sisters stared at her with same eyes that say could you talk about anything normal in a normal tone .
“What?
A husband should be a good investment.” She said in amatter of factly .
Then she glanced at qin tian and smiled and said “our dear little brother might destroy there family’s if anyone of us agreed.
” She said with certainty.
Qin Tian just smiled and continued engraving his bones.
When he finished, his strength had grown to three million jin.
And his body felt…
complete.
The foundation was laid.
The vessel was ready to improve.
— “The time has come, Little Tian.” Lu Tianyi said to qin tian .
Lu Tianyi stood in the training compound, but she was not alone.
The immortal ancestors of all five allied clans were present.
Qin Rou, Long Shen, Zhou Yuelin, Ling Mingyue, Su Yiyan.
His five mothers.
His sisters.
His fiancées.
All of them had gathered to witness this moment.
“Today,” Lu Tianyi said, “you will awaken your Immortal Body of the Primordial Dragon.” Tian nodded.
He had been waiting for this for long time to see what his body’s will bring him as he already seen the effect of his maidens calamity body .
His mothers stepped forward.
In their hands, they carried treasures that would make even supreme forces shed tears of jelosuy .
The Immortal Grade Dragon Awakening Fruit—a fruit that grew only once every million years from the ancestral tree of the Long Dynasty.
And with it, dozens of other Immortal Grade fruits and herbs, each one priceless beyond measure.
“We did this when you were born,” Su Meiyao said, her black-hole eyes soft.
“Now we do it again.” She said in gentle tone .
She summoned the Supreme Creation Cauldron—ranked 12th among all Immortal Grade Dao Treasures.
The ingredients were added one by one.
The flames of violet and gold roared to life.
The air grew thick with concentrated Dao essence.
A few hours later, the lid opened, and a single pill floated out.
It was the size of a thumb, its surface swirling with colors that shifted like an aurora—gold and crimson and amber and blue and silver.
“Eat it little tian ,” Qin Mei said, pressing the pill into her son’s hand and told him to eat it .
Qin Tian swallowed it without hesitation and he wanted see what would happened.
And he felt inside his body the world exploded.
Energy—vast, primal, dragon—surged through his body.
It was not spiritual energy.
It was something older.
Something that had existed before the concept of “dragon” had been defined.
It flooded his meridians, his organs, his blood, his bones.
It sank into every cell and demanded transformation.
Tian opened his mouth.
And a roar emerged from his mouth .
It was not a human roar.
It was the roar of the Primordial Dragon Ancestor—the same roar that had slaughtered dozens of Great Emperors in the vision of his birth.
It shook the training compound.
It rattled the immortal-grade formations.
It echoed through the Qin family’s territory like a declaration of sovereignty.
An aura shot upward—a pillar of golden light that should have pierced the heavens.
But the ancestors were prepared.
The formations held.
The light was contained.
And Tian began to change his body began to change and evolve.
The baby fat on his face—the last vestige of childhood—melted away.
His features sharpened into the chiseled lines of a young god.
His jaw firmed.
His cheekbones rose.
His eyes, already beautiful, became weapons of mass seduction.
He grew taller.
His spine stretched.
His shoulders broadened.
His limbs lengthened.
In the span of heartbeats, the adorable little boy who had charmed the realm transformed into a man—no, a dragon in human form.
Two horns emerged from his temples.
They were not the white horns of Long Jin or the purple horns of Long Rui.
They were the color of Chaos Creation Qi—grey-gold and shimmering with primordial light.
They curved back majestically, like a crown of ancient sovereignty.
And from his back, wings unfurled.
Massive, majestic wings of the same grey-gold color, their membranes thin as silk and strong as immortal steel.
They spread wide, catching the light, and for a moment, Tian looked like a divine being descended from the heavens.
When the transformation ended, Tian stood six feet tall.
His body was not bulky like a bodybuilder’s, nor thin like a scholar’s.
It was the perfect balance of power and grace—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscles defined but not grotesque, every proportion exactly as it should be.
He looked like he had been sculpted by the gods.
He looked like a painting come to life.
He looked like the kind of man who could make women forget their own names with a single glance.
His sisters’ mouths fell open from seeing how handsome there brother now is .
“Is that…
is that our little brother?” Ling Xing whispered, her face turning crimson from shame seeing his lower body . Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
“He’s…
he’s so…” Zhou Lingxi couldn’t finish her words .
“Handsome,” Ling Yue breathed and finished Zhou Lingxi words .
“His market value has skyrocketed,” Su Lan said, her abacus forgotten in her lap.
She was also blushing .
Qin Yuxuan, ever composed, said nothing.
But her cheeks were pink she was also charmed by her younger brother .
Long Xia even had a nosebleed and she started quickly wipe it seeing her brothers new form .
Ling Xue, his goddess mother, was blushing like a maiden.
Long Yue, his dragon mother, had a small trickle of blood running from her nose.
Even the immortal ancestors—women who had lived for millions of years—were staring with expressions that were decidedly not grandmotherly.
“My little flame,” Long Biya breathed, “has become a bonfire.” Seeing him see was also charmed as his dragon form is very deadly for dragon woman.
as any woman of the havenly beast race if they saw qin tian now would wanted nothing more but to mate with him as the aura he gave out .
Tian looked down at himself.
His robes, once loose, were now tight around his shoulders and short at his ankles.
He flexed his hands, feeling the power coursing through him.
His physical strength had grown to ten million jin.
He could crush a small mountain with his bare fist.
He could kill a Golden Core cultivator with a single punch.
‘This is…
incredible,’ qin tian thought.
[The Immortal Body of the Primordial Dragon has been awakened.
The Host’s physical capabilities have reached the theoretical limit of the Body Tempering Realm in the Primordial Realm.
No cultivator in history has achieved greater physical strength at this stage.] “Big sisters,” Tian said, his voice deeper now—a smooth masculine voice that made the women shiver, “do you have any adult clothes?” His sisters scrambled to find robes that would fit his new frame.
When they finally dressed him, he turned to his master.
“Master, I don’t think I can increase my strength anymore in this realm.
I’ve hit a limit.” Qin tian said to his master .
Lu Tianyi nodded.
“You have reached the ceiling.
Now…” She produced a pill—a single pill that radiated an aura so powerful it made the air vibrate.
“It is time for the Foundation Realm.” The Immortal Grade Foundation Establishment Pill.
The highest grade possible.
A treasure that could drive Great Emperors to war.
His master began to explain.
“The Foundation Establishment Realm—also called the Spiritual Sea Realm—has four levels.
Low level, mid level, high level, and perfection grade.
But more importantly, there are grades of foundation.” She raised a finger.
“The highest is Immortal Grade.
Like a vast ocean—spiritual energy so deep and wide it is almost endless.
Below that is Heavenly Dao Grade—like a small ocean.
Still massive, but it can eventually run out, unlike Immortal Grade.” “Then Earth Grade—like a big lake.
Profound Grade—a medium lake.
Top Grade—a small lake.
High Grade—a big pond.
Medium Grade—a medium pond.
And Low Grade—a small pond.” “The foundation determines your future.
The higher the grade, the more spiritual energy you can store, the faster you can recover, the stronger your techniques will be.
A cultivator with a Low Grade foundation can never reach the Great Emperor realm.
A cultivator with an Immortal Grade foundation…” She smiled.
“Can reach anywhere.” “Are you ready, Little Tian?” She asked.
Tian took a deep breath.
Then he nodded.
“Yes, Master.” He had already learned to control his new body.
The dragon wings and horns and tail could be hidden at will, retracted into his body as if they had never existed.
His dragon family was disappointed—they wanted to see those beautiful wings—but they understood.
Tian swallowed the pill and inside his body .
Spiritual energy—vast beyond comprehension—flooded his dantian.
The pill dissolved into pure power, and Tian’s cultivation technique roared to life.
His mothers, anticipating the need, began dropping mountains of Top Grade Spirit Stones around him.
The stones were devoured instantly, their energy pulled into the vortex of Tian’s breakthrough.
Liquid spiritual energy surrounded him in a cocoon of light.
The Chaos Creation Sutra guided the energy, shaped it, refined it.
And in the depths of his dantian, a sea began to form.
Not a pond.
Not a lake.
An ocean a very vast ocean.
Vast.
Boundless.
Almost infinite.
The waters were not blue but grey-gold—Chaos Creation Liquid, condensed from the Chaos Creation Qi that only he could produce.
Every drop contained more power than a normal cultivator’s entire spiritual sea.
Tian’s divine sense—newly awakened—swept through his body.
He could see everything now.
The jade organs glowing with runes.
The multicolored blood flowing through his veins.
The immortal kidneys pulsing with gold and purple light.
The dragon bones, etched with Chaos Creation runes.
And at the center of it all, the ocean.
His spiritual ocean.
Immortal Grade Spiritual Sea.
He opened his eyes and looked around .
And then the system spoke.
— [DING!] [The Host has successfully entered the Foundation Establishment Realm with an Immortal Grade Spiritual Sea.
Congratulations, Host.] ‘Thank you, System.’ Qin said with a smile .
[Additionally…] The system’s voice shifted.
It became lower.
Huskier.
A seductive purr that made Tian’s spine tingle.
[The Host’s body has fully matured.
The Immortal Body of the Primordial Dragon has accelerated the Host’s physical development to adulthood.
The Host can now engage in…
all activities…
without any risk or limitation.] Tian’s mind went blank.
Then it went very, very active.
‘…System.
Are you saying what I think you’re saying?’ Qin said with excitement.
[Yes, Host.
You can now have sex.
Freely.
Without restriction.
With anyone you choose.] ‘System.’ Tian’s mental voice was serious.
‘You have a misunderstanding about me.
I am clearly a righteous young master.
I would never—’ [Yes, yes.
The Host is a saint.] The system’s voice was absolutely dripping with sarcasm.
‘I AM a saint!’ Qin tian said proudly.
[The Host who has groped approximately eight hundred women in the past year alone.
That Host.
A saint.] ‘…Those were scientific measurements.’ Qik said with a blush seeing his lies exposed.
[The Host measured rear-end softness.
For science.] ‘Exactly!’ Qin tian sad without any shame .
The system laughed—a rich, honeyed sound.
[Go, Host.
Your maids are waiting.] Tian turned to his master and mothers.
His expression was calm.
Dignified.
The picture of a young cultivator who had just achieved a breakthrough and wished to meditate on his gains.
“Master.
Mothers.
I will return to my palace to…
stabilize my cultivation.” Qin tian said .
Before anyone could respond, he was gone.
His sisters stared at the spot where he had been standing.
Their little brother—who had been adorable and cute and huggable—had transformed into a devastatingly handsome man.
And now he was heading to his palace.
Where his beautiful maids were waiting.
“Did he just…” Ling Xing started.
“He did,” Zhou Lingxi confirmed.
“Should we…” Ling Yue hesitated.
“Follow him?” Long Xia suggested.
“Absolutely not,” Qin Yuxuan said firmly.
But her cheeks were still pink.
Su Lan was already calculating something on her abacus.
“Based on his rate of growth and physical development, I estimate the first child will arrive within—” “SU LAN!” the sisters shouted in unison.
“What?
It’s important data.” Su Lan said like it’s normal , but there is also a blush on her face .
— Tian burst into his palace.
His heart was pounding.
His blood was singing.
The dragon within him was roaring with desire.
Long Jin and Long Rui looked up in surprise.
Their eyes widened as they took in his new form—the height, the shoulders, the face, the horns that could appear and disappear at will.
“Young Master!
You’ve—you’re—” “Handsome ,” Long Rui said with a blush .
Tian smiled.
It was a predator’s smile.
“Ladies.
I believe I promised you something when I grew older.” The maids’ faces flushed crimson.
“I’m older now.” [The Host is a saint.] ‘Shut up, System.’ [The Host is a VERY righteous young master.] ‘I will spend all my points on useless skills.’ [The Host is the most virtuous cultivator in the Primordial Realm.
This system is in awe.] Tian ignored the system’s teasing and stepped forward.
The maids backed away playfully, their eyes sparkling with anticipation and nervousness and desire.
“Young Master, what are you—ah!” He caught Long Jin around the waist and pulled her against his chest.
She was tall for a woman, but he was taller now.
Her golden hair spilled over his arm.
Her blue eyes looked up at him with breathless anticipation.
“I’ve waited years for this,” Tian murmured, his voice a low rumble.
“You’re not getting away tonight.” Long Jin’s blush spread down her neck.
“…We weren’t planning to run, Young Master.” Long Rui pressed against his back, her purple dragon horns brushing his shoulder.
“We’ve been waiting too.” “And the other maids?” “Waiting in your chambers,” Long Rui said, her husky voice warm against his ear.
“All of them.” Tian’s smile widened and he went in there with them in the chambers .
— END OF CHAPTER 18