The newly born Blood Silver Forest was a world of silent, profound reverence. The crimson light filtering through the canopy painted everything in a soft, regal glow. Zhang Tian stood in the central clearing, the very air humming with the power that now resided within him, a power that was both his and an extension of the millions of loyal subjects that surrounded him.
Ah Yin approached him, her movements a liquid, hypnotic grace. She came to a stop before him, her crimson eyes shining with a mixture of pride, curiosity, and a deep, possessive love that made his own heart stir.
"Well, my Emperor," she began, her voice a low, teasing purr that vibrated in the quiet air. "The transformation was… magnificent. More than I could have ever hoped for. Tell me, how strong are you now? What has my clan's sacrifice granted you?"
Zhang Tian looked down at his hands, clenching them into fists, feeling the immense, consolidated power thrumming just beneath his skin. A slow, confident smile spread across his impossibly handsome face.
"The spirit ring, the blood essence, the faith of an entire clan…" he murmured, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction. "The gains were… substantial." He met her gaze, his own blue eyes, now tinged with a faint, mesmerizing red, holding a light of pure, unadulterated power.
"I am a Level 46 Spirit Ancestor now."
The words hung in the air, simple yet staggering. Ah Yin's breath hitched, and a brilliant, happy laugh escaped her lips. Six full levels in a single step. It was a miracle, a testament to the path they had chosen.
The next day was dedicated to understanding this new, profound power. It was a day of discovery, with Ah Yin as his patient, knowledgeable guide.
"The Blood Silver Domain is now truly yours," she explained as they stood in the clearing, a thousand crimson vines rising from the ground around them, swaying in a silent, coordinated dance at his command. "Before, you were borrowing my authority. Now, it is an innate part of your spirit. You do not need to think to use it; you simply need to be."
He tested the limits of his new domain. He focused his will, and the world shifted. He was no longer just seeing the clearing through his own eyes. He was seeing it from a thousand different perspectives at once. He could see the intricate patterns on a beetle's back from a blade of grass a kilometer away. He could hear the faint, distant call of a bird from a vine that had climbed the highest peak of the surrounding mountains.
He practiced the camouflage, a simple thought causing the crimson grass around him to weave a perfect, seamless cloak that rendered him completely invisible, his aura melting into the background hum of the forest. He drew upon the collective energy of his subjects, feeling a warm, vital stream of life force and spirit power flow into him, a near-limitless reservoir that could replenish him in the heat of battle.
This was true power. Absolute control.
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the crimson forest in shades of bruised purple and orange, Ah Yin moved.
He was in the middle of practicing his newly acquired Blood Silver Overlord Spear, a massive, twenty-meter-long weapon of consolidated crimson grass hovering menacingly in the air before him. He was so focused, so lost in the feeling of this new, devastating power, that he didn't sense her approach until she was right behind him.
Her arms snaked around his waist from behind, her magnificent, soft body pressing against his back. He felt the full, heavy weight of her magnificent breasts against his shoulder blades, a sensation so intoxicating it almost broke his concentration.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her warm breath ghosting across his skin, her lips brushing against his ear.
"Mmm… so strong," she purred, her voice a low, husky whisper filled with a raw, undeniable desire. "I have fulfilled my promise, my love. I have made you the Emperor of my clan. I have given you my people, my home, my loyalty."
She tightened her embrace, her hips giving a subtle, sinuous grind against his ass. "Now… isn't it time you rewarded your Empress?"
Her voice dropped even lower, a breathy, desperate plea that sent a jolt of pure, white-hot lust straight to his groin. "Take me, Zhang Tian. Please. I can't wait any longer. I want you. I want your hard dick deep inside my drenched, waiting pussy. Reward me. Make me your woman. Now."
The Overlord Spear wavered, its form flickering as his concentration shattered. He was a man, not a saint. The temptation was a physical thing, a raging fire that threatened to consume his last vestiges of rational thought. The feel of her body, the raw hunger in her voice… it was almost too much to bear.
But then, an image flashed in his mind. The image of a different girl, with bright, sparkling eyes and a pouty, adorable smile. Ning Rongrong.
With a groan that was a mixture of agony and desire, he forced himself to move. He gently disentangled her arms from around him and stepped away, putting a few precious inches of space between their bodies. He turned to face her, his own expression a mask of strained control.
Her face fell, a look of profound, heartbreaking disappointment in her crimson eyes. "You… you don't want me?"
He reached out and gently cupped her beautiful face, his thumbs stroking her soft cheeks. "Ah Yin," he said, his voice soft, but firm. "You know I want you. More than you can possibly imagine. But… you also know why I am saving my first time."
He let out a soft sigh. "I have been so intimate with you, with Zhuqing. We have shared so much. But Rongrong… I have neglected her in that way. I have held her hand, I have kissed her cheek, but I have not given her the same passion, the same intimacy. It isn't fair to her."
He looked her directly in the eye, his own gaze filled with a sincere, unwavering conviction. "I want to make it up to her. I want to share that special 'first' with her. It is the least I can do for the girl who has given me so much, who has trusted me so completely."
Ah Yin stared at him for a long, silent moment. The hurt in her eyes slowly faded, replaced by a deep, profound understanding, and a love that was so intense it was almost painful. He wasn't rejecting her. He was being… honorable. It was a quality she had once thought she'd found in another man, only to be bitterly disappointed. But in Zhang Tian, it was real.
A dramatic, theatrical pout formed on her plump lips. "Hmph. So I have to wait? For who knows how long?" she complained, though there was no real heat in her voice. She crossed her arms under her magnificent breasts, a gesture that only served to push them up, making them look even larger, even more tempting.
A mischievous, predatory glint then entered her crimson eyes. She took a step closer, her hips swaying with a natural, hypnotic rhythm. "Very well, my honorable Emperor. I understand your reasoning. But you should know…" she reached out and trailed a single, slender finger down his chest, her touch a line of fire on his skin, "…I will not stop trying to tempt you."
She looked up at him through her long, dark eyelashes, a picture of pure, unadulterated seduction. "If you fall to my temptations before you get to your little princess… well, you will only have your own lack of self-control to blame. You cannot blame me."
Zhang Tian just chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. He caught her hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. "Try your best, my Empress," he said calmly. "It won't happen."
With the playful challenge set, he shifted the topic to more strategic matters. "Ah Yin, what of the twelve we created in the Sunset Forest? The sentient ones. Can you sense their condition? How are they doing?"
Ah Yin's expression turned more serious as she focused inward, trying to extend her senses. After a moment, she shook her head. "No. From this distance, I cannot feel them. The world is too vast, the spiritual energy too chaotic. We would need to be at least within the borders of the Heaven Dou Empire, perhaps even closer to the Sunset Forest itself, for me to re-establish a clear connection."
Zhang Tian nodded. 'That's natural. The distance is too great.'
He looked out over their new, crimson kingdom, a thoughtful, calculating light in his eyes. "We need to move this forest, Ah Yin. All of it. We are not safe here."
The mention of safety brought a cold, hard look to Ah Yin's face. "What do you mean?"
"Your husband," Zhang Tian said, the words sharp and direct. "Tang Hao. He knows the approximate location of this valley. And that imposter in your son's body… he carries half of your imperial bloodline. It is possible that he may be able to sense the location of his 'ancestral home' if Tang Hao brings him close to this location. We cannot risk them finding this place."
At the mention of her hateful ex-husband and the creature that wore her son's face, Ah Yin's beautiful features twisted into a mask of pure, cold disgust. "You are right," she said, her voice a low, venomous hiss. "They will not defile this place with their presence. We will move. But where? Where could we possibly hide an entire forest?"
Zhang Tian smiled, a slow, confident expression. "I know the perfect place," he said. "A place protected by a natural poison array so potent that even a Titled Douluo would not dare to enter without an invitation. A place where the energies of the world are so rich that our clan will thrive and grow at an unimaginable rate."
He met her curious gaze. "We will take our new home to the valley of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. We will plant our roots in the garden of our new ally, Dugu Bo."
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The journey back to Heaven Dou City began in a slow, luxurious crawl. The carriage, a masterpiece of comfort and stability, glided along the uneven country roads, its interior a quiet sanctuary of velvet and polished wood.
Inside, Zhang Tian sat with a relaxed posture, his eyes closed in light meditation. Ah Yin, however, was a picture of restless energy. She shifted on the plush seat opposite him, then peeked through the silk curtains.
"Are you sure this is working?" she asked, her voice a low, excited whisper.
"Patience, my Empress," Zhang Tian murmured without opening his eyes. "The King knows what he is doing."
As if on cue, Ah Yin felt a faint, deep tremor through the floor of the carriage. It wasn't an earthquake, but a slow, rhythmic, and impossibly powerful movement that seemed to emanate from the very bedrock of the continent.
She pressed her face against the window again, her crimson eyes wide with awe. Behind them, a bizarre and magnificent spectacle was unfolding. The landscape itself was moving.
A silent, crimson tide, a vast, rolling sea of Blood Silver Grass, was following them. The forest was not being left behind; it was migrating.
'The sensation is… strange, my Emperor, my Empress,' a deep, resonant voice echoed in their minds. It was the Blood Silver King, his consciousness a calm, powerful presence. 'To move my entire body, to carry all of our subjects through the earth… it is a power I never dreamed I would possess.'
The eighty-five-thousand-year-old spirit beast, now a King in truth, was a marvel of nature. His colossal body, a mountain of interwoven crimson vines, was moving deep beneath the earth's surface, his vast root system dragging the soil and the millions of Blood Silver Grass subjects along with it.
'I am eternally grateful for this evolution,' the King's voice continued, filled with a profound, unwavering loyalty. 'The power of devouring, of corruption, the faint echo of your domain that you have gifted me… I will use it all to serve you both, for all eternity.'
Ah Yin smiled, a warmth spreading through her chest. "You are a good and loyal subject," she projected back.
The two-week journey passed in a blur of this strange, silent migration and the quiet, simmering intimacy between the two lovers. They arrived at the gates of Heaven Dou City in the late afternoon. The Blood Silver King halted its advance miles from the city walls, concealing the entire forest in a deep, unremarkable basin, cloaking it with a powerful illusion.
"It is time for my disguise," Ah Yin said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
She stood up in the carriage, and with a thought, her magnificent crimson dress flowed and reshaped itself. It became a simple, yet elegant, maid's uniform of black and white, the fabric hugging her breathtaking curves in a way that was far more demure, yet somehow, almost more provocative.
She performed a perfect, graceful curtsy. "How may I serve you today, Master?" she asked, her voice a perfect imitation of a subservient maid, though the teasing sparkle in her eyes betrayed her true intent.
Zhang Tian just chuckled, shaking his head. "You are going to be insufferable, aren't you?"
"Oh, I do hope so, Master," she purred, batting her eyelashes. "It would be inappropriate for others to know of my true identity as your lover, wouldn't it? A simple maid is the perfect cover."
They proceeded directly to the affluent district that housed the city's great powers, their destination the imposing, yet strangely quiet, mansion of the Poison Douluo.
Zhang Tian stepped up to the heavy, carved wooden door and knocked.
After a moment, the door swung open. A young woman stood there, her beauty as sharp and dangerous as a drawn blade. She had long, dark green hair and piercing eyes. She looked at Zhang Tian, and for a moment, she was simply a young woman, confused by the impossibly handsome stranger at her door. A faint, involuntary blush rose to her cheeks.
"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice cool but not unkind.
"Good day, miss," Zhang Tian said, his voice a polite, respectful baritone. He gave a slight bow. "My name is Zhang Tian. I am here to see Senior Dugu Bo on an important matter. Would you be so kind as to inform him of my arrival?"
The moment he said his name, Dugu Yan's expression shifted. The initial confusion and faint attraction vanished, replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated shock, which quickly morphed into a deep, profound reverence.
"Zhang… Tian?" she breathed, her eyes wide. "You're him? The one my grandfather…"
She stopped herself, realizing her breach of etiquette. She immediately performed a deep, formal bow, her earlier coolness completely gone. "Forgive my rudeness, Mister Zhang Tian! Of course! Please, come in! My grandfather has told me that you are the most honored guest of our family!"
She stepped aside, holding the door open. Her grandfather had spoken of this boy endlessly for the past month. The genius alchemist who had not only cured him of his lifelong poison but had gifted them both with a path to ultimate power. The Earth Dragon Golden Melon she had consumed had transformed her, evolving her Jade Phosphorus Serpent into a true, powerful Jade Phosphorus Dragon, elevating her potential beyond anything she had ever dreamed of.
"Please, come in, come in," she said, her voice now filled with a warm, genuine welcome.
Zhang Tian nodded graciously and stepped inside, Ah Yin following a step behind him, her head bowed in the perfect posture of a dutiful maid.
Dugu Yan led them through a spacious, sparsely decorated hall into a comfortable living area. "Please, sit, Mister Zhang Tian," she said, gesturing to a large, plush sofa. She then glanced at Ah Yin. "And you as well, miss."
"Thank you for your kindness, miss," Ah Yin said, her voice soft and demure. "But my place is to simply stand by my Master's side." She remained standing, her hands clasped before her.
Dugu Yan looked from the beautiful, subservient maid to the calm young man on the sofa and wisely chose not to press the issue. "I will inform my grandfather of your arrival immediately. Please, make yourself comfortable."
She hurried off, her footsteps echoing in the quiet mansion.
Minutes later, a booming, joyous laugh preceded the man himself. Dugu Bo strode into the room, his entire demeanor a world away from the cold, withered figure Zhang Tian had first met. He was vibrant, his black hair lustrous, his golden eyes shining with a powerful, happy light.
"Hahaha! Zhang Tian, my boy! I was wondering when you'd show yourself again!" he declared, clapping Zhang Tian on the shoulder with a force that would have sent a normal man flying.
Zhang Tian took the blow without flinching. "It is good to see you looking so well, Senior Dugu."
"Well? I feel magnificent!" Dugu Bo boomed. "That book you gave me… it's a treasure beyond measure! I've spent the last month devouring its knowledge. The wisdom of the Breaking Clan… it's truly profound! I finally understand the true nature of the herbs in my garden!"
He grinned, a wide, almost feral expression of pure joy. "I am eternally in your debt, boy. Choosing that Earth Dragon Golden Melon for me and my Yan Yan… it was a stroke of genius. You have given us a new life."
He sat opposite Zhang Tian, his golden eyes gleaming with a fierce, protective loyalty. "Now, tell me. Why have you come? Do you need something? Is there someone you need me to kill? Just say the word. Or do you require more of those immortal herbs? You can take any herb you want from there."
Zhang Tian smiled, a calm, placid expression that was a stark contrast to the Poison Douluo's manic energy. He slowly shook his head.
"My request is much simpler than that, Senior Dugu," he said, his voice even. "I do not need you to kill anyone, nor do I require more herbs at this time."
He leaned forward slightly, his blue eyes meeting the Douluo's golden gaze.
"I have come today simply because I wish to plant a few plants in your medicinal garden."
He paused, letting the simple, bizarre request hang in the air.
"This is all because the unique environment of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well causes plants to grow at a vastly accelerated rate. At least ten times faster than normal, perhaps even more. It is… the perfect nursery."
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A/N: Check out my other novels like "Harem Master: Seduction System" and the "Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist" and I hope you like this story and those stories as well.
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