The subterranean chamber beneath Zhang Tian's sprawling mansion was bathed in a permanent, pulsating crimson twilight. The walls, completely coated in thick, living layers of Blood Silver Grass, hummed with a quiet, ancient vitality. For the past few weeks, this hidden sanctuary had served as both a gilded cage and a highly specialized cultivation environment.
In the center of the room, Xiao Wu sat cross-legged on a polished stone dais. Her delicate features were pale, yet a faint, healthy pink flush returned to her cheeks, a direct result of the intense, forced nourishment she had been receiving. She wore simple, clean garments provided by the automated vines, her long white rabbit ears drooping slightly as she focused entirely on the internal circulation of her energy.
Zhang Tian stood a few paces away, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His icy blue eyes watched her with the clinical, detached precision of a master alchemist observing a rare reaction. Beside him stood Ah Yin, her crimson blood-colored hair cascading down her back, her presence projecting a calm, maternal authority.
For the past three weeks, Zhang Tian had ordered the sentient vines to feed Xiao Wu highly concentrated, specialized extracts. These glowing red liquid droplets were drawn directly from the purest essence of his Blood Silver Emperor and Ah Yin's Blood Silver Empress spirits. Because their martial spirits had previously absorbed a vast array of peerless Immortal Herbs, these extracts were liquid miracles. They contained no impurities, offering a direct, explosive boost to a Spirit Master's foundational energy.
Naturally, Zhang Tian and Ah Yin strictly controlled the precise dosage of these extracts. The liquid was engineered solely to force her cultivation forward, stripping away any other physical or mental advantages the Immortal Herbs might usually bestow, as Xiao Wu was still a defiant captive and not his devoted woman.
The intense nourishment had finally shattered her internal bottleneck.
A sudden, powerful ripple of spirit power erupted from Xiao Wu's slender body. The ambient air in the dungeon grew heavy. She had finally breached the threshold, reaching Level 40.
"It is beginning," Zhang Tian murmured, his voice a low, smooth baritone in the quiet chamber.
He channeled his spirit power toward his optical nerves. A brilliant, mesmerizing purple glow ignited within his pupils as he activated the Purple Demon Eyes technique. His vision instantly transcended the physical realm, allowing him to perceive the microscopic, intricate flow of spiritual energy coursing through her meridians and radiating into the air.
Xiao Wu's eyes remained tightly shut. She did not need to hunt a spirit beast. She was a hundred-thousand-year transformed spirit beast, and the laws of the world granted her the unique ability to forge her own path. A dazzling, soft pink light began to leak from her pores, swirling around her seated form like a protective cocoon.
Zhang Tian watched intently. Through the lens of the Purple Demon Eyes, he saw the raw, untamed energy rising from the very depths of her being. It was not drawing upon ambient atmospheric power; the energy was entirely self-contained, pouring out from a hidden, condensed point near her heart.
The pink light intensified, slowly shifting into a brilliant, unyielding golden hue. The energy swirled above her head, spinning faster and faster until the chaotic particles began to align, weaving together to form a solid, tangible structure. A beautiful, profound purple Spirit Ring snapped into existence, hovering gently before slowly descending to encircle her waist.
"She has done it," Ah Yin stated softly, a hint of ancient nostalgia in her voice. "The fourth ring is formed."
Xiao Wu slowly opened her pink eyes, her chest heaving as she stabilized her new cultivation. She did not look at Zhang Tian with defiance; she was merely exhausted.
"Golden Paragon Body," Xiao Wu whispered into the silence, stating the name of her newly condensed ability. It was a terrifying defensive technique that granted her absolute, unshakeable physical invulnerability for three full seconds, an ability drawn directly from her ancient bloodline.
Zhang Tian did not care about the defensive properties of the rabbit's new ring. His brilliant mind was entirely consumed by the mechanics he had just witnessed. He had finally pierced the veil of one of the world's greatest mysteries. He understood the fundamental working of how a Self-Condensed Spirit Ring was forged.
"The raw energy she used was entirely, flawlessly compatible with her own martial spirit," Zhang Tian observed aloud, his purple-glowing eyes tracing the lingering energy signatures. "There was no rejection, no lingering resentment to suppress. The ability that condensed was drawn directly from the origin of her martial spirit and her inherent attributes."
Ah Yin nodded, stepping closer to him. "You see clearly, My Lord. This phenomenon is strictly tied to the origin of the martial spirit and the profound cultivation of our kind."
She raised her elegant hand, a small, glowing crimson seed forming in her palm to serve as a visual aid. "This is because of the Spirit Core. When spirit beasts survive the heavenly tribulations and successfully transform into entities of a hundred thousand years, we condense a Spirit Core within our bodies. It is an absolute reservoir of our lifetime of cultivation."
Ah Yin let the seed dissolve back into her skin. "When we choose to transform into a human form, that specific Spirit Core is retained. The energy required for the Self-Condensing Spirit Ring is drawn directly from that core. It is due to this exact reason that our kind can progress smoothly without hunting. And it is also why, after a transformed spirit beast reaches the Spirit Saint realm at Level 70, the energy of the Spirit Core from our beast days is entirely exhausted. Once the core is drained to form the seventh ring, our auras become flawlessly human, ensuring that not even a Limit Douluo can see through our disguise."
Zhang Tian's eyes narrowed in profound thought. "So, with a stronger mental energy, the transformed beast could even actively choose which specific ability they would condense from their own origin, selecting from a vast pool of genetic traits."
"Precisely," Ah Yin agreed. "The bloodline is a vast library. The Spirit Core is the ink, and mental focus is the brush."
Zhang Tian began to pace the length of the dungeon, his mind operating at terrifying speeds. The implications of this revelation were world-shattering.
"This means," Zhang Tian deduced, his voice carrying a thrill of discovery, "that any martial spirit itself inherently possesses many hidden sets of abilities along with its elemental attribute. Through these hidden traits, spirit abilities can theoretically be condensed even without hunting for a spirit ring of any external spirit beast. The fundamental requirement is that the origin of the martial spirit must be highly stimulated."
He stopped, turning to face Ah Yin. "For this stimulation, I could attempt to forge highly advanced spirit tools. Devices designed to mimic the frequency of a heavenly tribulation to awaken the dormant traits within a human's martial spirit."
He held up a second finger. "The second, and far more troublesome problem, is the fuel. A human does not possess a Spirit Core. I must find a way to gather or synthesize the sheer, massive volume of pure energy required for the actual condensation of the spirit ring."
He raised a third finger, a dark, ambitious smile spreading across his face. "And thirdly... versatility. If a human wishes to condense a spirit ability that is entirely different from the ones inherently possessed by their own natural martial spirit, they would need an external genetic blueprint. I would have to gather all types of bloodlines, harvesting the essence of countless spirit beasts of different origins and types to create a vast, cataloged databank. Then, using the specialized spirit tool as a conduit, an individual could actively choose a unique spirit ability that is not originally possessed by their own bloodline."
It was a blueprint for absolute revolution. If he succeeded, the reliance on hunting spirit beasts would become obsolete, and he alone would control the distribution of power across the entire continent.
"Your vision pierces the heavens, My Lord," Ah Yin praised him, her crimson eyes filled with absolute, unyielding devotion. "It will require an ocean of resources and years of painstaking testing, but I have no doubt you will conquer this mystery."
Zhang Tian looked back at Xiao Wu, who was staring at the floor, deliberately ignoring their conversation. She was a vital piece of the puzzle, a living, breathing subject that would endure countless non-lethal extractions to fuel his grand design.
"Keep her fed, Yin," Zhang Tian ordered, turning on his heel. "We have much work to do."
Leaving the bloody twilight of the dungeon behind, Zhang Tian ascended the spiral staircase, emerging into the bright, opulent halls of his mansion. While he delved into the profound theories of spirit manipulation, the rest of his vast household was far from idle. The sprawling estate had transformed into a private, rigorous training ground for the continent's most exceptional talents.
Stepping out onto the sun-drenched, manicured lawns of the eastern gardens, Zhang Tian found Ning Rongrong deep in practice.
The princess of the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect was no longer the fragile, strictly supportive Spirit Master she had once been. Dressed in a sleek, form-fitting combat suit of cyan and gold, she stood in the center of a wide, reinforced stone courtyard. Sweat glistened on her fair forehead, her breathing measured and focused.
She raised both of her hands, her palms facing a massive, thick steel target dummy positioned fifty meters away.
"Concentrate the flow, Rongrong," Zhang Tian instructed, walking casually toward her. "Do not let the attributes bleed into the atmosphere. The Nine Colored Spirit Power is a force of absolute creation and destruction. Bind it tightly."
Ning Rongrong nodded, her cyan eyes narrowed in absolute concentration. Having already completely mastered her Nine Colored Spirit Power and its myriad of support-type attributes, she had successfully evolved her combat style. She had previously mastered the Spiral Sphere, a dense, rotating ball of sheer kinetic force. But now, she was practicing a devastating, ranged attack that Zhang Tian was personally teaching her.
He had drawn inspiration from a legendary, destructive beam attack from his past life, though he naturally kept the true origin of the concept a strict secret. She was incredibly fascinated by the mechanics of the attack, recognizing its potential. It was a technique strong enough that its destructive output would keep growing exponentially stronger as her Spirit Power rank naturally rose.
Between Ning Rongrong's pale palms, a sphere of brilliant, nine-colored light began to rapidly condense. The energy swirled and compressed, whining with a high-pitched, volatile frequency that made the surrounding air vibrate.
"Align your meridians," Zhang Tian murmured, stepping directly behind her. He placed his large hands firmly upon her waist, adjusting her stance slightly to ensure she could perfectly absorb the massive recoil of the blast. "Now. Release."
Ning Rongrong thrust her palms forward, her eyes blazing.
"Nine Colored Heavenly Annihilation Beam!" Ning Rongrong shouted, giving her ultimate attack a powerful, fitting name.
A massive, roaring pillar of highly concentrated, nine-colored spirit energy erupted from her hands. The beam tore across the courtyard with blinding speed, carving a deep, smoking trench into the reinforced stone flooring.
BOOM!
The beam struck the thick steel target dummy. There was no resistance. The steel instantly superheated, glowing white-hot before completely disintegrating into a shower of molten sparks and gray ash. The beam continued outward, shattering a distant stone wall before finally dissipating into the sky.
Ning Rongrong lowered her hands, her chest heaving as she stared at the sheer, apocalyptic destruction she had just unleashed. A bright, ecstatic smile broke across her beautiful face.
"Did you see that, Zhang Tian?" Ning Rongrong cheered, spinning around to throw her arms around his neck. "I completely vaporized it! I am an attack-type master now!"
"You did flawlessly, Rongrong," Zhang Tian praised her, wrapping his arms around her slender waist and lifting her slightly off the ground to kiss her cheek. "Your control is improving every single day. Soon, no enemy will dare to stand in your path."
A short distance away, in a separate, heavily warded training pavilion, a different kind of martial instruction was taking place.
Zhu Zhuqing moved with the silent, lethal grace of a phantom. She wore her sleek, black stealth suit, her massive breasts shifting slightly with her rapid movements. She was currently engaged in a high-speed, intensive sparring session with her elder sister.
Zhu Zhuyun was panting heavily, her dark hair clinging to her sweaty forehead. Despite her former status as the proud vice-captain of the Star Luo team, she was currently being completely, overwhelmingly outclassed by her younger sister.
Zhu Zhuqing was not just beating her; she was methodically teaching her elder sister a vastly superior, highly refined fighting style.
"Your footwork is too wide, elder sister," Zhu Zhuqing instructed, her voice calm and authoritative. "You are relying on raw bursts of speed, telegraphing your strikes. You must conserve your momentum. Let the shadows carry your weight."
Zhu Zhuyun nodded obediently, her demeanor entirely submissive. "Yes, Zhuqing. I understand."
"Now, focus on your Spirit Power Control," Zhu Zhuqing commanded, stepping back to demonstrate.
She raised her right hand. Drawing upon the profound teachings Zhang Tian had imparted to her, she focused her spirit power. A concentrated, rapidly rotating sphere of dense, dark spirit energy materialized in her palm. It was the Spiral Sphere attack, a technique that utilized extreme chakra rotation to grind any defense into dust.
"This requires absolute focus," Zhu Zhuqing explained, holding the roaring sphere aloft. "You must learn to control the profound Dark Attribute of our Hell Civet bloodline. Do not let the darkness act as a mere shadow; condense it into a physical, crushing weight."
Zhu Zhuqing casually thrust the Spiral Sphere into a solid block of granite resting nearby.
GRIND!
The rotating sphere drilled into the stone, the rotational force effortlessly grinding the hard granite into fine powder within seconds.
Zhu Zhuyun stared at the destructive technique with wide, respectful eyes. "It is incredible, Zhuqing. I will practice until my hands bleed to master it for our Lord."
"See that you do, elder sister," Zhu Zhuqing replied, a faint, satisfied smile touching her lips. The dynamic between them had shifted permanently. The younger sister was now the undisputed master, guiding the elder into becoming a sharper, more perfect weapon for their shared Husband.
While the fierce women of the household honed their lethal skills, a softer, more innocent scene unfolded near the tranquil, koi-filled ponds of the inner courtyards.
Jin Xi, the Golden Auspicious Beast, was diligently practicing her martial forms. She wielded the Golden Dragon Spear, the divine artifact flashing with brilliant light as she executed complex, sweeping thrusts and parries. Her golden hair danced in the breeze, and her incredibly curvaceous, voluptuous figure was highlighted by the elegant, light training garments she wore. Despite her immense, inherent physical strength, she approached the training with the earnest dedication of a novice eager to please.
After completing a particularly rigorous set of drills, she stopped, leaning the golden spear against her shoulder as she wiped a bead of sweat from her neck.
"Your form is growing sharper, Jin Xi," a warm, familiar voice called out.
Jin Xi's crimson eyes lit up with profound, innocent joy. She turned to see Zhang Tian strolling toward her along the stone path. She immediately dropped her spear and ran toward him, throwing her arms around his waist in a tight, affectionate hug.
"Zhang Tian!" Jin Xi greeted him happily, burying her face against his chest. "I was practicing the sweeps you showed me! Did I do well?"
"You did perfectly," Zhang Tian replied softly, his icy blue eyes softening as he looked down at her beautiful face.
He was always very touchy and affectionate with her, slowly acclimating the naive beast to the romantic intimacy of the human world. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand sliding down to rest upon the flare of her wide hips. He leaned down, capturing her soft lips in a sweet, lingering kiss that made her toes curl.
Jin Xi melted against him, returning the kiss with eager, clumsy enthusiasm. When he pulled back, a beautiful, rosy blush painted her cheeks. Zhang Tian's hand slowly slid up her side, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her training top to gently caress the smooth, warm skin of her midriff navel.
Jin Xi let out a soft, blissful sigh, leaning her head against his shoulder. She was innocently, entirely blissful at this relationship. She did not understand the complex, dark political webs he wove; she only knew the warmth of his touch and the safety of his presence.
"Yin!" Jin Xi suddenly called out, spotting the crimson-haired woman walking across a nearby bridge carrying a tray of refreshments. "Look, Zhang Tian says my spear forms are perfect!"
Ah Yin paused, offering the golden-haired girl a warm, maternal smile. "I am sure they are, little one. The Lord is an excellent teacher."
As the afternoon sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the estate, the daily routines of the mansion shifted. For Zhang Tian, the arrival of twilight signaled the beginning of a highly secretive, deeply passionate engagement.
Deep within the eastern wing, far away from the bustling main halls, was a heavily warded, secret chamber. The room was soundproofed by advanced spirit arrays and hidden behind a false wall that could only be opened by a specific spiritual signature.
A cloaked figure moved stealthily through the gardens, using the gathering darkness as cover. She reached the designated courtyard wall. Ah Yin was already waiting there, standing silently in the shadows.
Without a word, Ah Yin raised her hand. A cluster of thick, crimson Blood Silver Grass vines slithered across the stone wall, pulling a heavy block aside to reveal a hidden, narrow passageway.
The cloaked figure quickly slipped inside, pulling back her hood to reveal the fiery, beautiful features of Liu Erlong.
Liu Erlong breathed a sigh of relief, her heart pounding with a thrilling mixture of anxiety and intense, burning anticipation. She would come secretly like this several times a week, absolutely refusing to let any other women in his massive mansion know about her presence, other than the complicit Ah Yin. Ah Yin would always reliably help her bypass the patrols and get into the secret chamber where her young lover waited.
Liu Erlong walked down the dimly lit corridor, her pulse quickening as she approached the heavy oak door at the end. She pushed it open, stepping into the lavishly decorated, warmly lit secret bedroom.
Zhang Tian was sitting on the edge of the massive, plush bed, pouring two goblets of dark red wine. He looked up, a dark, hungry smirk spreading across his handsome face.
"You are late, Erlong," Zhang Tian chided softly, standing up to meet her.
"The academy paperwork kept me," Liu Erlong retorted, her natural, fiery dragon temper flaring for a brief second before entirely melting under his intense gaze. She walked right up to him, grabbing the lapels of his robes. "Are you going to scold me, or are you going to punish me?"
"I think a thorough punishment is in order," Zhang Tian chuckled darkly.
He didn't waste another second. He grabbed her by the waist, spinning her around and throwing her roughly onto the soft mattress. The fiery dean of the Saint Dragon Academy let out a breathless gasp, her fierce independence entirely surrendering to her profound, burning lust.
For the next several hours, the secret chamber became an arena of raw, passionate intimacy. Zhang Tian pounded her sexy, mature body relentlessly, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing loudly within the soundproofed walls. They engaged in hot, sweaty sex, shifting across the massive bed. He dominated her completely, spanking her curvaceous backside until it was bright red, reveling in the contrast between her fiery, commanding public persona and her absolute, whimpering submission beneath him. She clawed at his back, screaming his name into the pillows, hopelessly addicted to the sheer, overwhelming physical pleasure he provided.
While Zhang Tian indulged in the fiery passion of his secret lover, a vastly different, deeply frustrating struggle was occurring in a high-tower meditation room in the western wing of the estate.
Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong sat cross-legged in the center of the dark, circular room. The air was thick with a heavy, oppressive, dark purple aura. Hovering in the air directly in front of her was the terrifying, divine artifact: the Scythe of the Rakshasa God.
The massive weapon radiated a sickening, malicious energy that whispered of endless slaughter, betrayal, and absolute hatred.
Bibi Dong was working tirelessly on her Eighth Trial of the Rakshasa God. The specific requirement of this arduous trial was to establish a profound spiritual connection and gain absolute control over the divine power lingering within the Scythe itself. It required her to synchronize her soul with the artifact's malicious intent.
She poured her vast, Limit Douluo spirit power into the weapon, her brow furrowed in deep concentration. However, no matter how hard she pushed, the Scythe resisted her.
"Why won't you yield?" Bibi Dong hissed through gritted teeth, sweat beading on her forehead.
Unfortunately, she simply could not feel her divine affinity getting higher. The brutal truth was that the Rakshasa God's power was fundamentally fueled by negative emotions—by venomous hatred, profound bitterness, and a desire to destroy the world.
Bibi Dong had lost almost all of her intense, driving hatred. Her soul was no longer a barren wasteland of vengeance. Due to being so deeply infatuated with Zhang Tian, submitting to his dominance, and living happily and securely within his mansion, her heart was filled with a twisted but genuine domestic bliss. She had mended her relationship with her daughter. She felt protected and cherished. The dark, venomous fuel required to master the Scythe was simply gone.
The Scythe pulsed aggressively, actively rejecting her peaceful state of mind, pushing her spirit power away.
Bibi Dong let out a frustrated, exhausted sigh, allowing her hands to drop to her lap. The dark purple aura in the room slowly dissipated as the Scythe clattered heavily onto the stone floor, entirely unresponsive.
"I barely reached one percent affinity today," Bibi Dong murmured to herself, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
She knew that at this crawling, pathetic pace, she would need years, perhaps even decades, to successfully pass this Eighth Trial and fully master the weapon. Fortunately, unlike the earlier trials, there was absolutely no strict time limit for this stage. The gods were immortal, and they possessed endless patience.
The heavy wooden door to the meditation chamber opened softly.
Qian Renxue stepped into the room, her golden-white dress glowing softly in the dim light. She saw the heavy, divine weapon resting on the floor and the exhausted expression on her mother's beautiful face.
"Mother," Qian Renxue spoke softly, walking over to kneel beside her. "Are the trials proving difficult?"
Bibi Dong looked at her daughter, the frustration melting away to reveal a warm, genuine, maternal smile. She reached out, gently stroking Qian Renxue's soft blonde hair.
"They are stubborn, my dear Renxue," Bibi Dong admitted, her voice soft. "The divine weapon demands a darkness that I no longer possess in my heart. But it does not matter. I am in no rush to ascend to the cold heavens."
Qian Renxue leaned her head against her mother's shoulder, enjoying the peaceful, mended bond they now shared. She remained entirely, blissfully unaware of the highly intimate, degrading relationship her mother shared with the very man who owned this mansion.
"We have all the time in the world, Mother," Qian Renxue comforted her, closing her violet eyes. "We are safe here."
"Yes," Bibi Dong agreed softly, her pink eyes staring into the shadows of the room, her thoughts drifting to the red-haired master who commanded her very soul. "We are exactly where we are meant to be."
As the days turned into weeks, the sprawling mansion remained a bustling hive of relentless cultivation, secret passions, and dark, world-altering research. Everyone within the estate walls, from the captive rabbit in the dungeon to the Supreme Pontiff in the tower, was bound by the invisible, tightening threads of Zhang Tian's absolute authority, moving steadily toward a future forged entirely by his design.
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A/N: Check out my other novels [Villain: Manipulating The Heroines Into Hating The Protagonist] and [Harem Master: Seduction System].
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