The breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment realm had been smooth, almost effortless, thanks to the endless well of Qi provided by his Immortal Dantian.
But now, he needed to consolidate his realm. And for that, he needed more.
"Ruyan," he called out, his voice echoing softly in the quiet room.
A moment later, the door slid open silently. Liu Ruyan stood there, dressed in the simple white silk robes of a maid. Her long raven hair was tied back neatly, and her face was carefully blank, but her eyes held a flicker of apprehension she couldn't fully hide.
"You called, Master?" she asked, bowing low.
"Come here."
She obeyed, walking forward on silent feet until she stood before him. The scent of cold orchids and clean soap clung to her.
Tianmo opened his eyes. They were like chips of obsidian, cold and depthless. "Have you begun cultivating the Jade Heart Sutra?"
"Yes, Master," Ruyan replied, keeping her gaze lowered. "This servant has memorized the first chapter and has begun circulating Qi according to its principles."
"Show me."
Ruyan hesitated for a fraction of a second, then knelt on the floor before him. She closed her eyes, placing her hands on her knees, palms facing upward. She took a deep breath, and a faint, pale blue light began to emanate from her skin.
Tianmo watched. He could see the flow of Qi within her. It was weak, a mere trickle compared to the raging river inside him, but well, it was there.
More importantly, it was dense and pure. The Jade Heart Sutra was doing its job, gently guiding her natural Yin energy without aggravating the blockages.
But it was too slow. Far too slow.
She is a female lead, and even in three days she couldn't fully comprehend the basics.
He needed her stronger. He needed her Yin energy denser, more potent.
"Stop," he commanded.
The blue light faded. Ruyan opened her eyes, looking up at him questioningly.
"That method is insufficient," Tianmo stated flatly. He reached out and grabbed her chin, his grip firm but not painful. "Your cultivation is like a snail crawling up a mountain. I don't have that kind of patience."
Ruyan's breath hitched. "Master... I am trying my best."
"I know you are," Tianmo said, his thumb stroking her lower lip. "But your best isn't good enough. You need... motivation."
He stood up, pulling her to her feet with him. "Take off your clothes."
Ruyan's body went rigid. "M-Master? Here? Now?"
"Must I repeat myself?" Tianmo's voice dropped, a dangerous edge creeping into it.
Tears welled in Ruyan's eyes, but she blinked them back. With trembling fingers, she began to undo the ties of her robe.
The white silk slid from her shoulders, pooling at her feet like a fallen cloud. She stood before him, naked and shivering, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest.
Tianmo's gaze swept over her, a slow, predatory appraisal. Her skin was pale as moonlight, her body a symphony of soft curves and gentle slopes. The bruises from their first encounter had faded, leaving her skin flawless once more.
"Beautiful," he murmured, but the word held no warmth. It was a statement of fact, like commenting on the quality of a jade carving.
He stepped closer, his own black robes whispering against the floor. He didn't undress. He simply pushed her back until her knees hit the edge of the meditation mat.
"Kneel."
Ruyan sank to her knees, the hard floor unforgiving beneath her. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear and a terrible, unwanted anticipation.
Tianmo reached down and undid the belt of his robe, letting the heavy fabric fall open. He wasn't fully erect yet, but the sight of him, proud and imposing even in his semi-aroused state, made Ruyan's breath catch in her throat.
"Open your mouth."
Thump* Thump*
She obeyed, parting her soft cherry lips. Her heart was hammering against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of shame and dread.
Tianmo guided his long Pillar of masculinity to her lips.
"Suck."
The command was crude, brutal. He has always heard that it felt good to be sucked. He really wanted to try the mouth of the female lead.
Ruyan closed her eyes, trying to detach herself from what was happening. She was but a tool. This was her purpose.
She leaned forward, taking him into her mouth.
Ggggggg!
The taste was musky, masculine. She gagged slightly at the intrusion, her throat constricting.
"Relax your throat," Tianmo ordered, his hand tangling in her hair. "Or I will make you."
She forced herself to relax, to take him deeper. It was an unfamiliar, degrading act, but she had no choice. She moved her head slowly, tentatively, her tongue tracing the length of him.
Slurp* Shluurrrrrppp*
Tianmo watched her, his expression impassive. Her mouth was warm and her saliva was slippery, but her technique was clumsy and hesitant. It was clear she had no experience in this art.
"Use your tongue more," he commanded, his voice low and vibrating against her lips. "Swirl it around the head. And don't use your teeth. If I feel a scrape, you will be punished."
Ruyan's eyes watered, but she nodded as best she could with her mouth full. She tried to follow his instructions, her tongue dancing over the sensitive slit at the tip, tracing the thick vein that ran along the underside.
She could feel him hardening in her mouth, growing longer and thicker, stretching her jaw to its limit. The sheer size of him was terrifying. How could something so big fit inside her?
"Look at me," Tianmo growled, tightening his grip on her hair.
Ruyan forced her eyes upward, meeting his dark gaze. The humiliation burned through her, but beneath it, a strange heat was beginning to stir in her lower belly. The Nine Yin Absolute Body was reacting to his dominance, his Yang energy acting as a catalyst for her dormant desires.
"Good," he grunted, a flicker of approval crossing his face. "Now, take it deeper."
He thrust his hips forward, pushing past the resistance of her throat.
"Gack!"
Ruyan gagged, her hands flying up to his thighs to push him away, but she stopped herself. She couldn't push him away. She had to take it.
She forced her head down, swallowing around him, suppressing the urge to retch. The head of his cock breached the tightness of her throat, cutting off her air.
"Fuck... That's it," Tianmo groaned, his head falling back. The sensation of her tight throat convulsing around him was exquisite.
No wonder, rich men have few mistresses. It's only natural to seek warmth outside if your wife refuses to give it.
He began to move, fucking her face with slow, deep strokes.
Slurp! Gack! Slurp!
The lewd sounds of her sucking and gagging filled the silent room, echoing off the walls like a perverse melody. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, coating her chin and dripping onto her breasts.
Ruyan's mind was a blur of sensation. The lack of air made her dizzy, and the fullness in her throat was overwhelming.
But through it all, she felt a perverse sense of satisfaction. She was pleasing him. She was serving him.
And her body... her body was betraying her. The heat between her legs was growing unbearable, her folds slick with moisture. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to alleviate the ache, but it only made it worse.
Tianmo noticed her squirming. He smirked, pulling out of her mouth with a wet pop, leaving her gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting them.
"Look at you," he sneered, wiping her messy mouth with his thumb. "Choking on my cock has made you wet, hasn't it?"
Ruyan hung her head, her face burning with shame. "Yes... Master," she whispered, her voice hoarse.
"Stand up."
Ruyan struggled to her feet, her legs trembling. Tianmo grabbed her waist and spun her around, bending her over the edge of the bed.
How did bed come into existence?
[Soft king-size bed: 1,000 mid-grade spirit stones.]
Her ass was presented to him, round and pale, glistening with a faint sheen of sweat.
"Spread your legs."
She obeyed, exposing her most private place to his hungry gaze. Her flower was pink and swollen, dripping with arousal.
"Beautiful," Tianmo murmured. He ran a finger down her slit, collecting her juices. "So ready. You are eager to get poinched on, huh? At least your body is honest."
He positioned himself behind her, the heat of his body radiating against her back. Without warning, he grabbed her hips and aligned his throbbing length with her slick entrance.
"Brace yourself."
With a powerful thrust of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt inside her.
"AHHHHH!"
Ruyan screamed, her fingers clawing at the silk sheets of the bed. The sudden intrusion was intense, stretching her walls to their limit. It felt like a burning iron rod had been driven into her core, filling her so completely she thought she might split in two.
But the pain was quickly eclipsed by a jolt of electric pleasure that shot up her spine. Her inner walls clamped down around him instinctively, rippling and squeezing as if trying to milk him dry.
Tianmo groaned, his head falling back at the sensation of her tight, wet heat. "Fuck... You're tight as a virgin every time. That Nine Yin body is truly a treasure."
He didn't give her time to adjust. He withdrew almost entirely, leaving just the tip inside, before slamming back in with a resounding slap of flesh against flesh.
Slap!
"UNNNGH!"
Ruyan cried out, her body jerking forward with the force of his thrust. Her breasts bounced violently, rubbing against the soft fabric of the bed covers.
Tianmo set a brutal, rhythmic pace. He was like a piston, driving into her with relentless precision with great horsepower. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a lewd, wet rhythm that echoed in the quiet pavilion.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Master! Ah! Ah! Too deep! It's hitting... It's hitting my womb!" Ruyan sobbed, her voice broken by moans.
The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave crashing over her senses, drowning out her shame and dignity.
She felt like a ragdoll in his hands, completely at his mercy. He was using her, owning her, marking her insides with his essence.
And she loved it. No lie... It was the most wonderful feeling to be stretched thoroughly.
The Nine Yin Absolute Body within her was singing. Every time he thrust, his thick, Yang-infused Qi scraped against her sensitive walls, stimulating the dormant energy in her meridians. It was a dual cultivation technique in its rawest, most primal form.
"Take it all," Tianmo growled, his grip on her hips tightening bruisingly. "You are my cauldron. Your body exists to please me."
"Yes! Yes, Master! I am yours! Use me!" Ruyan screamed, the words tearing from her throat unbidden. She had lost all control. Her mind was blank, filled only with the sensation of him moving inside her.
Tianmo smirked, sweat dripping down his chest. He could feel the energy transfer beginning. The Yin Qi in her body was reacting to his dominance, surging towards the point of their union.
He reached around her body, his fingers finding the sensitive nub of her clit.
"Ah! Not there! Too... too sensitive!" Ruyan gasped, her back arching like a bow.
She was very sensitive and it felt like she was about to burst.
"Cum for me," he commanded, his fingers rubbing her clit in tight, fast circles while his hips continued their relentless assault.
The dual stimulation was too much.
"AHHHHHH! I'M COMINGGGG! MASTER, I'M—!"
"HNNNNGHHHHHH!!!"
Ruyan's body convulsed violently. Her inner walls spasmed uncontrollably, clamping down on Tianmo's cock like a vice. A massive wave of Yin energy exploded from her body, rushing into Tianmo like a dam breaking.
It was cold, freezing cold, yet it carried a strange, euphoric high.
Tianmo roared, his eyes flashing golden. The Primordial Dragon Bloodline in his veins roared to life, instantly refining the surge of Yin energy. The energy rushed through his meridians, crashing into his Dantian, and then spreading out to his limbs and bones.
Boom!
The air in the room shimmered. A vortex of spiritual energy formed around them, swirling violently.
Tianmo didn't stop. He rode out her orgasm, his thrusts becoming erratic, desperate. He was chasing his own release.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ah! Ahh! Ahhh! Mmmm..."
"Haaah, Haaah... M-mastaaaaerrrr.... Nnnn"
Ruyan's voice was a broken, breathless whine, her body twitching with every aftershock of her climax. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed face-first onto the mattress, her ass still raised in the air, completely at his mercy.
But Tianmo was far from done.
He grabbed her waist, pulling her back onto his throbbing shaft, refusing to let her escape. "Did I say you could rest?"
He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her sweat-slicked back, his hot breath ghosting over her ear. "We are cultivating and cultivation requires endurance."
He began to move again, slower this time, but with grinding, deep strokes that seemed to touch the very entrance of her soul.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
The room was filled with the lewd, wet sounds of their coupling, the air thick with the scent of sex and ozone.
"Your Yin energy is pure, but your vessel is weak," Tianmo grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. "I need to expand your capacity. I need to mold you into the perfect cauldron."
He reached down, grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her head back, arching her throat. "Look at yourself. You're a mess. A beautiful, ruined mess."
Ruyan's eyes rolled back. She could feel every inch of him, the thick veins rubbing against her sensitive walls, the flared head kissing her cervix with every thrust. It was too much, yet not enough.
The heat inside her was building again, a rising tide that threatened to drown her. The Yin energy in her dantian was churning, swirling violently like a storm in a teacup.
"Master... I can't... It's too much... I'm going to break!" she sobbed, tears streaming down her face.
"You won't break," Tianmo promised sinisterly. "You will evolve."
He released her hair and grabbed her shoulders, using them as leverage to drive into her with punishing force.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
The sound of flesh hitting flesh was deafening, a rhythmic beat that drove them both towards the edge.
Tianmo could feel his own climax approaching.
The Qi in his Dantian was spinning out of control, a golden vortex demanding release. The Primordial Dragon Bloodline was screaming for him to claim her, to mark her, to fill her with his essence.
The blessings of seven generations were hanging on his balls.
"This time Cum with me," he commanded, his voice laced with spiritual power, bypassing her ears and resonating directly with her soul.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
Ruyan's body went rigid. Her vision turned white, and her mind shattered into a million pieces of pure ecstasy.
Her inner walls clamped down on him like a vice, rippling and milking his length with desperate hunger.
"NNNNNGGGHHHH!"
Tianmo roared, his hips slamming forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go.
Throb! Throb! Throb!
His cock jerked violently inside her. A thick, hot stream of essence erupted from him, coating her insides, filling her womb to the brim.
It wasn't just semen. It was thick, dense Yang Qi, infused with the aura of the Primordial Dragon.
The moment his essence entered her body, a violent reaction occurred.
BOOM!
The Yin and Yang energies collided within her, creating a chaotic storm of spiritual power. The bed shook violently, the wooden frame groaning under the pressure.
Ruyan's eyes widened, her mouth opening in a silent scream. She could feel the energy expanding inside her, rushing through her blocked meridians like a flood breaking through a dam.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The sound of breaking glass echoed inside her body. The Yin poison that had clogged her meridians for years was being forcibly purged, shattered by the overwhelming power of Tianmo's Yang essence.
Tianmo held her tight, his arms wrapped around her waist, anchoring her to the bed as the storm raged around them. He wasn't just cumming; he was refining her.
He was using his own essence as a hammer, smashing the shackles of her crippled physique and forging her into a true cultivation vessel.
The energy rushed back out of her, flowing into Tianmo, completing the cycle.
It was a feedback loop of pleasure and power. Her Yin nourished his Yang; his Yang shattered her chains.
The vortex of spiritual energy in the room expanded, turning from white to a brilliant, blinding gold.
Tianmo's cultivation base, which had just stabilized at the Foundation Establishment realm, began to climb again.
Early Foundation... Mid Foundation... Late Foundation...
It didn't stop.
The sheer density of the Nine Yin Absolute Body's energy, combined with the refining power of the Dragon Bloodline, was a miracle drug.
ROAR!
A phantom dragon seemed to materialize behind Tianmo, coiling around the pavilion, its golden scales shimmering in the spiritual light.
With a final, guttural groan, Tianmo emptied the last of his load into her. The storm slowly subsided, the golden light fading back into the room.
They collapsed onto the bed, a tangled mess of limbs and sweat.
Ruyan was unconscious, her breathing shallow but steady. Her skin was glowing with a faint, pearlescent light, and the dark circles under her eyes were completely gone. She looked healthier, more vibrant than she had ever looked.
Tianmo lay beside her, his chest heaving. He stared up at the ceiling, a satisfied smirk on his face.
He felt incredible.
His body felt lighter, stronger. His meridians had widened, and his bones felt like they were made of steel. He had broken through to the Peak of Foundation Establishment in a single session.
"System," he thought, his mental voice calm.
[Status Update.]
[Host: Wang Tianmo]
[Cultivation: First stage of the Foundation Establishment (Peak)]
[Spirit Root: Immortal-grade (Formless)]
[Bloodline: Primordial Dragon (1.8% Unsealed)]
[Physique: Immortal Dao Body (Sealed - 0% Progress towards Awakening)]
[Meridians: 8/12 Main Meridians. 0/8 Extra Meridians - 18% awakening]
[ Supreme Dao bones- 8/268. 0% towards awakening. ]
[Assets: Infinite Spirit Stones, Direct Disciple Token.]
Tianmo turned his head to look at Ruyan.
Ruyan lay in a deep, coma-like slumber, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. Her skin now possessed a translucent, pearlescent quality that seemed to glow faintly in the dim light of the room shedding all the impurities.
She is now a normal cultivator.
Tianmo sat up, the silk sheets sliding off his toned torso. He felt no fatigue, only a boundless energy coursing through his veins.
The Peak of the First stage of the Foundation Establishment was a threshold many cultivators spent their entire lives failing to cross, yet he had breached it in a single morning of passion.
Is this what it means to be the boundless Talent?
"System," he thought silently. "Analyze Ruyan's current condition."
[Scanning... Complete.]
[Subject: Liu Ruyan]
[Status: Unconscious (Deep Recovery Sleep).]
[Physique Changes: The 'Nine Yin Absolute Body' has been partially activated. The Yin Poison blockage has been shattered. Her meridians have been widened and reinforced by Host's Yang Essence. She is currently undergoing a physiological metamorphosis.]
[Cultivation Potential: Unlocked. Estimated potential: Earth-grade+ talent if cultivated correctly.]
[Spirit root: Earth-grade Five-element chaos spirit root. ]
[Cultivation base: Second stage of Qi refining. ( Late) ]
Earth-grade spirit root? Wasn't she supposed to have First-grade spirit root?
"System, explain the discrepancy," Tianmo commanded, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the sleeping girl. "In the novel, Liu Ruyan possessed a First-grade Single Spirit Root. Why does she now have an Earth-grade Five-element root?"
[Analysis: The original plotline has been altered due to the Host's intervention. The 'Nine Yin Absolute Body' is a physique that acts as a crucible. In the original timeline, her meridians remained blocked until the Male Lead, Li Chen, used a specific Heaven-grade artifact to cleanse her. This process preserved her original aptitude.]
[However, the Host utilized the 'Primordial Dragon Yang Essence' to violently shatter the blockages. This method, while effective, caused a chaotic fusion of elements within her body. The Yin poison mutated her latent affinity, resulting in a 'Five-element Chaos Root'. While technically Earth-grade in terms of quantity, it is extremely difficult to cultivate. Without a specific technique to harmonize the five elements, her cultivation speed will be ten times slower than a First-grade root.]
Tianmo stared at the system text, then at Ruyan.
A Five-element Chaos Root?
That's multi-path. Aside from cultivation, you need to cultivate five more elements.
But the real madness is the formless spirit root.
Wang Tianmo can cultivate anything and everything.
"System, I have reached the foundation stage. It's time for me to buy a spiritual weapon."
"System, open the Weapon Pavilion."
A holographic interface materialized before his eyes, replacing the view of the bedroom. Rows upon rows of terrifying weapons floated in a void of starlight: halberds that could cleave mountains, swords that drank souls, and seals that commanded armies.
However, Tianmo wasn't interested in flashy garbage. He wanted something that suited his current aesthetic: elegant, understated, and lethally efficient.
He scrolled past the [Emperor-grade 'World Ender' Halberd] and the [Heaven-grade 'Phoenix Tears' Sword]. Too conspicuous.
His eyes landed on a simple, pitch-black needle.
[Item: Seven Shadow needles (Mystic weapon, growth type) ]
[Type: Hidden Weapon / Assassin Tool]
[Description: Forged from the essence of a Void Shadow Beast and tempered in the River of Forgetfulness. It is weightless, soundless, and undetectable by divine sense unless the user wishes it. Perfect for piercing meridians and shattering Dantians from a distance.]
[Price: 500,000 High-grade Spirit Stones.]
Mystic weapon and growth type! He immediately purchased it.
"System... Now it's time for techniques. I need one movement technique and one attack technique."
[Host based on your cultivation base these are the suitable movement and attack techniques. ]
[Soaring wind movement technique-I ( Black) ]
[Void step movement technique-I (Black) ]
[Heavenly Finger battle technique-I (Black) ]
His gaze settled on Void Step.
"System, explain Void Step."
[Void Step: A movement technique that utilizes the concept of space to create short-range teleportation. It allows the user to blink through shadows, making them elusive and unpredictable. At higher realms, one can tear through space itself. The first volume contains 3 chapters but it isn't powerful enough to tear the space or teleport long distances. ]
He purchased the Void Step and Heavenly Finger technique.
Alas, mastering them would be hard.
Technique mastery is divided into: Entry, Small Success, Great Success, Perfection, and True Mastery.
Purchasing the technique from the system only gives him the book, he needs to learn and master it himself.
"Tch! I need to waste more time in cultivation now."
Wang Tianmo said to himself. Otherwise, he was planning to keep another maid, this time a mature woman.
He is a direct disciple, surely someone from the inner disciple court will be willing to be his maid.