A full week had slipped away since Tang Xiao returned to the Clear Sky Sect after more than seven months of wandering, scheming, and preparing for the future only he could foresee.
After 'revealing' his unprecedented talent to his father, his brother, his sister, and his sister-in-law, Tang Xiao spent most of his days buried in cultivation.
Being at the peak of level 89, he could practically taste the thin veil separating him from level 90 — the pseudo-Titled Douluo stage. And he wanted it. He wanted to experience the world from that altitude, to feel the transformation of power that is one step closer to the peak.
So he cultivated with near-fanatical diligence.
If everything continued smoothly, he would break through within three weeks at most.
But every night…
every gods-damned night…
he would return to his room, lie down to sleep, and—
"Mmm~ Ah… haa… Aahhh…~"
—hear the muffled moans of his sister-in-law drifting through the wall like ghostly temptation.
He knew exactly what was happening in that room:
his dear, innocent little brother Tang Hao was attempting to pleasure Ah Yin with that tiny, pitiful excuse of a manhood he possessed.
Yet even knowing this, Tang Xiao — a virgin with the libido of a beast and the imagination of a villain — couldn't sleep peacefully.
Tonight was no different.
Inside his room, slumped on the customized new bed, Tang Xiao tossed and turned.
A faint, trembling moan slipped through the next room…
"Aahhh… Even this two-meter-thick wall can't block these sounds… Sigh. What a tragic excuse for soundproofing." Tang Xiao sighed helplessly.
His brother's room and his own were placed unusually close—unlike Tang Zhen's and Tang Yuehua's rooms, which were situated far away in the massive mansion.
As for why these rooms were close… the reason didn't need to be spoken. The original owner of this body, deeply protective of his younger brother in their childhood, had insisted their rooms be near each other so he could teach and care for him.
For that reason, Tang Xiao could only sigh with conflicted emotions… The brotherhood between the original owner and Tang Hao was genuinely profound. Both brothers had truly cared for one another.
But because of that brotherhood, he was the one suffering now.
Of course, it wasn't really the fault of the room's construction. If it truly were, Tang Hao would have noticed and moved elsewhere long ago afterall.
The problem lay entirely in Tang Xiao… His cultivation level was too high, sharpening his senses to the point where the whispers normal soul masters couldn't hear stabbed into his ears with perfect clarity.
Naturally, If he were a proper, righteous man, he would have moved out long ago.
But unfortunately—
he was not.
He was a pervert.
A virgin pervert.
And the moans of a beautiful woman like Ah Yin acted like gasoline thrown into his already raging internal fire.
Another drawn-out moan vibrated gently through the wall.
Tang Xiao's lips curled as he imagined Ah Yin arching her back beneath him, not his brother, her hair spread over the sheets like silk as Tang Hao pathetically held a lantern to watch.
"My sister-in-law's moans are way too fake… What can that tiny little thing of my brother even do? Hehe… her love truly transcends mortal boundaries. She moans loudly just so he doesn't feel insecure. Ah Yin is really… too kind. Tragically kind."
He shook his head, remembering the scene from a year ago when he had accidentally glimpsed Tang Hao's 'weapon'.
Even smaller than the average Chinese man's — a pitiful, almost adorable little worm.
Who would expect that that thing was destined to produce Tang San?
Feeling his own little dragon throbbing painfully as if wanting to tear through the bedsheet, Tang Xiao couldn't help but recall the promise Ah Yin had made a week ago…
Should he approach and ask her to help his little dragon in the pretex of healing?
A wicked grin tugged at his lips.
Really... GENIUS HIM
If he acted pitiful, approached her when Tang Hao stepped out, appealed to her gentle nature with tearful sincerity… she would help him, wouldn't she?
Even if she slapped him first, it would still be progress.
But then he stopped himself, rolling onto his back again. His expression changed instantly from wicked to innocent — a talent that would put top actors to shame.
"Tomorrow, the Ning family arrives… Ruoyan will be here. My wedding is in seven days. How can I even think about my sister-in-law at such a time? I must focus. I will only love Ruoyan from now on. Yes… I'm a good boy."
He patted his waist lightly, forcibly calming his rebellious dragon.
Tonight would be the last night Tang Hao and Ah Yin stayed in the mansion. Before dawn, they would relocate to the hidden underground chamber deep within the sect. Tang Hao would move stealthily outside when necessary, while Ah Yin had to remain hidden for the foreseeable future.
Good.
The mansion, at least, would be quiet again.
…
The next morning…
The sun rose peacefully from the east, spilling soft golden light across the sect's rooftops.
Tang Xiao woke up with surprising satisfaction — not because he slept well, but because silence finally met his ears.
"Tch. So Brother Hao and sister-in-law already left for hiding."
He stretched lazily and headed to the bath.
After cleaning up, he allowed Tang Ya to help him into a beautifully embroidered robe — elegant but inherently dominating.
Tang Yuehua was already waiting, refined and graceful as always. Together, they made their way to the welcoming hall.
The Ning family would arrive within a few hours.
"Ruoyan… She must have missed me, right?"
The thought warmed him more than he expected.
The entire sect bustled with excitement. Elders, disciples, and servants worked nonstop decorating the sect — new banners hung, halls polished, flowers arranged, walkways cleaned.
For them, Tang Xiao's wedding wasn't just an event — it was a legendary moment.
The heir of the Clear Sky Sect, the future Clan Master, was marrying a lady from the noble Ning family. (Seven treasure glazed tile sect)
They intended to make the wedding so grand the entire continent would remember it.
Time passed quickly.
Soon, a disciple rushed inside to report that the Ning family had been spotted entering the outer gate.
As the groom, it was no longer appropriate for him to greet the in-laws at the entrance before marriage. So he could only wait in the welcoming hall… Tang Zhen and the elders had already gone to meet them, following proper etiquette.
Tang Xiao didn't wait for long. After the time it took for two incense sticks to burn, with joyous melodies and drums echoing through the sect, under Tang Zhen's greetings, the Ning family entered the welcoming hall.
By the time they entered, the hall was filled with the rich fragrances of delicacies and fine wine… Maids moved swiftly as they arranged the finest dishes the continent could offer… but Tang Xiao's mind wasn't on any of this…
His gaze locked onto her.
A woman stepping gracefully into the hall, face veiled with thin gauze, revealing only a pair of glittering, diamond-like eyes that seemed to pierce straight into his soul.
Ruoyan.
Even without seeing her face, her presence alone electrified the air.
Tang Xiao felt his breath hitch — not from nervousness, but from excitement, desire, ambition, and a dark thrill that curled deep inside him that wanted to use her solely as an object for his pleasure.