Moving swiftly through the dark night toward his mansion, Tang Xiao's mind was completely occupied by thoughts of the ingenious technique he had just learned.
He was itching to immediately test it and savor its effects, but he was no longer a bachelor. He was now a married man, and his newly wed wife was still waiting for him at home. No matter how tempting cultivation was, he had to return first before doing anything else.
"I shall enjoy the delicacy waiting for me before attending to anything else…" Tang Xiao thought lustfully as he unconsciously quickened his pace.
In just a few minutes, he returned to the mansion like a starving ghost rushing back to its lair.
The moment he pushed open the door, his eyes were greeted by Ning Ruoyan's beautiful figure.
She stood before the mirror, clad only in a thin black cloth—as he had previously ordered—her back facing him while her gaze met his through the mirror's reflection.
The sight instantly ignited a fire within him.
Tang Xiao strode forward and wrapped his arms around her from behind. One hand clamped around her slender throat, while the other roughly pinched the soft skin of her abdomen.
"Husband~ Hmmff…"
A muffled groan escaped Ning Ruoyan's lips as she felt herself being thoroughly manhandled by Tang Xiao.
She could clearly feel that evil dragon pressing hard against her ass, insistently seeking entrance between her soft, plump cheeks.
"Spread your legs for me… SPREAD! NOW!" Tang Xiao roared close to her flushed ears. His domineering voice made her entire body tremble as the large hand on her neck tightened yet another notch.
She obediently complied, lowering her head in shame as she spread her legs wide, allowing Tang Xiao to invade her with his dragon.
"This is it… Take it…"
Tang Xiao relished the sensation of using this woman—someone who had once lived like a queen in her sect.
Wasn't she now nothing more than a vessel for him to pour his seeds into? Heh…
Slap.
With a loud bang, the evil dragon tore through the small cave's gates and began wreaking havoc inside, nearly destroying it.
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Four hours later.
Standing before the bed, Tang Xiao calmly admired the artwork he had created.
The woman—his wife—lay sprawled across the bed like a thoroughly fucked bitch, which she truly was.
Her face and body were smeared with his seeds, while between her legs, a continuous stream of white liquid slowly flowed out.
Satisfied, Tang Xiao casually tossed a bedsheet over her and called for his maid, Tang Ya, to enter.
"Help me bathe."
Standing naked before another woman while his wife lay unconscious on the bed, Tang Xiao felt not the slightest hint of shame as he casually issued the order to the beautiful, plump maid.
Tang Ya mechanically nodded, yet her gaze involuntarily drifted downward—to that colossal presence hanging between Tang Xiao's legs.
Seeing her frozen in place as though she had lost her mind, Tang Xiao grinned wickedly.
He stepped closer, his tall frame completely looming over her petite figure.
"What… do you want a taste of it?" His teasing voice brushed against her ears.
She hurriedly shook her head in denial, her face turning pale even as a deep flush spread across it.
She didn't want to. She would be utterly destroyed if that thing were to enter her.
More importantly, she knew the man standing before her—the newly appointed sect master—was merely teasing her.
Although she had bathed him and seen him naked countless times over the past months, her lord had never truly crossed that line with her, aside from occasional teasing.
That said, there were many instances where she had to bend down to wash his thighs and legs, and that thing would rest directly against her face. Remembering the musky scent she inhaled every time, Tang Ya's legs trembled slightly.
Seeing her regain her composure, Tang Xiao donned his bathrobe with Tang Ya's assistance and walked out toward the bathing chamber.
He couldn't stroll around naked outside this room—after all, he wasn't the only one living here.
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Clear Sky Sect's Number One Mimicry Cultivation Chamber.
Compared to the chamber Tang Xiao had previously used, this one was nearly ten times larger. Ancient hammers of various designs were embedded throughout the space, each seemingly forged from the finest metals and carrying the weight of countless years.
This was the finest among the Clear Sky Sect's four top-tier mimicry cultivation chambers, capable of increasing the cultivation speed of Clear Sky Hammer users by eight percent.
Previously, it had belonged to Tang Chen. After his departure, Tang Zhen used it. Now that Tang Xiao had become sect master—and Tang Zhen had little hope of further breakthroughs and wished to spend his remaining years in leisure—the chamber had naturally passed into Tang Xiao's hands.
As for Tang Xiao's former cultivation chamber, it was now occupied by Tang Hao following his return.
For most people, an eight percent increase was an unimaginable boon. But for Tang Xiao—whose cultivation speed had already increased by two and a half times—it had largely lost its luster.
If possible, he would much rather cultivate at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Pool, whose effects far surpassed this chamber.
Still, even a mosquito's leg was meat. When stacked atop his current foundation, this eight percent boost was not insignificant—just far inferior to the Ice and Fire Pool.
Leaping onto the massive Clear Sky Hammer at the chamber's center, Tang Xiao sat cross-legged and repeatedly reviewed the Great Sumeru Hammer technique he had learned only hours ago.
"Truly ingenious…"
The first ancestor of the Clear Sky Sect who created this technique must have been an unparalleled genius. Though the technique had been refined and perfected through countless generations, without that initial spark, none of the later achievements would have been possible.
"Compared to him, even my grandfather Tang Chen—hailed as a monstrous genius and creator of the Clear Sky Seven Absolutes—falls short."
"He may have been the first to reach level ninety-nine soul power in Clear Sky history, but when it comes to sheer ingenuity, the first ancestor is unmatched," Tang Xiao mused with genuine awe.
Standing up, Tang Xiao summoned his martial soul in the same effortlessly cool manner he had once copied from Wang Dong'er and began testing the Great Sumeru Hammer.
Having personally witnessed Tang Hao's demonstration and received careful guidance, Tang Xiao grasped the technique after only a few attempts.
Boom.
As Tang Xiao activated the technique, the eight soul rings circling his body—two yellow, two purple, and four black—began to merge rhythmically.
The two yellow soul rings fused first, forming a pale purple ring. It then merged with the next, and within moments, the first four soul rings condensed into a single dark purple ring tinged with black.
The fusion did not stop.
It continued merging with the fifth black soul ring, then the sixth, and onward. By the time it fused with the final black soul ring, a single blood-red soul ring hovered around Tang Xiao.
The oppressive pressure it emitted was far beyond what Tang Xiao felt when summoning all eight rings separately. The entire space seemed to freeze solid.
Following the technique precisely, Tang Xiao continued.
The blood-red soul ring shrank and fused directly into the Clear Sky Hammer in his grasp. In that instant, the already terrifying hammer underwent another qualitative leap—its weight increasing severalfold.
Tang Xiao was genuinely astonished.
The sudden increase in the hammer's weight and the explosive surge of soul power within his body made him feel as though he could flatten the entire Clear Sky Sect with a single swing.
As for the uncontrollable surge of soul power Tang Hao had warned him about—Tang Xiao felt none of it.
Though the sudden multiplication of soul power caused turbulence within his body, he controlled it effortlessly, as naturally as if it were his original soul power.
Compared to Tang Hao's experiences, the difference was worlds apart—a clear testament to Tang Xiao's current level of soul power control.
Overall, Tang Xiao felt deeply satisfied.
Worried that even setting the Clear Sky Hammer down might obliterate the cultivation chamber, he hurriedly deactivated the technique, carefully savoring every subtle change that had occurred.