[Achievement Unlocked: "Make the Son Waver"]

[Effect: 1,800 Harem Points]

[Note: Emotional instability within 12 hours of breakthrough yields bonus conversion].

[DING!]

[Achievement Unlocked: "Crown Prince On His Knees"]

[Effect: 2,200 Harem Points]

[Condition: Heaven-favored junior kneels due to backlash while the target woman remains within the Host's sphere of touch].

[DING!]

[Condition Chain +1: "Witnessed Cuckold Seed, Not Consummation"]

[Effect: Protagonist's Dao Heart fracture deepens; future intimacy checks with the target woman: +35% fail chance for the protagonist, -20% resolve vs Host].

[DING!]

[Meta Flag: "Plot Armor Perforation II"]

[Effect: Son of Heaven passive rescue probability reduced from 100% to 76% during the next three crises; crowd sympathy debuff applied when the woman remains in the Host's aura].

[DING!]

[Meridian-Snap Bonus: "Breakthrough Recoil Ordeal"]

[Effect: +1,500 Harem Points, +4,000 Vitality... see more...]

One after another, several system windows popped up, rewarding him for something that was clearly strangely easy and would not have that much effect if not for him arriving here after having sex with Zhao Chen's mother.

The very reason that afterwards, instead of sleeping with her, he arrived here was knowing how there would be an adverse effect of the sudden vanishing of the fate value on the Son of Heaven, and it did; it was damaging or weakening his foundation that just needed a little push, which he gave as a trailer.

If the trailer had so many rewards, then the movie might just make him a millionaire.

:: Foolish boy! I warned you! :: The womanly voice of Chen's master echoed in his pain-wracked mind, sharp with fury and disappointment. :: You let your pride overwhelm your sense. You have undone all your progress and handed him a victory on a silver platter! ::

'He... he touched her...' Chen choked out internally, his consciousness fading in and out. The image of Tianlong's hand on Yu Xiang's belly, of her flushed face and parted lips, was burned into his memory, a brand of humiliation that seared his very soul.

Tianlong turned his attention back to Yu Xiang, his crimson eyes softening with that deceptive tenderness.

He crouched before her, his presence enveloping her completely as he needed to leave some more frustration before leaving.

"It seems our session was interrupted," he said, his voice a low, intimate murmur. He reached out, his thumb gently wiping a bead of sweat from her temple.

The simple touch made her flinch, her body still fighting a battle as she heard him add, "I will take my leave then, Fairy Yu Xiang."

Tianlong straightened slowly, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he surveyed the scene before him.

Zhao Chen remained on his knees, clutching his chest where his meridians had snapped from the cultivation backlash, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Yu Xiang sat frozen against the tree, her eyes closed.

The system notifications were still cascading across his vision, but Tianlong dismissed them with a mental flick.

The rewards were substantial, but right now he had more pressing matters to attend to.

"Well then," he said casually, dusting off his robes as if nothing significant had occurred, "I believe I've made my point clear."

Without another glance at either of them, he turned and launched himself into the air, qi carrying him upward with effortless grace.

The wind whipped through his black hair as he rose above the treeline, leaving behind two figures frozen in the aftermath of his psychological warfare.

But as he flew, something nagged at the back of his mind. A memory from the original novel, a detail about Zhao Chen's condition after meridian damage...

'Ah, right.' A slow smirk spread across his lips as he halted mid-flight, hovering in the air above the clearing. 'Can't let my son die from something as mundane as cultivation backlash.'

Naturally, he knew Zhao Chen would not die, but at the very least... he could humiliate him before leaving, as in this state how would that guy attend the wedding?

He descended as suddenly as he'd left, landing with a soft thud that made both Chen and Yu Xiang look up in surprise.

"Almost forgot something," Tianlong said cheerfully, reaching into his robes. He produced a small jade vial containing a pill that radiated gentle healing energy. "Here, this should help with your... unfortunate condition."

He extended the vial toward Zhao Chen, whose bronze eyes immediately blazed with fury despite his weakened state.

"I don't need your filthy charity!" Chen snarled, batting weakly at the offered medicine. "Keep your insulting trash away from me!"

Tianlong chuckled, the sound genuinely amused. "Such pride, even when you're bleeding from internal injuries. I have to admire the consistency."

"Get away from me!" Chen tried to struggle to his feet but collapsed back down, his damaged meridians unable to support proper qi circulation.

"Stubborn child," Tianlong murmured, shaking his head with mock disappointment. Before Chen could react, Tianlong's hand shot out with lightning speed, gripping the young man's jaw with iron fingers.

Chen's eyes widened in shock and rage as Tianlong pried his mouth open with casual strength, as if handling a disobedient pet rather than a cultivator.

"Let go of—mmph!" Chen's protests were muffled as Tianlong dropped the pill directly onto his tongue, then clamped his jaw shut and tilted his head back, forcing him to swallow.

'After all,' Tianlong thought as he watched Chen's throat work involuntarily, 'I'm helping the Son of Heaven recover. Neither his hidden master nor Heaven's Will can object to that. If anything, they'll be grateful.'

[Son of Heaven's Humiliation Detected: 1200+ HP]

The pill slid down Chen's throat despite his struggles, and almost immediately his labored breathing began to stabilize.

Color returned to his pale cheeks, and the blood at the corner of his mouth stopped flowing as his damaged meridians began their emergency repair.

But the relief in Chen's body did nothing for his wounded pride.

The moment Tianlong released him, Chen yanked his head away violently, bronze eyes blazing with humiliation and fury.

"Don't you ever lay a hand on me again!" he spat, his voice hoarse but stronger than before.

Tianlong's expression shifted to something that might have been paternal amusement. "I can understand your reaction, son. It's perfectly normal for a father to witness his child's tantrums. I forgive you."

The words hit Chen like a physical blow, his mind reeling as he tried to process what he'd just heard.

"What?" Chen's voice cracked slightly, confusion replacing rage for a moment. "What did you just say?"

But Tianlong was already turning away, preparing to launch himself skyward once more. As he gathered qi for his departure, he called back over his shoulder with casual malice:

"I hope Fairy Yu Xiang will attend the wedding ceremony. It should be quite the celebration." His crimson eyes flicked meaningfully toward Chen. "As for you, Chen, you can leave Yu Xiang alone if you want. I'll be sure to take special care of her myself."

The implications in those words were crystal clear, and Chen's face went white as rage and understanding crashed over him simultaneously.

"You bastard! What do you mean by—"

But Tianlong was already gone, vanishing into the sky like a crimson comet, leaving only the echo of his laughter behind.

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