She was weak. So pathetically weak compared to his Great Vehicle cultivation that she couldn't even sense the depths of his power.

If he decided to take her, to use her like he'd clearly just finished using his wife, there would be nothing she could do to stop him.

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, spiritual energy gathering desperately around her form as she prepared to fight.

Forget about her losing her cultivation power if she lost her virginity. If that thing entered her, she would die due to being torn apart—especially since only cultivators could withstand that thickness. For a normal mortal woman—which she would become the moment her hymen broke—it was death.

So either way, she would not survive all this. It was better to die saving herself.

She prepared herself, her mind ignoring the arousal signals in the air and focusing instead on striking the throat, the eyes, and then detonating every talisman she had left.

"I warn yo—" she began, her voice trembling with defiance.

But Tianlong had already turned away from her entirely.

Yu Xiang blinked in confusion as the Emperor completely ignored her defensive posture, moving instead to where Ying Jia lay sprawled across the silk sheets.

With gentle hands, he helped the silver-haired woman sit up, supporting her trembling form as she struggled to find her balance.

"You're about to break through," he told Ying Jia softly, his hand resting on her bare shoulder with surprising tenderness. "Focus, or your energy will destabilize."

Ying Jia's silver eyes widened behind her veil as she felt the enormous pressure building within her dantian.

The dual cultivation session had pushed her spiritual core to the very edge of advancement, and now the accumulated energy was demanding release.

"I can feel it," she whispered, her voice awed and slightly frightened. "The dantian... it's expanding."

Here she was clearly processing the power, while her husband leaned closer and whispered, "This is why I told you to let me fuck you anytime... the more I expand your pussy, the more your dantian will expand."

Thump. Thump.

"Hmm... control your vulgar remarks, Emperor." Ying Jia could only shut her eyes, given there was some change in her heart, especially after knowing who he was actually.

But if ignored for a moment, the couple engaged in their romantic conversation, far away from the woman who was the uninvited guest here.

Everything she had seen in her life—though her standards were already too high regarding the mechanism of power, since she possessed the ability to act as the conduit—even she seemed shaken entirely.

Yu Xiang watched in stunned silence as spiritual energy began swirling visibly around the seated woman.

This wasn't just any breakthrough—she could sense the massive leap Ying Jia was about to make, the kind of advancement that should have taken years of careful cultivation.

Tianlong looked back over his shoulder at Yu Xiang, his crimson-gold eyes holding that same genuine warmth that had confused her so many times before.

Normally she had seen that warmth directed toward his wife. But here, he was giving that glance to her—something which, if not for knowing him, she would have considered simp-like.

For her, there were categories of men. Those who were bold, those who were simps, and those who tried to act strong. Within these categories were mixed versions too. But even in that mixture, no one completely fit—no one was absolutely strong and absolutely loving.

Men, though they claimed to be as good as they said, always lacked somewhere—either in charm, power, emotions, mind, or personality. No one was perfect, though they mostly tried to act like it. But to her, who had seen so many kinds of men, he was confusing. Given he possessed everything in a perfect amount, that was not logical at all.

And proving her dilemma was his voice again—that of someone lovable, if ignored that vortex-like Qi surrounding his body in a way that made the very air haze.

"Please come here and help her," he said calmly, his tone carrying no hint of threat or demand. "I need to leave to help my other wives break through."

The casual nature of his request, delivered while standing completely naked with his impressive manhood still on full display, left Yu Xiang speechless.

He was asking for her assistance, not threatening her. Requesting her aid, not forcing her compliance.

'What is this...?' Her analytical mind raced to process everything.

To her, every time she saw his different personality—first, her impression of him was that of an absolute, strong Emperor who was about to ascend. Then of a man who loved his wives blindly, like the types who often got betrayed. Then she saw he did not just love one wife but had many. That was the side of those who treated wives like trophies, yet he loved them.

Now, she stood here and saw his side as a pervert—the most degenerated man she had ever seen. Even the books she had studied on men's behavior had only shown degeneracy in terms of sexual poses, not something like this.

And finally, from her observation, it was a fact: a man drenched in desire, in lust, could never have love within him as second nature. Every time he would see a woman, it would be with a lustful gaze.

But now, those words of a man—clearly categorized right now among the lustful—were requesting her in such a worried voice.

'!'

Before she could think more or respond, Tianlong was already moving toward what appeared to be a solid wall.

Yu Xiang's eyes widened in shock as she watched his hand pass directly through the wall like touching a water surface, creating ripples as if it were made of mist, while his cock swayed with each step like a pendulum hitting his muscular thighs.

She felt her throat dry as he vanished into that wall suddenly.

'What the...' He didn't teleport—she could feel it. There was no remnant of Qi. He had simply entered the wall.

She stood alone with the silver-haired woman, her mouth slightly open as she tried to comprehend what she'd just witnessed.

"Please," Ying Jia's voice was strained, sweat beginning to bead on her brow as the breakthrough energy built to critical levels. "If you don't help guide the qi, I might explode from the pressure."

Yu Xiang found herself moving forward without conscious decision, her feet carrying her toward the bed where Ying Jia sat in lotus position.

The spiritual energy swirling around the woman was intoxicating—pure, refined, more potent than anything Yu Xiang had ever encountered.

"I... yes," she stammered, placing her hand on Ying Jia's back just as the woman had requested.

The moment her palm made contact with the silver-haired woman's skin, Yu Xiang felt the world tilt on its axis.

The opulent red and pink chamber dissolved around them like morning mist, revealing the normal stone walls and details of a royal palace room.

Unbeknownst to her, the Pleasure Palace had simply vanished, leaving them sitting in what appeared to be an ordinary bedroom.

Normally, its walls were far weaker—through any kind of attack, they might crumble like normal concrete walls.

Breakthroughs were normally for the wives, and they happened outside of it, especially when stabilizing a large amount of strength in the absence of someone controlling the surge of Qi.

While she was still processing what had just happened—

"Huh?!" What she felt through her palm truly stole Yu Xiang's breath.

The Qi flowing through Ying Jia's meridians was impossibly pure, impossibly dense.

This wasn't the gradual advancement of normal cultivation to one realm—this was a torrent of power that defied every law of spiritual development Yu Xiang had ever learned.

"It's impossible," she whispered, her violet eyes wide with awe and terror as she felt Ying Jia's cultivation base shatter through not one, but multiple realm barriers in rapid succession.

Foundation Establishment became Core Formation in seconds.

Core Formation exploded into Nascent Soul with barely a pause.

And then finally—Early Soul Formation.

Then Middle Soul Formation.

Finally Peak Soul Formation.

'!?!'

The woman was advancing through realms that should have taken decades to bridge—all within the span of minutes.

Yu Xiang's hand trembled against Ying Jia's back as she realized she was witnessing something that challenged the very foundations of everything she thought she knew about cultivation, power, and this...

'It has to be some illusion!' She clenched her jaw, shutting her eyes as she instantly tried to feel again if she was right or wrong, but she felt nothing.

Within a few seconds, her Peak Core Formation seemed so puny that she wasn't even able to sense this woman's true strength. As the Qi stabilized and condensed itself into her core so tightly, the sheer control left nothing for Yu Xiang to feel. That just made her pupils tremble erratically, her hands shaking as they withdrew from that milky white skin.

'Ah... n-no...' Her ambitions, her careful plans, her calculated manipulations—all of it felt suddenly insignificant in the face of this raw, overwhelming display of true power.

'So all this time, was I a fool?' Her thoughts blurred, all pointing toward the obvious. This woman—just when kissing the Emperor—was clearly weaker than Yu Xiang.

It was Foundation Establishment, or something around that level.

But now, when Yu Xiang entered and saw the Emperor having sex with this woman, engaged in such a lustful sight—

She became Peak Soul Formation.

Everything was too obvious for her mind to ignore.

'H-he...' Seated, she slowly lowered her head. It was as if her mind stopped in that moment. Eyes closed, nothing moving within her except the silence, broken only by her own frustrated murmur.

"Are you kidding me?"

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