The mountain peak that had moments ago been a battlefield now felt like the birthplace of something historic.

I surveyed my newly assembled forces—Zhang Wuji standing at attention with the bearing of a career military man, my three wives radiating confidence and power, and over a thousand kneeling cultivators whose loyalty had been forged in the crucible of absolute defeat.

It was a good foundation, but foundations were only as strong as what you built upon them.

"Zhang Wuji," I said, my voice carrying the authority of command. "Your first task as general will be organizational. These cultivators need to be assessed, ranked, and assigned roles based on their abilities rather than their former sect affiliations."

The Blade nodded crisply. "Understood, my Emperor. Traditional military structure, or something more... innovative?"

"Innovative," I replied without hesitation. "The old sect hierarchies have bred stagnation and political infighting. We're building something that prioritizes merit, loyalty, and potential over bloodlines and connections."

Elder Liu, still kneeling with his fellow Immortal Sect refugees, looked up with carefully controlled curiosity. "My Emperor, if I may ask... what becomes of our former loyalties? Our oaths to the Immortal Sect?"

I studied his face for a moment, reading the genuine conflict there.

These weren't just opportunists jumping to the winning side—they were cultivators whose entire worldview had just been shattered.

"Your oaths were to institutions that have failed you," I said, infusing my words with the kind of conviction that could reshape belief itself.

"The Immortal Sect hoarded resources while talented disciples stagnated in outer courts for decades.

They sent you here as disposable scouts rather than valued members.

Tell me, Elder Liu—when was the last time your sect invested in your advancement rather than simply demanding your service?"

The old man's face crumpled slightly, and I could see memories flickering behind his eyes—years of faithful service rewarded with scraps, political maneuvering that blocked his advancement, younger cultivators with better connections promoted over his hard-earned achievements.

"Twenty-three years," he admitted quietly. "Twenty-three years since they provided me with anything more than basic resources."

Murmurs rippled through the kneeling cultivators as similar realizations struck home.

I could feel the moment when old loyalties began to crumble, replaced by something that might, in time, become genuine devotion.

"Here's what I offer instead," I continued, allowing my enhanced aura to pulse gently—not threatening, but promising.

"Advancement based on merit.

Resources allocated according to potential rather than politics.

And most importantly, a purpose worthy of your cultivation."

Yue stepped forward, her bronze skin gleaming with residual power from our recent breakthrough session. "The Emperor doesn't just hoard strength—he shares it. Look at us." She gestured to herself and our other wives. "We've advanced more in the past few days than we did in years of traditional cultivation."

"And we're not finished ascending," Mei added, her vines creating elegant patterns in the air around her. "This is just the beginning. The techniques we're developing, the insights we're gaining—all of it will be shared with those who prove themselves worthy."

Feng's pale eyes swept over the assembled cultivators with calculating precision. "The Immortal Sect's greatest weakness has always been their refusal to truly invest in their members. They create tools, not allies. The Emperor creates partners in advancement."

I nodded approvingly at my wives' words.

They understood instinctively what I was building—not just an empire of subjects, but a cultivation revolution that would fundamentally change how power was developed and shared.

"Zhang Wuji," I said, turning back to my new general. "I want these cultivators divided into training groups based on compatibility rather than current realm. Mix the Core Formation with the Foundation Establishment, let the Nascent Souls teach rather than lord over. We're going to develop techniques that enhance group cultivation."

The Blade's eyebrows rose slightly. "Group cultivation? That's... unconventional."

"Most innovations are," I replied. "The traditional path of solitary advancement has produced masters like yourself—powerful, skilled, but ultimately limited by what one person can achieve alone. What if we could create cultivation networks that amplify individual potential?"

I could see the gears turning in Zhang Wuji's mind as he considered the implications.

A swordsman who had reached the pinnacle through solo effort suddenly being offered the possibility of growth through connection and cooperation.

"It would require new techniques," he said slowly. "New understanding of how qi can be shared and enhanced rather than simply exchanged."

"Which brings us to our second priority," I said with a grin. "Infrastructure."

I snapped my fingers, and the pleasure palace materialized around us—not the intimate bedchambers my wives were familiar with, but an expanded version configured as a command center.

Silk walls displayed tactical maps, floating jade tablets showed cultivation charts, and comfortable seating arranged itself for strategic discussion.

The assembled cultivators gasped as reality folded around them, the dimensional space easily accommodating over a thousand people while maintaining an atmosphere of elegant authority.

"This is a dimensional artifact," Feng explained to the stunned observers. "The Emperor's personal domain, capable of expansion and modification according to need."

"And it's going to be our mobile headquarters," I added. "While we establish permanent bases of operation, this space will allow us to coordinate our efforts regardless of physical location."

Zhang Wuji walked to one of the tactical displays, studying the detailed maps with professional interest. "These show current sect territories, resource locations, and strategic positions. The level of intelligence gathering required for this detail... how?"

"The system provides certain advantages," I said vaguely.

No need to explain the full extent of my supernatural information sources.

"What matters is that we can plan our expansion with perfect knowledge of enemy positions and capabilities."

Yue joined Zhang Wuji at the tactical display, her archer's eye immediately picking out defensive positions and potential ambush sites. "The Immortal Sect's main stronghold is here," she said, pointing to a mountain range marked with defensive formations. "But look at these supply lines. They're overextended, trying to maintain control over territories they don't have the manpower to properly defend."

"Classic imperial overreach," Mei observed, her vines extending to trace resource flow patterns on the display. "They've prioritized breadth over depth, quantity over quality. A coordinated assault on key supply points would collapse their entire southern operation."

I nodded approvingly.

My wives weren't just powerful cultivators—they were natural strategists, their different perspectives combining to create insights none of them could have achieved alone.

"Which brings us to timeline," I said, calling their attention back to the central planning table. "We have approximately three months before certain... developments... require us to adjust our operational parameters."

Feng blushed slightly, one hand drifting unconsciously to her still-flat belly.

The pregnancy would be accelerated due to our enhanced bloodlines, but even three months would require careful planning around their changing capabilities.

"Three months to establish territorial control, recruit additional forces, and neutralize the primary threats to our expansion," Zhang Wuji mused. "Ambitious, but not impossible given our current advantages."

"It's not just about territory," I corrected. "It's about transformation. We need to prove that our model of cultivation advancement works on a large scale. Success will attract more followers than any military victory."

Elder Liu, who had been listening with growing fascination, raised his hand tentatively. "My Emperor, if I may... the demonstration of group cultivation techniques you mentioned. When might we see those in practice?"

I exchanged glances with my wives, seeing understanding and anticipation in their eyes.

They knew, as I did, that the most dramatic proof of our methods would require them to showcase the techniques that had elevated them so rapidly.

"Tomorrow," I decided. "We'll begin with the most basic group formations and work up to advanced techniques as our people prove their readiness."

"And the advanced techniques?" Zhang Wuji asked with the curiosity of a master always seeking to improve his art.

My wives' cheeks flushed various shades of pink as they recalled exactly how advanced our cultivation methods had become.

Dual cultivation taken to levels that transcended mere physical exchange, essence bonding that created permanent networks of shared power, and breeding techniques that enhanced rather than drained the participants.

"Those will be demonstrated for our inner circle only," I said diplomatically. "Some techniques require... particular levels of trust and commitment."

The Blade's gray eyes gleamed with understanding.

He was experienced enough to recognize euphemism when he heard it, and wise enough not to pry into secrets he wasn't ready to share.

"Very well," he said with professional acceptance. "I'll begin organizing our people into preliminary training groups. Are there any specific combinations or restrictions I should consider?"

"Mixed gender groups," Feng said promptly. "The techniques work best with balanced yin and yang energies."

"Complementary cultivation paths rather than identical ones," Yue added. "Diversity creates strength in group formations."

"And emotional compatibility," Mei finished. "People who trust each other naturally achieve better resonance."

I nodded approval at their suggestions.

They were already thinking in terms of optimized cultivation networks rather than traditional hierarchies.

"Zhang Wuji, work with my wives to identify the most promising combinations. I want our first demonstration to be impressive enough to convert any remaining skeptics."

"Understood, my Emperor." The Blade bowed crisply, already shifting into the focused intensity that had made him legendary.

As my general began organizing our new followers and my wives started discussing cultivation optimization, I found myself looking out through the dimensional walls of the pleasure palace at the mountain peaks beyond.

And there was a dormant thought... not of the Emperor but mine, which had merged together with him yet resounded inside, showing my deepest wish.

'Will I be able to corrupt this fucking novel and make all these nonsense dao guys perverted bastards?'

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