The quiet sanctuary of the underground cultivation chamber in Crimson Zenith City was entirely undisturbed by the freezing gales that perpetually lashed against the northern mountain peaks. Deep within this isolated, heavy stone room, lit only by the gentle, pulsating emerald glow of the spirit formations etched into the floor, Zhang Tian sat in profound meditation. For the past several days, he had completely sealed himself away from the daily administration of his sprawling territory. He had entrusted the meticulous, ruthless purging of the Heaven Dou Empire to his loyal subordinates and his ever-watchful Blood Silver Mirage Clones, choosing instead to dive into the deepest, most esoteric mysteries of the cultivation world.
His brilliant, unparalleled mind was currently consumed by the theoretical framework of the new techniques he had recently conceptualized: the Human Spirit Bone Condensation Method and the Origin Blood Resonance Pact. These two methods, when seamlessly fused, held the terrifying potential to completely rewrite the bloody, stagnant history of the Douluo Continent. However, theoretical perfection was merely the first step on a long, arduous journey. True mastery required rigorous, unyielding internal refinement.
As he sat cross-legged upon the smooth jade platform, Zhang Tian directed his vast, Limit Douluo-level mental force inward. He meticulously inspected the complex, glowing pathways of his own meridian network. His attention invariably drifted down toward his lower extremities, specifically focusing on the two monumental treasures he had previously integrated into his physical vessel.
Within his right leg rested the Hundred Thousand Year Old Blue Silver Emperor Spirit Bone. This was the legendary, invaluable artifact left behind by Ah Yin when she had tragically sacrificed her original, physical form for Tang Hao decades ago. Within his left leg resided another peerless treasure, the Hundred Thousand Year Old Spirit Bone originating from the terrifying Thunder Hell Prison Vine which was originally just Thirty Thousand Years Old Spirit Bone. Both of these supreme bones possessed unimaginable power, yet as Zhang Tian analyzed their integration with his current, elevated state of being, a distinct frown creased his handsome features.
He realized a fundamental flaw in the traditional method of absorbing Spirit Bones. No matter how powerful or ancient the bone, and no matter how thoroughly a Spirit Master refined it, a traditionally hunted and absorbed Spirit Bone remained, at its very core, a foreign entity. It was an external artifact grafted onto a human skeleton. When a Spirit Master activated the abilities housed within these bones, the distinct, alien aura of the fallen Spirit Beast would inevitably flare, radiating a specific, undeniable energetic signature that any competent, high-ranking expert could instantly detect and analyze. In high-stakes combat, telegraphing one's hidden trump cards was a fatal weakness.
'If I am to pioneer the Human Spirit Bone Condensation Method,' Zhang Tian mused silently, the emerald light of his Life Spirit Core swirling gently around his dantian, 'I cannot leave my own foundation tainted by the archaic, flawed methods of the past. I must convert these pre-existing, foreign bones into true, self-condensed artifacts that resonate perfectly with my own origin and bloodline.'
He pondered the mechanics of this unprecedented conversion. To completely strip away the foreign signature of a Hundred Thousand Year Old Spirit Bone and flawlessly reforge it into a self-condensed bone, he would need to perform an incredibly delicate, highly volatile spiritual surgery. He needed a profound technique to break down the crystallized laws within the bone and seamlessly bind them to a living Blood Essence, effectively utilizing the principles of his newly theorized Origin Blood Resonance Pact.
There was only one entity accessible to him who possessed the ancient, boundless knowledge of soul manipulation and bloodline binding required to draft such an intricate conversion technique.
Without breaking his meditative posture, Zhang Tian extended a highly concentrated, imperceptible sliver of his profound mental force outward. He bypassed the physical boundaries of his mansion, reaching across the sprawling courtyards until his consciousness brushed against the heavily warded, luxurious building dedicated entirely to Bibi Dong. He slipped past her natural, dormant defenses with practiced ease, plunging directly into the vast, ethereal expanse of her spiritual sea.
The environment within the Supreme Pontiff's mind was a swirling, turbulent ocean of radiant holy light and suffocating, dark violet mist. Zhang Tian's spiritual projection materialized in the center of this duality, his dark robes fluttering in the metaphysical winds. He strode confidently toward the deepest, darkest nexus of the violet mist, the domain of the divine entity that resided within his lover's soul.
"You return to my domain, mortal," the raspy, echoing voice of the Rakshasa Goddess purred from the shadows. The thick mist parted, revealing her terrifying, majestic manifestation hovering above the spiritual waters. Her glowing, ancient eyes studied him with a mixture of dark amusement and genuine curiosity. "Have you encountered a roadblock in your grand design so soon?"
"A minor hurdle, Goddess," Zhang Tian replied smoothly, offering a polite, respectful nod to the First Class God. "Your Origin Blood Resonance Pact is flawless in theory for new cultivators. However, I have already integrated two supreme, Hundred Thousand Year Old Spirit Bones into my lower limbs using the traditional, flawed methods of this world. I wish to extract the foreign rejection from these artifacts. I require a specific, highly advanced technique to convert these pre-existing, true Spirit Bones into the new format of my Human Spirit Bone Condensation Method."
He detailed his ambitious plan, his voice ringing with quiet confidence. "I intend to completely reforge my Right Leg Spirit Bone. I will connect it directly with the pure, living Blood Essence of Ah Yin, my Empress. Since the bone originally belonged to her when she was the Blue Silver Empress, and she is now the Blood Silver Empress standing at the peak of Level 97, utilizing her current, elevated Blood Essence should seamlessly convert the bone into a self-condensed artifact."
The Rakshasa Goddess let out a slow, melodic laugh that sounded like the chiming of ancient, rusted bells. She floated closer, her divine aura flaring with dark delight.
"You constantly seek to overwrite the established laws of the heavens, Zhang Tian," the Rakshasa Goddess mused, waving a slender hand through the violet mist. "To unmake this Spirit Bone and reforge it with your method is a process of undoing creation itself. Fortunately for you, such dark methods are well within my field. The conversion technique you seek is but a trivial matter for a deity of my standing."
The dark Goddess extended a finger. A brilliant, pulsating rune of deep purple light materialized in the air between them. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the rune shooting directly into Zhang Tian's spiritual projection.
The moment the rune made contact, a massive, highly complex surge of information flooded Zhang Tian's mind. He effortlessly absorbed the intricate, esoteric diagrams and the precise flow of spirit power required to safely dismantle and reforge a Spirit Bone using the Origin Blood Resonance Pact. It was an elegant, brutal technique that demanded flawless control over one's own vitality.
"I am grateful for your generous assistance, Goddess," Zhang Tian acknowledged, his eyes gleaming as he processed the vast tactical advantages this conversion would grant him.
Once his Right Leg Spirit Bone was successfully converted using Ah Yin's Blood Essence, the two heaven-defying abilities housed within the artifact would merge perfectly with his own physical body and his spirit. The most terrifying advantage of this process was the absolute concealment it provided. He would be able to activate these profound abilities as naturally as breathing, without emitting a single trace of the distinct, glowing aura that usually accompanied the use of a Spirit Bone. It ensured that these techniques could be deployed for lethal, unpredictable sneak attacks, rendering his movements entirely unreadable to his enemies.
He silently reviewed the two abilities of the Right Leg Bone. The first was a passive, terrifyingly potent healing skill: "Wildfire Cannot Destroy the Grass, It Grows Again With the Spring Wind." It possessed the miraculous power to regenerate lost limbs and instantly close the most grievous, fatal wounds, drawing upon the endless vitality of the plant kingdom. The second ability was "Flight," granting silent, high-speed aerial movement that defied the restrictive laws of gravity.
Zhang Tian knew with utmost certainty that after absorbing and recondensing this artifact into the new form of the Blood Silver Emperor's Right Leg Spirit Bone using Ah Yin's current, profoundly elevated Blood Essence, these two abilities would undergo a massive, unimaginable evolution. Her foundation as a Level 97 Super Douluo would elevate the restorative power and flight speed to a realm approaching divine authority.
Furthermore, he planned to apply this exact same, rigorous conversion process to his Left Leg Spirit Bone. The Hundred Thousand Year Old artifact from the Thunder Hell Prison Vine possessed devastating, highly specialized abilities. He intended to perfectly condense this bone into his physical body by forging a Blood Covenant with a supremely powerful, Lightning Attribute Spirit Beast.
For now, he lacked a suitable, high-tier target for this specific contract, but he fully intended to ask his dear lover, Jin Xi, the Emperor Auspicious Beast, for recommendations regarding a worthy, ancient lightning beast residing deep within the Star Dou Great Forest.
He reviewed the formidable abilities of his left leg. The first was the "Upgraded Thunder Hell Phantom Step." When activated, it allowed him to cover a distance of one hundred meters in a literal blink of an eye, granting near-instant reflexes. However, its true terror lay in the "lightning afterimages" it produced. The step left behind three solid, highly charged afterimages that persisted for five full seconds. These constructs were not mere visual illusions; they could independently attack enemies, wielding twenty percent of Zhang Tian's total, devastating power before dissipating into ozone.
The second ability was the "Static Field." This generated a localized, highly disruptive electromagnetic field with a thirty-meter radius. It was the ultimate countermeasure against the modern age. Within this field, all spirit tool functions were entirely disrupted, and the ambient spirit power sensing of any cultivator was severely interfered with. Enemy spirit tools would violently malfunction, navigational compasses would spin wildly, and communication devices would fail instantly. More importantly, hostile Spirit Masters became entirely unable to accurately sense spirit power levels within the field, causing all auras to appear heavily distorted and misleading. This chaotic suppression lasted for two full minutes, while Zhang Tian's own abilities, and the profound, organic network of his Blood Silver Grass, remained entirely unaffected.
He did not intend to begin the agonizing, highly delicate physical process of merging and converting these Spirit Bones with his body just yet; he would commence that extensive procedure later, once his preparations were perfect.
"You have provided me with a flawless tool, Goddess," Zhang Tian spoke, drawing his thoughts back to the present conversation within the misty domain. "However, I have one more request. A theoretical concept that requires your vast knowledge."
The Rakshasa Goddess raised an elegant eyebrow, floating lazily upon her dark throne of mist. "Speak your mind, mortal. We are close enough to talk casually about this matter."
"I require a technique…A special one," Zhang Tian stated, his voice ringing with ambitious clarity. "I want you to create, or perhaps retrieve from your vast archives, a technique that can help a high-tier Spirit Beast transform entirely, flawlessly into a human. But this cannot be the flawed, vulnerable transformation method currently mandated by the laws of the Douluo Continent, where a Hundred Thousand Year Old beast must seal its power and start over as a helpless child."
He began to outline the stringent, unprecedented parameters of his request. "This new technique must allow a Spirit Beast to retain its accumulated foundation. They should be able to instantly, naturally self-condense their own Spirit Rings depending directly on the specific age of their cultivation. For instance, a beast slightly over ten thousand years old should be able to seamlessly convert itself into a human Spirit Master possessing five perfectly configured Spirit Rings. A thirty-thousand-year-old beast should possess six rings, and so on and so forth, scaling precisely based on their ancient origin."
Zhang Tian continued, detailing the mechanics. "Their spirit rings should be physical, tangible manifestations of the innate abilities hidden within their bloodlines, and their own true, original beast body must serve as their Martial Spirit. Moreover, this profound transformation cannot be a permanent trap; they must retain the ability to smoothly transform back into their true, towering beast body at will for combat. And most importantly, when they are walking the continent in the guise of a human Spirit Master, their transformation ability must be so incredibly flawless that it actively fools the overarching laws of the Douluo Star. Not even the Plane Master should be able to identify their true origin as a Spirit Beast."
The Rakshasa Goddess fell entirely silent, her glowing eyes narrowing as she processed the staggering, reality-bending magnitude of his request. She hovered in the dark mist, genuinely thinking quite deeply about the intricacies of such a heaven-defying technique.
For a very long time, the spiritual sea was quiet, the only sound the faint, ethereal shifting of the holy light and the dark fog.
"You ask for a method to blindfold the very world you walk upon," the Rakshasa Goddess finally spoke, her tone devoid of its usual mockery, replaced by a serious, contemplative weight. "I must confess, Zhang Tian, I do not currently possess such a flawless, specific technique within my immediate, accessible divine collection. The laws governing the transformation of beasts are deeply ingrained in the foundational fabric of this specific lower realm."
She raised a hand, a swirl of violet energy dancing between her fingers. "However, the God Realm is vast, and it is connected to a myriad of diverse, ancient planes of existence. I firmly believe that one of the countless worlds under our distant dominion possesses exactly the kind of flawless, bidirectional transformation technique you describe. But to acquire it, I cannot rely on my fragmented consciousness here. I will need to alert my True Body residing in the God Realm about your highly specific request, and ask her to actively search the divine archives and the connected planes for such a technique."
Zhang Tian nodded deeply, a genuine smile of satisfaction touching his lips. He understood the complexities of divine bureaucracy and was more than willing to exercise patience for a prize of such monumental value.
"I thank you for your dedicated effort, Goddess," Zhang Tian bowed his head slightly. "I shall wait patiently for your True Body to acquire this knowledge. The transformation of this Douluo Star depends upon it."
With their profound, highly fruitful consultation concluded, Zhang Tian severed his mental connection. His consciousness surged backward, tearing rapidly through the ethereal veil, and snapped sharply back into his physical body.
He opened his eyes in the dimly lit, luxurious master chamber of Bibi Dong's private building. The Supreme Pontiff was still lying beside him on the massive bed, though her pink eyes were now open, watching him with a soft, deeply affectionate gaze. She had felt his presence within her spiritual sea, though she had respectfully kept her own consciousness dormant, allowing him to converse freely with the dark deity.
Bibi Dong shifted her voluptuous, naked body closer to him, wrapping her slender arms around his waist and resting her cheek against his broad chest. The sheer, overwhelming power and the brilliant intellect of the man she loved filled her with a profound sense of security.
"You have been busy, Husband," Bibi Dong murmured, her voice a sultry, sleep-laced whisper. "I could understand the reason behind your conversation with that Rakshasa Goddess. You seek to completely rewrite the laws of beast transformation."
"I seek to build a world where Jin Xi's subjects and other Spirit Beasts do not have to constantly look over their shoulders, Dong'er," Zhang Tian replied gently, running his hand through her soft, lilac hair. He wrapped his arm around her bare shoulders, pulling her warmth against him. "And to achieve this grand integration, I will eventually need your vast, unparalleled influence."
He looked down into her beautiful, devoted eyes. "Not just that but rather ince I have thoroughly refined these new techniques—the Human Spirit Bone Condensation Method and the Origin Blood Resonance Pact—I intend to spread them across the entire continent. But I cannot do it alone. I will need your direct, sweeping assistance in disseminating these methods to all Spirit Masters through your supreme status as the Pontiff of the Spirit Hall."
Zhang Tian outlined his cautious, highly methodical strategy. "But we cannot release this knowledge to the public yet. I must first analyze and meticulously deal with any possible, unforeseen issues. I will initiate a comprehensive testing phase by having several willing, carefully vetted volunteers from the common populace of my Crimson Zenith City try out these techniques for a few months. I need to strictly observe the process, to find if the bloodline merging causes some hidden, detrimental issues to the human meridians, or if the resulting spirit bones possess any latent instability."
Bibi Dong listened intently, entirely captivated by his visionary planning. She pressed her soft, heavy breasts against his chest, her naked body cuddling intimately with him in the quiet morning light.
"I will support your plan whenever you are ready, Husband," Bibi Dong whispered, her tone filled with unyielding, romantic devotion. She traced patterns on his chest with her delicate fingers. "The entire infrastructure and network of the Spirit Hall will be entirely at your disposal. You only need to give the word."
Zhang Tian smiled, pressing a deep, lingering kiss to her forehead. "I knew I could rely on my beautiful Supreme Pontiff."
Over the course of the next few months, the sprawling, heavily fortified expanse of Crimson Zenith City became the epicenter of a quiet, revolutionary, and highly secretive movement. Zhang Tian transitioned from theoretical planning to rigorous, physical execution.
The first crucial step of his ambitious project required willing, highly suitable Spirit Beasts. He could not rely on the terrifying, apex predators of the Star Dou Great Forest for these initial, delicate trials. He needed younger, more manageable beasts.
Through Bibi Dong's sweeping, unquestionable authority, he gained exclusive, unrestricted access to several heavily stocked Spirit Hunting Forests that were firmly under the direct jurisdiction of the Spirit Hall. He bypassed the usual bureaucratic channels and personally ventured into these enclosed, vibrant ecosystems. Over the course of the first month, he carefully, peacefully acquired dozens of healthy, vibrant Hundred Year Old Spirit Beasts and resilient Thousand Year Old Spirit Beasts, selecting a diverse array of species that represented various elemental affinities.
He did not capture them using brutal traps or overwhelming force. Instead, Zhang Tian utilized the profound, soothing aura of his Life Spirit Energy to effortlessly gain the innate trust of these wild creatures. The pure, emerald light acted as a universal language of comfort. Once they were calm, he initiated deep, empathetic communication with them, bridging the gap between species by using his pure, Limit Douluo-level Mental Energy to gently interface with their nascent, rudimentary Mental Energy. He patiently made them understand his words, conveying his intentions not of slaughter, but of a sacred, mutually beneficial partnership.
He offered them a path to accelerated growth and guaranteed protection. In exchange, they would willingly provide a drop of their core Blood Essence and sign the Origin Blood Resonance Pact with carefully selected human partners.
Finding human volunteers in Crimson Zenith City was the easiest part of the entire endeavor.
Zhang Tian had deliberately put out a discreet, highly enticing summons among the lower-ranked, commoner Spirit Masters residing within his thriving province. He had publicly promised to provide a miraculous, safe method to help them acquire their very own, genuine Spirit Bone.
For these ordinary, struggling common people—men and women who possessed meager talent and virtually zero chance of ever gathering the immense wealth required to purchase a spirit bone, let alone the martial strength to hunt a high-tier beast to secure one—this offer was literally akin to a golden pie falling directly from the sky.
They immediately, frantically signed up for the trials in droves. They harbored no suspicions or fears of deception. They knew deeply in their hearts that their revered Lord Marquis, Zhang Tian, was a highly benevolent, profoundly brilliant man who consistently provided massive, life-altering benefits to his people. He was celebrated across the north as a great, unparalleled inventor. He had not just created and widely distributed many different, highly affordable types of everyday Spirit Tools in the last many years, revolutionizing their quality of life, but he had also successfully spread the miraculous method of Self-Condensing Spirit Rings just a year or so ago. That specific innovation had already saved countless commoner lives by removing the need for perilous hunting expeditions.
They firmly felt that this new 'Spirit Bone' initiative must also be something similarly miraculous, benevolent, and entirely safe. And they were more or less entirely correct in their blind faith.
For the next few grueling, highly productive months, the secure, expansive underground training grounds of the Marquis's estate were filled with focused activity.
Dozens of different types of low-level Spirit Masters, possessing a wide variety of beast and tool martial spirits, willingly signed the Origin Blood Resonance Pact with their carefully matched Spirit Beast partners. Under Zhang Tian's meticulous, overbearing supervision, they diligently utilized the complex, agonizing circulation routes of the Human Spirit Bone Condensation Method to slowly, painstakingly refine the shared Blood Essence, working to create their own, personalized Spirit Bones within their designated skeletal slots.
Zhang Tian was a relentless, perfectionist overseer. He dedicated hours every single day to closely, critically monitoring the progress of every single volunteer. He continuously activated his glowing Purple Demon Eyes, piercing through flesh and bone to observe the microscopic, energetic flow within their bodies. He used his vast Mental Energy to constantly test the deep, elemental compatibility of the foreign Blood Essence interacting with the humans' native Martial Spirits. He meticulously measured the structural density and the growing power of the newly forming Spirit Bone with respect to the specific cultivation age of that contracted Spirit Beast, noting every minute fluctuation and potential instability.
The detailed, empirical results gathered across these last few months were nothing short of miraculous.
The ordinary commoners who had successfully acquired these self-condensed Spirit Bones experienced a breathtaking elevation in their martial prowess. Through his rigorous analysis, Zhang Tian confirmed that despite contracting with mere Hundred Year or low-tier Thousand Year Old beasts, the resulting artifacts currently possessed the raw, structural power and energetic density completely equivalent to that of authentic, naturally formed Thousand Year Old Spirit Bones.
Their physical bodies received a massive, highly noticeable enhancement in strength, agility, and durability. Furthermore, the specific abilities naturally generated by these self-condensed Spirit Bones proved to be flawlessly, perfectly compatible with the users' fighting styles and inherent elemental affinities. Because the bone was forged from living, resonating essence rather than a dead remnant, the users exhibited an incredibly high, intuitive control over these new abilities, wielding them with a remarkably very low, highly efficient cost to their internal Spirit Power reserves.
The benefits for the animal partners were equally, if not more, astounding.
The contracted Spirit Beasts, tethered to the explosive, rapid cultivation cycles of their human partners, had grown very, very rapidly. The continuous, sympathetic exchange of the human Spirit Master's refined Blood Essence had changed their internal biology slightly, accelerating their evolution. Most shockingly, the pact made them significantly more intelligent. A profound, highly accelerated Spiritual Awakening occurred within their ancient bloodlines.
Zhang Tian observed a rather ordinary, Thousand Year Old Gale Wolf that had contracted with an agility-system scout. Within two months of the pact, the wolf displayed a level of tactical cunning, emotional depth, and raw intelligence completely equivalent to that of a typical, ancient Ten Thousand Year Old Spirit Beast. It communicated complex emotions, understood intricate commands, and demonstrated a profound loyalty to its human.
Well, in any case, this was a very, very good thing. It proved his grand integration theory was not only viable, but wildly successful. Moreover, his extensive data confirmed a crucial behavioral variable: if the Contracted Spirit Beast lived closely together with the Spirit Master it had contracted—sharing the same living space, training grounds, and daily experiences—their mutual growth rate was exponentially high compared to those test subjects who chose to live apart from their beasts in separate enclosures. Cohabitation bred unparalleled synergy.
During one specific evaluation session, a young, burly blacksmith named Kael, who possessed a Heavy Iron Hammer martial spirit, stood panting in the training yard. He had contracted with a robust, Thousand Year Old Earth-Armored Bear.
"Lord Marquis," Kael spoke, his voice filled with deep, trembling reverence as he flexed his newly enhanced right arm. A faint, earthy glow pulsed beneath his skin where his new Spirit Bone resided. "The density... it is incredible. When I channel my spirit power into the hammer now, the bone automatically reinforcing my swing makes the weapon feel completely weightless, yet the impact force has tripled. And old Gruff here," Kael patted the massive, armored bear sitting peacefully beside him, "he seems to have grown smarter and is able anticipate my strikes before I even swing. He also has a good tacit understanding with me and when we fight together, he moves to cover my blind spots instinctively."
Zhang Tian nodded, his Purple Demon Eyes glowing faintly as he recorded the data. "The resonance is stabilizing perfectly, Kael. The Earth-Armored Bear's inherent strength have successfully bonded with your offensive intent. Continue your daily circulation exercises."
"Yes, My Lord! Thank you, My Lord!" Kael bowed deeply, genuine tears of gratitude in his eyes, before leading his massive, surprisingly docile bear companion out of the testing arena.
Throughout these grueling months of continuous, high-stakes experimentation, another distinct presence constantly hovered in the periphery of Zhang Tian's daily routine.
Xiao Wu, the vivacious, long-legged rabbit girl who had been entirely conquered and forced to serve as one of Zhang Tian's personal, dedicated maids, observed the proceedings with a complex, heavily conflicted heart.
She stood near the edge of the testing grounds, holding a silver tray laden with refreshing spirit-fruits and cool water for her master. She was dressed in the highly degrading, incredibly sexy modern clothing that Zhang Tian demanded she wear—a remarkably tight, pale pink crop top that aggressively pushed her developing cleavage upward, paired with incredibly short, dark shorts that flawlessly showed off the entire, breathtaking length of her long, beautiful, porcelain legs. Her smooth, toned midriff was entirely bare, drawing the eye directly to the glittering, silver navel piercing she had been forced to endure, a permanent mark of her servitude.
Xiao Wu watched as the fearsome Lord of the North gently, patiently healed a strained volunteer, speaking to the massive, armored bear with a calm, benevolent tone.
She was deeply, profoundly surprised. She had known Zhang Tian was a monster of unparalleled strength and ruthless ambition. Yet, she had watched him single-handedly invent and generously distribute the methods to create Self-Condensing Spirit Rings just a year or so ago, saving countless beasts from the slaughter. And now, witnessing him tirelessly creating and refining methods to safely condense Spirit Bones in a way that would actively cause the humans and Spirit Beasts to not only abandon their ancient enmity, but to actually become closer, devoted allies, she felt a profound, shaking shift in her worldview.
She let out a soft, highly conflicted sigh, her rabbit ears drooping slightly against her long, braided hair. She had, by this time, reluctantly realized that perhaps being forced into becoming his maid was something that was actually a very, very fortunate thing for her to do. If she had remained in the wild, or if she had stayed foolishly defiant against his empire, she might have been crushed by the shifting tides of the continent. Here, under his terrifying shadow, she was safe, and she was witnessing the dawn of a peaceful era for her kind.
She did occasionally, deeply think about her beloved 'Third Brother'. She missed the innocent, protective bond she shared with Tang San as his sworn sister and, in the quiet corners of her heart, as his hopeful lover.
But Xiao Wu was not foolish. She possessed the sharp survival instincts of a hundred-thousand-year-old beast. She knew intimately that Zhang Tian was simply too overwhelmingly powerful. He possessed far too many miraculous methods, an intellect that defied the heavens, and an influence that currently commanded the entire northern half of the continent. She felt a crushing, undeniable certainty that unless her Third Brother somehow miraculously became a true, omnipotent god—and she currently had absolutely no idea about Tang San undergoing the legendary Sea God Trials far across the ocean at all—with Zhang Tian's terrifying methods, his raw power, and his unyielding ambition... it would be fundamentally, entirely impossible for Tang San to ever win a confrontation against him.
Faced with this crushing, logical reality, Xiao Wu had thoroughly, completely submitted to Zhang Tian's authority. She no longer harbored thoughts of escape or rebellion.
Well... Zhang Tian didn't care much for her internal, romantic tragedies. He treated her exactly as her station demanded. She was his maid, and she naturally did all sorts of highly intimate, degrading things for him. She dutifully warmed his massive bed with her soft, fragrant body before he retired. She obediently wore the sexy, exposing clothing that showed off her cleavage and her long legs, allowing him to casually, aggressively mess with her body. He would frequently grope her budding breasts, slap her curvy buttocks as she walked past, or pull her onto his lap to forcefully kiss her, thoroughly enjoying the soft, trembling submission of her form.
However, despite the constant, highly erotic teasing and the heavy physical liberties he took with her body, he had not yet taken the final step. He had deliberately, patiently refrained from having fucked her pussy yet.
Well, Zhang Tian fully planned to violently, ruthlessly fuck her tight pussy very, very soon.
But he was a man who appreciated the finest, most exquisite forms of psychological torture. He was deliberately waiting for a very specific technological breakthrough.
One of his dedicated Blood Silver Mirage Clones—the specific fragment of his consciousness that was at all times sequestered in the engineering labs, tirelessly researching and upgrading the different types of Spirit Tools—was currently working on a monumental update. The clone was diligently attempting to modify the Communication Spirit Tool to function much like a highly advanced 'Smartphone' equipped with high-speed internet from his original, modern world.
The clone was incredibly close to properly, flawlessly creating real-time Video Call technology within the Communication Spirit Tool. By modifying the intricate connective arrays inside the jade casing, utilizing the vast, invisible network of ambient Spirit Power that blanketed the continent as a carrier wave, the devices would soon be able to transmit high-definition, moving visual images alongside the audio. He planned on seamlessly, secretly adding this revolutionary software update to all the currently active Communication Spirit Tools across the world in the coming weeks.
Zhang Tian sat back in his observation chair, a dark, incredibly wicked smirk touching his lips as he watched Xiao Wu walk toward him with the silver tray, her hips swaying submissively.
It would be unimaginably, profoundly entertaining to finally spread her long, beautiful legs and brutally take her virginity, making her scream and cry out in sheer, overwhelming pleasure, all while she is on a forced, high-definition Video Call with Tang San, forcing the boy to watch his dear lover be thoroughly ruined by the man he hated most in the world.
"More wine, Xiao Wu," Zhang Tian ordered smoothly, his icy blue eyes gleaming with dark anticipation as the rabbit girl obediently knelt before him to pour his drink.
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