"Greetings, Your Majesty!" Palace guards in Dragon Armor knelt before me. "Rise," I commanded Tushi and the others. Trailing behind, Xiandao nearly fainted from fear. I'm done for. He'd thought I was an immortal playing emperor in the mortal realm, but glancing at the guards, he nearly collapsed. In the Immortal Realm, cultivation ranks were Immortal, Spirit Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, Golden Immortal, and Great Golden Immortal, each split into low, mid, and high tiers.
Xiandao noticed the weakest guards were Heavenly Immortals, with a dozen at Golden Immortal level. Scanning my "sisters-in-law," he saw their lowest was Golden Immortal, the strongest likely Great Golden Immortal. He didn't know I'd used every elixir, even the Source of Life, to skyrocket their power. The tens of thousands here had surged, with Tushi and Mengba, aided by Flying Dragon Divine Pills, reaching late Tier 4 martial strength. As for Duo'er Duo and her girls? My "diligent plowing" ensured their rapid rise.
Even the Immortal Realm's Lord couldn't match this grandeur. And they called me "Majesty." Could it be… Xiandao dared not think further. He assumed I was hiding in this secret wilderness, plotting rebellion against the Immortal Lord, Emperor Ling, to claim the throne. He feared I'd silence him. My scenic introductions fell on deaf ears. He wrongly blamed me—calling me "Majesty" was just easier than "God" or other clunky titles. It sounded better.
Xiandao's habit didn't register, but his distraction did. "What's on your mind?" I asked. Snapping back, he stammered, "Nothing, just lost in the scenery." I knew he was lying but led everyone into the palace without pressing.
Xiandao exhaled, his back soaked in cold sweat. Worrying myself sick. He "admired" his luck. If my plans leaked, he'd be implicated—Hongchizi and Fengchenzi heard him call me "Senior Brother." Played too big. Bitterness choked him.
In the grand hall, I took the dragon throne, Duo'er Duo and Duo'er Hua flanking me, each with three former maids behind. "Sit," I gestured to a bench for Xiandao.
"Spill it. What'd you steal to get them chasing you?" I asked the seated Xiandao.
Here it comes. Xiandao's heart sank. With his power, he won't care for my hard-stolen manual, right? If he does, I'm screwed. He schemed to offer a top-grade artifact instead. He's plotting rebellion—artifacts are what he needs. A manual might not tempt me. Decided, he cautiously handed a stolen jade slip—coveted by immortals—to a maid, who passed it to me.
What the hell? This finger-sized, unremarkable jade was the prize immortals fought over? Staring at the slip, I was dumbfounded. Xiandao watched nervously, praying I'd find it useless or incomprehensible, like him. Hope he thinks it's trash.
I fiddled, clueless on usage. "This is what you all fight for? How's it work?" I asked Xiandao. He nearly laughed, relieved I was as stumped as him, but quickly sobered. With his power, he's testing me. Seeing my frown, he feared I'd dissect him for answers. "Focus your cultivation force on the slip's small hole to see inside," he said.
Cultivation force? No clue, but mental focus I got. I poured my vast spirit into the slip's hole. Sure enough, obscure texts, formulas, and unfamiliar terms appeared. Back when I explored my potential, I'd ordered my men to collect Taoist cultivation texts. Most were ancient, incomplete, and useless beyond basic body training. I'd devoured Taoist classics but lacked cultivation basics, so while I grasped meanings, their purpose eluded me. Whatever. Memorize first. If immortals fought for it, it had value. I'd study it later.
Returning the slip, I said, "Got more cultivation manuals or formulas? Let's see." Xiandao, thrilled I didn't keep the precious slip, tucked it into his Qiankun belt, unbothered by my commanding tone. Eagerly, he offered Godhand Sect's collected manuals from various sects, passing them to me.
He figured if I didn't care for the Heavenly God Technique, these "mid-tier" manuals—once treasures to him—wouldn't interest me. If he wants them, fine. Maybe he'll let me go. Hope rekindled, he dove back into the Heavenly God Technique while I studied his offerings.
The Heavenly God Technique, legend said, was crafted by an immortal who surpassed Great Golden Immortal, defeating over four hundred peers single-handedly before vanishing. His jade slip somehow reached a mortal, then a cultivator, who couldn't fathom its wonders due to low skill. Passed to an immortal sect elder, its leak sparked a realm-wide brawl. Godhand Sect's Xiandao stole it. Had Hongchizi not recognized him, no one would've traced it. Only Godhand's "Qiankun Great Shift" could pilfer from another's storage belt, leading to the chase.
These "lesser" manuals greatly enriched me, their diverse, precise formulas filling gaps in my cultivation knowledge. I was hooked. We lost track of time, engrossed, until guards lit the palace's high-crystal lamps. Glancing out, we saw night had fallen.
Xiandao grinned sheepishly. I waved it off, munching on Dragon Court Star and Dragon God Star's native fruits, handed by a maid, while reading. "Rest," I told Xiandao, sending a maid to guide him. Seeing no killing intent, he followed, relieved. As long as I live.
"Husband, what's got you so engrossed?" Duo'er Hua's silky arms slid over my shoulders, her voice soft against my back. Pulling her into my lap, I kissed her luscious lips until she gasped for air. "This is good stuff—immortal cultivation formulas, different from the magic I taught you," I said.
"Which is stronger?" she asked, big eyes blinking. Tough question. "They're equal. It's about the cultivator. At the peak, any formula works the same. The difference is in mastering power's application. Don't worry—my magic skips the heavenly tribulations immortals face."
"Oh," she nodded, half-getting it. "Play with your sister these days, but don't slack on training. I need to study these formulas," I said, patting her round hips. "Mmm," she purred, tossing a sultry glance, then left with her maids.
For three days, I buried myself in these wondrous formulas. Unlike magic, their power fascinated me. Know your enemy, know yourself. My Taoist studies helped, and for unclear parts, I grilled Xiandao. A Golden Immortal, he'd climbed from the cultivation world, knowing formulas inside out.
Xiandao, to survive, spilled everything. He didn't peg me as a novice—my strength was undeniable. He assumed I'd trained in a different system, divergent from the Immortal Realm's. If he knew I was a Dragon, ruling the cosmos, he'd get it.
With this mindset, he saw my "Majesty" title as natural—a cultivation emperor. His survival hopes soared.
Four days to fully grasp these slips. Only then did I understand magic versus Taoist cultivation and immortal arts. At their peak, both mastered universal energies, harnessing external forces for combat. Magic had attributes; cultivation did too. Cultivation's energy techniques were more varied, but in raw power, a mage might edge out an immortal of equal rank. Mages simplified—attack and defense spells—mastering their single attribute. Cultivators, like me, were multi-attribute, refining external energies into their bodies, with light elements dominant for immortals, dark for demonic cultivators. Unlike the Sky Dragon Empire's God and Demon Clans, who wielded single energies.
Magic was safer. Cultivation's energy refining expelled "impure" energies, accumulating spatial imbalances that triggered heavenly tribulations. Magic's edge lay in simplicity, but its single-attribute focus risked counters by opposing elements unless your energy vastly outmatched. Crucially, cultivators, at the immortal stage, shattered their nascent soul, merging with their body, boosting all attributes—mirroring magic's starting point.
Realizing this, I was glad I'd trained single attributes separately, not wasting energies like cultivators. My rare full-attribute nature let me wield what I called "cosmic energy." I am the cosmos, the cosmos is me. At full power, I merged with the universe, my body's energy a mere fragment.
These cultivation formulas clarified energy manipulation. "Junior Brother, I need a favor. Teach my guards Immortal Realm spells. No problem, right?"
"Of course not," Xiandao agreed. Under his roof, I bow. "But they haven't cultivated—"
I cut him off. "I know. Just teach the spell formulas." I'd tested this—my guards, juiced with the Source of Life and divine treasures, skipped cultivation's basics. Their spells, while not pure immortal force, worked fine.
I secluded myself for days, refining my Dragon Armor and Demon God Gear. Magic enchantments on my armor faded fast, unlike immortal arrays. Using heavenly fire, I melted the armor, adding materials swiped from Xiandao, embedding three top defensive and three offensive arrays from the Heavenly God Technique. How can I use it? Easy. I'm me. Its language was tough, but mastery was universal. I didn't need its formulas—just its energy techniques. My cosmic energy dwarfed theirs—why settle for less? Arrays? If you've got the power, they're yours.
Three days in, I not only sorted my learnings but reforged armor for myself, Duo'er Duo's eight girls, Tushi, and Mengba, each with three attack and defense arrays. The new Dragon Armor glowed softly, rivaling immortal armor. Only flaw? It needed light, metal, and water attributes to meld into the body like immortal armor.
Emerging, I found Duo'er Duo's eight girls waiting anxiously. Their furrowed brows relaxed. Something's up?
"What's wrong, my loves?" I kissed them, joking, "Worried for your dear husband? Look, I'm fine." I handed out their new armor from my ring.
"It's not that," Duo'er Duo said, playfully punching me, then explained the past days' events.
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