CHAPTER 117: CHAPTER 117 -FENG LIANHUA’S BREAKTHROUGH

’!’

Chen felt the revelation hit him like a physical blow.

His bronze eyes blazed with a mixture of disbelief and growing rage as the scout’s earlier words took on new meaning.

’Even other Great Vehicle cultivators serve him?’ The thought was acid in his mind, eating away at the comfortable assumptions his hidden master had fed him. ’The chosen one of heaven, reduced to... to what? A minor footnote in that old man’s story!?’

His fists clenched involuntarily, the artifact at his waist pulsing with calming energy, but even that ancient tool struggled against the tide of frustrated ambition and wounded pride threatening to overwhelm him.

The air around Chen began to shimmer with barely contained killing intent, his cultivation base fluctuating as emotion warred with the artifact’s influence.

’!’

"Urgh..." Chen’s breath caught in his throat, not from fear of the blade, but from the crushing realization of his own inadequacy.

’I couldn’t sense him.’

One moment Zhang Wuji stood thirty feet away, the next his sword—still sheathed—rested against Chen’s neck with surgical precision. The scabbard’s edge pressed against the young master’s throat just firmly enough to make his pulse flutter against the leather.

The thought was more terrifying than the weapon itself.

He had been watching, his senses enhanced by artifacts and training, his cultivation at Soul Formation Realm making him one of the most dangerous individuals in the lower realm.

And yet Zhang Wuji had moved through his perception like smoke through a net.

"You could have just died right now, boy. Be grateful you are master’s grandson," Zhang Wuji said quietly, his voice carrying no threat because none was needed.

Chen’s body went rigid, every muscle locked in place by the realization of death.

Even his hidden master’s artifact couldn’t completely suppress the primal recognition of a predator at his throat. It was as if even the immortal was recognizing the sharpness of the blade hidden within that scabbard.

Now it rested at the perfect position to sever Chen’s jugular with a single draw-cut, the leather warm against skin that had gone pale with sudden understanding.

When Zhang Wuji spoke again, his voice carried the weight of absolute authority. "Control that bloodthirst, boy. If you don’t want me to cut off your head."

’Th-this utter fool!’ Yu Xiang felt her eyes widen, realizing what Zhao Chen had just done. She clenched her fist, closed her eyes, and controlled her expression, knowing the truth: the family politics of royalty were complicated, and Chen’s relation with his grandfather was not good at all.

’That old man will definitely judge me now.’ Her eyes looked down as she thought about how that old man—the emperor, to be exact, with his white beard and all—would clearly not pay much attention to her, since she was accompanying Zhao Chen, who clearly seemed ill-disposed toward the emperor.

"I understand," Chen said, his voice barely above a whisper. His body slowly relaxed, the killing intent dissipating like morning mist as the artifact’s influence finally reasserted itself.

Zhang Wuji held the position for one more heartbeat, then stepped back with fluid grace, his sword returning to its normal position at his side before he uttered, "Follow me and... who might you be?"

He glanced toward a mortal, clearly someone with a crippled dantian, standing and trembling—confused why a mortal was here.

"I-I am Zhao Wuji."

’...’ Zhang Wuji had no words; he just blinked before turning away. Given the title Zhao, it was clear this man had some relation to the emperor. So he didn’t speak further, only saying, "Follow, but don’t try to emit menace. Next time, I will not stop."

And even with that threat, Zhao Chen could do nothing except nod and say, "I understand."

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DING!

[System Alert: Protagonist’s Composure Destabilized - Favorability Shift Detected]

[Achievement Unlocked: "Cracking the Chosen One" - By exposing Zhao Chen’s emotional vulnerabilities in front of key allies (including potential love interest Yu Xiang), you have caused the protagonist to lose 15% composure. His plot armor weakens as doubt creeps in.]

[Reward: 500 Fate Points - Automatically converted to 500 Harem Points (System Currency). Current Balance: 3,700 Harem Points]

[Secondary Effect: Heroine Yu Xiang’s Favorability Toward Protagonist Decreased by 10% (From 75% to 65%). Her impression of you as a ’wise and commanding figure’ increases subtly.]

[Bonus Achievement: "Sowing Seeds of Doubt" - Yu Xiang now views you as a potential superior ally. Favorability Toward Host: +5% (Current: 15% - Neutral Curiosity).]

[Reward: 300 Fate Points - Converted to 300 Harem Points. Current Balance: 4,000 Harem Points]

[System Note: Continued manipulation of the protagonist’s social circle may unlock "Destiny Thief" path - Steal his fated encounters for exponential rewards.]

The notifications cascaded across my vision as I stood slowly from my seated position, the system’s rewards confirming what my senses had already picked up: Zhao Chen was cracking, his "chosen one" arrogance fracturing under the weight of reality.

And Yu Xiang—that woman with her sharp mind and hidden ambitions—was starting to see him for the fool he was.

’Yu Xiang... was it?’ I mused internally, recalling her clearly as a setup by Zhao Wuji—my ungrateful crippled son.

At least he did a good job setting up a heroine and bringing her here.

But observing her body language, it was certain—I could tell she was an ambitious woman.

But again...

The system marked her as a heroine—probably one of Chen’s fated conquests in the original story.

So it was clear that being a heroine didn’t necessarily mean having the characteristics of a positive side.

As for how she truly was, personally—I needed to check her thoroughly.

"Umhn... Hnn..."

A soft whimper pulled me back to the present.

Feng trembled in my lap, her voluptuous body wrapped around me. Her pale blue eyes were closed in concentration (or perhaps ecstasy), her thick thighs locked tightly around my waist, wide hips resting on my cock.

My hands supported her plump ass, fingers sinking into the soft, fertile flesh as she rode me slowly—her slick pussy walls clenched around my 9-inch cock, thick and veined, buried to the hilt inside her.

She was warm, wet, and impossibly tight, her inner muscles fluttering with each subtle shift, milking me even as she tried to focus on her cultivation breakthrough.

Feng’s massive breasts pressed against my chest, heavy and full, her nipples hard points rubbing against me with each breath.

She was close—so close—to breaking through to Void Returning Realm, but our intimate dual cultivation was both helping and hindering her focus.

"We need to leave this place soon," I murmured, my voice low and commanding, one hand squeezing her ass cheek possessively while the other traced her spine. "Is it still not done?"

Feng’s eyes remained closed, her body shuddering as my cock twitched inside her, filling her completely. Her pussy walls contracted involuntarily, quivering like a heartbeat, hot juices trickling down my shaft and balls.

"I... I cannot focus," she gasped, her voice breathy and strained, hips rocking slightly despite herself. "You already know... how can someone focus with that thing tearing me down, filling me up?"

I chuckled darkly, thrusting up gently to emphasize her point—my thick cockhead pressing against her deepest spots, making her whimper and clench harder. "Then what to do?"

Slowly, she retreated her head, opening her pale blue eyes to lock onto mine.

They were hazy with lust and determination, her full lips parted as she panted. One hand rested on my shoulder for support, the other tracing my chest. "I want to break through," she whispered, voice husky. "Make me."

I shook my head, a teasing smile playing on my lips, but inwardly, I was already activating the system’s options.

’System, enhance dual cultivation mode for breakthrough assistance. Convert 500 Harem Points to Vitality Infusion - Target: Feng Lianhua. Amplify pleasure-to-qi conversion by 200%.’

[Command Accepted: Dual Cultivation Enhancement Activated]

[500 Harem Points Deducted. Current Balance: 3,500]

[Effect: Partner’s breakthrough potential increased by 300%. Pleasure signals converted directly to qi refinement. Estimated time to Soul Formation: 15 minutes]

[Bonus: Infinite Stamina active for Host. Pleasure Amplification x2 for partner]

"But listen, wife." I looked into her eyes and gave a small peck on her lips as she seemed confused. I slowly turned her and let her fall onto the bed, with my elbow supporting me as I lay between her legs.

I definitely needed some returns for investing so much effort, and that return would come in the form of my request: "After reaching the ceiling of the breakthrough, you must stop there for a few seconds, as I need to catch an ambitious fish, okay?"

"Umh... hmm... I will do my best, now please do it."