Chapter 155: Chapter 155 – Shocking Son of Heaven

Chen’s face went through a series of expressions – confusion, realization, and finally a dark flush of anger as the implications of the position became clear—Something that just a man could understand.

He didn’t fully understand the vulgar suggestion, but he could sense that he was being deliberately provoked.

“Do you see?” Tianlong asked softly, his voice carrying just enough mockery to make Chen’s fists clench.

The young master’s bronze eyes blazed with fury, but he remained frozen in place, caught between his desire to lash out and his master’s warnings about maintaining stability after his breakthrough.

Yu Xiang, still kneeling before Tianlong, slowly took a lotus position as instructed. Her eyes fluttered closed as she tried to center herself for cultivation, though the heat of his presence so close above her made concentration difficult.

“Start cultivating,” Tianlong commanded gently, his hand coming to rest on the crown of her head. “I will help.”

The spiritual energy that began flowing from his touch was unlike anything Yu Xiang had ever experienced – warm, pure, and carrying undertones that made her entire body tingle with awareness.

The spiritual energy flowing from Tianlong’s touch was intoxicating, but Yu Xiang found her concentration wavering as his hand began to move.

What had started as a gentle palm resting on her crown slowly shifted, his fingers threading through her violet-black hair with an intimacy that made her breath hitch.

“Focus,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her entire body. “Let the energy flow naturally.”

But even as she tried to center herself, she could feel his other hand beginning to descend.

His fingertips traced along her shoulder blade, then lower, following the curve of her spine through the silk of her robes.

’This isn’t… this isn’t normal cultivation assistance,’ she thought, her violet eyes fluttering beneath closed lids.

Yet the spiritual energy he was channeling into her was undeniably powerful, already beginning to loosen the bottlenecks in her meridians.

Zhao Chen watched from his position several feet away, his bronze eyes narrowing as he observed the increasingly intimate contact. Something dark and possessive twisted in his chest as Tianlong’s hand continued its downward journey.

“What exactly are you doing?” Chen’s voice carried a dangerous edge, his newly stabilized cultivation beginning to fluctuate with his rising anger.

Tianlong’s crimson eyes never left Chen’s face as his hand reached Yu Xiang’s lower back. “I told you – helping her cultivate. This requires precise meridian manipulation.”

His fingers pressed against specific acupoints through her robes, and Yu Xiang couldn’t suppress a soft gasp as unfamiliar sensations coursed through her body.

The spiritual energy was doing something to her – awakening pathways that had been dormant, but also igniting a heat that had nothing to do with qi circulation.

“Relax,” Tianlong instructed, his voice taking on that same tender tone he used with his wives. “Let me guide the flow.”

Chen’s hands clenched into fists as he watched his grandfather’s touch become increasingly bold.

The way Yu Xiang trembled beneath those roving fingers, the flush spreading across her cheeks, the soft sounds escaping her lips – it all painted a picture that had nothing to do with legitimate cultivation techniques.

“This is improper,” Chen snarled, taking a step forward despite his master’s warnings echoing in his mind.

But then Tianlong’s hand moved again, and Chen felt his blood freeze in his veins.

The Emperor’s palm settled on Yu Xiang’s abdomen, his fingers splaying possessively across her lower belly.

Through the thin silk of her robes, his touch was brazenly reached down where an inch down or he will touch her clit, his middle finger tracing deliberate circles that made her body arch involuntarily.

“The lower dantian requires special attention,” Tianlong explained with mock sincerity, his finger pressing deeper, the fabric pulling taut as he rubbed slow, deliberate patterns. “Feel how the energy gathers here.”

Yu Xiang’s eyes snapped open, violet orbs wide with shock and confusion as his touch sent lightning through her core. “E-Emperor, this is…”

But her protest died in her throat as his finger moved lower still, tracing along the curve of her hip before settling directly above her most intimate area.

Even through the layers of silk and undergarments, his touch was unmistakably sexual, his middle finger rubbing against her mound with slow, purposeful pressure.

“What are you doing?!” Chen’s roar echoed across the platform as rage consumed his rational thought.

The sight of Yu Xiang trembling beneath his grandfather’s touch, her face flushed and eyes glazed with unwilling pleasure, shattered the last of his self-control.

The woman he’d debased himself for, the woman who’d promised him her cultivation and her body, was being fondled like a common whore while he watched helplessly.

Spiritual energy exploded from Chen’s form as his emotions overrode his cultivation stability.

The Peak Core Formation power he’d just achieved began to fluctuate wildly, his qi cycling out of control as fury poisoned his spiritual channels.

“Get your hands off her!” he screamed, charging forward with reckless abandon.

But his newly advanced cultivation base couldn’t handle the sudden surge of chaotic energy. His meridians, still adjusting to their enhanced capacity, began to tear under the pressure of his uncontrolled rage.

Crack.

The sound of something snapping inside his spiritual core made Chen stumble mid-charge.

His eyes went wide with horror as he felt his cultivation base convulsing, the carefully balanced energy of his breakthrough turning toxic in his system.

“Gah!” Blood sprayed from his lips as his qi violently reversed course, tearing through his meridians like molten metal. The backlash hit him with the force of a landslide, sending him crashing to his knees.

“ARGGHHH!” Chen’s agonized scream filled the air as his body convulsed. More blood poured from his mouth, his bronze eyes rolling back as waves of excruciating pain coursed through his spiritual network.

Meanwhile, Yu Xiang remained frozen in her kneeling position, Tianlong’s hand still pressed intimately against her lower abdomen.

She could feel his finger continuing its maddening circles even as Chen writhed in agony behind them, the casual indifference to the young master’s suffering somehow more shocking than the improper touch itself.

“Tsk, tsk,” Tianlong clicked his tongue, finally lifting his gaze to observe Chen’s suffering. “I warned him about emotional instability after a breakthrough. Some people just don’t listen.”

His finger pressed deeper against Yu Xiang’s core, making her gasp and arch despite the horrific scene playing out nearby as She could feel the energy was indeed expanding her dantian but also felt his middle finger slowly sliding between her leg. “Now then, where were we?”

Chen’s cultivation base continued to tear itself apart, his breakthrough collapsing into a catastrophic reversal that left him bleeding and broken on the stone platform.

Yet through his pain-hazed vision, all he could see was Yu Xiang’s face – flushed with unwilling pleasure as the Emperor continued his intimate manipulation, completely ignoring the consequences of what his provocations had wrought.

The lesson was clear: in this world of absolute power, even righteous anger was a luxury Chen couldn’t afford.

[DING!]

[Chain Trigger: “Protagonist’s Mindbreak – Stage I”]

[Conditions met: Public humiliation, forced helplessness, perceived cuckolding, destabilized breakthrough, female target arousal witnessed by protagonist]

[Outcome: Immediate Fate Drain unlocked].

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