Dual Cultivation: I Summon Villainesses of Mythic Era

Chapter 109: Son, I value my life

*Domain of the Xuan Immortal Family... Residence of the Heir.*

The morning sunlight filtered through Xuan BaiShe’s private chamber, casting amber glows on the millennial spiritual wood furniture.

The young master sat in lotus position on his pedestal, his back perfectly straight. His breathing was slow, aligned with the deep rhythm of his Omega Heart pulsating steadily, filtering the surrounding celestial Qi to stabilize his cultivation base recently elevated to the Overlord stage.

Although the previous day’s banquet had been a social triumph, BaiShe allowed himself no relaxation. The memory of the languid kiss exchanged publicly with Elder Xia Fei still floated in his mind, but he remained somewhat nervous. For him, it was merely a successful maneuver to consolidate his influence over the Xia family and calm the woman’s doubts, but he knew he would have to face the repercussions sooner or later.

"Status."

The system’s translucent interface materialized instantly before his silver pupils.

[Name: Xuan BaiShe

[Age: 20 years

[Cultivation: Overlord (1st stage)

[Luck Points: 3600

[Next Invocation (Third Invocation): 25000 points]

BaiShe adjusted his monocle, his brows furrowing slightly.

’Three thousand six hundred points... the harvest was a failure with Huojin’s untimely death, just a few points here and there with Xia Fei and Ling’er... I suppose I’ll have to find a new fate target to corrupt quickly...’

"!!!"

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room changed radically. The sunlight seemed to darken.

A devouring shadow crept into every corner of the chamber. A spiritual pressure of suffocating density fell upon BaiShe’s shoulders, cracking the jade pedestal beneath him. It was the aura of a Heavenly Emperor, imbued with the law of Pride and the power of the Shadow Dragon.

The ebony door was blasted against the wall with a deafening crash. Xuan Sijin, the Matriarch of the Pride Clan, entered with imperial steps. Her long black hair floated like shadow serpents and her dark eyes burned with icy fury. Without a word, she raised her hand and a whip of black Qi lashed through the air.

"Wait! Mother!"

The impact was so violent that BaiShe was thrown against the opposite wall, shattering the precious woodwork. He had no time to recover before his mother was already upon him. She seized him by the collar of his silk robe and lifted him as if he weighed nothing, slamming him against the wall with a force that made his ribs groan.

’Damn it, I’m screwed...’

"Do you wish to break your engagement with Ming’er?" thundered Sijin, her voice vibrating with an authority that shook the pavilion’s foundations.

BaiShe, his face pale and a trickle of blood already running from his lip, maintained his usual composure, though his meridians burned under the strain. "That is not the case, mother... my kiss with Elder Xia was merely a tactical necessity..."

"A tactical necessity?" repeated Sijin as she struck him again, a palm strike to the abdomen that sent a shockwave through his Dantian. "You humiliated the Princess of the Nether Dynasty before the entire Upper Realm... You acted like a whimsical child instead of the Dao Executor or even as an heir of an immortal family!"

She threw him to the ground.

"You have been too close to that good-for-nothing Hu Tian.. I must correct you so that you value what you have... I do not want a frivolous man as a son.."

As she prepared to summon her shadows for a harsher correction, a gentler but equally imposing presence manifested at the door.

Xuan Feng entered the room. His silver hair was perfectly styled and his blue eyes reflected millennial wisdom, though a hint of worry was visible in them.

"Sijin, please... calm yourself," intervened Feng, placing a soothing hand on his wife’s shoulder. "You will end up destroying your talented son’s foundations..."

"He deserves to have his Dantian shattered for this insult to little Ming’er! I who assured Emperor Xue that my son was a serious man..." retorted Sijin without lowering her guard.

Feng approached and cast a compassionate look at his son, who was getting up with difficulty. "Come now, darling... he is young and hot-blooded... Obviously he loves Ming’er... he simply lacked discernment in the euphoria of the moment."

Sijin snorted loudly, finally retracting her shadow aura. She fixed BaiShe with a sovereign contempt. "This is the last time you do such things. Anyway, I do not really like the Xia, that family lacks a spine. I recognize only Ming’er as your future wife. If I see you press your lips to another woman again, I will ensure you can never use your limbs again."

She turned on her heel and left the room, taking the oppressive darkness with her.

Leaving only Xuan Feng and BaiShe in the debris of the chamber, silence returned, disturbed only by the whistling of the young master’s ragged breathing.

Feng observed the damage, then turned to his son with a sideways smile he could not hide.

"So, son... I did not know you were so lucky... Hahaha." began Feng, sitting on a chair that had remained intact. "At your age, I still had snot on my nose and struggled to stabilize my little spiritual core. But you... you seduce much older and more powerful women, hahaha."

BaiShe let out a weary sigh. He wiped his chin with a handkerchief. "Father, it is not what you think. We simply grew closer when her disciple Lin Feng caused problems..."

Feng waved a dismissive hand. "Regardless of the reason, the result is there. Elder Xia is a Supreme Deity, her beauty is legendary. You are in your prime, BaiShe. You must take advantage of these opportunities... do not listen to your mother on this point, she is much too old-fashioned and swears only by alliances."

BaiShe fixed his father, a glimmer of curiosity in his silver eyes. "Yeah... Have you never thought of deceiving her, father? With your status, jade beauties are not lacking."

Xuan Feng’s face froze instantly. He cast a nervous glance toward the door before leaning toward his son, lowering his voice. "Son, do you seriously think my cultivation is high enough to allow me that kind of drift? I value my life! Your mother is capable of tracking my soul across the nine Realms if she suspected even a single infidelity."