Free Web NovelChapter 11: 11. Spoiled Youngest Daughter Lu Meiyin
The cold, crisp mountain air of the main peak bit into my face the moment I stepped past the boundary array of the master’s domain. The comforting, orchid-scented warmth of her inner pavilion vanished, replaced by the harsh reality of the Myriad Sovereign Sect’s sprawling territory.
Far below, the overlapping peaks resembled a sea of jagged stone teeth piercing through the clouds, a stark reminder of the massive chessboard I had to master.
I stepped past the boundary array of my master’s domain. The comforting warmth of her inner pavilion vanished, replaced by the biting mountain air of the summit. Instead of attempting the impossible trek on foot across the cloud-sea, I made my way to the overlook where the Frostwing Qilin lay lazily amidst the swirling mists.
I settled into the luxurious saddle crafted from high-tier demon beast leather and commanded the sky beast to return home. With a thunderous roar that shook the foundation of the peak, we vaulted into the air. Its crystalline wings generated a localized blizzard, scattering the clouds as we transformed into a streak of icy blue light, soaring from the monolithic Sovereign Peak back toward the grand gates of my own dragon abode on Dragon Peak.
’Alright, Lucy,’ I communicated mentally, reopening the link I had slammed shut earlier. ’The playing field is set. The master has confirmed that Ye Chen’s anomalous destiny is going to guide him straight to the Peerless Beauty Suppression Locket. Give me a diagnostic layout on this so-called protagonist.’
A soft, low giggle rippled through my consciousness, carrying a hint of mock offense.
’Oh? So now that you are done staring at your beautiful master’s milk-white legs, you finally have time for your loyal system again?’ Lucy purred, her mental voice dripping with amusement. ’I must say, dear Jianxiao, your taste in women is elite. But if we are talking about that black-hearted rat Ye Chen, you need to understand that the heavens themselves are practically cheating on his behalf.’
’I am fully aware of how destiny works,’ I thought grimly, my eyes narrowing as I looked down from the back of the soaring Qilin, watching the sprawling landscape of the Myriad Sovereign Sect unfold beneath us.
Thousands of feet below our streak of icy blue light, the Outer Sect city appeared like a massive, living map.
From this staggering altitude, the hundreds of outer disciples practicing their sword forms in the distant stone courtyards looked like nothing more than tiny, rhythmic ants. Their desperate struggle to climb the martial ladder was a stark contrast to the absolute, high-altitude dominance I now commanded, yet I knew that even in those teeming masses below, the "cheating" hand of destiny was likely already searching for its next lucky puppet.
’A typical protagonist thrives on adversity. He goes into a hidden realm, gets chased by enemies three realms higher than him, stumbles into a cave, and somehow walks out with a legendary legacy. We aren’t going to let him do that.’
’Correct,’ Lucy replied, her tone shifting into something sharper, more analytical. ’According to the destined laws of his current narrative arc, Ye Chen relies on a hidden master soul residing inside his grandfather’s old ring. That old ghost provides him with high-tier alchemy recipes and spatial sensory perceptions. That is how he intends to navigate the hidden traps of the Heavenly Sovereign Ruins and secure the locket.’
A cold, calculating smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I adjusted the silken cuffs of my pristine white robes.
’He thinks he is the predator, but he is merely a bloodhound,’ I mused. ’The master wants me to let him find the artifact first. If I crush him too early, the ruin’s defensive arrays might lock us out permanently, or the locket might stay hidden forever under the weight of his unfulfilled destiny.’
’Exactly. You have to let him do the heavy lifting,’ Lucy agreed, a wicked, thoroughly pleased edge in her voice. ’Let the little rat struggle. Let him bleed, let him exhaust his hidden trump cards, and let him overcome the ancient guardians. And just when he thinks he has reached the absolute peak of his life, holding the locket in his hands, you step out of the shadows.’
’And dismantle him completely,’ I added internally. ’But there is still the matter of Leng Qingxue. The master mentioned his intentions toward her are wicked. I won’t allow a vermin like him to even breathe the same air as my wife, let alone plot against her.’
A cold, dangerous glint passed through my sapphire-blue eyes as I recalled the exact, sickening plot details from the novel I had read back on Earth. I already knew precisely what his vile intentions were.
In the original storyline, Ye Chen was supposed to enter the ruins alongside Qingxue, hiding his malice behind a facade of cooperation before intentionally luring a horde of vicious, corrupted beasts straight toward her position.
The true horror of his plan lay in his ultimate betrayal. While she was desperately fighting off the swarm, he was scripted to backstab her with a devastatingly potent poison brewed from a secret recipe provided by the old ghost in his ring, completely paralyzing her and sealing her cultivation.
Once she was helpless, his intention was to drag her away to a secluded cave, using insidious, forbidden slave-binding arts to systematically break her proud spirit and forcibly conquer her body over thirty agonizing days, sealing her fate as his obedient plaything while I was supposedly locked away drowning in useless grief.
The graphic memory of those written words made my blood burn with a dark, predatory fury. He thought he was a destiny-favored protagonist operating in the shadows, but to me, he was a degenerate cockroach whose script was about to be violently torn to pieces.
’A wise precaution, dear Jianxiao. Protagonists love to play the hero by orchestrating a crisis and then "saving the jade beauty," but this one is exceptionally foul,’ Lucy warned, her laughter echoing in my mind, tinged with a dark, sharp edge.
’If you want to completely shatter his fortune, you must ensure his plans fail before they even begin. What do you intend to do?’
I stopped at the edge of a grand overlook, staring down at the massive iron gates of the sect’s main entrance. The wind whipped at my long hair, my sapphire-blue eyes reflecting a chilling, absolute dominance.
’I will rewrite the script,’ I thought, my mind cementing the strategy. ’Before we even set foot inside the ruins, I will turn his allies against him, isolate him from the sect’s protection, and ensure that the only destiny waiting for him in that ancient domain is absolute ruin.’
’Lucy, bring up the entire interface,’ I commanded internally, my eyes narrowing slightly as I navigated the winding marble paths.
’I need a complete overview of my finances. Give me the full balance sheet of both currencies, accounting for the grand hall aftermath and the recent harvest from Blossom Peak.’
A crisp, modern chime resonated in the back of my mind, followed by Lucy’s delighted, melodic chuckle.
’Ara ara, a meticulous tyrant is a successful tyrant,’ she purred, a massive, consolidated translucent panel stabilizing across my vision.
’Let’s take a look at your total accumulated wealth. You have been a very busy man since waking up this morning, dear Jianxiao.’
The luminescent notifications stabilized, displaying a short ledger of my dark ascension:
[System Balance Sheet: Lu Jianxiao]
- Villain / Fate Points: 2,000 VP
[Earned by completely derailing Ye Chen’s orchestrated plot in the grand hall and publicly crushing his protagonist aura before the sect leadership.]
- Love Points: 3,500 LP
[Accumulated through intimate rewards from your head maid Ruyi and the total dual-cultivation conquest of Elder Mo’s wife on Blossom Peak.]
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System Note: The current market conversion rate dictates that 1 Villain/Fate Point.
is valued at exactly 1/3 of a Love Point.
A cold, deeply satisfied smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I closed the panel. Two thousand Villain/Fate Points and thirty-five hundred Love Points. For a single morning’s work, that was a staggering fortune.
Ye Chen had calculated every variable, perfectly exploiting the gap in the available Nascent Soul elders, but he had completely failed to account for a crippled husband walking back through the door. He truly was just an early-game clown, and his failures were directly funding my rise to power.
The Frostwing Qilin landed with a heavy, grounding thud before the grand gates of my own dragon abode on Dragon Peak, its sharp claws clicking against the reinforced jade tiles,.
I stepped off the magnificent beast’s back and smoothed the silk of my robes, keeping my mental link open as Lucy and I casually discussed various creative ways to completely eliminate Ye Chen once we entered the hidden domain.
Suddenly, the ambient spiritual energy flared. Before I could even fully register the shift, a high-speed object rushed directly toward me through the courtyard. With a fierce, explosive burst of speed, the figure jumped forward, pouncing on me exactly like a feral lion targeting its prized prey.
My defensive instincts flared, but I forced my aura down at the last millisecond, allowing a pair of familiar arms to wrap tightly around me.
She slammed into my chest, her hands immediately clutching at my chest in a strangely obsessive, possessive gesture. The short, pink bob of her hair rubbed frantically against the fabric of my pristine white robes as she anchored herself onto me, refusing to let go.
Beneath the hem of her skirt, a slender, satin black demonic tail whipped erratically through the air, a still developing, relatively short testament to her latent succubus heritage that only ever showed itself when her emotions spiked.
The icy, calculating mask I wore for the rest of the cultivation world melted away in an instant.
A rare, genuinely soft smile touched my lips as I effortlessly wrapped an arm around her small waist, securing her balance as I looked down at my youngest daughter, the undisputed little star of my household.
"Meiyin," I murmured, my voice dropping its sharp, authoritative edge into an indulgent, warm tone. "You are getting faster, my little star. What has you rushing out to ambush your father like this?"
"Dad, you said you would meet me three months ago and you didn’t show up at the training hall at all," she pouted, tilting her head back to look up at me.
Her large, intense black eyes shimmered with a mixture of deep resentment and obsessive affection, her soft pink strands falling over my chest as she tightened her grip.
I let out a soft, low chuckle, lifting my hand to gently brush a few stray pink strands away from her forehead.
"Three months is a long time for my little star, isn’t it? I admit I didn’t show up at the training hall as I promised, but as I recall, you were at the gates of my abode the very next day, and I could never bring myself to keep the doors locked against you for long. I am back now; there is no need to pout anymore."
As she leaned heavily into my touch, her small hands clutching tighter at my robes, a wave of profound, protective possessiveness washed over me. During those dark, agonizing months when my cultivation was shattered and I had completely isolated myself from the world, drowning in a pit of absolute, useless grief, Meiyin was the only exception.
I had pushed away my wives, my allies, and the sect elders, treating the entire world with cold venom. Yet, no matter how deep my despair grew, she was the one precious existence I could never afford to push away.
She was the singular anchor that had kept me from entirely losing my mind to the darkness.
Feeling her intense, chaotic spiritual rhythm pulsing erratically against my chest, a curious thought struck me.
’Lucy, run a quick status scan on her,’ I commanded internally, my eyes narrowing slightly. ’Let’s see how much she has grown while I was shutting myself away.’
’Right away, master,’ Lucy whispered back, her voice tinged with a knowing, highly amused smirk. ’Let’s pull back the curtain on your favorite little troublemaker.’
The luminescent screen materialized flawlessly before my eyes, shifting its formatting to deliver a perfectly comprehensive readout:
[CHARACTER SCAN COMPLETE]
• Name: Lu Meiyin
• Identity: Youngest Daughter of Dragon Peak / Princess of the Divine Realm’s Lu Clan
• Age: 20 Years Old
• Cultivation Level: Early Qi Condensation Realm
• Relationship Status: Unmarried / Intensely Possessive of Father
• Mother: Bie Xiyan (Age: 401) / Succubus Clan Matriarch’s Daughter
• Bond Score / Affection: 100 / 100 [Absolute Obsessive Fixation & Boundless Infatuation]
• Mental State: Suffers from a hyper-fixated, toxic paternal attachment that has deepened during your long months of isolation, viewing you as her exclusive property.
• Fetishes & Hidden Desires: Incest. Roleplay. Submission.
I stared at the panel, a sudden spike of genuine surprise puncturing through my calm demeanor. My eyes instantly locked onto the final entries under her hidden traits, and my mental processing momentarily ground to a halt.
A perfect bond score of one hundred explained her extreme physical clinginess, but those listed fetishes caught me completely off guard.
A profound internal divide flared behind my eyes as I looked at her. When I was fatally poisoned in my bedchambers, the primary soul’s anchor had violently snapped across the cosmos on its own, dragging my distant Earth wisp back into this body to reanimate my flesh.
Along with that returned wisp came a lingering trace of modern Earth’s ideology and moral knowledge, now seamlessly blending into my overarching identity. It was that specific bit of lingering modern conditioning that fiercely recoiled at the explicit mention of incest.
Yet, simultaneously, my original, raw cultivation instincts and the toxic, hyper-protective paternal obsession inherent to this powerhouse body were pulsing violently in my veins.
The two halves of my consciousness locked horns in an intense mental battle. The integrated Earth knowledge made me hesitate at such a taboo boundary, while my ancient primordial memories reminded me that keeping the divine bloodline pure was standard practice among the apex clans.
Her latent succubus heritage inherited from
Bie Xiyan was clearly beginning to mature, warping her innocence into something intensely dangerous. Navigating her deeply forbidden, taboo inclinations while maintaining my role as her doting father was going to require a level of delicate caution I had never anticipated.
I forced my expression to remain perfectly placid, successfully hiding the brief mental turbulence as I slid my hand up to gently pat her soft pink hair.
Meiyin closed her eyes, letting out a soft, contented sigh as she leaned heavily into my palm. Her intense black eyes fluttered open a moment later, looking up at me with a fierce, unyielding warmth that seemed entirely too mature for her early cultivation level.
"You always say you have important matters, Dad," she murmured, her voice carrying a sweet, almost intoxicating undertone that hinted at her maturing succubus bloodline.
"But you cannot vanish like that again. I do not like it when you lock yourself away from me."
I withdrew my hand slowly, resting it lightly on her shoulder as we began walking together toward the grand entrance of the main pavilion.
"I have no intention of vanishing again, my little star. The turbulence in my cultivation has been settled. Tell me, has your mother contacted you at all during these past few months?"
At the mention of Bie Xiyan, Meiyin’s expression shifted into a sharp, dismissive pout.
"That woman?" she muttered, crossing her arms tightly while keeping her hip pressed firmly against mine as we walked. "She sent a high-tier communication talisman from the Succubus Clan domain two weeks ago.
Something about ancestral awakening rituals and bloodline testing. I threw it straight into the spiritual fire. She only cares about her clan’s political standing, but my place is here on Dragon Peak."
A faint flicker of cold amusement passed through my mind. Bie Xiyan was a master of psychological manipulation, a woman who controlled entire factions with a smile, yet her own daughter was completely immune to her strings.
That maxed-out bond score ensured Meiyin’s loyalty belonged exclusively to me.
"And your sisters?" I asked, looking around the expansive, unusually quiet courtyard of the palace grounds. "Where are they? Usually, this peak is far louder."
"Eldest sister is still in deep seclusion within the Heavenly Thunder Valley, trying to force a breakthrough past her current bottleneck," Meiyin explained, her tone turning distinctly smug as she gripped my robes a little tighter.
"And your adopted daughter left for the central continent five days ago to personally oversee the family’s grand auction house. Even if she is just your adopted daughter, she always tries to hog your attention. So, for the time being, you belong entirely to me, Dad. There is no one else around to distract you."
The blatant, unconditional possessiveness in her voice vibrated with a heavy, magnetic pull. The modern Earth knowledge lingering inside my mind signaled a subtle alarm at her phrasing, but my primary, dominant cultivator instincts simply absorbed the declaration. To a powerhouse patriarch, her absolute, borderline toxic loyalty was not a threat, it was a supreme achievement.
"Is that so?" I replied, my voice dropping into a low, commanding tone that made her breath hitch slightly.
"Then let us step inside, my little star. We will see if your cultivation has actually improved during my absence, or if you have simply been using my seclusion as an excuse to be lazy."
The heavy bronze doors of my personal pavilion groaned shut behind us, sealing away the remaining memories of the suffocating, ancient pressure of the grand assembly hall from earlier this morning.
The biting, thin air of Dragon Peak cut through my layered silk robes, carrying the sharp, metallic tang of lightning and ancient dust as we stepped into the echoing grand foyer.
As the heavy locks clicked into place, a dark, absolute certainty settled deep in my chest. Every piece of the board was moving exactly where it needed to be. Ye Chen had no idea what kind of multi-layered net was closing around his destined path, but his script was already written in blood.
