"Mmmph!"
Kara Moran was still struggling, but this time Ian Song was uncharacteristically domineering. He forced her mouth open, tangled with her, and captured her tongue.
The instant their tongues touched, Kara's whole body melted, turning boneless in Ian's arms. Her pretty face was flushed with a hazy blush.
Seeing this, Ian couldn't help feeling smug—a single kiss had tamed this rouge mare.
As they kissed, Ian's hand grew restless, quietly slipping inside Kara's clothes.
Her skin wasn't the most delicate, but it was incredibly springy.
He lingered at her lower abdomen for a while, then climbed upward, only to find a thick binding cloth.
No wonder this girl's chest looked so small—it was hidden away.
A few thin threads of sword-qi slipped from his fingers. With a few soft 'pu pu' sounds, Kara's binding cloth was sliced open by Ian's sword-qi, then stored away in his Storage Ring.
With the binding cloth gone, her twin peaks bounced free. Ian's large hand could only grasp half of one.
Ian realized that these assets were so eye-catching that Kara had deliberately wrapped them up.
Kara, who had been lost in a daze, suddenly felt her chest lighten, then two big hands climbing up and reshaping her.
As that rotten scholar kneaded her, Kara's already overwhelmed body went even softer, but a surge of intense shame welled up inside: "No... don't!"
"Don't what? Don't let go?" Ian teased wickedly at her ear. As he spoke, he took her pink earlobe into his mouth.
"Ah! Please... not here, if Susie sees it'll be bad!"
Hearing Kara mention Susie, Ian glanced toward the courtyard gate—sure enough, a pair of eyes was secretly watching them. Who else could it be but Susie?
Even Susie had turned naughty, secretly peeking now.
Chuckling to himself, Ian scooped up Kara's boneless body and carried her inside.
A while later, muffled feminine moans leaked from the room—half in agony, half in ecstasy.
Susie, hiding outside in the courtyard, blushed scarlet at the sound of Kara's cries.
The next day.
Ian Song publicly announces: Kara Moran will be Clearwind Stronghold’s second press-village wife.
To be honest, Ian doesn’t truly love Kara Moran—he accepts her mostly because Susie asked for it, and also so Susie won’t be too lonely if they return to the real world. With Kara as company, things will be much better for her.
In the blink of an eye, two and a half years pass.
In the small courtyard, two more top-grade spirit crystals in Ian’s hands crumble to dust as their qi is exhausted. Within his body, 359 Dark-Gold runes now shine—just one more to reach the full 360.
If he cultivated day and night without stopping, he could have lit all 360 runes in two years.
But he refused to neglect his two wives, so it took more than thirty months just to light 359 runes.
“Susie, Kara, I’m going into seclusion for a few days.”
Once the final rune is lit, all 360 will release a special dark-gold force to transform his body—a process that will take some time. After a brief explanation, he heads straight to his custom-built secret chamber.
He sits cross-legged, holding two more top-grade spirit crystals, and draws out their qi, channeling it into the 360th rune.
A day passes in a flash.
Within Ian’s body, the 360th Dark-Gold rune finally lights up.
At that very moment...
Boom!
Suddenly, torrents of golden energy erupt from all 360 Dark-Gold runes.
The energy is wild and violent, instantly shattering Ian’s bones, muscles, and meridians—an indescribable agony assaults him, nearly making him faint on the spot.
The energy unleashed by the Dark-Gold runes almost destroys his body, but in the next instant, it completely permeates his shattered flesh, meridians, and bones, beginning reconstruction.
Gritting his teeth against the pain, Ian watches the transformation unfold within—his genes and cells are being altered by the runes, while outside, a golden cocoon forms and completely envelops his body.
One day passes.
Two days pass.
Three days pass.
............
It takes a full nine days for the dark-gold energy to completely finish transforming Ian’s body.
Ian stretches out his hands and body. With a series of cracking sounds, the golden cocoon around him instantly shatters.
He stands up tall.
Clenching his fists, Ian feels an immense power surging through his body. He throws a casual punch, golden light flickering around his fist.
He faintly hears a crack—the punch tears a hole in the air itself.
“So strong!”
Ian is amazed. This punch didn’t use any sword essence—just pure physical power, and only about thirty percent of it. Yet it was enough to break the void. His body strength has already surpassed late Foundation Establishment.
It seems this Dark-Gold Body isn’t just about monstrous defense—it boosts his strength to early Golden Core as well.
Nine days of agony were absolutely worth it.
He thinks for a moment, then takes a refined steel longsword from his Storage Ring, channels full sword essence, and slashes at his left arm.
Clang!
A metallic clang rings out. Ian looks at his arm and finds that where the sword struck, there isn’t even a mark.
Putting away the sword, Ian takes out a mirror and sees his entire body glowing with golden light, as if he’s a living statue.
With a thought, the golden glow fades and his skin returns to normal.
He puts on his clothes and strides out of the secret chamber.
“Husband!”
“Darling!”
Waiting outside the chamber, Susie and Kara rush over together. Ian opens his arms wide and pulls them both into an embrace.
“You silly girls!”
Ian’s tone is gentle. Even while cultivating, he never lost his awareness—his two wives kept vigil outside for nine days and nights.
Even though both are cultivators, exhaustion still shows on their faces.
After some tender moments, Ian carries both women back to the room and personally watches over them as they sleep.
Two days later.
Ian gathers Clearwind Stronghold’s high-level members and announces that he will travel the world with his two wives, with no fixed date of return.
After bidding farewell to the stronghold, Ian releases the Silverglow Skiff, boards it with Susie and Kara, and flies to a remote, secluded area. There, he summons the Stellar Divine Temple from his spiritual sea.
In this world, the system issued three missions.
But Ian only completed two.
He earned a total of two billion Fame Points for the first two missions, but lost three billion for failing the third—so he actually came out ten billion short in this world.
Still, compared to forging the Dark-Gold Body, it was worth it.
Failing the third mission means he doesn’t meet the automatic return condition—he’d have to complete a hidden mission to leave, but that would take too long. So Ian chooses to force his return using the Temple.
However, the Temple charges a price—ten thousand top-grade spirit crystals per transfer.
Though it pains him, this world no longer offers enough value to stay, so he grits his teeth and hands over ten thousand top-grade crystals.
This time, the Temple doesn’t erupt with dazzling light—a Gate of Light simply appears. Ian takes his two wives by the hand and steps through, leaving this constructed cultivation world behind.