The night in the Jade Spring Hall had devolved from a romantic union into a marathon of conquest. What began with the tender, desperate longing of a manager for her Lord had transformed into a relentless display of demonic stamina.

As the hours blurred, they moved from the mahogany desk to the high-backed chair, exploring every angle of Xu Yi’s lush, yielding form. By midnight, the soft passion had vanished, replaced by a one-sided, ruthless dominance. Shen Yu drove into her with an unyielding rhythm, his movements sharp and demanding, while Xu Yi could do nothing but cling to the silk sheets, her voice growing hoarse from a cycle of unending, soul-shattering peaks.

To Xu Yi, this was the zenith of her existence. She knew her legs would likely fail her for days; even with the highest-grade healing pills, the sheer "fullness" of him had rearranged her very being.

As the first golden rays of the sun began to spill over the horizon of Thousand Waves City, they lanced through the office windows, illuminating a scene of absolute carnal ruin. The room was a graveyard of order: market reports were matted to the floor with slick fluids, a porcelain vase lay shattered in the corner, and the air was so heavy with the scent of musk, salt, and lust that it felt like breathing in a thick, intoxicating perfume.

On a bed of black silk summoned from his storage ring, Shen Yu loomed over Xu Yi. He was behind her, his powerful hands gripping her love handles with bruising force as he hiked her hips toward the ceiling. He was at the precipice, his veins pulsing with the sheer pressure of his refined essence.

"Xu Yi... tighten it," he commanded, his voice a low, gravelly vibration.

Even on the ragged edge of unconsciousness, Xu Yi’s devotion acted as a tether. Her internal muscles clamped down with a frantic, rhythmic suction—shlick, shlick—locking him within her heat. At that exact moment, Shen Yu triggered the ultimate legacy of his rebirth.

[ BLOODLINE ART: PRIMORDIAL GENESIS SEED — ACTIVATED ]

A violent, pressurized surge erupted deep within her. To Xu Yi, this release felt nothing like the previous ones; it was as if a star had collapsed inside her womb. The essence was thick, searing, and carried a mysterious, primordial weight that transcended the physical. As the deluge filled her to the brim, she felt a terrifying power begin to strip away her mortal limitations. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on agony, forcing a scream from her throat that echoed through the halls, a sound of pure, transcendental ecstasy.

The seed acted as a violent crucible, ruthlessly incinerating her mortal dross and restructuring her very core with the heat of a dying star.

KABOOM!

A terrifying, dark-blue aura erupted from Xu Yi’s skin, a frigid, crushing pressure that made the ironwood desk groan and the office walls rattle. The atmosphere became impossibly heavy; within seconds, a thick, ethereal mist flooded the room. Water droplets manifested in mid-air, coating the floorboards and silk curtains in a heavy, crystalline dew. Shen Yu stood at the epicenter of this localized typhoon, his own Supreme Yang fire roaring around him like a golden mantle, keeping him perfectly dry while the freezing humidity claimed the rest of the room.

The manager’s latent power had finally been awakened.

The System worked frantically, weaving a web of concealment to mask the phenomenon from the prying eyes of the city’s experts. But this was the third major awakening in a single location in a short span of 2-3 months. The sheer density of the cosmic resonance strained the local fabric of reality, causing the concealment mask to flicker for a mere billionth of a second.

In that microscopic window, the ripple escaped.

Millions of miles away, drifting in the eternal silence of the Void, a creature of such titanic proportions that its scales were the size of continents stirred. It had slept since the dawn of the last era, but this specific vibration, this echo of Primordial Genesis, was a bell that resonated through its ancient bones.

A single, golden eye snapped open. Its vertical slit pupil glowed with a light that could incinerate entire star systems. Hundreds of unstable, distant worlds crumbled into dust simply from the pressure of their sudden consciousness. The creature’s voice rumbled through the vacuum, a sound that bypassed the ears and vibrated directly into the fabric of space-time. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Interesting..."

The eye slid shut, and the Void-Dweller returned to its slumber. But the gaze of the universe had briefly shifted toward a small, messy office in Thousand Waves City. The game had changed.

Shen Yu, unaware of the cosmic titan he had just disturbed, remained carefree. He looked down at Xu Yi, watching the dazed, wide-eyed expression on her face. Her hazel eyes now shimmered with a faint, draconic blue light.

"How are you feeling, my dear assistant?" he asked, his voice returning to a smooth, possessive purr.

Xu Yi was paralyzed by the sensation. She felt a tectonic shift within her soul. Her mind—already brilliant at management—now functioned with a terrifying clarity. Complex cultivation problems that had plagued her for years suddenly seemed as simple as basic addition. More than that, she felt a tether; a deep, eternal connection to the man above her. She didn’t just belong to him; she was a part of him.

"M-my Lord... what is this?" she stammered, her voice shaking as she felt the raw power circulating through her meridians. "What is going on? This... this power..."

"Your bloodline has awakened," Shen Yu said calmly, stroking her hair.

"What? But... that’s impossible," she whispered. "The chances are one in a billion. How can it happen now?"

Shen Yu knew her loyalty was now etched into her very marrow. He leaned down, his golden eyes locking onto hers. "It is my bloodline ability. I have the power to awaken the potential of the women I sleep with."

Tears immediately flooded Xu Yi’s eyes. "My Lord... thank you. Thank you for using such a divine gift on a worthless servant like me. Thank you for giving me this chance."

In this world, power was the only true currency. For a cultivator, talent was the difference between a hundred-year lifespan and immortality. Talent was strictly ranked: Inferior, Mortal, Earth, Heaven, Immortal, Celestial, and Origin.

Xu Yi had always been hindered by her Mortal-grade talent. It was the reason she was stuck at the 3rd stage of Foundation Establishment, and why she had abandoned the path of the sword to become a manager. She had traded martial strength for political influence, knowing all along that it was a fragile illusion compared to true cultivation.

But now, she could feel it. Her talent hadn’t just moved up a tier, it had skyrocketed directly to the Celestial-grade. To her, this was a miracle greater than any treasure in the world. While Lixue and Meng Yan had been impressed by their own awakenings, they had started with better foundations. To Xu Yi, who had started from nothing, this was a rebirth.

She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his neck, her naked, sweat-slicked body pressing against his chiseled chest.

"I love you, My Lord," she sobbed, her gratitude turning into a burning, eternal devotion. "I am yours. Forever."