Dual Cultivation: Omnipotent Villain with Reader System!-Chapter 59: A new destiny or merely a coincidence.

Two days passed by,

The power dynamic has greatly shifted with the Wang family swallowing all the core region of the Sect, changing its name to Wang’s land, where the sect previously stood. Meanwhile, the outer region was taken by someone else.

The new Wang family main hall was created on the flying island, built with the finest white jade, inlaid with refined silver that hummed with spiritual energy. The pillars were not wood, but the femurs of high-tier spirit beasts, polished to a mirror sheen. It was rich, like ultra-rich.

Within the main hall,

Tianmo remained seated at the head of the table, his aura profound and suffocating, like the calm surface of a deep, bottomless ocean. The air around him was distorted, the space warping slightly due to the sheer density of his Soul Lord cultivation base. Majestic, truly majestic.

On the left row seated family elders and patriarch, on the right seated their wives.

"Son, Tianmo..."

Patriarch Wang Xuhan spoke, his voice composed, though his fingers trembled slightly as they gripped the armrest of his chair. He sat exactly to the right of Tianmo, his position demoted yet elevated in the same breath—a king under an emperor, you know.

"With Azure land gone... There may be political instability within," his voice was filled with excitement and terror.

Excitement because the Wang family has risen like a Phoenix, terror in fear that a higher force may be attracted.

Indeed. There may be instability, but it is very unlikely for other powers to be attracted here, if so, they would have made a move when, Azure land was in charge, unless what they want is specifically for the Wang Family itself.

Tianmo thought for a moment, the most likely to act is are Heaven-slaughtering Demonic sect. That Liu Xiu is a dangerous guy. With his current strength, dual pupils, and all, he may even fight a void refining realm cultivator.

He needs to wipe out the demonic sect. He also needs to fully awaken the Supreme Nine Yang Physique.

Logically, the physique is awakened but it has the name ’Supreme Nine Yang Physique’ for a reason.

The nine Yang are: Chaos Yang, Pure Yang, True Yang, Imperial Yang, Sun Yang, Star Yang, Divine Yang, Immortal Yang, and Primal Yang.

But he has no mastery over them.

The Supreme Nine Yin physique is the same.

..

There was silence for a moment, but it was broken by Aunt Ningxue. "Nephew... This old woman is in sorrow. Your cousin Fatty was killed by someone surnamed Chen, and your uncle, as cowardly as he is, refuses to seek vengeance for our son fearing their background. I have nothing but my body, if Nephew helps this woman avenge her son, I am willing to be Nephew’s furnace for three days and three nights..."

Her voice was trembling, thick with a grief that had curdled into a desperate resolve. She looked at Tianmo not just as a nephew, but as a terrifyingly powerful deity who could rewrite the laws of life and death with a thought.

Wang Lin, the First Elder, looked down at his teacup, his face pale and sweating. The shame of his cowardice burned like acid in his throat, what’s more his wife was offering herself... He clenched his fist but, dared not voice his thoughts.

The silence in the hall was absolute, heavy enough to crush the spirit of a lesser man. Everyone looking at Ningxue. Fatty was her only son, and he was interested in learning formation.

Aunt Ningxue. She was a beauty, even in her grief. Her skin was pale as porcelain, her eyes blue like the sea, swimming with tears, and her figure, though hidden beneath layers of mourning white, was lush and soft. She was a flower wilting in the cold rain, begging for a hand to pluck her from the mud.

"Oh!" His gaze shifted towards his first Elder.

"Pray tell, what is the full story and background of this surname Chen?"

Wang Lin’s face turned the color of curdled soybean milk. He opened his mouth, his lips trembling, but no sound came out. It was as if his voice was done. The pressure radiating from Tianmo was like a mountain pressing down on his chest, squeezing the air from his lungs and the dignity from his spine.

"Speak," Tianmo commanded. His voice was soft, yet it carried the weight of a judgment day. "Or I shall extract the memory directly from your soul. It is a painful process, I assure you. The mind often breaks before the truth is revealed."

Wang Lin shuddered violently. The image of his brain being scooped out like jelly flashed before his eyes. He swallowed hard, forcing the words past the lump of terror in his throat.

"It... it was at the Mystic Cloud Formation pavilion. Your nephew... He... He drugged the daughter of the Hall master and tried to take advantage of her, but, surnamed Chen came to the rescue and killed our Fatty."

"According to the source, this surname Chen comes from an unknown background but possesses an Initiate Formation intent, and his cultivation is at the early stage of the Foundation realm. He is also the direct disciple of Hall master," Wang Lin continued, his voice trembling, sweat dripping from his chin onto the pristine floor.

Hmm, save the damsel in distress, win the favor, and slay the villain, the script was simple enough. Tianmo thought, his expression unreadable.

Initiate Formation Intent!? Interesting, having initiate Formation intent with Dual pupils will greatly enhance his formation making speed and comprehension. Tianmo wants it. It’s only natural for the strong to possess the treasure.

"Is that all?" Tianmo asked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, like a cat watching a mouse trying to escape the cage.

Wang Lin hesitated, his eyes darting around the room like a cornered animal, unable to fathom what he meant by ’is that all’.

The Mystic cloud formation wasn’t that great, with the Hall master merely being the Earth-class formation master. Nevertheless, an Earth-class formation master is someone that even the Azure Cloud sect, has to give face to.

"Tianmo..." Patriarch Wang Xuhan interjected, his voice strained, attempting to steer the conversation away from the pit of despair that his son’s death had dug. "Perhaps this is a matter for the sect elders to handle. The fault lies within us, let bygones be bygones..."

Bygones?!

"Patriarch! Where is justice?! What do you mean by let bygones be bygones," Aunt Ningxue roared, her grief snapping the leash on her dignity. "My son was slaughtered like a pig! He didn’t even have a Dao partner, he died alone! And you want to sweep this under the rug?!"

"Ningxue," Elder Wang Lin’s Second Wife, Yanyi, spoke up. Her voice was sharp, lethal, like a blade scraping against bone. She sat upright, her severe posture exuding an air of disciplined authority that belied her delicate features.

"Do not disturb the Patriarch’s peace of mind. A moment of... emotion is natural, but to disrupt the solemnity of the Great Hall is a violation of etiquette."

She shot a withering glance at Ningxue before turning her gaze toward Tianmo. "Nephew Tianmo, Aunt Ningxue is still grieving. Perhaps we should grant her space? Actions have consequences, who told him to drug the Hall Master’s daughter? It was a foolish gamble that cost him his life. We cannot simply throw tantrums at every grievance."

Ningxue’s face flushed a deep crimson, her chest heaving with indignation. "You... you heartless woman! You speak of my son as if he were a stray dog! He was the pride of our lineage!"

"He was a fool," Yanyi corrected coldly. "And fools do not deserve the protection of the Wang Family. Perhaps if you had taught your son well then, this day wouldn’t have come. How dare you even offer yourself to Nephew... You are a married woman have some dignity. You are not a courtsean."

’Hmph... I would rather be claimed by a real man than a pathetic coward,’ she thought. The above insult landed like a physical blow. Aunt Ningxue’s face crumbled, her eyes filling with tears of humiliation. She opened her mouth to retort, but the sheer aura of Yanyi, a woman who had walked the path of iron discipline, choked the words back down her throat.

Tianmo watched the interaction with a detached expression. The drama was entertaining, yes, but it was also predictable. He enjoyed the suffering of others, but he had no time for petty family squabbles. He needed to focus on the bigger picture.

Revenge for some fatty matters none, however, what matters is the Formation intent. Plus not acting would be a sign of passivity, something not suited for someone backed by ’dragon court’.

"Silence! I wanna hear Elder Lin’s thoughts on this matter," Tianmo’s voice cut through the tension like a blade through silk.

"My... My wife is willing to be your cow and horse, Nephew," Wang Lin stammered, his face a mask of agony as he bowed his head, his eyes squeezed shut. "Please, grant us a chance to atone for our son’s sins. I... I have nothing else."

"Hmph, why should she, a well-used woman, serve my son!?" Madam Zhu said, eyes narrowly looking at Ningxue, her voice dripping with venom. "She is the one who failed to teach her son discipline, and now she wants to use her body to wash away the shame? Ha, this isn’t a circus."

"Indeed, how can you think of your own nephew like that?! Don’t you feel ashamed muttering such words as a married woman, is this the teachings of ancestors? To offer yourself to another man due to helplessness?" Aunt Biyue, who had been sitting silently with her head bowed, suddenly snapped. Her voice was cold, laced with a sharp, icy edge that sliced through the humid tension of the hall. She looked up, her pale face flushed with a mix of indignation and dark jealousy.

Talk about hypocrisy.

"Madam Biyue, you speak with the tongue of a viper, yet you hide behind the guise of righteousness," Aunt Ningxue retorted, her voice trembling but gaining a shred of steel. "If you were in my shoes, you would have done the same. My son is dead, and my husband is a coward. I have no one left but my body, and I intend to use it to secure the future of my lineage. What is wrong with that?"

Biyue’s eyes narrowed, the frost in her gaze deepening. "Wrong? It is a violation of the Dao of Yin and Yang. A woman’s virtue is her shield. To cast it aside for a fleeting favor is to invite ruin. You dishonor your husband’s memory, and you insult the sanctity of the Wang Family."

"Sanctity?" Ningxue let out a bitter, hysterical laugh, her chest rising revealing more of her cleavage, as she looked from Biyue to the Patriarch. Why is everyone against her? Is it wrong to want justice for her son?

She looked at Tianmo. "Nephew... I understand if you cannot help us. But please, do not let others speak for you. You are the only one who can avenge my son. I beg of you, do not abandon us to the wolves."