Villains Aren't Stepping Stones!

Chapter 273 - 41: The Emperor’s Shadow

"A theory...?" Qing’er tilted her head.

Haoran smirked and his flames suddenly bursts out of his body.

"Genesis Protocol: The Law Beyond Heaven."

The exact moment those absolute, rule breaking words smoothly cleared Haoran’s lips, the physical structure of the luxurious master bedroom within the Falling Blossom Villa violently, silently disintegrated.

The surrounding atmosphere, the jade walls, and the ambient spiritual qi of Leaf Green City were completely, ruthlessly wiped away from their sensory perception as reality itself twisted inside a localized spatial vortex.

Then, a massive, hundred meter wide, gold-rimmed domain violently expanded outward from his standing coordinate, completely replacing the material architecture of the academy’s dimension with a sovereign world of his own design!

It was a pristine, terrifying micro-universe where the infinite sky above was permanently bathed in a roaring sea of golden genesis flame, and the absolute earth beneath their boots was composed entirely of solid, pitch-black outer god metal.

Suspended high in the middle of the burning golden sky, drifting majestically above the black metallic landscape, the monumental, mountain-sized fortress of the legendary Imperial Artifact, the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, lay silently floating in the air, its ancient stone terraces and divine artillery arrays perfectly, fluidly integrated into the fabric of this synthetic cosmos.

Since the precise moment he had first successfully birthed this miracle of creation during the academy’s final selection trial, Haoran had managed to significantly and aggressively strengthen his mental control and spiritual synchronization over its internal core matrices.

Through continuous contemplation and the refinement of his internal valves, he had successfully forced the spatial boundaries of the domain to expand from its initial, shallow baseline of thirty meters to now a staggering, stable hundred meters in diameter.

Based on his clinical, mathematical calculations of the energetic loops, he firmly believed that with his current raw strength at the 5th stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, he could easily and permanently expand this sovereign space to a massive ten thousand square meters once he achieved sufficient control and absolute understanding over the fundamental laws governing the domain.

Qing’er quietly stood beside his shadow, her crimson eyes slowly, methodically tracking the shifting lines of the gold-rimmed perimeter.

She had been intimately present with Haoran, hiding directly inside the quiet darkness of his shadow when he had first constructed and failed repeatedly to create this domain inside the silver testing dimension, so she wasn’t that surprised by the sudden, apocalyptic shift in their physical geography.

However, as she looked up at the floating, mountain-sized shape of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, her porcelain face carried a rare, faint trace of deep confusion.

Her mind simply could not process the reason as to why her master had suddenly and forcefully brought her into this isolated cradle of creation.

"Young master, do you wish for me to test the power of this domain?" Asked Qing’er.

She pondered, and nodded to herself. Indeed, as a Profound Saint expert, she possessed the ability to manipulate space, maybe her young master wanted to test just how much spatial distorting can this domain withstand before collapsing?

"Close, but not quite." Haoran smiled.

Qing’er tilted her head, confused.

However, before she can ask anything, Haoran casually, elegantly snapped his fingers into the silent air.

*SNAP!*

The spatial coordinates beneath their feet distorted violently, before it instantly shifted.

Then, before a single thought could even form in her mind, the two of them suddenly vanished from the black metal ground, instantly reappearing directly inside the massive, breathtakingly luxurious primary master’s bedroom situated at the absolute highest apex of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.

The room was lined with rare silk drapes that billowed softly within the sovereign wind of the domain.

Haoran sat down smoothly on the edge of the massive, velvet-lined bed, leaning back slightly against the ornate gold frame as he stared directly into Qing’er’s crimson eyes as a slow, predatory smile creeped across his flawless features.

"Strip."

Qing’er suddenly blinked her sharp eyelashes, her entire mind experiencing a brief moment of silent shock.

But true to her absolute, unyielding training and the primal devotion woven into her very soul, she did not voice a single question, nor did she display a single thread of hesitation.

She slowly reached her slender fingers up to the collar of her sleeveless, skin-tight black full-body combat suit and obediently began to strip her clothes away from her flesh.

Haoran watched her every enticing, fluid movement with a cold, appreciative gaze, his golden pupils tracking the slow, mesmerizing sliding of the dark fabric until she stood completely bare before his seat, showing her entire, flawless white body to his sight without a single shred of human shame or hesitation.

Her skin was as smooth and pristine as white jade, her dangerous, lethal curves perfectly illuminated by the distant glow of the sky’s golden flames.

Her breast was not particularly big like Huo Yue or Xia Mengyao, nor is her waist and ass as round as Ling Luochen, but she possessed a different, completely enticing kind of charm.

A kind of charm that made it hard for even him to resist, and honestly....he doesn’t even plan on resisting.

"So, my dear Qing’er...would you like to help me with my little experiment?" Asked Haoran, his voice a low, melodic drone that seemed to vibrate through the silver drapes. "Let’s see how absolute my rule over this domain really is."

Qing’er immediately offered a slow, graceful nod of her head, her long black hair swaying across her bare shoulders. "Your absolute will is my sole command, young master."

Haoran let out a low, rich chuckle, his hand reaching out across the sheets. "Come here."

Qing’er walked slowly, fluidly towards his seated position, her bare feet making absolutely zero sound against the luxurious carpet.

The exact second her silhouette cleared the space within a foot of his chest, Haoran’s arm violently shot forward, wrapping around her slender waist and instantly, forcefully pulling her down onto the soft surface of the massive bed, his powerful, muscular frame looming completely over her bare body.

Qing’er blinked her crimson eyes in a sudden, sharp surprise, her hands coming up to lightly rest against his broad chest. "Young master—?"

Before she could even finish formulating the syllable, Haoran immediately, aggressively captured her lips, slamming his mouth down onto hers with an absolute, dominating intensity.

Her eyes violently widened in pure, unadulterated shock at the sudden, blistering heat of his mouth, but because her devotion was absolute, her instincts quickly took over, and she clumsily, frantically began to reciprocate the pressure.

Then, Haoran’s tongue slowly, deliberately licked across the seam of her closed lips, silently, authoritatively asking for full entrance into her mouth.

She obediently parted her teeth, and Haoran immediately shoved his tongue deep inside her cavern.

Their tongues wrestled fiercely beneath the golden light of the domain, but being completely, thoroughly inexperienced in the delicate arts of physical intimacy, the cold blooded shadow guard didn’t remotely know what to do in this intense situation.

Her movements were clumsy, panicked, and entirely overwhelmed by the deep, intoxicating rhythm of Haoran’s dominant mastery.

Within a few short breaths, her crimson eyes grew thoroughly hazy, filled with a deep, liquid intoxication as she gazed up at Haoran’s face, her fingers tightening around the sleeves of his prestine white robe as their kisses turned deeper, wetter, and increasingly desperate.

However, the exact fraction of a second that Haoran’s strong hand slid slowly down from her waist, moving lower across the smooth skin of her thigh to claim her privates that remained untouched for three centuries, a sudden, primal instinct of mortal terror violently flared within Qing’er’s spirit.

Her martial clarity snapped back into existence like a cracking whip as she forcefully and also gently broke the kiss away from his mouth, her breathing ragged as her hands shot up to tightly, desperately grab his iron wrist, her face looking completely panicked.

"Young master, we absolutely cannot... we cannot go any further than this," she spoke frantically, shaking her head from side to side as a cold sweat broke along her collarbone. "If you went any further, I...I surely won’t be able to control myself, and If you dare go all the way and dual cultivate with me, your body will instantly, violently explode from the backflow of my energy! Please... I will immediately leave this space and call Miss Huo Yue to your chamber, please... do not risk your sacred life for my flesh..."

Qing’er, at this moment, was absolutely aching for him to continue, the three centuries of pent up urges rushing towards her.

However, her pleasure couldn’t compare to her master’s life.

She will never do anything, even if it’s for her benefits, that will put his life at risk.

"Qing’er..." Haoran suddenly spoke, his smooth, melodic voice completely cutting through her frantic panic like a razor-sharp jade blade.

He didn’t pull his hand back, his grip remaining perfectly stable as he looked down at her beautiful, terrified face with an absolute, terrifyingly calm smile.

"Look around us, this is my world. So believe me, in this specific domain... I am the one who single-handedly makes the absolute rules of existence."

He rested his forehead over hers, closing his eyes as he kissed her once again.

Although still afraid, Qing’er kissed back, her hands slowly softening until she let go of Haoran’s wrist.

At that moment, Haoran broke the kiss and grabbed her chin, smiling.

"Right now, at this moment, I officially declare to the laws of this domain... that the physical barriers and biological restrictions of our cultivation realms are now permanently rendered null and void."

*HUMMMMM!*

The surrounding space within the massive master bedroom violently hummed.

The silver runes lining the drapes and the golden flames in the sky flaring into a brilliant, blinding luminescence as if the very fabric of the micro-cosmos was actively, completely responding to his sovereign declaration, altering the physics of their bodies to accommodate his will.

"This... This is truly..." Qing’er stared blankly up at him, her crimson eyes wide in absolute, reality shattering shock as she felt the terrifying, destructive pressure of her own qi completely, beautifully stabilize.

Not only that, it actually turned into something gentle and harmless as a mirror-like lake as it touched his skin, the danger of an explosion completely vanishing into thin air.

She knew, at this moment, that if they really were to go ahead and did it, it would not only be completely harmless, but would also be incredibly beneficial for the both of them!

"So, my beautiful Qing’er," Haoran smiled down at her, his golden pupils reflecting the absolute dominance of his path as his hand moved lower to claim her surrender. "Do you want to continue in this magnificent experiment with me?"

Qing’er stared deeply into his gold eyes for a long, breathless three seconds, feeling the absolute, unshakeable safety of the sovereign world he had built for her shadow.

Then, slowly, a beautiful, incredibly gentle, and soft smile appeared on her usually expressionless, ice-cold face.

She sighed, relaxing her body as her arms smoothly, willingly wrapping around his neck to pull him back down to her chest.

"Young master..." she whispered softly against his skin, her crimson eyes shining with an absolute, eternal devotion. "Everything I am... and everything I shall ever have... belongs completely, unconditionally to you."

Haoran smiled.

"...Yes, from now on, you will completely belong to me."