Starting with a Family System to Become an Immortal Official-Chapter 56: Birth of a Tyrant

It was a fresh morning.

Madam Chen’s grand chambers.

A group of elegant maids were helping Madam Chen prepare for the day.

Gao Yue carefully placed a royal red cape over the madam’s polished shoulders.

A young maid brushed a final touch of rouge on those proud and full lips.

"Madam, your skin is truly glowing these days!"

One maid said shyly.

And the others had more to say.

"And you’ve lost so much weight! Your waist is tiny again. We didn’t want to say it before, but... you used to look so tired and stressed. Now you’re radiant."

"Your breasts look even fuller and firmer, if I may be bold. And forgive me, but your rear has such a beautiful heart shape again. Like when you were younger."

Madam Chen chuckled softly as she examined herself in the bronze mirror.

Her reflection showed a woman in the absolute prime of beauty with lush curves that were refined and luminous skin that many older women would envy.

She was like a refined beauty!

Yet their compliments didn’t shake her.

This is a woman who got the weirdest compliments from a shameless pervert like Li Qingmu.

"Big-Butt Madam Chen."

"Heavy Yuxuan."

"Busty Old Plum Beauty."

The names either made no sense or lacked dignity.

So light-hearted compliments did nothing for her.

"Can you all focus?"

Madam Chen chided gently but you could see a faint smile on her rosy lips.

Gao Yue stood behind her to delicately fasten the cape’s golden clasp.

She met Madam Chen’s beautiful eyes in the mirror and smiled warmly.

『All thanks to those sessions with Brother Li... it seems her constitution is perfectly balanced now. Her cultivation is advancing smoothly for the first time in years. Even her dao heart feels steadier.』

A secret hope bloomed in Gao Yue’s chest.

『I truly hope Madam agrees to become his wife one day. I would gladly serve under a man who helped my lady bloom like this.』

But then her brow furrowed slightly.

Something was bothering her.

『Today we go to Three-Legged Crow Peak. Grand Elder Song Yan will be there. That blood scorpion has surely nursed a hatred for Madam and our peak since we’re the ones Li Qingmu wants to be with...』

Madam Chen turned as her cape swirled majestically.

She looked every inch the untouchable peak master once more.

"Enough fussing. It is time."

Her regal voice quelled Gao Yue’s worries.

Almost like Madam knew her thoughts.

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In a tiny abode outside the flowery peak.

Li Zimo and Li Er circled each other with wooden swords in hand and steady breaths.

The little girl’s cute ponytail bobbed with every nimble step of her tiny body.

And the young man moved with the calmness of an old master as he studied her.

Li Zimo lunged first with a slash that moved so fast it whistled through the air.

Li Er sidestepped it effortlessly, but she followed up with a feint and a quick jab. He blocked but she twisted away and dodged his counter with a graceful spin.

"Hehe, come on, Bitch Er! You always strut around like you’re the sword genius of the family, but look at you—missing every swing! Shishi~ loser!"

She giggled shamelessly.

"Is that all you’ve got? Or is the ’best with a sword’ thing just a big fat lie?"

She snickered loudly and covered her mouth with one hand while waving her sword mockingly with the other. Li Zimo had a talent for annoyance that no one could rival so she always poked and prodded with stinging words to distract her opponents.

Even Li Er, who at his young age carried the maturity of a seasoned cultivator—calm, rarely ruffled—felt a vein twitch in his forehead.

"TCH!"

Hearing her laugh like that was like watching a pig roll in mud and come out victorious.

Irritating. Utterly irritating.

Li Er let out a cold snort as his eyes narrowed.

Without a word, he shifted into a low stance and kept his feet planted firm.

ZWOOOOOSHH!

He blitzed forward and delivered a slash that cut past her guard like wind through leaves.

The wooden swords clacked sharply.

Hers flew from her light grip and spun end over end to land in the dirt.

Li Zimo’s face twisted in fury as her cheeks puffed out like an angry squirrel.

"You—! That’s not fair! Take this!"

She thrust her hand forward and a small burbling stream of water coalesced in her palm.

Li Er’s expression didn’t change.

"Cheating..."

He said calmly and tapped the flat of his sword right on the center of her head.

Thwack!

"Ow!"

Li Zimo yelped and shamelessly collapsed to the ground like a toddler in a tantrum.

She clutched her head and rolled side to side while whining at the top of her lungs.

"That hurt! You big meanie! I’m telling Father!"

She sneakily opened an eye to see if he was falling for it then continued.

"Waaah, why are you so rough? I hate you!"

Li Er stared down at her with a tired face.

"Grow up, Sister."

But everything halted in an instant.

A tremendous shockwave erupted from the tiny abode at the courtyard’s edge.

A pulse of tyrant energy ripped the air apart.

RUUUUUMBLEEE!

Everything was blown away by an invisible force.

Still on the ground, Li Zimo was nearly lifted off her feet and hurled away like a leaf in a storm.

"Ahh—!"

She squealed, flailing.

Li Er grabbed a fistful of her ponytail to anchor her.

"Father’s about to break through."

Inside the secluded abode.

Li Qingmu sat cross-legged on a simple mat.

Raging tyrant energy vortexes around his body.

Sweat beaded on his brow but he was unruffled.

『If I forge my divine sword organ into the Nine Heavens Tyrant Physique my chaos core will serve as the ultimate crucible. It’ll force a qualitative leap and push my physique straight into the Saint Body Realm!』

Li Qingmu’s elegant eyes fluttered shut.

His third eye formed a brilliant red jewel.

This was the spiritual world birthed from his immense tyrant powers.

A realm of pure will and essence!

In that inner world.

Li Qingmu’s spiritual body floated serenely above endless jagged mountains.

Suddenly, four elongated golden scriptures unfurled around him in sheer radiance.

They represented the pillars of ascension to the Saint Body Realm.

Qi Condensation for fleshly body power.

Spiritual Bloodline Awakening.

Martial Prowess.

And True Body Refinement.

The scriptures rebuilt into giant spiritual statues.

Each one was a colossal figure frozen in dynamic martial stances that channeled the essence of the Ancestor Body Realm’s breakthrough.

Li Qingmu’s spiritual eyes studied them.

"Amazing..."

He mumbled with a wide smile.

"To think I refined my divine sword organ through fifty full cycles... all thanks to those Dragon Marrow Pills and Phoenix Blood Crystals from Madam Chen’s night sessions. To think it would pay off like this?"

The statues trembled then surged toward the epicenter of the quaking world and immaculately merge in a blaze of light to form a golden sun.

It poured down a beam of radiant energy encircled by swirling heavenly scriptures.

This was a great tribulation.

His bones cracked under the onslaught.

Pain lanced through him like a thousand blades.

His spiritual body was being hammered mercilessly.

Li Qingmu gritted his teeth.

『Am I... dying?』

Memories flashed.

Parents that sacrificed everything for his future.

The one girl that liked him during his scholar days.

His children whom he wanted to treat better.

And all the beautiful women he loves!

The images blurred into nothingness.

"No!"

Li Qingmu’s eyes snapped wide.

He roared at the sun above.

"Give me more! I’ll take it all—every drop of power!"

He stretched out a hand and the vast waters of his spiritual world responded.

Rivers and oceans surged upward into a colossal spiral that wrapped around the sun.

But he wouldn’t stop at containment.

He wanted to extinguish and claim it utterly.

With a thunderous slam of his palms, he condensed the sun’s essence into himself.

Power flooded his being.

And in that moment, the four key aspects of the Saint Body Realm unveiled themselves.

For Qi Condensation.

His bones now produced Sword-Tyrant Marrow that refined his blood into liquid sword intent.

Each drop could be willed into short-lived projectiles or a defensive sword screen.

For Spiritual Bloodline Awakening.

His latent Nine Heavens Tyrant Bloodline ignited to grant unparalleled battle insight

As well as Tyrant Gluttony Art.

A power that forcibly absorbed spiritual weapons to restore his fleshly body power.

Ding!

[Host has created the first bloodline for the clan and acquired a Heaven-grade gift pack!]

For Martial Prowess.

All his combat techniques evolved into Sword-Tyrant Fusion Arts.

Punches unleashed sword shockwaves.

Kicks carved arcs like a battle axe’s swing.

For True Body Refinement.

His skin gained sword steel texture that naturally repelled low-grade spiritual weapons and his organs were now tempered by internal sword qi.

But Li Qingmu pushed further.

"I’ll cultivate my physique to its zenith!"

His Heavenly Asura Dharma Idol manifested.

Only for its back to rip open with a visceral tear.

From the rupture emerged a new form.

The Four-Armed War Asura.

It was a bigger and blacker four-armed, three-eyed asura war deity covered in red tribal tattoos.

This was a profound breakthrough.

His Nine Heavens Tyrant Physique finally ascended to Saint Body Realm!

A heavenly voice boomed.

"An oppressed peasant has no choice but to rebel against its master and ascend as tyrant! Steal beauties and raise a generation of realm-shakers! Upon completion, those in the Far-Reaching Continent who can eliminate you... will be few and far between."

Li Qingmu snorted coldly.

With his will he birthed two of the four conceptual swords into the Asura’s grasp.

Chaos Severing Sword formed in its upper right hand.

Nine Heavens Tyrant Blade in the lower right.

"This is all I can forge for now."

He could cultivate other sword paths patiently.

He stared at his hand and watched ominous red energy flicker off it like flames.

『My fertility and sex drive... they’ve skyrocketed. This urge to consume more yin, to claim more women... it’s like this new aura of mine could make every beauty in this world bow before me.』

Insanity.