How To Tame A Broken Servant

As he rose to his feet with a sudden surge of energy, his raggedy clothes fluttered gracefully, adding a touch of elegance to the intense moment. The fabric billowed around him, caught in a dance of defiance against the backdrop of this chaotic doghole of a room.

Each fold and crease of his attire seemed to come alive, swaying in a mesmerizing display of movement as if echoing the reverence that pulsed through his veins. The gentle rustle of the fabric harmonized with the charged atmosphere, creating a fleeting yet striking image of strength and grace. In that moment, as he stood tall, his attire became a silent companion.

"You think that you can do anything to me?" the servant scoffed, a hint of arrogance lacing their words. "You underestimate me, weakling."

In a swift and fluid motion, He unleashed a strike, a culmination of millenniums of his training and discipline. The precision and momentum behind the blow were palpable as it connected with the servant's face, disrupting their stance and sending shockwaves through their skin.

[The skill Precise Strike was created]

The aftermath of Xin Ming's strike revealed itself. The servant, who was standing proudly, now lay prostrate, unable to rise from the debilitating impact of his strike. The harmonious fusion of mind, body, and spirit had culminated in a single, devastating blow that had felled the servant before he even saw it coming.

The fallen servant's voice broke through the tense silence with a mix of astonishment and disbelief. "How could a Qi gathering waste be so strong?" His words tainted with a sense of incredulity. The servant's question hung in the air, a testament to the unexpected display of power that had brought them to his knees.

In response to the servant's astonishment, I turned to them with a cold, calculating gaze, my demeanor shifting from compassion to coercion. "You are not to reveal anything that hath happened just now" I commanded firmly, my voice carrying a hint of authority. "From now on, you will follow me and serve me without question."

The servant's expression shifted from shock to apprehension, realizing the gravity of the situation. The choice was laid out before them: submit to my command or face the consequences of defiance. He had made it clear that his authority was absolute, and any resistance would not be tolerated.

The power dynamic had shifted, and the servant realized that their fate now rested in their compliance with his will.

In this moment of quiet coercion, he solidified my dominance and control over the servant. The choice was theirs to make, but the consequences of defiance were clear.

The servant's eyes widened in fear, a shiver of apprehension running through his body as he realized the extent of my power. With a trembling nod, they acquiesced to my demand, their once defiant demeanor crumbling in the face of my unwavering authority.

"Scram now" he commanded, without a word, the servant quickly turned on their heels and ran off, their hurried footsteps echoing in the distance as they fled from the scene.

As the servant's hurried footsteps faded into the distance, a lingering silence settled over the scene, punctuated only by the rustle of the wind. The tension that had filled the air slowly dissipated, leaving a sense of quietude in its wake.

This was completely unprecedented to this world, a Qi gathering cultivator defeating a Foundation realm cultivator, to others, defeating someone a major realm above you would be impossible.

For each major realm there are 10 minor realms ranging from 1-10

There are 14 Major realms for mortality (limited lifespan):

Qi Gathering

Foundation

Gold Core

Soul Wandering

Nascent Soul

Ensoulment

Nihility

Ascension

Half Immortal

Profound Immortal

Golden Immortal

Immortal Venerable

Immortal King

Immortal Emperor

And after these 14 major realms come the God realm (unlimited lifespan) and beyond..

I had already stepped one foot into the territory of God realm in my last life, now I I'll do it again with record speed.

My body was already quite exhausted already from executing just a precise strike, how ridiculously weak.

He sat down and crossed his legs, he closed his eyes, the weariness in his body momentarily forgotten as he delved into the depths of his cultivation technique.

With each breath, he gathered a surge of energy which was coursing through the air into my dantian, as he began to channel my Qi, a dazzling display of light enveloped him, illuminating the room with an otherworldly glow. The air crackled with energy, a mythical sensation of power that seemed to defy explanation.

The cultivation technique he practiced was a divine method, a method passed down through generations of overlords which tapped into the very essence of the universe. Through precise movements and strict meditation, he manipulated the forces of nature and channeled them into his dantian, elevating my cultivation base rapidly.

Even Xin Ming was shocked by the cultivation speed of 20 cultivation aptitude, the difference between this and a genius aptitude was like comparing a exquisite sword and a stick.

The technique itself was a dance of yin Qi and yang Qi which requires immaculate control and mastery over every muscle fiber and strand of Qi, a symphony of energy that pulsed with a rhythm all its own. Each movement was imbued with a sense of purpose and intention.

[Celestial Draconic Cultivation Technique has been unsealed]

As he continued to cultivate, the room seemed to fade away, replaced by a realm of pure energy and possibility. The boundaries between mortal and divine blurred, and he could feel himself ascending to a new plane of existence.