Dual Cultivation System: The Villainous Servant’s Rise

“Since that is the case, We shall press the matter no further.”

Emperor Qin Yusheng clasped his hands behind his back, his expression relaxed and unconcerned.

Through this brief exchange, he had formed a preliminary assessment of the young man before him. Above all else, Han Lie struck him as a man who valued loyalty and righteousness.

In Qin Yusheng’s eyes, a cultivator’s sect affiliation—righteous or demonic—was secondary. What mattered was their core character. Were they a chaotic, bloodthirsty fiend, or a man of principle?

A disciple of a Demonic Sect who valued loyalty was far safer than a hypocrite from a Righteous Sect.

Moreover, this wasn’t the first time Qin Yusheng had entertained guests from the darker paths. He prided himself on his discernment. At the very least, Han Lie lacked the sinister, eerie aura that clung to most demonic practitioners like a shroud.

Quite the opposite.

Han Lie radiated a potent, masculine vitality. If one didn’t know his background, they would never guess he hailed from the Heavenly Void Sect.

“Thank you for Your Majesty’s understanding,” Han Lie said, bowing with a cupped-fist salute.

Qin Yusheng waved a hand dismissively. “Do not mistake Us for one of those rigid, self-absorbed tyrants who demand the world bend to their whim simply because they sit on a throne.”

The Emperor gazed out at the garden, his eyes reflecting a deep wisdom.

“We are well aware that even the entire Great Qin Dynasty is nothing more than a single wave beneath the tsunami that is the Tianyuan Continent. Furthermore, Young Friend Han comes from the distant Heavenly Void Sect. Though We are honored as the Son of Heaven within these borders, We have no right to dictate your path.”

Han Lie smiled, offering a polite non-answer. “Your Majesty is wise.”

Qin Yusheng chuckled and gestured for Han Lie to walk with him. Qin Lianyi followed obediently a few steps behind, her presence quiet and graceful as she listened to the two men talk.

With the interrogation regarding Han Lie’s background finished, Qin Yusheng shifted the topic to the Great Qin Dynasty itself.

As a transmigrator, Han Lie possessed a wealth of knowledge about governance and history that far exceeded the norm of this world. He was particularly familiar with the cabinet system Great Qin employed.

This made him an excellent conversationalist.

When Han Lie offered his insights on the dynasty’s structure, Qin Yusheng’s eyes lit up. And when Han Lie turned the tables and asked how the Emperor had established such a massive empire, the floodgates opened.

The Great Qin Dynasty was Qin Yusheng’s life’s work. It was his masterpiece.

In that moment, the terrifying aura of the Emperor vanished, replaced by the unbridled enthusiasm of a child showing off a prized toy. He recounted the glorious, bloody deeds of his early years with gusto, eager to share the saga of his conquest.

And truth be told, founding a mortal-style monarchy in a cultivation world like the Tianyuan Continent was a monumental task.

In terms of difficulty, it far exceeded establishing a sect.

To create a sect, one simply needed a mountain, a set of rules, and a powerhouse to guard the gates. Once those were in place, disciples would flock.

But a dynasty? That was a beast of a different nature.

The web of power, interests, and economics required to sustain a nation was infinitely complex. Most cultivation powerhouses would rather open a sect than suffer the headache of ruling a country.

A Sect Leader only answered to their disciples and elders. A King had to answer to millions of subjects, navigate the treacherous waters of court politics, balance the power of ministers, and ensure the economy didn’t collapse.

If the ruler was incompetent—if they played the game of power and lost—the entire dynasty would crumble into dust.

For Qin Yusheng to carve out a territory spanning nearly two hundred thousand miles and govern it with such orderly precision… his administrative and political abilities were nothing short of terrifying.

Han Lie asked himself honestly if he could do the same. The answer was a definitive no.

Perhaps due to his lofty status, Qin Yusheng rarely found anyone he could speak to freely. Today, having found a willing ear in Han Lie, he chatted incessantly until the sun began to dip below the horizon.

As dusk settled over the palace, Qin Yusheng arranged for Han Lie to stay the night within the imperial grounds.

But before dismissing him, the Emperor gently sent Qin Lianyi away, pulling Han Lie aside for a private audience.

The playful atmosphere vanished. Qin Yusheng’s expression turned solemn.

“Young Friend Han, after spending the day with you, We have formed a basic understanding of your character,” Qin Yusheng said, his voice grave. “However, there is one question that still gnaws at Us.”

“Your Majesty, please speak,” Han Lie responded, his posture respectful.

“From Lianyi’s reports and your own account… if We are not mistaken, your rise to power only began after you reached the age of one hundred and ten. Is that correct?”

Han Lie nodded.

“We have lived a long time,” Qin Yusheng continued, his gaze piercing. “We have seen countless young geniuses. But your situation? It is a first.”

The Emperor took a step closer, his eyes narrowing.

“For the first century of your life, you were mediocre. Unremarkable. Yet, just as your lifespan approached its limit, you suddenly erupted like a dormant volcano.”

“We are curious. How did you, at such an advanced age, achieve a cultivation miracle that even geniuses with Divine-grade Spirit Veins find impossible?”

Two years to Golden Core. Ten years to Nascent Soul.

This speed wasn’t just fast; it was monstrous. Even for a man as knowledgeable as Qin Yusheng, it defied all logic.

Han Lie fell silent.

The Emperor stared at him, unwavering, waiting for the truth.

After a long, tense moment, Han Lie let out a soft chuckle.

“Your Majesty’s cultivation reaches the heavens. I assumed you had already seen through me.”

“We do not know,” Qin Yusheng said, shaking his head slowly. He wanted to hear it from Han Lie’s own lips.

Han Lie sighed, a helpless smile playing on his lips. Without a word, he extended his right hand.

Whoosh.

A wisp of spiritual energy rose from his palm. It didn’t just glow; it burned. The energy was thick, domineering, and radiated a scorching heat that distorted the air around it.

“Spiritual power with such abundant Yang energy…” Qin Yusheng’s eyes widened, his pupils contracting. “Could it be…?”

“Perhaps it is exactly as Your Majesty suspects,” Han Lie said calmly.

“Hehe…”

A look of dawning realization spread across Qin Yusheng’s face. He nodded slowly, a deep, knowing smile forming.

“It seems our speculation was correct. Young Friend Han is indeed one in hundreds of millions…”

The Emperor stopped abruptly, the specific name of the physique left unspoken, hanging in the air between them.

Han Lie nodded, confirming the silent conjecture.

“Hahahaha!”

Qin Yusheng threw his head back and laughed, a sound of pure, unadulterated triumph that echoed towards the darkening sky.

“No wonder! We always felt the masculine energy surrounding you was abnormally dense. So that is why! That explains everything!”

He slapped Han Lie on the shoulder, his demeanor shifting completely.

“Looking at it this way… it seems Lianyi is the one reaching high by associating with you, Young Friend Han!”

Han Lie bowed modestly. “Your Majesty flatters me. It is I who am reaching high by courting Princess Lianyi.”

“Hahaha, you are too humble!” Qin Yusheng beamed, looking at Han Lie as if he were a rare treasure he had just unearthed. “Originally, We held some reservations about this marriage. But now? For Lianyi to encounter a Son of Providence like yourself… it is a blessing she must have cultivated over three lifetimes to deserve!”

The Emperor’s satisfaction was palpable.

He wasn’t exaggerating.

On the Tianyuan Continent, there were nine types of Special Physiques. Each one was a rarity seen only once in a thousand, perhaps ten thousand years.

But their rarity wasn’t the point. The point was their potential.

Every Special Physique possessed the terrifying ability to Defy the Heavens and change one’s fate.

According to the ancient records, every “Son of Providence” who possessed a Special Physique eventually ascended to the very pinnacle of the continent’s pyramid. They became the Great Emperors—beings that countless geniuses spent their lives chasing, only to realize they were chasing a star they could never touch.

Compared to those peerless geniuses with mere Divine-grade Spirit Veins, those with Special Physiques were the true protagonists of this world.

For the Qin family to secure a son-in-law with the Pure Yang Sacred Body?

It was as if smoke were rising from the Qin ancestral graves—a sign of ultimate, undeniable fortune!