Yeah, my skills in bed were unmatched, and on top of that, I was gifted down there in a way that most men could only dream of. In my past life, I had been born to a mother who was a stripper, and I grew up surrounded by women who sold themselves for money.
Those women had taught me how to pleasure a female starting from when I was just thirteen years old, and I was a natural—someone who could absorb everything he was taught and put it to use almost immediately.
Anyways, when my elder sister came knocking… well, I happily agreed to get the chance to sleep with a beauty like her. Why wouldn't I? She was gorgeous in a way that was almost intimidating, the kind of woman most men wouldn't even have the nerve to approach. So I went all out.
But it stung my ego how she had just laid there like a puppet the entire time, letting me do everything while she showed absolutely zero reaction. Her face didn't change once—not a twitch, not a flush, nothing.
That pissed me off. So I doubled down, pulling out everything I had ever been taught and everything I had learned throughout my years of experience, all to force even a single reaction out of her.
And she did react. She was normally cold and emotionless, the kind of person who could stare down a battlefield without blinking, but the look she made that day—that lewd, unguarded, completely defenseless expression—was something I could never forget, no matter how hard I tried. But that moment of victory came with a price I hadn't expected. Her dao heart cracked from the experience, damaged by the very emotions she had been trying to purge, and in her fury, she tortured me.
She would have skinned me alive if she could, but she held back because she feared how our parents would react to finding their son flayed like a piece of meat.
So instead, she found a crueler method—she forced me to the edge of a climax and held me there, never letting me finish, leaving me twitching and begging for forgiveness while she watched with those cold, empty eyes of hers.
But then her attention drifted to… well, putting it in her mouth. And that led to even more torture when I ended up finishing in her mouth without warning.
After that, she had planned to go even further. She wanted to start putting things up my ass. That was the line. I screamed at her, threatening to tell not just our parents, but every sibling we had, and anyone else within earshot.
Enraged but unwilling to risk it, she still refused to let me go, so I had to literally crawl my way out of that room and never dared go back to her again—not even when she needed to speak to me.
But today… today, I had gotten some strength, and with that strength came arrogance, and with that arrogance came forgetting my place. In the past, I had always been playful with her, but from a safe distance, always careful never to cross certain lines. But just now on that phone call, I had blown past that line entirely and actually brought up that day. I'm a dead man...
I quickly returned home, where I sat down and began trying to comprehend the Omnipotent Cultivation Art. But within moments, I realized the scale of what I was dealing with. This cultivation art was too profound—it transcended the limits of what Supreme Talent was capable of processing. To fully grasp it, I would need Omnipotent Talent, and even then, it might not be enough.
But I had a way to speed things up. Among the rewards the system had given me were treasures with pocket dimensions and time-distortion spaces. Things like the Martial God Space, the Eternal Heaven Pearl, the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, the Black Tower, and dozens of other similar treasures from across cultivation worlds had all been fused together into a single item. And it didn't stop there—the Infinity Stones had been thrown into the fusion as well.
"Since it's a tower, I'll call it the Black Tower…" I said while pulling the tower from the system's storage. The thing was massive in its true form, but it could shrink all the way down to the quantum level, making it nearly impossible for anyone to sense it, no matter how sharp their perception was.
I had a feeling it could go even smaller than that, but at a certain point, it would be so tiny it would slip through the very fabric of existence itself and cease to interact with reality entirely.
As I took hold of the tower, my mind cleared instantly, like a fog being burned away by sunlight. Thanks to the bond between us, I received a passive effect from the tower the moment it became mine. As long as the tower had energy, I would receive a massive buff to both my cultivation speed and my comprehension speed.
On top of that, it granted me passive cultivation, meaning even when I wasn't actively sitting down and cultivating, the tower would steadily increase my strength so I could draw upon more of its power over time. And if I did actively cultivate, the speed at which I improved would be far greater than anything the outside world could offer.
But that was all I could do with it for now. I couldn't even enter the tower itself—my attempts to control it went completely unheard. It was like an ant trying to push open a castle gate. The ant could technically own the gates and everything connected to them, but that ownership was meaningless when it didn't have the strength to turn the handle.
Still, with the passive buffs running, I began trying to comprehend the Omnipotent Cultivation Art. But I already knew it would take a long time to crack this thing open—far longer than I had the patience for. So what should I do?
Simple. I pulled out a separate Hyperbolic Time Chamber—one of the unfused copies I'd kept—stepped inside, and began working on pushing Supreme Talent toward Omnipotent Talent.
The method was straightforward. I focused entirely on the Omnipotent Cultivation Art and forced my mind to try to comprehend it. And it was brutal. The cultivation art cooked my brain from the inside out; just a hint of its knowledge was too heavy for a normal mind to process. It was like trying to pour an ocean into a teacup—the cup didn't just overflow, it shattered.
But this was exactly what I needed. The strain pushed Supreme Talent past its comfort zone, forcing the ability to evolve just to keep up. I had to pause after just one attempt, giving my mind time to recover.
It had only been a single second of exposure, but my mind felt completely overloaded. If I were a computer right now, my fans would sound like a jet engine about to explode.
"System, give me the Mind Stone," I said weakly, and after a moment, one of the Infinity Stones appeared in my hand. Although I was weak, the Mind Stone didn't require much energy to activate at a basic level.
The stronger the soul, the more of the Mind Stone's full potential could be unleashed… and me, being someone who had lived two lives and carried the Omnipotent Physique within my body—even at its fraction of a fraction of awakening—I was able to use the stone to heal my mind at a speed that would have been impossible otherwise.
And keep in mind, this was the evolved version of the Mind Stone, enhanced far beyond its original capabilities by Supreme Talent. Even so, it still struggled to fully heal the damage that single second of comprehension had caused.
That alone told me just how far above my current level this cultivation art truly sat. Still, with the Mind Stone working alongside some recovery pills from the system, my mind was patched up within seconds, and I dove back in.
Again, I felt Supreme Talent being pushed toward evolution under the pressure. And since the pills were still active in my system and the Mind Stone was cradled in my hand, I was able to force my mind far past its normal limits without risking permanent damage. Every second of comprehension tore something, and every second of recovery rebuilt it stronger than before.
It took a few hours of this cycle—push, break, heal, push again—but eventually, I felt something give. It was like a dam breaking inside my skull. A sensation that could only be described as a big bang went off in my mind, and everything changed in an instant.
Before that moment, my mind had been a void of nothingness—empty, limited, confined to whatever information I actively sought out. But the second Supreme Talent became Omnipotent Talent, that void exploded outward into something seemingly endless. Knowledge that I had never studied, never encountered, never even thought about began filling in on its own without me doing a single thing.
From simply knowing that one plus one equals two, I found myself instantly understanding how rocket science worked—not vaguely, but completely, down to every equation and principle behind it.
I found myself knowing the inner workings of gravity, the structure of atoms, the mathematics behind black holes, and so on. In other words, by knowing even the smallest fragment of information in a given field, my mind instantly filled in the rest, completing the entire picture as if I had spent a lifetime studying it.
[A/N: His cultivation art is going to be nerfed a little. I forgot something like the Great Way of the Buddha existed. That cultivation art pretty much convert comphersion to strength... I forgot about it, so my bad about that.]