Chapter 805: New Protagonists

Chapter 805: New Protagonists



The cosmos shuddered under the weight of Wang Jian's power, the tremors rippling through stars and galaxies, stirring countless individuals.

Among those affected were the newest generation of protagonists-men who, unbeknownst to themselves, bore the concentrated luck and providence of the universe. Each of these men was a wolf in sheep's clothing, their charm masking a deep-seated hunger for power, status, and-above all else-the affection of beautiful women. These men had risen from nothing, their ability to twist misfortune into fortune marking them as the chosen few in a vast, uncaring cosmos. Yet even they were unaware of the deeper cosmic mechanisms at play.

One such protagonist was Feng Xuan, the Young Sovereign of the Radiant Sun Sect.

The Radiant Sun Sect, one of the most prestigious and powerful factions in the Eastern Cosmos, gleamed with a brilliance that rivaled the stars it ruled over. Its sprawling palaces and temples, built atop the Celestial Flame Belt, pulsed with the energy of countless cultivators, each striving to reach ever greater heights. Among them, one man stood above all -Feng Xuan, the Young Sovereign of the sect. His position was an enviable one, envied by men and desired by women, but few truly understood the shadowy path he had walked to reach the pinnacle.

Feng Xuan's story was not one of noble birth or divine inheritance. Born into a forgotten branch family, he grew up on the outer edges of the Radiant Sun Sect's territories. His childhood was one of obscurity and struggle, his parents mere outer disciples barely scraping by. Feng Xuan had shown little promise in his early years, his cultivation slow and his talent middling. But what he lacked in aptitude, he made up for with ambition-and an uncanny knack for turning disaster into fortune.

As a boy, Feng Xuan had stumbled upon a dusty, forgotten manual while cleaning the sect's outer library, a task assigned to low-ranking disciples. The manual, titled The Shadowed Phoenix Technique, was incomplete and riddled with cryptic passages, but it contained insights into a unique cultivation path that emphasized deception and manipulation. Where others might have dismissed it as useless, Feng Xuan saw potential. He secretly began practicing the technique, using its teachings to amplify his meager abilities.

His first taste of power came when he uncovered a scandal involving a senior disciple and one of the sect's alchemists. Using the information as leverage, Feng Xuan secured access to precious pills and resources that were otherwise beyond his reach. This marked the beginning of a pattern that would define his life: taking risks, exploiting weaknesses, and climbing higher with every step.

Feng Xuan's cunning extended to his dealings with women, and it was here that his methods grew particularly depraved. His first conquest was a fellow outer disciple, a shy and naive girl who had always admired him from afar. He showered her with sweet words and promises, coaxing her into stealing cultivation resources from her family. When she was caught and expelled from the sect, Feng Xuan shed no tears. By then, he had already moved on to his next target.

His charm was a weapon, one he wielded with ruthless precision. He seduced the daughter of a Grand Elder, convincing her of his undying love while simultaneously blackmailing her with secrets he had uncovered about her father's illicit dealings. Through her, he gained access to the inner sect and the vast troves of knowledge and power that came with it.

Feng Xuan's luck often bordered on the miraculous, a fact that even he sometimes marveled at. During an expedition to an ancient ruin, he was ambushed by a rival who sought to eliminate him. Trapped and outmatched, Feng Xuan seemed doomed-until the ground beneath them collapsed, plunging them into a hidden chamber filled with treasures. While his rival perished in the fall, Feng Xuan emerged with a legendary artifact: the Crimson Flame Pearl, an item that significantly boosted his cultivation speed.

Step by step, Feng Xuan climbed the ranks of the Radiant Sun Sect. His reputation grew alongside his power, though not always for the right reasons. Stories of his escapades spread through the sect like wildfire-how he had seduced the head librarian's wife to gain access to forbidden texts, or how he had framed a rival for theft, leading to the man's exile. Despite his underhanded methods, Feng Xuan's successes overshadowed his scandals.

By the time he reached the Core Formation Realm, Feng Xuan had amassed a following of beautiful women, each more loyal-and more deceived-than the last. His harem was a source of both pleasure and power, their combined resources and connections fueling his rise. Some were talented cultivators who believed in his potential and promised to support him in his path to greatness. Others were daughters of influential figures, pawns in his ever- expanding web of manipulation.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

As he approached the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm, Feng Xuan encountered his most significant challenge yet. The sect's upper echelons were fiercely competitive, and his rapid rise had earned him many enemies. During a sect-wide tournament, he faced an opponent far beyond his skill level: Li Tianyu, the pride of the Radiant Sun Sect and a cultivator who had already half-stepped into the Divine Ascension Realm. The duel was meant to end Feng Xuan's ambitions once and for all.

Yet, once again, Feng Xuan's luck intervened. A freak lightning storm struck during the match, its chaotic energy disrupting the battlefield. While Li Tianyu was struck directly and incapacitated, Feng Xuan narrowly escaped harm and used the opportunity to claim victory. The event was hailed as a divine sign, and Feng Xuan's reputation soared.

It was during this time that Feng Xuan finally broke through to the Divine Ascension Realm. The process was grueling, requiring him to balance the volatile energies of the Crimson Flame Pearl with his own cultivation base. He secluded himself for months, enduring agonizing tribulations that nearly cost him his life. When he emerged, his aura was entirely transformed, his power radiating like the sun itself. The sect celebrated his achievement, crowning him the Young Sovereign and granting him dominion over the Celestial Flame Belt.

Now, as the most powerful cultivator in the Radiant Sun Sect, Feng Xuan lived a life of unparalleled luxury and decadence. His palace atop the Celestial Flame Belt was a marvel of architecture, its golden spires piercing the heavens. Within its walls, every whim was catered to. His harem, now numbering in the dozens, was a testament to his conquests. The women who shared his chambers ranged from sect disciples to the daughters of influential elders, their loyalty secured through a mix of charm, coercion, and calculated generosity.

Feng Xuan's daily life was a blend of cultivation and indulgence. He spent his mornings meditating in the grand chamber of his palace, the air around him shimmering with the heat of his aura. Afternoons were reserved for meetings with his advisors, many of whom were women who had risen to prominence under his patronage. Evenings were a time of revelry, with feasts and music filling the halls of his palace.

Despite his outward confidence, Feng Xuan remained acutely aware of the precariousness of

his position. His rise had been built on deception and exploitation, and he knew that many within the sect viewed him with suspicion. But his luck had never failed him before, and he believed it never would.

One evening, as he reclined on a jade couch, a curvaceous beauty poured him a cup of celestial

wine. Her robes clung to her form, leaving little to the imagination. Feng Xuan's eyes glinted with amusement as he ran a hand through her silken hair. "You're particularly attentive tonight, aren't you?"

The woman blushed, her voice soft. "I only wish to please you, Young Sovereign."

Feng Xuan chuckled, taking a sip of the wine. "And please me, you have. But tell me, my dear, what's the talk among the disciples? I trust you hear more than most."

affection. It was a masterstroke, for not only did he gain access to her secrets, but he also secured a loyal ally who would go to any lengths to protect him.

By the time Altan reached the Divine Ascension Realm, his power was undeniable. His

starships patrolled multiple systems, his name was whispered with equal parts awe and fear, and his harem of Astral Spirits and Starlord women had become legendary. Each woman in his sanctum had a story-a rival's daughter who fell for his charm, an Astral Spirit bound by a pact she could not escape, or a former enemy who had surrendered to his might. These women

adored him, their ethereal forms draped in silken robes as they attended to his every whim.

Yet, to Altan, they were more than trophies; they were symbols of his triumph over a cosmos that had once sought to crush him.

On this particular day, Altan reclined in the pool of starlight, the radiant forms of his harem

entwined around him. Lyara, a willowy Astral Spirit with eyes like twin moons, traced a finger down his chest. Her voice was soft, almost musical. "You seem... distracted, Starlord."

Altan's golden eyes, usually so warm and inviting, turned cold and distant. "Something has

changed," he murmured, his tone thoughtful. "A force beyond comprehension has entered our cosmos. This could be an opportunity-or a threat."

The tremor he had felt was unlike anything he had experienced before. It was as if the very

fabric of reality had been torn and reforged in an instant. Such power was rare, even in the vast expanse of the Western Cosmos.

Altan stood, the liquid light cascading off his chiseled form as he stepped from the pool. He

moved with the grace of a predator, his every motion a study in elegance and control. "Lyara," he said, his voice commanding, "gather the Council. I want every Starlord under my command to report anything unusual. And send emissaries to the Luminary Court. We need to

know what they know."

Lyara hesitated, her form flickering with uncertainty. "Do you think this could affect us?"

Altan turned to her, his smile returning, though it was colder now. "Everything affects us, my dear. But don't worry. Whatever this is, I'll turn it to our advantage."

As Lyara moved to carry out his orders, Altan's thoughts turned inward. His mind was a whirlwind of possibilities and plans, yet a gnawing anxiety crept into his heart. He glanced at the women around him, their devotion evident in their eyes. Each of them represented a piece

of his power, a reminder of his victories. The thought of losing them-of someone stronger coming to take what he had fought so hard to build-was unbearable.

Altan clenched his fists, his resolve hardening. "No one will overshadow me," he muttered to

himself. "No one."

Despite his confidence, the memory of his tragic beginnings lingered. He thought of his

mother, her spirit shattered yet defiant to the end. He thought of the betrayal and hatred he had endured, the countless nights spent plotting his revenge. Everything he had, he had earned through blood, sweat, and sheer force of will. He was the embodiment of survival, the culmination of tragedy turned triumph.

In the shimmering halls of the Celestial Nexus, Altan Starbright prepared to confront whatever fate the cosmos had in store. His journey had been long and harrowing, filled with

darkness and despair. Yet he had emerged victorious, a shining star in a universe of chaos. And though his methods were ruthless, and his heart perhaps irreparably scarred, Altan believed one thing with unwavering certainty: destiny belonged to those who seized it.