But our overpowered MC would, of course, not have a dull, untalented woman as his first love and wife.
He wanted the best possible match, someone who befitted his station, and so he searched the entire universe for this woman.
It did not take him long to find candidates who fit what he wanted. In fact, there were many. But then he was struck by something he should have known and been familiar with.
"Are they all..." he mused, using a simple divination spell and sighing at the results.
He could see a successful future in winning their hearts, but it would take millions of years of courting since these women were at the top of the food chain and obsessed with reaching the apex of cultivation.
It would be hard to change someone who had existed for trillions upon trillions of years. And although he could easily enslave any of them, that was not the result he wanted.
Our OP MC desired romance, not forceful mind-breaking. In the end, he could only turn his eyes nearby.
"I need to get rid of my trash label, and the easiest way to do that is by doing something grand," our op MC said to himself and chose the most direct way to get results.
"BANG!" An unimaginable spiritual pressure exploded from his body, immediately covering the entire city in just three breaths.
No man, woman, child, or powerhouse could resist this flood of divine strength, and they were forced to kiss the very ground they used to walk upon.
"What is this?!"
"Who could give off such immense spiritual pressure?!"
"It can't be! There's a nascent soul senior in our city!"
"It's coming from the Walker Clan!" The many powerhouses in the city could not help but add one and one together. They deduced that some senior had visited the Walker Clan and perhaps invited his wrath.
They imagined the clan destroyed, as it would benefit them greatly. One should know that the Walker Clan was one of the top five clans in Flying Cloud City.
All people in the city were forced to kneel for a full minute before the invisible compulsion slowly receded.
When they recovered their strength well enough, the many strong cultivators in the city flew at once to the Walker Clan to spy on the events unfolding inside.
They used their spiritual senses and easily noted that the people inside were just as shocked as they were.
Eventually, order was restored as several elders in the Walker Clan went out to guard all four corners of the clan.
They even went as far as to open their defensive formation to prevent any mishaps regarding whatever had happened inside.
After the formation activated, the spiritual senses of the cultivators outside were also prohibited from further intrusion and spying.
* * *
Meanwhile, inside the Walker Clan, some developments were also unfolding.
"Damian? Are you there?" A middle-aged man knocked gently on the door. Even with a million guts, he would not dare to barge in uninvited.
The lingering remnants of the powerful aura that had held them captive still resonated behind this door.
This convinced him, and the other elders of the clan, that the nascent soul senior was indeed inside his son's room at this time.
"Come in, father. It's safe now," our OP MC replied. His father hesitated for a moment before turning to the strongest elders behind him.
"Wait here for me. We don't know who the senior is or his temperament. It's best not to crowd the room with more people," the patriarch, Damian's father, said to the gathered elders.
"We understand, Patriarch. Please be careful," said one of the elders.
"I will," the patriarch nodded and entered his son's room. The first thing he noticed was Damian sitting on the bed in a lotus position. He glanced around and saw no one else in the room.
"Damian," he called.
"Yes, father," our OP MC responded.
"Has the senior already departed?" the patriarch asked. As only a Core Formation realm expert, understanding the ways of a nascent soul powerhouse was beyond his grasp.
"What senior, father? I've been alone in here since the disturbance," our OP MC clarified.
"You? Then the..."
"Yes. The immense spiritual pressure earlier came from me. I woke up and felt unimaginable strength within me. Moreover, I've gained profound immortal techniques and knowledge. It just happened and I don't know how they came from or why." Our op mc lied.
"…" A long silence followed as the patriarch tried to digest what he had just heard. He had only three children: two sons and one daughter.
It was a sad fact that Damian had shown no talent in cultivation whatsoever. Given this, it was understandable that the patriarch found it hard to believe the unbelievable words he had just heard.
"Then can you release that kind of power again, Damian? The one from before?" The patriarch asked softly.
"As you wish, father," our OP MC complied.
"BANG!" For the second time that day, everyone was forced to prostrate on the ground. Several hours after this strange event, the Walker Clan made an announcement.
They declared that Damian Walker would be the next patriarch and invited all the clan heads in Flying Cloud City to a meeting.
They even boldly stated that anyone who did not attend would have no future prospects in the city.
The meeting was held one week later, and every major influence in the city attended. Damian's father hosted the meeting.
"The Walker Clan has produced a nascent soul expert. Therefore, the trajectory of this city must change as well. Our clan will now take a 70 percent tax from all businesses in the city, including the City Lord's. If you do not wish to comply with this new decree, you are free to leave. Who agrees? Who rejects? Make your decision now," the patriarch declared, presenting the main agenda of the meeting.
"We follow Patriarch Daniel's arrangement!" Some wise men and women quickly agreed. They stood up and raised a glass of wine in acceptance. However, resistance was inevitable.
"First of all, I congratulate the Walker Clan for being blessed by a nascent soul senior. It is my only wish to meet this senior personally so that I may toast to his honored name," a clan head spoke.
"A slave owner," our OP MC's voice echoed through the hall. "We are all guilty of such a usual curse. We own slaves and… we own many. But I see one who delights in torturing his slaves and mocking them as they face a cruel death. Since you summoned me with your words then let me give you my full attention for the next hour." At these words, hell descended upon the scene.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" The clan head who sought to see our OP MC screamed at the top of his lungs as his skin peeled from his forehead down to his toes.
He struggled to move away, but it was as if invisible hands held him in place, subjecting him to the cruelest tortures of his own imagination.
For a full hour, he was the center of attention, enduring a thousand forms of extreme agony.
Those who witnessed this horror could not help but gulp in fear as they watched the clan head suffer for an entire hour before dying from his injuries.
His broken body and fresh blood dyed the floor red, which was soon washed away by hot red flames. In the blink of an eye, there was no evidence of the torture left.
Everyone turned to look at our OP MC as if he were a monster who could be provoked at the slightest offense.
They were well aware that that clan head had a reputation for torturing his own slaves and felt some sense of justice had been served. Still, none wished to endure the same fate.
"So?" our OP MC asked, his gaze sweeping over the gathered experts of Flying Cloud City.
"I obey!"
"Me too!"
"As do I!"
"Long live Senior Damian!" The rest trembled in place as they celebrated their own surrender.