Corpses littered the streets, staining the ground with crimson as Tatyana stood frozen for a brief moment. Then, in an instant, a terrifying wave of spiritual pressure exploded from her, expanding to its fullest extent. Every master in the capital city shuddered as her overwhelming presence enveloped everything in its grasp.
Frantically, she searched for her little treasure. Her spiritual sense swept through the battlefield, then the streets, but Yasenia was nowhere to be found. Heart pounding, she extended her perception into their home. When she finally reached the backyard, she saw a small girl gazing thoughtfully at the sky.
With a flicker, Tatyana vanished from her spot and reappeared beside her beloved daughter, pulling her into a fierce embrace.
Before she was suddenly engulfed in warmth, Yasenia had been lost in thought, murmuring,
"Even though we won… so many of our maids and guards were wounded."
Her small fists clenched, frustration burning in her golden eyes. "Cultivators are too strong. Even the weakest among them could overpower me right now. That means… even a mere Meridian or Dantian creation cultivator could kidnap me if they wanted. I have to get stronger—strong enough that the weak can't even dream of touching me!"
Just as she resolved herself, a presence suddenly appeared behind her, wrapping her in a familiar warmth.
"Kyaa!" Yasenia squeaked, momentarily panicked before catching a whiff of her mother's distinct scent. Her body instantly relaxed as she recognized the comforting embrace. With a soft sigh, she wrapped her long tail around Tatyana's waist and buried her face against her chest.
Tatyana chuckled, lowering her head slightly to inhale her daughter's sweet scent, reassuring herself that she was truly there and unharmed.
"Hah… Do they not know how to clean up after a battle?" she murmured, a bit exasperated. "They nearly scared me to death."
Yasenia's muffled voice spoke against her chest, "Mom, cultivators are strong."
"Yes."
"Mom, I'm too weak right now."
"That's why someone must always accompany you."
"But I want to be strong."
"Don't worry, my little treasure," Tatyana cooed, stroking Yasenia's silky black hair. "Your mother is your unshakable pillar. Even if the sky itself collapses, I will protect you. You don't need to rush—grow at your own pace. Step by step. Until you are strong enough to stand on your own… and even after that, I will always be by your side."
A quiet determination gleamed in Tatyana's red eyes as she thought to herself, 'No matter what it takes… Even if I must bathe this world in blood, I will always protect you, my darling.'
Looking down, she noticed that Yasenia had fallen asleep in her arms. A soft smile graced Tatyana's lips as she gently carried her back to her room. After tucking her under the covers, she turned to leave—but before she could take a step, Yasenia's tail tightened around her waist, preventing her from escaping.
Letting out a helpless sigh, she pulled out a communication jade. Upon confirming that everything was under control, she slipped into bed beside Yasenia and closed her eyes.
Twelve Years Later
Yasenia's growth over the years was nothing short of extraordinary—both physically and mentally.
By the time she turned ten, she had already chosen her weapon under Tatyana's guidance. Unlike most girls who preferred nimble swords or elegant fans, Yasenia wielded a massive broadsword—1.5 meters in length, 25 cm wide, and weighing 47 kg. A weapon that would be impossible for an ordinary person to even lift, yet Yasenia wielded it with ease.
Her fighting style was like an unstoppable force—a steamroller that crushed anything in its path. With each swing of her enormous blade, enemies were sent flying. But what made her terrifying wasn't just her raw power—it was her unnatural agility.
Most warriors with brute force lacked flexibility, but Yasenia was different. Her long dragon-like tail gave her an unfair advantage. With precise control, she could strike from impossible angles, using her tail like a flexible steel whip. She could harden it like a blade or keep it as soft as silk, making it a deadly hidden weapon.
During her teenage years, she refined her techniques under her mother's expert tutelage. Though she lacked the battle-hardened experience of a seasoned fighter, her dual-weapon advantage more than made up for it, making her a formidable force in both offense and defense.
Her control over her tail had reached mastery. She could change directions mid-charge by slamming it against the ground, run almost parallel to the ground, deflect arrows, and even trip opponents mid-fight by wrapping it around their ankles.
And as she approached her 18th birthday, one thing was undeniable—she would soon be ready to cultivate.
A Temptation No One Could Resist
While Yasenia's combat skills left people in awe, what truly left the mansion in chaos was… her appearance.
She stood at a striking 187 cm, her body a masterpiece of both strength and seduction. Her full, perky breasts sat proudly upon her chest—soft enough to sink a finger into, yet seemingly defying gravity.
Her slim waist and plump, round butt swayed effortlessly as she walked, her long, toned legs making her movements mesmerizing. But what truly sent hearts racing was her tail—a stunning two-meter-long appendage that started sleek and metallic black, gradually transitioning into a glorious golden hue. The last 20 cm of her tail could **shift into different shapes—**from a soft, teasing curl to a razor-sharp blade.
Her midnight-black hair cascaded in a straight waterfall down her back, silky and luminous. Her fan-like eyelashes framed almond-shaped golden slit eyes that shimmered with a dangerous allure. And her slightly pouty, strawberry-colored lips made her whole face impossibly seductive.
Her natural charm was overwhelming. Even without trying, her every movement carried a subtle sensuality—hips swaying, tail flicking, a soft, addictive floral fragrance lingering in her wake.
The men in the house suffered terribly, walking around uncomfortably hard most of the time. The women… had it even worse.
The maids, in particular, were constantly fighting an internal battle of willpower.
Why? Because thanks to a certain someone, Yasenia still bathed with the maids' help!
(Tatyana sneezed in her study room, feeling both cursed and praised at the same time.)
If Yasenia had been fully female, perhaps they could endure it. But she wasn't. And the "extra weapon" she possessed was… far from small.
Every single day, the maids waged a desperate battle against their baser instincts as they washed her divine body, assaulted by her scent, curves, and occasional teasing. If anyone asked, "Which maids in the empire have the strongest will?" the answer was unanimous:
"The ones serving in Countess Tatyana's mansion."
The Morning Ritual
On a warm summer morning, Eve—one of Yasenia's personal maids—walked down the corridor toward her lady's room. Climbing the stairs, she took a deep breath, preparing herself for the daily challenge of waking up her mistress.
As she stepped inside, the sweet, addicting floral scent of Yasenia's room instantly assaulted her senses.
Her heartbeat quickened.
Today… would be another difficult morning.