Life as a Demonic Cultivator
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Chapter 9: The Emperor’s Past
Biography Sex Story: Chapter 9: The Emperor’s Past - Follow the journey of Zi Chen a brilliant scientist from a type 2 civilization known as the Arcadian galactic empire As she tries to survive in this new universe filled with beings called cultivators, Existences that comprehend master and transcend the very laws of reality to become immortals Follow her journey form being transmigrated into the body a half teifling slave working in brothels to becoming the star gazing immortal demon venerable
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Emperor Galdin and Zi Chen continued to gaze at each other for several moments. Origin energy was a mysterious form of energy that Yin Zu and Zi Chen had been researching for several eras, unlike anything they had encountered before. This energy permeated everything in the universe, from living beings to inanimate objects, suggesting that it was a fundamental component of existence itself.
As Galdin began to speak, his eyes shifted towards Yin Zu, revealing a look of genuine admiration.
“I’ve observed Yin Zu’s illusory bodies, but the underlying structure of their construction still amazes me. It’s like nothing I have ever seen,” Galdin continued.
“What he has demonstrated is extraordinary. His illusory body possesses a degree of stability, responsiveness, and physical interaction that conventional technology cannot adequately explain.”
His illusory body is not like ordinary holograms; His illusory body behaves as though his will and consciousness can impose a degree of reality upon an otherwise virtual existence.”
He paused, allowing his words to sink in, before rising from his throne and sitting down on the floor.
“Come sit with me; this is going to be a long explanation,” Galdin said.
Zi Chen and Yin Zu exchanged surprised glances. To outsiders, such a gesture might have seemed ordinary, but in Arcadia this gesture had great meaning. In Arcadia, sitting on the floor beside another person at the same level was a gesture of respect and recognition, especially among members who held high ranks in their society. It signified that the two parties regarded each other as equals. It was a way for two powers to demonstrate their mutual respect and approval without relying on formal titles or displays of authority.
Zi Chen and Yin Zu looked at each other but eventually sat beside him, one on his left and the other on his right.
“Like I was saying, after seeing Yin Zu’s illusionary bodies, I have deduced that the principles behind those manifestations appear to extend beyond conventional technology. Based on my hypothesis, his illusionary bodies suggest a connection between will, consciousness, and Origin energy. I know I sound crazy, but hear me out,” the emperor said.
Galdin paused briefly before continuing, his expression becoming more serious as he began sharing his understanding of Origin energy, a mysterious force he had long utilized to enhance his physical capabilities and execute various techniques, such as Phantom Step. Through the application of Origin energy, he could temporarily transcend the limitations of his physical body, achieving movements and feats that conventional science could scarcely explain.
“From my experience, Origin energy is not simply a source of power. It appears to respond to the intent of the user, allowing consciousness to influence how the energy manifests and interacts with the surrounding environment. The stronger one’s control and understanding over this energy, the more precisely one can manipulate its effects.”
His hypothesis was entirely correct. In fact, Galdin had managed to identify the underlying principle behind Yin Zu’s illusionary bodies.
Yin Zu was not relying on Origin energy alone to create his manifestations. Instead, he had combined Origin energy with his understanding of elemental laws of fire, water, earth, wood, air, lightning, metal, light, and darkness. By integrating these nine elemental laws into a unified structure, he had achieved something far more sophisticated than a conventional illusion.
Each elemental law contributed a distinct property to the manifestation, allowing Yin Zu to construct an illusionary body that possessed exceptional stability, responsiveness, and physical interaction. Origin energy served as the foundation, while the elemental laws governed the structure and behavior of the manifestation, enabling it to imitate the characteristics of a genuine physical existence with extraordinary precision.
The result was a perfect illusionary body, one that could interact with its surroundings so naturally that distinguishing it from an actual physical entity would be exceedingly difficult.
Galdin had correctly identified the connection between Origin energy and consciousness. What he had yet to discover, however, was that Yin Zu had gone a step further by incorporating the fundamental laws governing the universe itself into the construction of his illusionary bodies.
As Galdin continued speaking, Zi Chen seemed completely focused on her stepfather. Yin Zu, however, couldn’t help wondering whether she was actually listening to the emperor’s lecture or simply admiring his handsome face. Zi Chen remained silent, but her expression clearly revealed that she was paying close attention to every word he said.
She was genuinely astounded by the emperor’s insights. She had heard rumors that, despite being the ruler of the Arcadian Empire, Galdin was also a renowned scientist, general, strategist, swordsman, and philosopher, the likes of whom his galactic era had never seen.
However, witnessing his lecture firsthand left her deep in thought. His understanding of Origin energy was far more profound than she had initially anticipated; though, in truth, her and Yin Zu’s research and findings had already discovered what he was saying. Still, she remained silent, listening carefully to the emperor’s insights.
Suddenly, the emperor linked to the Arcadian virtual network and, with a wave of his hand, the surrounding space shimmered, and a series of vivid projections appeared before them.
“Listen, you two. I’m going to share a story with you, along with information that very few people know about how I came to use Origin energy and why I have ruled unchallenged for 500 million years, controlling and manipulating my empire’s development from the shadows,” the emperor said as historical recordings from Galdin’s earliest memories, dating back 500 million years, began to play on the screen. The three watched as an unfamiliar world emerged before their eyes, revealing a civilization that bore little resemblance to the galactic empire they knew today.
“Back during my era, Arcadia wasn’t called Arcadia. Our home planet was called Naka. Back then, it was a medieval civilization with a technological development level of only Type 0.4. I was a normal blacksmith who gradually rose up from a blacksmith to a wandering swordsman to an army general and eventually accumulated enough wealth and influence to establish my Arcadian barony which over time, I steadily expanded my territory, transforming it into a county, then a dukedom, and finally a kingdom.”
He paused briefly, his eyes fixed on the distant images of his former world.
“From an early age, I believed in one thing. Myself”
Galdin leaned forward slightly, his expression becoming more serious.
“You must understand something: we were a primitive civilization. We knew very little about science, astronomy, or technology. In fact, during my era, possessing knowledge of such subjects could lead to you being burned alive. Our civilization was divided into kingdoms, and many people worshiped and believed in higher beings who controlled our fate. We called them gods.”
“Is that what you looked like in your first life?” Zi Chen asked, glancing at the young man depicted in the projection.
“Yes. What, is that surprising?” Galdin replied.
“Yeah, you look so different! Hold on, what’s that metal thing you’re hitting?” Zi Chen asked curiously, pointing at the image of the younger Galdin working in a medieval blacksmith’s workshop.
“You mean an anvil?” Galdin interjected, examining the projection with an expression of genuine confusion, like a person being asked a basic question. “Why not use a Neuro-ZX metal smelter? Even the standard version should be able to smelt the metal faster and eliminate impurities.”
Galdin immediately reached over and bonked Yin Zu on the head.
“Are you stupid? We were a Type 0.4 civilization! Where the fuck was I supposed to get a ZX metal smelter, which uses electricity, when we hadn’t even discovered electricity yet?” Galdin asked.
Yin Zu rubbed his head, looking rather aggrieved.
“I was merely suggesting a more efficient method of metal processing.”
“An efficient method? If you had shown people a flashlight during that era, they would probably have called you the God of Light and made you the leader of their entire civilization!” Galdin retorted.
“Damn, our ancestors were dumb? No offense, Dad,” Zi Chen remarked, looking between the projection and the emperor.
Galdin slowly turned his head towards the two of them.
“Mom, technically you have not insulted them; you are just speaking facts. Introducing a flashlight would have required a basic understanding of electrical circuits, battery chemistry, and the manufacturing of suitable components. Depending on the available materials, establishing a reliable production process might have been more difficult than...” Yin Zu said as Galdin looked visibly annoyed they were insulting his roots, sure they were not intelligent back then, but in their era they did not have access to the advanced tech and knowledge of a type 2 civilization to build upon their foundation.
“Okay, would you two just shut the fuck up, and let me continue with my story?”
Both Zi Chen and Yin Zu immediately fell silent.
For approximately three seconds.
“Just saying...”
“YIN ZU!”
“Got it, shutting up...”
Zi Chen pressed her lips together, desperately suppressing a laugh as Galdin closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
For a moment, the emperor who had ruled over an interstellar civilization for 500 million years looked less like the supreme ruler of the Arcadian Empire and more like an exhausted father trying to tell a story to two insufferably troublesome children.
“Now,” Galdin continued, pointing towards the projection of his early days back before he was even a king.
“I was born into a family of ordinary peasants. My father, Razi Von Arcadia, was a farmer who owned little more than a patch of land, a few farming tools, and the stubborn determination to keep his family alive. My mother, Alianna Von Arcadia, was a gentle woman who believed that if we worked hard enough and treated others kindly, we could eventually build a peaceful life.”
“For a time, I believed her.”
“Then war came.”
“The land we called home was ravaged by armies that neither knew nor cared that ordinary people lived there. Fields were burned, houses were reduced to ashes, and families were scattered across the countryside. We lost nearly everything. With nowhere else to go, we became refugees, carrying whatever belongings we could salvage and searching for somewhere we might live without fear.”
Galdin’s fingers curled slightly against his palm.
“But even after escaping the battlefield, we did not escape the cruelty of war. The people in the settlements where we sought refuge looked at us with suspicion. We were human, just as they were. We shared the same blood, breathed the same air, and suffered the same hunger. Yet, because we came from a conquered territory, they treated us as though we were somehow less human.”
“Some refused to rent us rooms. Others demanded absurd prices for food. Children were taught to avoid us, while adults spoke about us as though we were a burden their kingdom had been unfortunate enough to inherit.”
“I remember watching my mother bow her head and apologize to people who had done nothing to deserve her apology. I remember her counting the few coins we had left, calculating how many days we could survive before we needed to find more work. And I remember my father standing between us and those who wanted to humiliate us, enduring their insults with a patience I could never understand.”
Galdin fell silent for a moment.
“I hated it. I hated being powerless. I hated watching my parents swallow their dignity just so we could have somewhere to sleep. Most of all, I hated the war that had taken our home and reduced us to begging strangers for the right to live.”
He slowly exhaled.
“Yet, despite everything, Back the my ambitions were tiny, I did not want to be a king or emperor I wanted something remarkably ordinary. I wanted to grow up, find someone I loved, marry her, raise children, and grow old and die in the hands of those I cared about. I wanted a little house with a roof that did not leak, a garden where my mother could grow flowers, and a field where my father could work without worrying that another army would come to burn it.”
His expression softened, and for an instant, the formidable emperor seemed almost painfully young.
“I did not dream of conquering kingdoms. I did not dream of standing above millions of people. I did not want to become a hero, a king, or a legend. I simply wanted a life in which the people I loved could wake up in the morning without wondering whether they would still be alive by nightfall.”
“Then my father was drafted into the war.”
“Razi Von Arcadia was a farmer. He knew how to sow seeds, repair fences, tend livestock, and coax a harvest from stubborn soil. He had no extraordinary talent for warfare. He had never dreamed of becoming a soldier, and he certainly had no desire to die for the ambitions of nobles whose names he barely knew.”
“But the kingdom needed men, and men like my father had little choice.”
“He left us with a promise that he would return.”
Galdin’s voice grew quieter.
“He never did.”
“No glorious funeral was held in his honor. No grand monument was erected in his name. We received no meaningful explanation, only the news that he had fallen somewhere on a battlefield. To the kingdom, he was another name among thousands of dead soldiers. To my mother, he was her husband. To me, he was the man who had carried me on his shoulders when I was a child and promised that one day we would return home.”
Galdin lowered his eyes.
“I remember my mother waiting for him long after the news arrived. Whenever footsteps sounded outside our door, she would look up. Whenever someone knocked, she would rush to answer it. For weeks, she convinced herself that there had been a mistake, that my father was wounded somewhere, that he had lost his memory, or that he would eventually find his way back to us.”
“He never came home.”
“And eventually, she stopped waiting at the door.”
For several seconds, Galdin said nothing.
“When I realized that my father was never coming back, I understood that there was no one left to provide for us. My mother was fragile and got sick from time to time, forcing us to spend the little money we had on her treatment. She could not do a lot of work; otherwise she could faint from time to time. It was later on that I discovered she was asthmatic; when too much dust accumulated in her lungs, she had difficulties breathing and would pass out.”
“She was grieving, and whatever little money we possessed was disappearing quickly on her treatments. So I began taking whatever work I could find.”
“I worked as a cook. I carried stones at construction sites. I hauled supplies, cleaned stables, repaired fences, and performed any task that might earn me enough money to put food on our table. Some days, I worked until my hands bled. On others, I went to sleep hungry because I had earned too little to feed both of us.”
“I never complained to my mother. She had already lost her husband. I could not bear the thought of making her feel that she had also become a burden to her own child.”
A bitter smile appeared on his face.
“Then, one day, I met a mysterious eccentric man whose most defining feature was his green hair. His name was Lai Mo Daizu, a man who, I later came to learn, was a literal immortal whose power and abilities transcend anything you could imagine. This man did not just change my life, but he is the reason why even Arcadia went from a type 0.4 to a type 2 before suddenly disappearing 100 million years ago, without leaving a word.”
Galdin’s expression shifted slightly, as though he were remembering an unexpected encounter that had changed the course of his life.
“He was an unusual man, a wandering weaponsmith renowned across various lands. It was said he traveled between settlements repairing blades, crafting weapons, and occasionally accepting commissions from local knights, barons, counts, dukes, and kings he found worthy. I had been working as a construction worker near his workshop when I would sneak in the back of his assigned workshop and watch him forge a sword. I was fascinated by the process: the way he heated the metal, hammered it into shape, and repeatedly tested its strength before refining the edge.”
“I began visiting his workshop whenever I had spare time. At first, I merely watched. Eventually, I started asking questions. Why did one blade bend while another broke? Why did certain swords retain their sharpness longer? How could two weapons made from similar materials behave so differently?”
“He initially ignored me. Then he became irritated. Finally, after I had spent an entire afternoon explaining why I thought one of his newly forged blades was poorly balanced, he handed me a hammer and told me to prove that I knew what I was talking about.”
Galdin chuckled faintly.
“I spent the next several hours making a terrible mess of his workshop.”
“Yet I returned the following day. And the day after that.”
“Eventually, the green-haired man took a liking to my curiosity and took me in as his disciple. He taught me the art of weapon crafting, the properties of metals, the importance of balance, and the relationship between a weapon and the person wielding it. He taught me that a sword was not merely a piece of sharpened metal. It was an extension of its wielder’s intentions. A poorly made weapon could betray its owner, while a well-crafted one could become as familiar as their own hand.”
“I learned quickly. Far more quickly than he expected.”
“Before long, I could forge blades that surpassed those made by experienced craftsmen. I learned to recognize flaws in metal by sound alone. I could examine a sword’s construction and determine where it would fail under pressure. The better I became at making weapons, the more I wanted to understand how they performed in actual combat.”
“And so I began testing them.”
Galdin gave a small shrug.
“At first, I challenged ordinary guards. Then I challenged knights. I would finish forging a blade, take it to a training ground, and ask someone to test it against me. I expected to struggle. I expected to be beaten repeatedly before I learned anything useful.”
“Instead, I defeated them.”
“Again and again.”