Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 509:Giving Draconic Portion To Sophia

Following the intense battle, he spent time conversing with his wives, cherishing the tranquility and warmth that enveloped them.

Then, Mira's gentle voice broke the silence, "The hot spring is ready. Shall we go and take a look?"

"That sounds wonderful..." Ethan agreed with a nod.

After sharing some intimate moments with his wives and to help ease the tension from their recent fierce fight, Ethan accompanied them to the hot springs.

A number of the newer wives still felt a degree of shyness, yet they couldn't refuse his invitation and quietly followed along.

Within the steamy embrace of the hot springs, the atmosphere was both balmy and serene. Wisps of steam curled around them, and the gentle murmur of the water created a peaceful cadence.

Ethan found himself truly relaxing for the first time in a considerable period.

He had ascended in power, and his wives had too. Their shared time together, while intense in its own unique way, was replete with closeness and vitality, serving as a vital release after all they had endured.

After a period, Sophia and some others began to feel weary, leaning back as their bodies surrendered to complete relaxation.

However, Amber, Julia, and Kassandra displayed greater stamina, maintaining their energy with him for a longer duration compared to the rest.

Kassandra, in particular, stood out.

Ethan couldn't help but subtly shake his head.

"...This woman..."

Ultimately, even he began to feel the strain.

Yet, after a prolonged period, a profound sense of satisfaction washed over him, calming his mind.

So much had transpired recently, leaving him with little time for his family. Thus, he resolved to spend the upcoming days by their side, accompanying his cherished wives and children.

Time seemed to accelerate its passage.

In what felt like the blink of an eye, five months had elapsed.

Throughout this period, Ethan dedicated himself to fortifying his family line and providing steadfast support for his wives' ongoing cultivation journey.

Concurrently, a disquieting thought began to occupy his mind.

The demonic war. All activity had abruptly ceased. There were no further updates, no intelligence, nothing at all.

This profound silence unnerved him deeply.

Consequently, he sought information from his father-in-law, Duke Lancelot, but even he possessed limited knowledge.

This revelation only amplified Ethan's growing unease.

It had been several months since Ethan had successfully hunted down the ancient dragon, Volcanus.

The blood essence he acquired bore a resemblance to draconic lineage, albeit slightly inferior. He entrusted it to Mareti for refinement into potent potions.

He reserved one for himself.

The subsequent potion, he decided, would be given to Sophia.

Sophia's inherent potential was not particularly robust. She had consistently relied on potions to keep pace, yet even with them, she was gradually falling behind.

It wasn't due to a lack of effort on her part.

However, her life of comfort had deprived her of the intense, life-or-death pressure that served as a catalyst for true growth.

For her, this particular potion held the promise of making a significant difference.

Ethan gazed at the vial, lost in thought.

He felt certain it would propel her forward in her cultivation.

Regarding the necessary materials, he had previously tasked Otlo with refining them, a process that had consumed considerable time and accounted for his recent delay.

.....

Ethan stood near the window, the gentle twilight casting elongated, tranquil beams of light across the chamber. The ambiance was still, and for the first time in a long while, no external pressures weighed upon him. He slowly turned the small vial in his fingers, observing how the light caught its surface.

Soft footsteps sounded from behind him.

Sophia entered the room with a measured pace, her expression placid yet hinting at a subtle curiosity as her gaze swept across the room before finally resting on him. Her eyes landed on the small vial in his hand, and she tilted her head slightly.

"You wished to see me?" she inquired, lightly crossing her arms over her chest.

Ethan turned to face her and gave a single nod. "Yes."

He approached her and extended the vial. Within, a deep crimson liquid shimmered faintly, emanating a subtle warmth that was perceptible even from a short distance. Sophia examined it closely before looking back at him.

"What is this?"

"A Draconic potion," Ethan replied. "It was refined from Volcanus' blood essence."

Her eyes widened slightly as she absorbed this information.

"Is this one of those potent concoctions you've been administering for years?"

"Yes," Ethan affirmed with a nod, and Sophia's expression immediately shifted into a slight pout.

"Why did you not give them to me sooner?" she questioned, her tone a mixture of inquiry and gentle complaint.

"You are presenting this to me now?" she added moments later, as if the realization was just fully dawning on her.

"It is because you did not meet the necessary requirements previously," Ethan explained.

Sophia did not immediately accept the vial. She studied it with quiet intensity, her attention focused upon its details, before looking back at him again. Her expression softened considerably.

"You should keep it for yourself," she stated softly. "You need it more than I do."

Ethan simply shook his head. "I will continue to grow regardless."

He could sense her holding back, prompting him to step closer. Before she could voice any protest, he leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. Then, with gentle deliberation, he took her hand, turned her palm upward, and placed the vial within it. "You were too weak to handle it before," he stated plainly.

This wasn't about raw power in the common sense. It concerned her determination to endure pain, and that had never been a question for Sophia.

Her fingers tightened around the vial, and she gazed down at it for a moment, an unreadable expression crossing her features.

"You always do this," she murmured softly.

"Do what?" Ethan inquired.

"Always doing those thoughtful things from the sidelines."

A faint exhalation escaped him, sounding almost like a quiet chuckle.

"Then don't argue," he replied.

Sophia looked up, her eyes reflecting a complex mix of emotions she made no effort to fully conceal.

"What if I can't handle it?" she asked.

Ethan's expression turned grave as he placed his hand firmly on her shoulder. "Then I'll be right here. You won't face it alone."

For a beat, Sophia simply looked at him, and a sense of resolve settled within her. She then slowly nodded. "Fine."

She inhaled deeply and lifted the vial. Ethan opened his mouth, intending to advise her to proceed slowly, to warn her of the pain and the required process, but before a single word could escape, Sophia had already uncorked the vial and downed its contents in one go.

"Damn, take it slow," he remarked, but the deed was already done.

The liquid traveled down her throat, and for an instant, nothing at all occurred.

Then, her body went rigid.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips as her eyes widened, her pupils constricting dramatically from the sudden surge coursing through her system.

"Ah!"

The vial slipped from her grasp, shattering on the floor as her knees buckled and she collapsed.

"Ahhhh!"