An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2713

Chapter 2713

After leaving the Western Mansion, Logan headed back to Oakvale. The dangerous trip to Fairyharbor Island had yielded more than just the Immortal Essence Pill.

The life force, life essence, and soul flames of Cassius and the other two had all merged into him.

He had also inherited a portion of Gensei’s memories.

From them, Logan learned that martial artists were not the only ones who walked the world—cultivators existed too.

But true cultivators were extremely rare. They lived in seclusion year-round, hidden from the mortal world, difficult for anyone to encounter.

Individuals like Aukon from Fairyharbor Island were also cultivators, but ones who had strayed far from the proper path—they were essentially demonic cultivators.

In martial arts, the “Land Immortal Realm” was equivalent to what cultivators called the Core Formation Realm.

Logan was already at the peak of Core Formation—just one final step away from forming his Nascent Soul.

This final step was neither easy nor particularly difficult.

He could sense it now—the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage hovering faintly in the darkness, clearer than ever before.

But this barrier wasn’t something one could break through with spiritual power alone.

He needed to transform from the mundane—a breakthrough of the heart.

Only when one’s spirit and soul were complete and free of regrets could they truly enter the Nascent Soul stage.

When Logan returned to Oakvale, he moved back into the villa he had previously used.

The spiritual energy here was thin, the mortal aura heavy—perfect for experiencing ordinary life and tempering his Dao heart.

The villa was unchanged, though the courtyard plants looked a bit wild from months of neglect.

Closing the door behind him, Logan shut out the world.

He didn’t meditate. He didn’t cultivate. He emptied his mind completely, living like an ordinary scholar who couldn’t even kill a chicken.

Every day, he read books, brewed tea, swept the courtyard, watched the sunrise and sunset, listened to wind and rain.

He didn’t use a trace of his divine sense. He didn’t absorb spiritual energy. He even deliberately avoided thinking about his power to move mountains and overturn seas.

Seven days passed quietly.

On the morning of the seventh day, sunlight spilled through the window onto Logan, who sat cross-legged on a futon.

The immense spiritual aura around him, once perfectly restrained, slowly receded like a tide.

This wasn’t suppression—it was disappearance.

He opened his eyes. Their profound clarity—once able to see through all things—was gone. What remained was the simple gaze of an ordinary person, tinged with a hint of confusion.

He stood up and stretched. For the first time in a very long while, he felt heaviness… fatigue.

Hunger. Thirst. The cool bite of morning air.

All these sensations he had almost forgotten suddenly became vivid again.

“Transformation into the Mortal Realm… So this is what it feels like.” Logan murmured with a relieved smile.

He clearly sensed a hazy mist enveloping his dantian.

His spiritual power was silent—out of reach.

At this moment, he was no different from an ordinary man.

His indestructibility, his immunity to poison—completely gone.

But he understood this was necessary. Before breaking into the Nascent Soul stage, one had to fully experience mortal life.

To understand all the emotions, desires, joys, pains, and imperfections of humanity.

Only then could one shatter the elixir, form a nascent soul, and rise once more.

During this time, using true essence or breaking the seal would shatter his foundation—years of effort wasted.

“After running around for so long… it’s finally time to live like a normal person.” Logan smiled and opened the villa door.

The sunlight was a bit too harsh. He instinctively raised a hand to shield his eyes.

Thinking of a certain smiling, passionate woman, warmth welled in his chest—along with a sharp sense of longing.

“Natasha…”

His body reacted out of habit, wanting to ride the wind to her side. But the moment the thought formed, he chuckled.

Now he was just an ordinary man.

Shaking his head, he walked to the roadside and hailed a taxi.

“Sir, to Dash Corporation.”

…

Dash Corporation — President’s Office

Natasha, dressed in a crisp white suit that highlighted her graceful figure, sat behind her desk reviewing documents.

Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting a soft glow across her profile. But her slightly furrowed brows revealed a mix of weariness and longing.

Months had passed. That troublesome man—her nemesis, her husband—had disappeared without a trace, without even leaving a message.

She knew Logan was capable and must be dealing with something serious, but her worry and resentment had only grown day by day.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Enter,” she said without looking up.

The secretary stepped in, visibly troubled. “President Harmon, Young Master Spanner is here again. He’s holding a huge bouquet of roses and insists on seeing you.”

Natasha’s brows tightened instantly. A flash of irritation crossed her eyes.

“Tell him I’m in a meeting and don’t have time. And tell him to stop coming.”

“But Young Master Spanner…” The secretary looked uneasy.

“Do as I say.” Natasha’s tone was crisp—absolute.

“…Yes, President.” The secretary retreated quickly.

Moments later, a commotion erupted outside the office.

“A meeting? What meeting? Natasha, I know you’re inside! My feelings for you are real—why do you keep avoiding me?!”

Security quickly dragged him away.

Natasha pressed her fingers against her temples, exhausted.

Persistent pests—impossible to get rid of.

She stood and walked to the window, gazing down at the river of cars below.

“Husband… where are you? If you don’t come back soon, I’m going to be bothered to death by these flies.”

Just then, her office door opened again.

“I said I’m not seeing anyone! Don’t you understand?!”

Natasha spun around angrily, frustration about to erupt—

But the moment she saw the figure in the doorway, everything inside her stopped.

Her anger froze. Her exhaustion melted away.

Sunlight streamed in behind him, outlining a tall figure she knew better than anyone.

He wore simple, casual clothes. His face carried traces of travel fatigue.

But that gentle, familiar smile—

The one she had dreamed of countless times—

was right there.

Was it Logan?