Chapter 147 - 137 Cheater, Nuwa, Qin Wuhun's Backdoor

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The thirtieth floor of the Tower of Gods and Demons.

This floor is a vast wasteland of mountains and seas. Above this ravaged landscape, seemingly scarred by countless years of war, floats a colossal, suffocating figure in the void.

The remnant soul of a god and demon on the thirtieth floor, towering in stature, possessing an overwhelming aura, its eyes like two crimson suns, radiating boundless malevolence.

Though now without a physical form, no longer as terrifying as it once was, even the aura emanating from this heavily sealed remnant soul envelops the entire sky, as if even heaven and earth must submit to it.

"Immortal Clan, Qin Clan! You lowly ants, dare to oppose me?!" The voice of the remnant soul echoed like thunder, shaking the heavens and earth.

Qin Tian stood amidst the ruins, his aura steady, his gaze sharp as a knife, coldly sweeping over the remnant soul. He showed no fear, no wavering, even a faint smile on his face.

These were merely defeated enemies of the Qin clan, reduced to mere remnants of their souls. What did he have to fear?

"Laughable. You must be the stubborn demon god, the master of the Great Dao of Stubbornness, yet you've been reduced to nothing but a remnant soul, still bragging?" Qin Tian spoke slowly, his voice low and filled with scorn.

The demon god's remnant soul roared, its crimson eyes fixed on Qin Tian. "Arrogant ants of the Qin clan, how dare you utter such wild words!"

Qin Tian smiled slightly, his expression hardening.

Then, he slightly raised his right hand, and the sky suddenly trembled. More than a dozen exquisitely crafted magical treasures appeared, arranged in a circle, shimmering with intense light: flying swords, talismans, array plates, jade discs, Qi-condensing beads, treasure gourds... Each treasure exuded an astonishing aura, precious artifacts painstakingly crafted by countless sects.

Many of these treasures were True Immortal artifacts, Immortal King artifacts, Immortal Emperor artifacts, and even Immortal Venerable artifacts. With his current cultivation level, he certainly couldn't unleash the full power of these magical treasures; even reaching 10% would be his limit.

While he couldn't unleash their full potential, he could unleash their full self-destruct power!

Qin Tian revealed a harmless smile, then gently waved his hand. The numerous magical treasures vibrated simultaneously, and in an instant, dazzling light pierced the sky.

"Explode!"

Boom!!!

In an instant, over a dozen magical treasures exploded simultaneously. The soaring energy swept in like a storm, the shockwaves instantly tearing apart the surrounding space. The once tranquil world was violently shaken, as if the apocalypse had arrived, the sky cracked open, and countless bolts of lightning suddenly descended. The entire battlefield instantly transformed into a sea of ​​light and fire.

The power of the explosion swept in like a torrent, even the air itself vibrated violently.

The earth trembled, mountains collapsed, and seas churned. Everything around was utterly destroyed in that instant, like a catastrophe. The energy released by each exploding magical artifact was enough to terrify any powerful being. The residual force of the self-destruction even penetrated the Divine Demon Tower, reaching the outside world, affecting some Qin clan members who collapsed, coughing up blood.

The remnant soul of the Divine Demon was momentarily engulfed in the radiance of the explosion. The entire void seemed to be distorted, and even its powerful aura was suppressed by this destructive force, falling into a brief silence.

The disciples outside were all speechless with shock. Many stared in disbelief at the thirtieth floor of the Divine Demon Tower. Although they didn't know what was happening inside the tower, the terrifying power and dazzling light indicated that at least ten more magical artifacts had self-destructed on the thirtieth floor, and of considerable quality.

Their eyes were filled with shock and anger, especially those who knew the value of magical artifacts, a surge of intense indignation rising within them.

Seeing this, some couldn't help but exclaim, "Insane! Utterly insane! Those were at least a dozen True Immortal artifacts!"

"That spendthrift!" An elderly man with white hair stamped his foot in anger, "A single one of those artifacts would be enough to establish a sect, and he just destroyed them like that!"

As the blinding light of the thirtieth level disappeared, the Heavenly Demon Tower once again lit up with thousands of runes. Suddenly, a black and white mark shot straight towards Qin Tian.

The moment it touched Qin Tian's brow, a deafening roar echoed in his mind, as if an ancient, weathered voice had been uttered.

"Heavenly Hand!"

This voice not only resonated in Qin Tian's mind but also spread beyond the thirtieth level of the Heavenly Demon Tower, resounding throughout the entire Qin Clan. As the voice echoed, every disciple in the Qin Clan trembled in their hearts, and many immediately gasped for breath, their eyes revealing intense greed.

"The Heavenly Hand... the Heavenly Hand!!"

"Damn it, damn it, this person actually obtained the Heavenly Hand on the thirtieth floor!!"

"The Heavenly Hand, ranked forty-seventh among the Qin Clan's eighty thousand immortal techniques, is rumored to be able to overturn the world's inhabitants when unleashed!! He actually obtained the Heavenly Hand, I refuse to accept this!!"

Some people were losing their composure. In the Qin Clan's long history, the Divine Demon Tower had been opened before, and it wasn't unheard of for anyone to reach the top. Last time, it was Qin Wuhun who reached the top and obtained the Karma Law, one of the Qin Clan's ten greatest treasures.

The Divine Demon Tower is a progressive trial. As long as you can pass the first five floors, you will receive rewards. You need to understand the opportunities you gain as you climb upwards.

But no one had ever passed the tower like this, bursting through with sparks and lightning, relying on explosions to conquer it.

This naturally made many people resentful, especially since they didn't know who this person was.

The thirty-fifth floor, the thirty-eighth floor... In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, Qin Tian surged to the fortieth floor like lightning.

The spectators outside erupted in a frenzy. Countless eyes widened, fists clenched as if to crush the air, anger and shock mingling together. A cacophony of doubts erupted from the crowd, a wave of sound sweeping across the entire arena.

"This is impossible! How can he be so fast?!"

"Every floor is like flat ground to him, does he have an inexhaustible supply of magical treasures?!"

"This is a blatant violation of the rules!" While most disciples were indignant and roaring in anger, more people, unwilling to be outdone, rushed into the tower.

However, as time passed, one loser after another was teleported out, leaving a full fifteen floors empty behind Qin Tian, ​​unmatched by anyone else.

"Fellow peak masters, are you just going to stand by and watch this person go?! The Divine Demon Tower is a trial ground opened by our Qin Clan for all disciples, and fairness is essential! We refuse to accept this!" A disciple who had just been eliminated on the eighth floor, his face full of resentment, shouted angrily at the ten great suns in the sky.

His voice was like igniting a powder keg, instantly igniting the discontent of the entire crowd.

The crowd echoed his sentiments, their eyes burning with rage, as if they wanted to burn this cheating bastard to ashes.

Just as everyone was filled with indignation, a deep rumble suddenly echoed through the heavens and earth, like the roar of an ancient beast. The fortieth floor, where Qin Tian was, was suddenly enveloped by a ghostly blue light. The light spread like flowing water, directly penetrating the barrier of the fortieth floor, seemingly ignoring the rules of the Divine Demon Tower.

In just a few breaths, Qin Tian easily crossed the fortieth floor, as if that challenge were child's play for him.

Immediately, the sky changed color, and twelve enormous phantoms vaguely emerged from the churning dark clouds. Each had a human face and a snake's body, wielding a spear, with eyes like lightning, resembling ancient war gods. With the appearance of the phantoms, a deep and majestic voice echoed from the heavens, reverberating throughout the entire world.

"The inherited method of my Nuwa clan, the Year-Keeping Sundial!"

This voice, like thunder, shook the hearts of the Qin clan disciples, but their eyes were filled with confusion. This Year-Keeping Sundial was not a secret technique of their Qin clan.

Moreover, some members of the Nuwa clan were unaware of it.

Moreover, some elders who knew the inside story, who had been calmly watching the spectacle, suddenly knocked over their teacups upon hearing the words "Yearly Sundial." The golden wheel floating atop the Divine Demon Tower was reflected in the glass window; it was a bronze sundial, engraved with obscure star patterns, with a serpentine figure with a human body and a snake's tail entwined around the sundial needle, each movement creating ripples in spacetime.

An old man suddenly coughed violently, his knuckles white as he gripped the window frame: "Yearly Sundial... I never thought I'd see Nuwa's forbidden technique in my lifetime!"

"It really is Nuwa's Yearly Sundial..." Within one of the ten great suns in the sky, an old man's eyes flickered with nostalgia.

"So much time has passed without me realizing it, Nuwa... my time has come... I wonder if I'll see you again down there..."

"Yearly Sundial..." Qin Yuanshou murmured.

"With this technique in Wudao's hands, the consequences are unpredictable." Several people looked at Qin Yuanshou.

Qin Yuanshou: "It's alright, I believe in my grandson."

"This is unfair!" A younger disciple let out a shrill roar, his voice filled with resentment and anger. Although he didn't know what the "Yearly Sundial" was, the moment that name appeared, the elders who had been calmly watching the show all changed their expressions drastically, some even losing their composure.

He knew that this cheater had obtained an immense opportunity, a great fortune that would shock even the Qin clan's higher-ups.

His roar immediately resonated with many, who shouted, "This is utterly absurd! Expel this man and restore justice to the Qin clan!"

However, before their voices could fade, Qin Yuanshou coldly swept his gaze across them, raised his hand, and an invisible force swept in like a whirlwind, forcing everyone back, coughing up blood. The disciple who had led the roar was particularly terrified, his soul nearly shattered, staring in horror at the ten illusory figures in the sky.

"Anyone who dares to cause further trouble will be imprisoned for ten years," Qin Yuanshou's voice was icy and authoritative, like frost covering the earth.

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings. No one dared to speak further, but their hearts were filled with doubt. Why would Qin Yuanshou, who was usually indifferent to worldly affairs, stand up for this cheater today?

Moreover, the other Immortal Venerables and the Qin clan's high-ranking members showed no intention of intervening.

Time slowly passed. The thirtieth floor of the Divine Demon Tower was like an insurmountable chasm, blocking over 90% of those who entered. Very few could even cross the twentieth floor, and the thirtieth floor was another watershed, with only thirty managing to pass. As for the fortieth floor, only Qin Tian stood proudly.

The disciples who entered also failed and retreated as time went on. Ji Boduan stopped at the twenty-eighth floor, his face pale, clearly seriously injured. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't break through the twenty-ninth floor's barrier and could only sadly accept the gap between himself and the main disciples of the Qin clan.

Chu Qingzhu barely made it to the thirty-fourth floor but ultimately failed, missing the chance to reach the top, though she did gain some opportunities.

The Qin sisters, Wuyan and Wumeng, failed to pass the thirtieth floor.

Among the group, only Jingchen, Su Xue, and some other outstanding disciples of the Qin clan were advancing towards the fortieth floor, but their speed was slow, no match for Qin Tian. At this moment, Qin Tian's figure, like a streak of dark blue lightning, surged forward with a deafening roar and murderous aura, charging straight to the fiftieth floor. Every step he took seemed to trample on the dignity of everyone else, inspiring both envy and helplessness.

The echoes of secret techniques and the self-destructing light of magical treasures layer upon layer had numbed most people.

As time passed, the light flashed all the way to the eightieth floor.

At this point, only one rune in the God-Demon Tower remained flashing; everyone else had been eliminated.

But they didn't leave. Some wanted to see who the cheater was, some wanted to see him fail and be kicked out of the God-Demon Tower to mock and ridicule him, and of course, some who knew the inside story were simply anticipating it.

Seven days passed in a flash. The rune remained on the ninety-ninth floor, unmoved for several days, but the light from the self-destructing magical treasure never ceased.

Outside the God-Demon Tower, a cacophony of voices filled the air.

A large group of disciples gathered before the tower, their gazes complex as they looked at the ancient, towering structure that seemed to swallow all light. Only the top emitted a faint glimmer of light, like the last star in the night, teetering on the verge of collapse.

"Hmph, it's been seven days, and he's still stuck on the ninety-ninth floor. No matter how many magical treasures he has, they'll eventually run out. Does he really think he can pass the Divine Demon Tower by cheating?" A disciple in a blue robe sneered, his eyes filled with mockery.

"Ninety-eighth floor? That's already an incredible stroke of luck," another disciple echoed, his tone thick with envy. "It's a pity he used such cheating methods; otherwise, he could truly become the next Immortal Venerable of our Qin Clan."

The crowd nodded in agreement, their faces showing schadenfreude.

However, amidst the murmurs, a slender figure stood silently by the window of a distant pavilion.

It was a woman, graceful and elegant, like a celestial being descended to earth. She wore a long, simple white dress, the hem fluttering in the wind as if she might ride it away at any moment. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her eyebrows like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn waters, her skin whiter than snow, and her lips like cherry blossoms.

Her beauty was not merely physical; it possessed an innate aloofness and nobility, as if she were born to surpass all others.

She was none other than Qin Wuhun, the eldest daughter of the Qin clan.

At this moment, Qin Wuhun's gaze was fixed on the top floor of the Divine Demon Tower. Complex emotions flickered in her beautiful eyes—worry, anticipation, tension… a multitude of feelings intertwined, making it difficult for her to remain calm.

"Wudao…" she murmured softly, her voice like a flowing spring, trembling slightly, "You must succeed… I believe in you."

Her voice was soft, almost inaudible to herself, yet the emotion within it was incredibly heavy.

She knew the immense concessions and sacrifices Qin Yuanshou had made to open the Divine Demon Tower; she knew the perilous nature of the ninety-ninth level's trial; but she knew even more that the Divine Demon Tower was Qin Wudao's capital for his rise.

"You've always been so stubborn... Though lecherous and a scoundrel, I know you harbor an indomitable spirit within." Qin Wuhun's lips curved into a gentle smile. "From childhood to adulthood, you've never disappointed me. This time, you certainly won't."

Her gaze remained fixed on the top of the Divine Demon Tower, as if she could see through its thick walls the boy struggling against fate.

Her heart pounded with the faint light at the top, as if that light were Qin Tian's life force, burning fiercely even as it might be extinguished at any moment.

"Wu Dao, keep going..." she whispered, her voice filled with endless tenderness and determination, "No matter the outcome, I'll wait for you."

The wind gently blew, lifting her long hair and carrying away her whisper. And the light atop the God-Demon Tower seemed to brighten slightly at that moment.

The ninety-ninth floor of the God-Demon Tower.

Qin Tian's Azure Nether Sword was deeply embedded in the floor, his reward from the seventieth floor. But now, the sword trembled violently, its cracked surface reflecting the carnage of the ninety-ninth floor trial.

The twelve Immortal-Binding Ropes had turned to charred fragments scattered across the ground. Countless Immortal Venerable Talismans, their ashes from burning, swirled in the gale. Even the last Lightning-Attracting Talisman was turning to dust between his fingers.

"Roar!!!"

A demonic claw, emerging from the spatial rift, tore through the final barrier. Crimson vertical pupils opened in the void. The last barrier Qin Tian had erected had been ripped apart!

The ninety-ninth level wasn't a remnant soul of a god or demon, but rather a remnant body.

It was a terrifying creature, only one head and one hand, enveloped in black runes, suspended in mid-air.

Strange runes flowed within its demonic eyes, each flash striking Qin Tian's soul like a devastating blow.

"Damn, is this thing even humanly capable of fighting? I'm almost out of supplies..." Qin Tian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. This monstrous thing was far beyond his current capabilities.

Qin Wudao, under his identity, hadn't cultivated much since childhood. Although he had been rapidly filling the gaps after awakening through dual cultivation and various elixirs, he ultimately couldn't compare to a genius like Qin Wuhun, who possessed exceptional talent and had undergone rigorous training from a young age.

But who was he!

He was the world's greatest villain, and villains must act like villains.

He swiftly unleashed three magical artifacts that self-destructed, momentarily blocking the demonic remains. Then, he took out the storage bag his grandfather had given him and rapidly formed hand seals, intending to detonate all his remaining magical artifacts and spirit stones at once.

But this time, the target wasn't the demonic remains behind him, but rather the edge wall of the Demonic God Tower.

A deafening explosion rang out, and gasps of surprise erupted from the viewing platform. A hole had been blasted into the ninety-ninth floor of the Demonic God Tower!

Qin Tian emerged from inside, pointing at the tower's interior while shouting to Qin Yuanshou, "I can't beat this thing! Grandpa, beat him up!"

Qin Wuhun, watching from afar, immediately burst into laughter, her body trembling with laughter, her eyes crinkling into crescents, radiating a bright light.

Even the other nine Immortal Venerables were somewhat embarrassed, glancing wryly at Qin Yuanshou from time to time.

Qin Yuanshou sat cross-legged in mid-air, staring blankly as his great-grandson was even more brazenly shameless than himself. He had no choice but to act secretly. Stunned, his expression shifted several times, and he muttered a few words before his body soared into the air. Before the tens of thousands of Qin clan members around him, they watched in disbelief as Qin Yuanshou flew straight towards the Divine Demon Tower.

"Brother, are you really going to continue this reckless behavior?" Qin Wuhun's grandfather's gaze turned cold as he continued, "The Divine Demon Tower trial strictly forbids external interference!"

"Not necessarily." Qin Yuanshou stroked his beard and chuckled. With a grab from afar, the remnant body of the Divine Demon on the ninety-ninth floor was pulled out of the Divine Demon Tower, breaking the seal!

"Qin Wushou, you've gone mad!"

"I'm not mad. I'll bear all the consequences." Qin Yuanshou formed a sword with his fingers and pointed it from a distance of thousands of feet. Six soul lamps appeared around him and simultaneously blazed brightly, accompanied by a deafening roar like a primordial bell echoing through the heavens and earth.

"The Star-Shattering Finger?!" An elder jumped to his feet in shock. "Back then, Immortal Venerable Yuanshou used this very finger to pierce the head of a Chaos God-Demon and shattered endless chaos!"

With a single finger, all beings are equal. The remains of the god-demon didn't even have time to scream before being obliterated.

Qin Yuanshou, supporting himself, said to the Great Sun beside him, "According to the clan rules, if a god-demon escapes from the God-Demon Tower, we can directly suppress it."

He smiled at the four peak masters, whose faces were ashen. "Fourth brother, am I mistaken?"

The four peak masters snorted coldly, saying nothing more.

After a brief silence, a tremendous uproar erupted. "He's Qin Wudao, damn it! There's definitely something fishy going on!!!"

"This is so unfair! Blatant cheating! We absolutely cannot accept this!!!"

"So it's Qin Wudao, then everything makes sense!!!" A disciple sighed, though there was some resentment in his eyes, he accepted the fact.

"Damn it, cheating is one thing, but to be so arrogant, directly hiring someone to play for him halfway through, this is simply too much!!!"

Qin Wuhun shook her head with a wry smile. She was speechless at Qin Tian's actions, only filled with utter admiration.

People really shouldn't be too concerned about saving face. Shamelessness has its advantages. As the saying goes, "A shameless person is invincible."

All the cultivators from the ten peaks who came to the Qin Clan felt mostly powerless at this moment. Faced with such a blatant "cheater," they had no choice but to accept it. Just as the Qin clan disciples were consumed by rage, many others stood up to speak in Qin Tian's defense. These were mostly spoiled brats within the sect or close allies of Qin Tian. Their voices immediately caused an even greater uproar within the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"Enough!" Just as the argument was escalating, a cold shout rang out. It was the Immortal Venerable of the Qin clan's seventh peak, the venerable elder with an air of otherworldly grace. He slowly opened his eyes, his voice booming like thunder in everyone's ears.

Instantly, the surrounding disciples trembled, falling silent, afraid to utter another sound.

"The Divine Demon Tower should not have opened in this era. Its opening is precisely for Qin Wudao."

The old man offered no further explanation, simply stating a fact.

However, these words stirred a storm of shock within everyone.

At the same time, they suddenly realized something: why hadn't the sect's elders and direct disciples appeared when the Divine Demon Tower opened?

One reason why only Qin Wudao cleared the ninety-nine levels this time was that none of the new generation core disciples, like Qin Wuhun, participated.

Clearly, the opening of the Divine Demon Tower this time was for Qin Wudao, and the sect's higher-ups were already aware of this.

Therefore, they chose to avoid it, unwilling to participate, likely due in part to Qin Yuanshou's influence.

Everyone felt a mix of emotions, including jealousy and resentment towards Qin Wudao, despite his powerful grandfather.

Just then, the Divine Demon Tower emitted a bright light, and a calm, unhurried voice, with its unique rhythm, descended from the void.

"Yuanshou, this is different from what was said before; he broke the rules."

The appearance of this voice immediately startled everyone, not because of its age, but because of its tone!

It was the voice of Master Qin!

Above the Ten Immortal Venerables lies another Qin clan, though this Qin Lord is often in seclusion and rarely appears in public. However, whenever this Qin Lord emerges, the ten immortal mountains of the Qin clan immediately radiate boundless light, all holy lands instantly manifest their divine power, and all the powerful beings of the entire Golden Immortal Realm must come to pay homage!

But this is merely a projection of the Qin Lord. He stands in the void, his indistinct face looking towards…

"My time is running out," Qin Yuanshou said calmly. Qin Tian, ​​upon hearing this, was shaken.

"This is also against the rules," the Qin Lord's projection paused, then sighed softly.

"Haven't my sacrifices for the Qin clan, Qin Yuanshou, been enough?" Qin Yuanshou raised his head, gazing at the distant world.

The Qin Lord remained silent for a long time, then sighed deeply. He raised his right hand and grasped at the void, instantly creating a mark in his palm. This mark was composed of countless runes, possessing a flawed beauty.

"Since it violates the rules, the Qin Clan's ten most profound secret techniques cannot be given to him. However, this item is neither a secret technique nor a Daoist method, but an embryo, a Heavenly Dao Divine Embryo. This item can nurture the Heavenly Dao, and it might be useful in the future." The Qin Lord spoke, looking at Qin Tian. One glance was enough to shake Qin Tian's soul; that one glance felt as if it could see right through him.

"Interesting." The Qin Lord's eyes narrowed, and he spoke slowly, waving his right hand. The mark rushed towards Qin Tian, ​​merging into his brow.

Qin Tian felt a small embryo growing within him. As for the Qin Lord's claim of nurturing the Heavenly Dao, Qin Tian still felt he was exaggerating.

Perhaps he didn't want to give him the reward for clearing the level and was just giving him this to get rid of him.

It wasn't that Qin Tian didn't believe it. Even if this item were real, the price he would have to pay was definitely beyond his ability to bear. If it were so easy to nurture, the Qin Clan would have already raised its own Heavenly Dao.

Then there wouldn't be so much trouble.

Even at their peak, the Qin clan couldn't produce a Heavenly Dao. Was it because they didn't want to?

The reason they couldn't produce one is probably because even sacrificing the entire Qin clan at their current peak couldn't bring forth a Heavenly Dao.

Qin Yuanshou glanced at the Qin Lord, offered no questions, and turned to leave with Qin Tian.

Back at Qin Yuanshou's cave on the First Peak, only five oil lamps remained lit.

If Qin Tian's guess was correct, Qin Yuanshou could act five more times. After that, his days were numbered. He just didn't know how much longer Qin Yuanshou could live without acting.

"Grandpa..." Qin Tian felt a bitter pang, looking at Qin Yuanshou before him. He was so close, yet seemed to be growing ever more distant.

Qin Tian was a cold, ruthless, domineering, and cunning man, but he cherished those who were good to him. Although this was a dream world, the affection Qin Yuanshou gave him was no less than that for his mother, Gong Xiaoyue.

Qin Yuanshou looked at Qin Tian with a smile in his eyes, his doting affection unchanged, and gently ruffled Qin Tian's hair.

"Don't overthink it."

Qin Tian stared blankly at Qin Yuanshou. He opened his mouth, wanting to tell the old man before him that he wasn't Qin Wudao, nor was he his grandson, and that this was all just a dream. But he was also afraid. He feared that Qin Yuanshou would be disappointed, angry, and withdraw his enviable affection once he knew the truth.

"Hehe, you're here, so you're my grandson. Just remember, you are my grandson, Qin Yuanshou's grandson, regardless of whether you're called Qin Wudao or something else."

Qin Tian smiled bitterly. So Qin Yuanshou already knew, yet still treated him like his own grandson.

He helped him wholeheartedly, loved him unconditionally.

Qin Tian felt a pang of sorrow. He nodded heavily.

Qin Yuanshou chuckled and patted Qin Tian's head, saying, "Go ahead. Grandpa's biggest wish now is to see you settle down and start a family. Wuhun is a very good girl, and Grandpa likes her too. Go ahead and pursue her without worry. I'll handle things with her grandfather."

"Also, you need to pay attention to the secret technique of the Time-Shaped Sundial. The Nuwa Forbidden Technique is far more powerful than you imagine. This forbidden technique doesn't belong to the Qin Clan. Logically, even if you clear all ninety-nine levels, the probability of obtaining it is extremely low. You're just lucky."

Qin Tian nodded and said, "Grandpa, don't worry. I'll handle things with my eldest sister. Give me some time, and I'll make you a great-grandfather."

Qin Yuanshou laughed loudly, "As expected of my grandson, Qin Yuanshou! Hahaha!"

Qin Tian scratched his head, revealing an innocent smile.

Time flew by, and half a month passed. During these two weeks, Qin Tian remained in his cave, meditating and comprehending the Dao, gradually stabilizing the techniques in his mind.

Qin Tian sat upright in his cave, the bronze sundial behind him slowly rotating in the air. Its hands moved ceaselessly with the passage of time, and with each rotation, the scenery within the cave shifted dramatically: sometimes springtime with blooming peach blossoms, sometimes the blazing heat of summer with lotus ponds reflecting the moon, sometimes the falling of a single leaf heralding autumn, and finally, a flurry of snow and the solitary bloom of plum blossoms.

Through the cycle of seasons, Qin Tian's aura remained constant, unmoved by the outside world. Only when the last snowflake melted and the cave returned to tranquility did he slowly open his eyes. At that moment, the bronze sundial behind him vanished silently, dissipating into starlight.

"Since you're here, come in," Qin Tian said with a faint smile, his voice unhurried.

As soon as the words left her lips, a woman stepped into the cave. Today, she wore a flowing, turquoise-blue gown, its sleeves billowing and the hem cascading to the ground like water. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her skin appear even more radiant and white. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her eyebrows like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn waters brimming with emotion, and her cherry lips slightly upturned, exuding a captivating charm.

Her figure was even more mesmerizing. Her full breasts stretched the turquoise-blue dress high, her slender waist and full hips outlining a perfect curve.

With each step, the two soft mounds of her breasts swayed gently, drawing attention.

"Did I disturb you?" Qin Wuhun asked softly, his voice like a clear, melodious spring.

Qin Tian, ​​hearing this, rose and walked forward.

His footsteps were light and silent, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Qin Wuhun. Before she could react, Qin Tian had already stretched out his arms and pulled that alluring, captivating body into his embrace.

The moment Qin Tian held Qin Wuhun in his arms, he could clearly feel her intoxicating softness. Her body was boneless, seemingly weightless, yet full of alluring elasticity, especially her proud breasts, pressed tightly against his chest, rising and falling with her breath, creating waves of intoxicating pressure.

A light, delicate fragrance, like orchids, wafted into his nostrils, refreshing and invigorating. It was Qin Wuhun's unique scent, pure and refined yet with a touch of seductive allure. This unique fragrance made Qin Tian unconsciously deepen the embrace.

"How could I? You've come to me yourself, how could I disturb you?" Qin Tian's deep voice sounded in her ear. After saying this, he lowered his head and kissed those long-awaited red lips.

"Mmm...mmm, tsk...mmm..."

The two were locked in a fierce entanglement. Qin Tian forcefully gripped Qin Wuhun's wrist, one hand protecting her head, his body leaning forward, aggressively pressing the eldest daughter of the Qin clan against the wall.

He sucked on her lips, his tongue teasing her teeth, frantically exchanging saliva as if savoring nectar. His knee pressed against the inverted triangle of Qin Wuhun's tightly pressed legs, attempting to separate them.

Qin Wuhun's eyes were no longer as calm as before. Qin Tian's burning love overwhelmed her, leaving her limp and powerless, as if imprisoned, only able to let him penetrate her, her tongue passively responding.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Tian finally parted Qin Wuhun's lips, a thin, lustful thread extending from their parting point, Qin Wuhun's beautiful, flushed face a breathtaking sight.

"Elder Sister..." Qin Tian leaned forward.

He chuckled and whispered something in Qin Wuhun's ear. Qin Wuhun's face turned from white to pale, then to red. Trying to remain calm, she refused, "No! This is too embarrassing..."

Qin Tian kneaded her firm breasts and laughed, "It's not like we haven't tried before. Didn't you do a good job last time?"

"Last time, you were so persistent that I couldn't resist... Besides, I only licked it a few times, and now you want me to swallow it... It's so embarrassing!" Qin Wuhun gave Qin Tian a coquettish glare, still not giving up.

...

"Tsk... gulp... ha... gulp... um..."

The entire penis was swallowed by Qin Wuhun. The warm temperature of her mouth and the slippery saliva, combined with her nimble little tongue, instantly made Qin Tian's hands involuntarily tighten around her head, even pulling her soft hair forcefully.

Qin Wuhun's oral sex was so inexperienced; her smooth little tongue and the warm, moist walls of her mouth were completely uncoordinated, and there were occasional painful punctuation marks from her teeth hitting his penis.

But Qin Tian didn't say a word, letting her serve his penis with her female instincts. Even though her eyes, raised upwards, were filled with shame and indignation, Qin Wuhun still buried her head between Qin Tian's legs without hesitation.

"Big sister... don't use your teeth, be gentle, yes, slowly..."

Qin Wuhun's two red lips slid slowly down the veiny penis, gently swallowing and releasing the entire shaft... Qin Tian felt his penis enter a warm, moist space, enveloped from the glans to the base by Qin Wuhun's small mouth, the soft flesh of her mouth slowly and steadily sucking on his penis.

Qin Wuhun possessed a strong learning ability, and his nimble tongue eagerly tried to entwine around the glans, licking along the sensitive coronal sulcus, generating increasing stimulation and pleasure. Even more stimulating was the sight of Qin Wuhun's once cool face now pressed completely against his crotch, her delicate nose buried in her dark pubic hair, each breath carrying the scent of his penis, her small mouth moving faster and faster.

Her incredibly moist mouth swallowed Qin Tian's astonishingly large penis, saliva coating the shaft and glistening, mixing with a strong masculine scent that assaulted Qin Wuhun's reason. His body, already conditioned by caresses, became even more sensitive, and lubrication seeped out, forming a small puddle on the kneeling floor. Her disordered, hot breath sprayed onto his pubic hair, and Qin Wuhun's oral sex skills became increasingly proficient.

"Gurgle...squeak...plop...ha...ha..."

The "pop" sound as the penis was pulled out was crisp and deep. The instant it was withdrawn, Qin Wuhun gasped, blinked rapidly with a dazed look, and licked her lips.

"Cough cough cough, you naughty thing, it's too big, it's so uncomfortable, I need to rest."

Although she complained, there was no hint of blame.

Despite her initial reluctance, under Qin Tian's persistent coaxing, this eldest daughter of the Qin clan, who had received a good education since childhood and was seen as a noble fairy by others, still knelt before this man and swallowed his penis into her mouth.

Qin Wuhun rested for a while, then raised her head, her clear eyes gazing at Qin Tian with doting affection. She lowered her head again and took his penis into her mouth, her beautiful head rising and falling rhythmically between his legs. Her warm, moist mouth held his penis, while her nimble tongue swept across the sensitive glans. Qin Tian shuddered with pleasure.

"Hiss... Big Sister..." Qin Tian pressed Qin Wuhun's head down, controlling the rhythm with her movements. He saw Qin Wuhun buried between his legs, her red lips enveloping his monstrous penis, diligently swallowing and releasing it. The contrast of red and black created a striking effect, and the thrusting brought intense pleasure, making him incredibly excited.

In his arms, only the sounds of saliva and the slurping of lips and teeth against his penis remained. Qin Wuhun's nimble tongue continued to lick around Qin Tian's glans, stimulating the most sensitive areas with its tip.

Her head rose and fell rapidly, rustling as she swallowed and released the penis, occasionally brushing stray strands of hair behind her ears, displaying practiced ease.

The hard, hot penis then penetrated Qin Wuhun's small mouth. Qin Tian didn't give her much time to prepare; after two thrusts, the glans plunged into her tight throat, rubbing back and forth against the soft flesh.

This was his favorite spot—warm, moist, and with the perfect firmness. However, this required a woman with considerable deep-throating skill and the right angle; otherwise, it would feel like Qin Wuhun was now, as if a saw blade had been swallowed, causing a burning pain.

Qin Wuhun instinctively tilted her head back, trying to reduce the angle between her mouth and throat, hoping it would make things a little easier. Although it was her first time performing oral sex, her experience with deep-throating was zero. She could only clench her fists, enduring the pain with all her might.

The glans, buried deep in his throat, hardened slightly, causing Qin Wuhun's throat to feel a throbbing discomfort. His arms, which had been tightly gripping Qin Tian's thighs, gradually weakened, and his body swayed. His breathing became increasingly difficult, while Qin Tian's pleasure intensified...

"Why is his penis still getting bigger! This bastard, does he really think of me as one of his lewd sex slaves?"

"But this taste... I can't resist it!"

"Ugh... Gulp!!!"

The moment Qin Wuhun relaxed, her brows furrowed again. The penis in her throat trembled violently, and hot liquid erupted deep within her throat. Qin Tian's hands gripped the back of her head again, holding her firmly between his legs. Her soft, encompassing throat completely enveloped his penis, allowing his swollen member to unleash its desires freely within this narrow, enclosed space.

The unfamiliar taste of semen instantly filled her body. Qin Wuhun's eyes rolled back slightly, her lips pressed against Qin Tian's lower abdomen.

A burning liquid rushed into Qin Wuhun's mouth, then flooded his esophagus and stomach. The intense taste caused his legs to clench tightly together, but even so, a clear liquid still gushed from his lower body, splashing onto the ground and creating ripples...

"Glug...glug glug..."

"This amount! It's outrageous...so much...so intense..."

"Why is it still shooting! How much more is it going to shoot?!"

"I...can't drink anymore..."

The penis... His body trembled uncontrollably, each spurt of semen with each throbbing sent a wave of nausea through Qin Wuhun. Constant swallowing blurred her mind; all she could do was subconsciously "swallow it all, swallow it all..."

The ejaculation lasted for over a minute. Only then did Qin Tian slowly relax his grip on the back of Qin Wuhun's head, his teeth clenched. He leaned back, eyes half-closed, breathing heavily. The release had been incredibly pleasurable. The usually gentle and refined Qin Wuhun was now like a receptacle for his semen, completely at his mercy. This contrast was incredibly stimulating, both psychologically and emotionally.

Freed from restraint, Qin Wuhun didn't lift his head to pull out the penis. Instead, he continued to use his tight, soft throat to writhe, allowing Qin Tian's penis to continue enjoying the pleasure of swallowing. Simultaneously, he collected and swallowed the semen around the shaft, bit by bit. His exquisite control over his throat and mouth allowed him to perform post-coital oral sex without spitting out the penis. The glans felt as if it were being grasped and stroked by a perfectly fitting little hand. The gentle writhing of his throat allowed the remaining semen to be expelled from the urethral opening, not a drop left, swallowed by Qin Wuhun.

Qin Wuhun pursed his lips, hooked the glans, and pulled hard like pulling a radish, rubbing it to produce a fiery pleasure. With a "pop," the thick, long penis finally withdrew from his throat, only a few strands of white fluid lingering on Qin Wuhun's lips.

After a long silence, Qin Wuhun finally spoke, "I'm an innocent person, and you've defiled and ruined me like this..."

"Hmph..."

Qin Wuhun turned her head away after speaking, silently protesting Qin Tian's roughness, actually suppressing the barely contained restlessness within her.

Qin Tian, ​​of course, saw through Qin Wuhun's little scheme. If she were truly so hateful, she wouldn't have acted so submissive and proactive just now. He pulled her arm, and with a slight pull, drew her into his embrace. Qin Wuhun felt a wave of dizziness as she was lifted into the air and then slammed heavily onto the soft mattress.

Qin Tian held Qin Wuhun's slender waist, feeling her body gradually warming. A faint blush appeared on her stunningly beautiful face, and a ripple of emotion stirred in her eyes, as clear as autumn water.

His large hand slowly moved upwards along her flat stomach, exploring its contours. Each touch caused the beauty in his arms to tremble slightly, but she didn't stop him, only letting out soft breaths.

When Qin Tian's hand finally reached that forbidden place, Qin Wuhun instinctively closed her legs, trying to stop him from going any further.

"No... I'm not ready..." she pleaded softly, her voice carrying an indescribable allure.

Qin Tian chuckled reassuringly, "It's alright, I'll be very gentle." As he spoke, his thumb pressed against that soft spot, kneading it through the thin fabric. Soon, he felt it become moist and warm.

Qin Wuhun's legs remained tightly closed, but this did not hinder Qin Tian's movements at all. He skillfully pushed aside the obstructing clothing, directly touching the two delicate petals. When his fingertips brushed against the protruding clitoris, Qin Wuhun trembled violently, letting out a soft moan of unbearable pleasure.

"So sensitive?" Qin Tian chuckled, his other hand not idle either, kneading her full breasts while his index and middle fingers slowly parted her moist labia, probing into her hot little hole.

"Ah...you've gone in like this..." Qin Wuhun tilted her head back, her long neck tracing a beautiful arc. Although her body wanted to resist, it became increasingly compliant under Qin Tian's caresses.

Qin Tian's two fingers slowly moved in and out of her honeyed hole, occasionally bending his knuckles to press against the inner walls. Each penetration allowed her to feel her contractions and tightness, as if inviting more.

"Looks like Big Sister likes this too," Qin Tian whispered in her ear, "It's already soaking wet."

Qin Wuhun blushed, wanting to object but his actions interrupted her. Qin Tian's technique was skillful, quickly finding the most comfortable way for her. Her breathing became more rapid, and her legs no longer clamped tightly together, but instead parted slightly to facilitate his entry.

"Mmm...slower..." She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape, but her body betrayed her; vaginal fluid flowed continuously from their joined bodies, wetting her inner thighs.

Qin Tian increased the speed of his thrusts, adding a third finger. The sudden fullness made Qin Wuhun gasp, trembling in his arms.

Qin Tian gazed at the aroused Qin Wuhun before him. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes half-closed, and soft breaths escaped her lips. Her long, slender legs were already wet with fluid, which slowly trickled down her inner thighs.

"Do you want it?" Qin Tian asked softly, grasping her soft breasts. "Let me possess you completely, let you become my woman alone."

Qin Wuhun panicked at his words, instinctively shrinking back. The strict upbringing she received in her family made her both yearn for and fear this kind of thing. She lowered her head, her voice barely a whisper: "I...I'm not mentally prepared yet..."

Seeing her reaction, Qin Tian wasn't in a hurry. Instead, a playful smile appeared on his face: "They taught you from a young age that women must be chaste, but did they ever say that this part also needs to be guarded?"

"The part?" Qin Wuhun raised her misty, beautiful eyes, looking completely puzzled.

Qin Tian leaned close to her ear, his hot breath brushing against her earlobe: "It's where you excrete, to put it bluntly, your asshole."

These blunt words made Qin Wuhun blush crimson, and she quickly covered his mouth, saying, "Don't say such vulgar things..."

After a moment, she secretly released one of her delicate hands, hesitatingly asking, "There... is it really okay?"

Looking at her coy demeanor, Qin Tian's affection grew even stronger. He gently stroked her hair: "Why not? Every inch of your body belongs to me, including that part. Besides, it'll be even more stimulating. Maybe you'll love the feeling."

Qin Wuhun bit her lower lip, those embarrassing images involuntarily flashing through her mind. She could feel her heart racing, and her body growing even hotter.

As a well-behaved girl since childhood, she was always filled with curiosity about things she had never experienced before.

"But...will it hurt a lot?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of nervousness.

"Don't worry, I'll be very gentle. If you don't believe me, I'll have someone demonstrate for you," Qin Tian chuckled, holding Qin Wuhun in one arm, then sent a telepathic message outwards.

Meanwhile, at Heavenly Sword Cliff.

In the center of the cliff top, a massive black ancient sword plunged straight into the rock. Its blade was thick and several meters high, its entire surface as black as ink, exuding a chilling aura. Ancient and obscure runes were engraved on the blade, as if sealing some ancient power.

Thick chains extended from the hilt, wrapping around the sword, their other end deeply embedded in the cliff face, as if binding the giant sword, preventing it from breaking free.

Around the giant sword, the ground was littered with all sorts of swords—some rusty, some gleaming coldly, some broken and incomplete, some pristine.

These swords were densely packed on the cliff face, resembling a forest of swords. Each sword represented a disciple who had once comprehended the essence of swordsmanship here. Between the swords, subtle sword energy intertwined, forming an invisible pressure that deterred anyone from approaching.

At the edge of the cliff, several young disciples dressed in white sat cross-legged, eyes closed, concentrating, attempting to resonate with the surrounding sword energy. Their robes fluttered in the wind, their brows revealing a resolute and unwavering determination.

Occasionally, someone's brow furrowed slightly, seemingly sensing the sharpness and killing intent within the sword energy; others showed joy, as if they had grasped a glimpse of the true essence of the sword path.

Among these people, a figure in elegant white robes stood out.

"Master called me!"

Chu Qingzhu slowly stood up, her slender fingers gently brushing aside the stray hairs on her forehead. A gentle breeze swept across Tianjian Cliff, carrying a refreshing fragrance.

This moment immediately drew the attention of countless disciples around her, who whispered among themselves, their eyes revealing undisguised amazement.

Indeed, Chu Qingzhu's beauty was enough to take any man's breath away. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn waters, her nose straight and high, her lips slightly parted. Even more rare was her combination of a young girl's face and a mature woman's charm; every gesture exuded captivating allure.

However, what truly held everyone's gaze was her naturally alluring face. Her eyes seemed capable of bewitching the soul; a mere glance was enough to stir the heart, leaving one unable to resist.

Just as everyone was captivated by her unparalleled beauty, a spiritual light suddenly emanated from Chu Qingzhu. In a flash, her previously simple white robe transformed into a breathtakingly beautiful garment!

The white robe had transformed into a silk bodice trimmed with gold, the fabric as thin as a cicada's wing, almost completely transparent. Her full, firm breasts strained against her bodice, the two rosy nipples peeking out, sparking endless fantasies.

The bodice was extremely short, barely covering her buttocks, leaving large sections of her straight, slender legs exposed. Even more alluring was the fact that her underpants were a delicate lace thong, the thin straps digging deep into her buttocks, making her snow-white flesh appear even more tempting.

This sudden change caused an uproar among the surrounding disciples. Some stared in disbelief, some gasped in surprise, and many more stared with undisguised lust.

However, Chu Qingzhu felt no shame in the face of this, for she knew in her heart that this body, meticulously trained and refined by her master, belonged only to the man who had given her everything.

At this moment, Chu Qingzhu couldn't wait to return to her master's embrace.

Chu Qingzhu wasn't unaware that her attire would brand her as a harlot and shameless, and she knew it would also ignite lust in the surrounding men, their hearts yearning to sleep with her on the spot.

And she didn't mind personally sending any man who dared to even slightly touch her to his death.

Yet, she tacitly accepted these envious glances from the men, simply because she wanted all men to know that she belonged to only one man, and that they would never have her.

This was also tacitly approved by Qin Tian. As a female slave, her sole purpose was to please her master, not only physically but also spiritually.

What others couldn't have, he could freely play with—what an insanely enviable fact!

Although Chu Qingzhu's clothing was provocative, it adequately covered her private parts. She bowed slightly to the disciples of Tianjian Cliff and said, "Thank you for your care these past few days, senior brothers and sisters. My master summons me; I must return to his side to fulfill the duties of a female slave."

With that, Chu Qingzhu transformed into a streak of sword light and flew towards her master.

The Qin clan disciples of Tianjian Cliff, recovering from Chu Qingzhu's sudden transformation, could only sigh inwardly, lamenting that such a beautiful woman was actually a promiscuous and lowly female slave.

Besides contempt and pity, they felt mostly envy.

But they knew that Chu Qingzhu was Qin Wudao's female slave. If they wanted such a woman, they would likely only have a chance after Qin Wudao had grown tired of her and discarded her by the roadside.

Chu Qingzhu slowly walked into the cave, the air filled with a faint scent of sandalwood. She stopped, took a deep breath, and calmed her agitated emotions. A red veil draped over her body, barely concealing her private parts, yet it only accentuated her snow-white skin.

"Master, your slave Qingzhu greets you."

Chu Qingzhu entered the cave with elegant steps, kneeling gracefully and bowing deeply with her forehead touching the ground. She wore only a bright red bodice, the fabric as thin as a cicada's wing, offering no real concealment. Her plump, white thighs were completely exposed, and her round, pert buttocks were displayed without reservation.

The bodice barely covered her full breasts, and even this constraint seemed insufficient; the two mounds of snow-white flesh almost overflowed from the edges, the deep cleavage faintly visible. As she bent over, the already precarious fabric tightened further, revealing her breasts completely.

At this moment, Chu Qingzhu remained kneeling, her slender neck slightly raised, making her beautiful collarbone even more prominent. Although her head was lowered, her delicate features and her trembling eyelashes, caused by nervousness, were still visible from this angle.

Meanwhile, not far above, on a soft couch, Qin Tian sat lazily, Qin Wuhun nestled in his arms.

His large hands had already slipped inside Qin Wuhun's clothes, wantonly playing with her proud breasts through the thin fabric. His long, strong fingers sank deep into the soft, warm flesh, sometimes gently caressing and kneading, sometimes vigorously rubbing, turning her snow-white skin into layers of pink.

"Mmm..." The stimulation of her breasts made Qin Wuhun unable to help but let out a soft moan. She instinctively wanted to close her legs, but Qin Tian's other arm firmly held her in place, unable to move. This feeling of being violated in front of others filled her with both shame and excitement, her cheeks already flushed crimson.

Upon hearing Chu Qingzhu's arrival, Qin Tian didn't stop his caresses; instead, he intensified them.

His thumb and forefinger pinched her now-hardened nipple, gently pulling and kneading it. This action immediately elicited rapid breaths from the woman in his arms.

At the same time, Qin Tian beckoned to Chu Qingzhu with his finger: "Big sister said she doesn't believe it can be done from behind. Come and demonstrate for her." As he spoke, he continued to tease Qin Qingzhu's sensitive body, causing her to tremble and breathe erratically.

Chu Qingzhu slowly rose, her slender waist swaying with an alluring movement. She walked to Qin Tian's side, her long, jade-like fingers slowly hooking the straps of her bodice and pulling it down.

Instantly, two round, full breasts sprang out, swaying gently in the air.

Then, she turned her back to the two men, knelt on the ground, and raised her round buttocks high. Her fair, tender buttocks gleamed under the light, trembling slightly with her movements.

She extended her jade-like fingers and gently parted her buttocks, revealing her small, delicate anus. It was a pale pink, with neat, fine folds around it, looking incredibly alluring.

Qin Tian, ​​watching the erotic scene before him, a wicked smile appeared on his lips. He looked down at Qin Wuhun, whose face was flushed, and said softly, "Big sister, don't doubt it, your back really can be used for pleasure."

As he spoke, he raised a long, slender middle finger and inserted it directly into Chu Qingzhu's exposed anus.

Instantly, the tight intestinal walls clung to it, writhing and enveloping the intruding object.

"Ah~" Chu Qingzhu let out a soul-stirring moan, her whole body trembling from the sudden stimulation.

Qin Tian began slowly thrusting his fingers in and out, feeling the warm response of the inner walls with each movement. His nails would occasionally graz the sensitive flesh, causing Chu Qingzhu to tremble.

"See?" Qin Tian said to Qin Wuhun as he thrust, "This can easily accommodate something much bigger, and…" His tone was gentle yet dangerous, "the rougher you treat them, the more they'll enjoy it."

"Isn't that right!"

"Mmm…yes, Master's fingers are going in! It feels so good in this slut's ass…"

Chu Qingzhu's almond-shaped mouth parted slightly, and her cherry-red lips began to emit suppressed moans of pleasure. Her beautiful eyes half-closed in enjoyment, and her plump buttocks, as if the fingers weren't moving enough, began to writhe restlessly, seeking pleasure.

Qin Wuhun's beautiful eyes widened, her lips slightly parted as she stared at the scene before her. Her gaze fell on Chu Qingzhu's high, upturned buttocks, where Qin Tian's slender fingers were being sucked and swallowed. Each movement of a finger joint sent a shiver through Chu Qingzhu, and she involuntarily swallowed hard.

However, when she caught sight of the enormous thing between Qin Tian's legs, she gasped. His penis was as thick as a baby's, with bulging, menacing veins, and the glans was throbbing and gleaming.

Compared to it, the tiny finger seemed insignificant. Inserting a finger and inserting this thing were two completely different things. Qin Wuhun really doubted whether that small opening could accommodate such a massive thing.

Qin Tian saw Qin Wuhun's worry. He withdrew his wet finger, guided his erect penis, aimed it at Chu Qingzhu's anus, and thrust in without hesitation.

"Ugh!" With a long, drawn-out moan, the enormous glans forced open the tight entrance. Chu Qingzhu's body arched violently, her back tracing a beautiful curve. Her fingers gripped the ground tightly, her toes curling in pleasure.

Qin Tian's thrusting didn't stop; it continued to penetrate deeper. The scalding shaft slowly tore through the tightly constricted intestinal walls, each inch of advance bringing a frenzied contraction within.

Finally, with a muffled groan, it was fully inserted into the warm, moist passage.

"Ha...haa..." Chu Qingzhu gasped for breath, her buttocks spasming uncontrollably, her anus still greedily sucking at the burning shaft inside her.

"Big sister, look, is it all the way in?" Qin Tian began his rhythmic thrusts, his strong waist propelling his penis in and out of her tight anus. Then he said to the beautiful slave beneath him, "Qingzhu, tell me, are you enjoying it?"

"Ah...ah...Miss..." Chu Qingzhu writhed with each violent thrust from behind, her voice breaking, "Please...please let me...tell you...how wonderful it is from behind..."

Qin Tian thrust hard, eliciting a high-pitched moan from Chu Qingzhu. He slowed his pace, changing to shallow grinding, forcing Chu Qingzhu to continue her story.

"At first... umm... I also felt... it was too big... such a big penis going into such a small hole in the back... I was so afraid... it would break..." Chu Qingzhu gasped as she recalled, "But Master's training... made me realize... that the back... can feel this good too..."

Her words were interrupted by repeated thrusts, turning into fragmented moans. Qin Tian's penis was pulled out completely each time, then slammed back in heavily, the scrotum slapping against her buttocks with a crisp slapping sound.

"Ugh... I can't live without Master's big cock anymore... I look forward to it every day... to be penetrated and filled like this by Master..." Chu Qingzhu twisted her waist to meet him. "Look... look at me now... how good it feels to be fucked by Master... ah... just like that... deeper..."

"Master... please punish my wanton anus..." Chu Qingzhu turned her head, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at Qin Tian. "Ruthless it... fuck it until it can't close... make it remember Master's shape... ahh..."

"Did you hear that... Miss..." Chu Qingzhu's voice became even more seductive. "My back... is truly heaven... every time I'm entered... I feel like I'm ascending to heaven... just like now... my whole mind is blank... only the pleasure of being filled remains..."

Qin Tian increased the force, his cock thrusting in and out rapidly, each stroke precisely grinding against the sensitive spots.

Chu Qingzhu's moans suddenly changed tone, trembling with sobs as she cried out, "Ah... Master... right there... love me a little more... train this greedy little mouth of mine... to be unable to live without your cunt..."

"Don't worry... Miss..." She struggled to raise her upper body, displaying an expression of ecstasy, "Once you've tasted it... you'll understand... this is even more intoxicating than the front... my back hole is already greedily sucking on Master... it doesn't want to let go..."

"So... please don't hesitate any longer... let yourself experience this bliss..." Chu Qingzhu's voice grew softer, yet filled with seduction, "Feel Master's power... let's fall into depravity together..."

Qin Wuhun watched the live sex show before him, his initial resistance diminishing considerably. He saw Chu Qingzhu being driven mad by the thrusting, each stroke bringing an intensely pleasurable response, showing no sign of pain.

"Big sister, want to try?" Qin Tian asked, his voice trembling with a relentless, storm-like assault, as Qin Wuhun's face flushed crimson.

Qin Wuhun bit her lip, her gaze unable to tear itself away from the intense act of intercourse. Chu Qingzhu's anus, with each thrust of his penis, revealed its rosy, alluring flesh, only to be pulled back in with each penetration, emitting a gurgling sound. Chu Qingzhu's ecstatic expression and the heart-pounding moans were all bewitching her.

"I...I'll just try..." Finally, she succumbed to curiosity and her hidden desire, saying timidly, "If you can't take it...you can stop..."

"Of course." Qin Tian smiled with satisfaction, then grabbed Chu Qingzhu's waist. His movements suddenly stopped, and he abruptly pulled back.

With a soft "pop," the penis, glistening with semen, was pulled out of Chu Qingzhu's anus. The sound was like opening a bottle of fine wine, accompanied by a few strands of saliva connecting the two. The anus, now unblocked, couldn't close properly, forming a small, round opening, the tender, pink flesh inside still twitching slightly.

"Ah... Master..." Chu Qingzhu collapsed to the ground, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Her thighs spasmed incessantly, her anus opening and closing, releasing clear fluid, clearly still immersed in the intense pleasure of the previous ordeal.

Qin Wuhun's heart itched at the sight. The decadent and wanton image lingered in her mind. She secretly licked her lips, feeling both shy and secretly expectant at the thought of experiencing the same thing herself.

"Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed," Qin Tian said gently, completely unlike the fierce and domineering manner he had shown towards Chu Qingzhu.

Qin Wuhun nodded, carefully moving away from his embrace. Barefoot, she walked to the bedside, her slender figure casting a shadow on the floor like a butterfly in the moonlight. Her fingers clumsily untied her sash, and her silk outer garment slipped down her smooth shoulders.

Her inner garment was slowly removed, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin. As the fabric peeled away, her full, firm breasts gradually came into view, their plump flesh like finely sculpted jade, adorned with two cherry-red nipples, making them even more alluring.

Her waist was so slender it could be encircled with one hand, without an ounce of excess fat. Her perfect curves were mesmerizing, and the faint outline of her abs was visible on her flat stomach, showcasing a unique, powerful beauty.

Finally, she kicked off her underpants, revealing her long, straight legs. Her leg muscles were perfectly proportioned, possessing both the resilience of a dancer and the delicate tenderness of a young girl.

At this moment, Qin Wuhun was completely naked. She instinctively wanted to cover her body with her slender arms, but forced herself to lower them. Her naked body gleamed like pearls in the candlelight, every inch of her skin exuding nobility and purity.

She knelt on the edge of the bed, her breasts rising and falling with her breath like waves on the sea. Her slender waist connected to her round, pert buttocks, forming a breathtaking arc. Her long legs were crossed, revealing a hint of understated allure.

This peerless beauty, even in the darkness, radiated a captivating charm. Even Chu Qingzhu, still immersed in the afterglow of her climax, couldn't help but glance at her, admiring her.

Qin Wuhun sat on the bed, raising her legs high, parting her white, tender buttocks to reveal her delicate anus. Qin Tian watched as his wife's pink, tiny anus nervously contracted and expanded, and couldn't help but gently press it with his finger.

"Oh...it hurts..." With a painful scream from Qin Wuhun, her tight anus immediately gripped my thick finger.

"Baby, it won't hurt much."

To allow his penis to smoothly enter Qin Wuhun's anus, Qin Tian moistened his finger with the love fluid secreted from her vagina and gently massaged the entrance, offering gentle comfort. Qin Wuhun, meanwhile, trembled with nervousness.

Once the muscles around her anus relaxed, Qin Tian's finger, lubricated by the love fluid, easily slid into her anus and began to slowly thrust in and out.

"Oh dear! I'm so embarrassed!" Qin Wuhun was extremely shy, covering her eyes with her hands, unable to look at Qin Tian, ​​but she couldn't resist the novel pleasure of experiencing her anus being penetrated for the first time.

Seeing this, Qin Tian slowly inserted his middle finger deeper into her even tighter, warmer anus, probing and exploring until it was fully inside.

"Mmm...oh...it feels so strange..." When Qin Tian's hand touched the sensitive, soft intestinal wall, Qin Wuhun let out a sweet moan as if electrocuted, her whole body involuntarily twisting.

Then Qin Tian inserted his index finger as well, forcefully spreading her buttocks apart, revealing the beautiful scenery hidden within. The pink anal flesh was forcibly pushed out, forming a small ring shape, the deep, narrow, and wrinkled opening in the center opening and closing, as if beckoning Qin Tian to go deeper.

When Qin Tian added another finger, Qin Wuhun's cheeks were flushed, her face a deep red. Whether it was Qin Wuhun's innate talent or Qin Tian's gentle lubrication, Qin Wuhun adapted much faster than expected.

"I…I think I'm getting used to it…Why don't you try coming in?"

Qin Wuhun knelt on the bed, her pearly teeth lightly biting her lips, letting Qin Tian's penis press and probe around her anus. Her body trembled slightly with tension, her snow-white breasts swaying gently, drawing alluring arcs in the air.

"Relax…" Qin Tian soothed her gently, while pushing the tip into her tightly closed opening.

"Ah…wait…" Qin Wuhun exclaimed, her slender waist involuntarily lifting upwards. Her anus was too tight; even the small glans of his penis caused her excruciating pain.

"Ah…it hurts…" Qin Wuhun gripped the sheets tightly, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip hard. Her anus, which had never experienced intimacy, was forcibly stretched open by the huge glans; the tearing pain made her want to escape.

Qin Tian kissed her back soothingly as he slowly pushed forward, his thick, hard penis forcefully forcing its way into her tight passage, each inch of penetration bringing a sharp, throbbing pain.

Qin Wuhun's fingernails left deep scratches on the sheets; she could even clearly feel the veins on that hot penis scraping against her sensitive intestinal walls.

"Relax, it'll be over soon..." Qin Tian coaxed softly, but his lower body continued its relentless expansion. Her untouched anus was far too tight; even with ample lubrication, entry was incredibly difficult.

"Ugh...it's too big...it hurts so much..." Tears welled in Qin Wuhun's eyes, her body trembling slightly from the pain, but she still forced herself to relax, trying to accommodate the terrifying dragon behind her.

Slowly, the initial excruciating pain subsided, replaced by a strange sense of fullness.

Qin Wuhun's breathing gradually evened out, and her previously tense body began to relax. She could feel the scalding iron rod slowly stretching open her intestinal walls, bringing an unprecedented satisfaction.

"Wudao... I can... I can..." she whispered, indicating that he could continue.

Hearing this, Qin Tian immediately seized the opportunity and inserted the remaining portion.

Now, the entire penis was enveloped by the warm passage, and both of them sighed in comfort.

After a brief period of adjustment, Qin Wuhun was pleasantly surprised to find that her rear passage could produce such wonderful pleasure. The feeling of being filled, possessed, and conquered captivated her, and she unconsciously pressed herself closer, wanting more.

"Looks like you like it, sister," Qin Tian noticed her change, a smile playing on his lips. Since she had adapted, there was no need to restrain himself anymore.

Chu Qingzhu gazed at the alluring scene on the bed, a bittersweet feeling welling up inside her. Her recently filled anus now felt intensely empty, and she couldn't help but rub her buttocks against the floor, trying to alleviate the unbearable itch.

Seeing that Qin Wuhun had adjusted somewhat, Qin Tian could no longer restrain himself. He gripped her slender waist and began to slowly thrust in and out. His penis was gripped tightly by her tight intestinal walls, each movement requiring overcoming immense resistance.

"Ugh...too...too big..." Qin Wuhun gasped, her snow-white breasts heaving violently. Her anus was stretched to its limit, the burning, fullness preventing her from speaking coherently.

Qin Tian quickened his pace, his thick penis sliding in and out of her passage, each thrust almost completely withdrawing before plunging in deeply again. His scrotum slapped against her firm buttocks, making a crisp, slapping sound.

"Ah...no...there...it's going to break..." Qin Wuhun's voice suddenly rose, clearly having touched a sensitive spot. Her waist twisted incessantly, as if trying to escape the overly intense stimulation, yet involuntarily pulling back to meet it.

Qin Tian noticed her change and specifically attacked that soft spot. His thick, hard glans repeatedly rubbed against the intestinal wall, quickly causing Qin Wuhun to succumb, screaming as she reached her first orgasm.

But this was far from over.

Qin Tian continued to thrust forcefully, each stroke precisely grinding against the sensitive spot. Qin Wuhun's anus was fully open, greedily swallowing and spitting out the monstrous penis. A large amount of intestinal fluid mixed with the previously injected semen was brought out, meandering down her inner thighs.

"Big sister is truly gifted, already learning to actively cater to you," Qin Tian teased, while increasing the speed of his thrusts. The sounds of flesh colliding became increasingly unrestrained, mixed with the squelching sounds of water, creating a lewd symphony in the secret room. Qin Wuhun had long since lost her composure, instinctively swaying her hips. Her anus tightened more and more, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of Qin Tian's essence.

Each time the penis brushed against a certain spot, her moans would suddenly change tone, displaying extreme pleasure.

Chu Qingzhu watched from the side, her throat tightening. She clearly remembered the feeling of receiving her master for the first time—the pain of being forcibly stretched open, followed by boundless pleasure.

But now, she could only watch helplessly, enduring the torment of loneliness alone.

She secretly reached her fingers behind her, tentatively poking her anus. It was still soft and moist, a little viscous fluid seeping out with each contraction. But this self-soothing was far from enough; she needed something thicker to fill her thirsty intestines.

The movements on the bed gradually intensified, and Qin Wuhun's moans began to be mixed with a sweet, seductive allure.

Hearing those alluring sounds, Chu Qingzhu felt herself going insane. Her anus contracted and relaxed, constantly secreting lubricating fluid, waves of emptiness assaulting her reason.

"Master..." she whispered, her voice filled with pleading.

Unfortunately, no one heeded her pleas. She could only watch helplessly as Qin Wuhun succumbed to pleasure, while she endured this torment.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Wuhun suddenly groaned, "I can't take it anymore... I'm going to... I'm going to climax again!" With that, her body suddenly convulsed violently.

Qin Tian knew this was her approaching climax, so he thrust even harder into her anus, almost completely withdrawing each time before plunging back in. Qin Wuhun's eyes rolled back, and she let out blush-inducing moans: "Ah...too deep...ah...slower..."

Her vagina began to contract rhythmically, spraying warm, viscous love juice onto his lower abdomen, even soaking a large patch of the sheets.

"Big sister, your little mouth in the back is really greedy, it's been sucking my cock the whole time," Qin Tian teased, increasing the speed and force of his thrusts.

"Waaah...it's because it's so big..." Qin Wuhun lowered her head shyly, but was immediately overwhelmed by a wave of intense pleasure, involuntarily raising her buttocks to meet his assault.

"Ah...not there...it'll really break..." With each thrust of Qin Tian's glans against her most sensitive spot, Qin Wuhun's voice grew weaker, her slender waist twisting and turning, trying to escape.

But how could I let this opportunity slip by? I grabbed her soft waist, holding her firmly in place, and began my final thrusts with powerful strokes.

The sounds of "slap slap slap" echoed throughout the room, continuous and relentless.

This intense intercourse lasted for an unknown amount of time, until Qin Wuhun reached her climax once more, and Qin Tian released inside her, his hot semen spraying onto her sensitive intestinal walls, causing her to tremble violently again.

"Ah!!!" Qin Wuhun screamed, reaching her second orgasm of the day, her entire body limp on the bed, completely at my mercy.

The perpetrator, not yet satisfied, withdrew his penis, which was covered in various fluids. A thick, white liquid slowly flowed from her swollen anus, dripping onto the already soaked sheets. He watched with satisfaction as the thick, white fluid oozed from the temporarily unable-to-close hole.

She, already overwhelmed by the successive orgasms, was in a daze, her eyes unfocused, uttering meaningless moans. Her anus could no longer close, and a mixture of white fluid and intestinal fluid slowly flowed out, meandering down her inner thighs.

At this moment, Qin Wuhun lay limp on the bed as if she had lost her soul, her chest heaving violently, her cherry lips slightly parted, even her breathing carrying a languid, seductive quality. She stared blankly into the void, still savoring the ultimate pleasure she had just experienced.

Chu Qingzhu, watching from the side, was filled with unbearable longing.

She crawled a few steps closer to Qin Tian, ​​lowering herself like a pet pleasing its master. Her slender fingers reached behind her back, parting her rounded buttocks to reveal her still-open anus.

"Master…this slave's asshole is so hungry…" she pleaded softly, her voice thick with lust, "Please have mercy on this slave…"

With Qin Tian's prowess, he naturally wouldn't be satisfied so easily, but he couldn't bear to hurt Qin Wuhun. He grasped his still-erect penis and thrust it into Chu Qingzhu's anus. Her anus, already accustomed to pleasure, easily swallowed the entire shaft, even sucking it in a fawning manner.

"Ah…thank you for your reward, Master…" Chu Qingzhu sighed contentedly, then twisted her hips, inviting deeper penetration.

Qin Tian lived up to expectations, gripping her slender waist and thrusting vigorously, each stroke penetrating deep, his scrotum slapping against her buttocks with a crisp sound.

Chu Qingzhu was driven mad with desire, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, soft moans escaping her throat. Her anus had completely surrendered to this penis, faithfully fulfilling its duty to please its master.

Qin Tian's large penis continued to thrust in and out of Chu Qingzhu's tight anus, each thrust eliciting a soft moan from the girl beneath him.

Just then, Qin Wuhun, standing nearby, slowly awoke.

The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was her younger brother kneeling behind Chu Qingzhu, his thick penis deeply buried between her pink buttocks.

Qin Wuhun paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, gracefully rising to stand behind Qin Tian.

Her soft breasts pressed against Qin Tian's broad back, her warm breath gently brushing against his ear.

"Little brother...you really are bold..." Qin Wuhun's voice carried a hint of allure, her slender fingers tracing Qin Tian's waist, leaving a faint red mark on his abdomen.

At this moment, Qin Wuhun was no longer the wanton woman she had been moments before, but had regained the dignified and elegant demeanor of an elder sister. Yet, her body was now pressed tightly against her cousin, a contrast that made his blood boil.

Qin Tian was sandwiched between two soft bodies, with Chu Qingzhu's tight anus in front and Qin Wuhun's proud breasts behind. This double stimulation made him even more excited, and he increased the speed of his thrusts, each time plunging deep into Chu Qingzhu's anus.

"Ah...Master...so deep..." Chu Qingzhu couldn't withstand this fierce onslaught, her voice trembling with a hint of a sob.

Her pert buttocks were raised high, making it easier for Qin Tian to enter. Her pink anus was already rubbed until it was bright red, and with each thrust, the pink flesh slightly turned outwards.

Qin Wuhun's breathing became rapid. She wrapped her slender arms under Qin Tian's armpits, tightly encircling his chest. "You naughty boy...you actually played with my backside..." she whispered in Qin Tian's ear, her tone tinged with coquettishness, "But...this feeling...isn't so bad..."

Qin Tian was aroused by his sister's words, yet he couldn't bear to stop enjoying the beauty beneath him. He could feel Qin Wuhun's soft breasts rubbing against his back, the two nipples constantly scraping against his skin with the rhythm of her movements.

"Enjoy your little slave girl first..." Qin Wuhun chuckled, straightening up and lightly biting Qin Tian's earlobe with her lips. "If it's this comfortable from behind... I'm really looking forward to the front..." With that, she strode towards the bathroom, leaving a trail of alluring curves.

Qin Tian smiled as he heard the door close. He lowered his head, focusing intently on what lay before him, and thrust deeply into Chu Qingzhu: "Now, concentrate on serving your master well!"

As Qin Wuhun emerged from the cave, the evening breeze ruffled her thin gauze dress, subtly outlining her graceful figure. Her steps were slightly hesitant; the afterglow of their lovemaking still lingered within her, each step sending shivers of pleasure through her rear.

She gently stroked her buttocks, touching her still slightly parted anus, glistening with a faint sheen of moisture.

"I never thought... I would actually agree to do something like this..." Qin Wuhun looked at her jade-like fingers, stained with love fluid, and couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly. She recalled her wanton behavior in front of Qin Tian earlier; if outsiders had seen her like that, they would have been utterly shocked. The eldest daughter of the Qin family, actually possessed such a lewd side.

Just as she was about to turn and leave, she suddenly heard a rustling sound not far away. Looking closely, she saw it was her younger sister, Qin Wuming.

She was sitting on the ground with her knees bent, her pretty face flushed red, her gaze darting away, avoiding her eyes.

"What's wrong, Wuming?" Qin Wuhun approached slowly, a gentle smile on her lips. "You seem to have seen something interesting."

Qin Wuming hurriedly lowered her head, her voice trembling slightly: "N-nothing... I was just passing by..." She then got up and ran away.

Qin Wuhun's gaze swept over the ground where Qin Wuming had just sat. A large, glistening puddle of water lay there, glaringly bright in the moonlight.

Watching her sister's retreating figure, Qin Wuhun shook her head helplessly. She knew her little shadow, who had followed her and Qin Tian everywhere since childhood.

The burning glances she'd secretly cast at Qin Tian, ​​and the puddle on the ground, all spoke volumes about her sister's true feelings.

"It seems it's not just me, even you..." Qin Wuhun sighed softly, her gaze becoming distant.

Qin Wuhun strode towards the hot spring. For some reason, an image suddenly flashed through her mind, making her heart race: herself and her sister, naked and embracing, kneeling before Qin Tian, ​​their snow-white buttocks raised high, their anuses simultaneously penetrated by Qin Tian's penis.

Two equally perfect bodies trembled under Qin Tian's thrusts, their soft moans mingling together.

Qin Wuhun's breathing quickened; the mere thought of that scene made her feverish. She could feel her lower body becoming wet, even the friction of her steps bringing waves of pleasure.

"If I could serve Wudao together with my sister..." Qin Wuhun bit her lower lip, a strange anticipation rising within her, "...let him taste both of us sisters at the same time...he would probably like me even more..."

She stopped, turning back to look towards Qin Tian's cave.

Through the half-open curtain, she could vaguely see Qin Tian's muscular figure working on Chu Qingzhu.

Qin Wuhun murmured to herself, "This...it doesn't seem so bad..."