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Qin Wuming walked listlessly along the path. She didn't know why she had fallen for that bastard, that big bad guy who already had a sister and still dared to seduce her.
Of all the women around him, why her sister of all people?
Just then, a small courtyard appeared before her.
Qin Wuming stopped and looked up, then froze in surprise. Beneath a thick, ancient tree in the courtyard, Qin Tian stood cross-legged, suspended in mid-air, surrounded by a faint golden light. Spiritual energy flowed around him, like a god descending to earth.
His robes swayed gently in the wind, revealing his muscular chest. A faint smile played on his handsome face, both alluring and wicked.
Qin Wuming's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected to run into the man who was about to become her brother-in-law.
Staring at that familiar face, a surge of bitterness and resentment welled up inside her, turning into a cold snort as she turned to leave.
Just then, Qin Tian slowly opened his eyes in mid-air. His deep gaze seemed to pierce her soul, carrying a hint of mockery and teasing. His deep voice rang out, "You're here? Why the rush to leave?"
Qin Wuming paused, frozen in place.
She gritted her teeth, turned around, and glared at him, coldly saying, "Whether I leave or not is none of your business." Though her tone was harsh, a tremor couldn't be hidden in her watery eyes.
Qin Tian chuckled lightly, his figure flashing as he landed steadily on the ground before her.
He was extremely tall, a head taller than Qin Wuming, his broad shoulders radiating an invisible pressure.
He lazily took a step closer, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Tsk tsk, is my little sister-in-law jealous? Look at your face, all pouty like you owe me millions of spirit stones."
"You!" Qin Wuming's face flushed crimson at his words, her chest heaving with anger, her large breasts swaying precariously beneath her white dress, outlining an alluring curve.
She instinctively took a step back, but Qin Tian swiftly grabbed her wrist, pulling her gently into his arms.
"Let me go!" Qin Wuming struggled, but she was no match for Qin Tian's strength.
His large hand slid down, unceremoniously covering her pert buttocks, kneading them forcefully through her thin dress. The soft, bouncy texture made him chuckle softly. "Tsk, this little bottom isn't bad either. Why do you always feel inferior to your sister?"
Qin Wuming's delicate body trembled. She could no longer hold back and burst into tears in Qin Tian's arms.
She cried, pounding her fists on his chest.
"Why? You're about to marry my sister, and you still have to seduce me!"
"Waaah... Why my sister... Why do I have to like you..."
"I beg you, please stop caring about me. Just ignore me. You have so many women around you, you don't need me. I can't steal my sister's man."
"What will I do if my sister finds out? How will I ever face her again?"
As Qin Wuming spoke, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, a heartbreaking sight.
So that's what the little girl was worried about. Qin Tian couldn't help but chuckle. He said, "Your sister said she doesn't mind sisters sharing a husband. It's just a matter of whether I have the ability to tame you. Tell me, should I give it a try?"
These words struck Qin Wuming like a thunderbolt, leaving her mind reeling.
She stared at him blankly, the sadness in her eyes gradually replaced by complex emotions—surprise, shyness, and a hint of barely concealed anticipation.
She lowered her eyes and whispered, "You're talking nonsense… How could my sister…"
Before she could finish, Qin Tian scooped her up and carried her into the house.
Immediately, moans filled the room.
The next morning, Qin Wuming was limp and unconscious.
She lay naked on the bed, legs spread wide, her crotch a mess. A mixture of semen and blood oozed from her swollen vulva, trickling down her inner thighs and soaking the quilt.
Her large breasts were pressed beneath her, creating a deep cleavage. Her buttocks were covered in red handprints. Her hair was disheveled and clung to her sweat-dampened face. A satisfied smile lingered on her lips. She looked like a wanton woman, thoroughly violated, both wanton and pitiful.
Qin Tian, panting heavily, rose from beside her. Looking down at her, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
He picked up a basin of water and used a damp cloth to clean the stickiness between her legs, then wiped away the sweat from her body.
After cleaning her, he covered her with a thin blanket and whispered, "Sleep. Enjoy today, look forward to tomorrow."
Then, he put on his robes, pushed open the door, and left, leaving the room in silence.
He went directly to the First Peak, to his grandfather's cave.
Qin Yuanshou looked even older now, with scattered oil lamps lying on the ground.
Most of the oil lamps had long since gone out, the oil dried up, the wicks charred, lying silently on the ground.
At the far end of the cave, an old man sat on a stone bed.
His body was hunched, his face withered, like a lifeless shell.
Only the oil lamp before him stubbornly burned, its flame weak, as if it might go out at any moment.
Qin Tian sighed inwardly. This old man had also reached the end. He went to Qin Yuanshou's side and said in a deep voice, "Grandpa."
Qin Yuanshou slowly raised his head, his cloudy eyes appearing particularly dim in the light.
He looked at Qin Tian, a slight, kind smile playing on his lips. "Grandson, you've come."
Qin Tian looked at the old man's face and smiled slightly. "Grandpa, I've already proposed to Sister Wuhun. The wedding will be held as soon as possible."
Upon hearing this, a glimmer of relief flashed in Qin Yuanshou's eyes. His withered hand gently patted Qin Tian's shoulder. "Good, good... Wuhun is a good girl. I'm relieved that you can marry her."
Qin Tian wasn't the type to let emotions cloud his judgment. You could call him cold-blooded or ruthless, but that was only towards his enemies.
He couldn't be heartless towards his family and lover.
Qin Tian: "Grandpa, I want to see Lord Qin."
Qin Tian's voice carried a hint of determination. Lord Qin had been in seclusion, and the Qin clan's Immortal Venerables had all entered their final countdown for unknown reasons.
If they continue to sit and wait for death, once Qin Yuanshou's generation is wiped out, the Qin clan will lose its pillar. Under the onslaught of darkness, even if the Qin clan survives, it will be decimated.
His purpose in coming here was to change the Qin clan's current predicament. He believed that if the Qin Lord and others participated in the war, weakening the power of darkness as much as possible before their deaths, the Qin clan might have more survivors and more trump cards in the future.
Therefore, he had to meet with the Qin Lord and persuade him and the Qin clan to join the war.
But as soon as he finished speaking, the air in the cave suddenly froze, as if time itself had stopped.
Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared silently in the cave.
The man was dressed in white, with a handsome face, appearing to be middle-aged, yet giving off an unfathomable aura.
Behind him, it seemed as if countless stars were swirling, his eyes shifting between yin and yang, as if containing the deepest mysteries of the universe.
Qin Tian's pupils contracted. This middle-aged man gave him a terrifying aura; this might be the strongest person Qin Tian had ever encountered.
Qin Yuanshou's cloudy eyes looked at the newcomer and he said in a low voice, "Grandson, this is Lord Qin."
Qin Tian was somewhat surprised. This person was actually Lord Qin, the lord of the Qin clan, the strongest being in the Immortal Realm.
But why did he look so young?
Lord Qin's gaze fell on Qin Yuanshou, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.
He spoke slowly, his voice deep and authoritative: "Yuanshou, you've worked hard. The Qin clan... has failed you."
Upon hearing this, a trace of helplessness and bitterness flashed in Qin Yuanshou's eyes. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but was interrupted by Lord Qin raising his hand.
Lord Qin didn't say anything more, but flicked his finger, sending out a dazzling starlight.
The light drew a graceful arc in the air, landing on the three oil lamps in the cave.
Instantly, the oil lamp was lit, its flickering flame dispelling some of the darkness in the cave.
With the lamp lit, the deathly aura emanating from Qin Yuanshou seemed to be suppressed somewhat, and his withered face regained a touch of life.
However, he felt no joy; instead, his brow furrowed.
"Lord Qin, you shouldn't waste your energy on someone like me who is about to die..." Qin Yuanshou's voice was hoarse and low; he was dissatisfied with Lord Qin's actions.
Qin Zhu: "It's alright, I still have some spare strength. It's just that this is all I can do. I apologize."
Qin Yuanshou: "Hehe, this old man is ashamed to have retired so quickly."
Qin Zhu shook his head: "Don't say that. If it weren't for you, our losses would have been even greater. You should rest well. These three oil lamps are enough for you to attend your grandson's wedding."
Hearing that he could attend Qin Tian's wedding, Qin Yuanshou's eyes, which had been filled with self-reproach and guilt, brightened slightly. He said, "Thank you."
Qin Zhu simply smiled faintly, turning his gaze to Qin Tian. His voice was calm but undeniable: "Come with me."
Before the words were finished, Qin Zhu placed his hand on Qin Tian's shoulder.
Instantly, the world seemed to turn upside down before Qin Tian's eyes. The surrounding scenery spun rapidly, as if traversing countless times and spaces.
Qin Zhu led Qin Tian through endless star fields, finally arriving at a boundless dark space, where even heaven and earth seemed to be swallowed up.
In the center of the darkness, a coffin floated silently, its size far exceeding Qin Tian's imagination, as if it were a mountain range stretching across the universe.
The coffin was entirely black, its surface covered with eerie and complex patterns. These patterns seemed to flow slowly, like living things, emanating a suffocating aura of terror.
Without close inspection, these patterns resembled pulsating blood vessels, covering the entire coffin.
Around the coffin stood 108 enormous stone pillars, each rising from the darkness, seemingly supporting this space.
The pillars were carved with densely packed runes, which flickered with a faint light. Each pillar was secured by a thick chain, the other end firmly locked to the coffin, yet each chain was taut, as if the two forces were locked in a struggle.
What shocked Qin Tian even more was that atop each pillar sat a person.
They were clad in ancient robes, their faces solemn, radiating a powerful aura of cultivation.
Their hands formed hand seals, continuously channeling their power into the coffins through the stone pillars and chains. A deathly aura permeated their bodies; some were even desiccated, yet their hands remained raised, relentlessly drawing upon every last drop of strength to maintain the seal.
Upon closer inspection, Qin Tian was astonished to discover that these individuals were all high-ranking members or ancestors of the Qin Clan, each a Celestial Venerable-level being.
Their auras were powerful and profound, yet tinged with weariness and age.
Qin Tian was deeply shaken. He knew these were the true foundation of the Qin Clan, the pillars that supported its very existence.
And now, these pillars were all here.
Qin Tian also noticed that several stone pillars were hollow, stained with dried blood.
Qin Tian knew that among these empty stone pillars, one called "Grandpa" belonged to Qin Yuanshou, who had once sat here, suppressing this coffin alongside other Immortal Venerables until his lifespan ended and he had to leave.
"This is the Coffin of Sin," the Qin Clan's voice echoed in Qin Tian's ears, low and solemn. "It is the coffin of the sins of all things, gathering the sins of all living beings. They were absorbed here, and within this coffin, something capable of destroying everything is being nurtured."
Qin Tian's heart trembled. Of course, he knew what this was.
But he hadn't expected that the Qin Clan already knew, and had begun the suppression.
Now he finally understood why every Immortal Venerable of the Qin Clan was a ruler who had traversed countless ages, suppressing all the heavens.
Why were these beings gradually disappearing? Why were the lifespans of Qin Yuanshou and the others dwindling so rapidly?
Because they had been suppressing darkness.
The Qin Lord looked at Qin Tian, a complex expression flashing in his eyes: "We actually discovered the invasion of darkness a long time ago. The existence within this coffin of sin is one of the sources of darkness. We have been suppressing it, but our power is gradually weakening. Do you see those empty stone pillars?"
The Qin Lord pointed to the twenty-eight empty stone pillars and said, "The eighth one from the left is where your grandfather was."
"The Coffin of Sin has actually begun to awaken long ago. Inside the coffin are endless dark creatures, and a terrifying force that even I cannot fathom. If these things were released, not only the Immortal Realm, but the entire world would fall."
The Qin Lord's tone grew increasingly solemn as he continued, "So now, what's inside wants to come out, but we've held it back, which has increased our pressure."
Those empty stone pillars represent the sacrifices of the Qin clan's ancestors, and also represent the Qin clan's gradual decline.
The Qin clan is now in a dilemma. If they ignore the Coffin of Sin and fight the darkness with overwhelming force, the Qin clan will hasten its demise.
Choosing to suppress it, while delaying the opening of the Coffin of Sin and buying the Qin clan more time, comes at the cost of all the Qin clan's high-level combatants being exhausted and killed here.
Qin Tian saw many familiar faces, including Qin Wuhun and Qin Wuming's grandfather.
And Qin Mingfei's father.
The peak masters of the Ten Peaks, and the holy masters of the Two Holy Lands.
The Qin Lord's voice rang out again, tinged with determination: "We can suppress it for a while longer, but once we fail, the dark creatures will launch a full-scale invasion. At that time, the Qin Clan, and even the entire Immortal Realm, will face annihilation."
He turned to Qin Tian, his gaze deep and resolute: "Qin Tian, your time is running out. You must quickly improve your strength and become a powerful figure capable of standing alone. The future of the Qin Clan, the future of the Immortal Realm, rests on your shoulders."
Qin Tian didn't look at the Qin Lord; his gaze remained fixed on the enormous, unsightly creature, even from this distance. On the fully revealed coffin of sin, a voice spoke: "I was just a good-for-nothing, a womanizing playboy. I only recently woke up and started cultivating. Is it too heavy a burden to throw this responsibility at me?"
The Qin Lord chuckled and said, "I believe you."
Qin Tian glanced at the Qin Lord and asked, "Do you already know?"
The Qin Lord didn't answer, but stepped forward, his aura as vast as the ocean, the light illuminating almost the entire darkness. With a single step, he traversed a great distance, arriving at an empty stone pillar.
His return caused all the runes on the pillars to light up, resonating.
The coffin of sin emitted a piercing wail!
"The future is in your hands."
...
Qin Tian smiled self-deprecatingly. Whether he had changed the past or not, he could no longer tell.
Just as Qin Tian was about to leave, a voice came from one of the stone pillars.
"Young man, I'm entrusting Wuhun to you from now on. Hold her close to me, and protect her no matter what."
Qin Tian turned around. The speaker was Qin Wuhun's grandfather.
"Don't worry, I'll protect them."
"Hehe, I've agreed to your marriage with Wuhun, but I'm afraid I won't be able to attend… Please… please pass on a message to Wuhun."
Qin Tian: "Please speak."
"If she's bullied, come find Grandpa, and Grandpa will beat her up for you." The old man's wrinkles lessened, revealing a smile.
Qin Tian gave a wry smile and said, "You might as well just name me."
Qin Tian glanced one last time at the Coffin of Sin. There were three more places like this: the Endless Sea of White Bones, which he had already visited; the Nine Deaths Rebirth Bridge; and the Blood and Flesh Palace.
The Endless Sea of White Bones was on the verge of spiraling out of control; many dark creatures had escaped, but this place was being suppressed by the Dao Mother herself, so it remained stable.
The situation in the other two locations is currently unknown.
Back in the Qin Clan, news of Qin Tian and Qin Wuhun's wedding had spread throughout the entire clan, leaving countless people utterly astonished.
In their eyes, it was like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung; a goddess had been abducted by a blond-haired bastard.
They were utterly heartbroken!
Deep within a picturesque garden, a pavilion stood by the water, its surface rippling, reflecting the surrounding flowers. A gentle breeze carried the fragrance of blossoms and the coolness of the water.
Qin Tian leaned back lazily in a large rosewood chair, a half-smile playing on his lips, his left arm around Qin Wumeng.
His large hand unceremoniously slipped inside her clothing.
Even through the fabric, the movement of his fingers was faintly visible.
Those slender fingers tightened and loosened, stretching the fabric and letting it fall back, outlining the rhythm of his movements.
Qin Wumeng's delicate body trembled slightly, her breathing became erratic, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes shimmered with a seductive allure, as if they were about to overflow with tears, captivating and mesmerizing.
On the other side of the pavilion, Qin Wuyan leaned against the railing, a faint gloom shrouding her eyes.
She had just learned today that Qin Tian was about to marry Qin Wuhun.
Qin Wuhun, with his stunning beauty and unparalleled talent, was the most outstanding person of their generation. Even she had to admit his excellence, but this recognition did not quell the surging anger and jealousy within her.
She bit her lower lip, her gaze sweeping over Qin Tian's entanglement with her sister, her tone laced with sarcasm: "The groom's in high spirits, huh? The wedding's almost here, and he's already sneaking off to this place for pleasure behind his future wife's back. If Sister Wuhun finds out, she'll probably tear this pavilion down."
Qin Tian lazily raised his eyes, a mocking glint in them.
He loosened his grip on Qin Wumeng's breasts, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Wuyan, are you jealous? Don't be angry. Even if I get married, I won't forget you. I'll still find time to fuck your little holes."
These words were frivolous and wanton. Qin Wuyan, enraged, laughed coldly. "You're so honest," she scoffed. "What do you take us sisters for? Playthings to be summoned and dismissed at will?"
She paused, turning to her sister nestled in Qin Tian's arms. "Wumeng, say something too. Don't just get all horny!"
Qin Wumeng's clothes were disheveled from Qin Tian's kneading, her large breasts changing shape between his fingers, the nipples slightly reddening from being pinched in his palm.
Her eyes were half-closed, her breath unsteady, but upon hearing this, she merely smiled coquettishly, her voice soft and melting: "As long as Big Brother likes it... Wumeng's little hole will always be open for Big Brother."
Her tone was full of submissiveness and dependence, overflowing with seductive charm, enough to make one's bones melt.
Qin Wuyan, hearing this, was speechless, rolled her eyes, and thought to herself, "This girl is hopeless."
She looked down at the area under the table, her voice suddenly rising: "Mother! Aren't you going to do anything about them?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a wet, sticky "tsk tsk" sound came from under the table, accompanied by low panting.
Qin Wuyan and Qin Wumeng's mother, Qin Mingfei, was kneeling under the table, her hands gripping Qin Tian's strong thighs, her mouth sucking on his thick, monstrous penis, working diligently.
Her lips tightly enveloped the penis, her tongue darting deftly around the glans, soft moans emanating from deep within her throat, a trickle of saliva escaping her lips and dripping down her chin—a scene of utter lewdness.
Sometimes she would swallow deeply, her throat bulging slightly, sometimes she would gently exhale, licking the shaft with her tongue, a practiced yet wanton display.
Hearing her daughter's complaints, Qin Mingfei slowly released the penis, now covered in her saliva, and exhaled a breath of hot air that spread across its surface.
She gently rubbed her smooth cheek against the rock-hard, burning member, her eyes glazed over, her voice husky and seductive: "Mother's satisfied with this big cock... my little darling's big cock, Auntie loves it the most."
After saying that, she licked her moist red lips, then eagerly opened her mouth, swallowing the entire cock, making gurgling sounds, and greedily sucking again.
Qin Wuyan watched this scene, sighed deeply, rubbed her temples, and said helplessly, "You guys... are truly hopeless."
Qin Tian chuckled, extending a hand, his voice slightly seductive: "Wuyan, don't be angry, come on, I'll give you the first shot, how about it?"
Qin Wuyan snorted coldly, her words disdainful, but her body moved accordingly.
She slowly rose, her steps deliberate, yet she still reached Qin Tian, half-pushing, half-yielding as she nestled into his broad embrace, offering her voluptuous body to his large hands.
Qin Tian smiled with satisfaction, deftly tearing open Qin Wuyan's clothes, revealing her fair, jade-like body.
Her firm breasts trembled slightly, their nipples as pink and tender as newly blossoming flower buds.
He lowered his head and took one into his mouth, teasing and sucking with his tongue, his teeth gently biting, eliciting a suppressed moan.
At the same time, his fingers slipped between her legs, precisely finding her sensitive clitoris, and gently kneading it.
Qin Wuyan initially bit her lip, trying to hold back, but after a few touches, she was aroused, panting softly, her vulva becoming increasingly wet, her legs involuntarily clamping together, her thighs trembling slightly.
"Hmph...you bastard..." she muttered, unable to hide the tremor in her voice.
Seeing her like this, Qin Tian's eyes flashed with a triumphant light. He guided his already rock-hard penis, aimed it at her wet opening, and thrust it in hard.
"Ah!!!" Qin Wuyan groaned, her voice sharp and drawn-out, tinged with pain and intense pleasure.
His thick penis filled her tight vagina completely, the flesh being pushed open and then tightly enveloped, each thrust producing a wave of sticky, wet sounds, a continuous "plop, plop" noise.
Qin Tian showed no mercy, thrusting his hips rapidly, causing ripples to spread across her buttocks, splashing her juices everywhere.
Seeing this, Qin Wumeng was not to be outdone. She removed her clothes, pressing her naked body against Qin Tian's back, rubbing her soft, large breasts against his back, the nipples brushing against his skin, sending waves of tingling sensations through her.
She murmured softly, "Big brother... even Wumeng wants some..." As she spoke, her slender hand reached down, gently grasping Qin Tian's heavy scrotum, her soft fingertips kneading it with a provocative air.
Meanwhile, Qin Mingfei had already crawled out from under the table. Seeing her daughters join the fray, she was no longer satisfied with just oral pleasure.
She rose with a seductive smile, unbuttoning her skirt to reveal her mature, voluptuous body. Her waist was supple, her hips rounded, and her breasts fullness far surpassed that of her daughters.
She moved to Qin Tian's side, leaned down, and extended her tongue, licking the honeyed fluid overflowing from the junction of his penis and her daughters' openings.
Soon, three distinct moans rose and fell in the pavilion.
Qin Wuyan's high-pitched, sharp moans carried a hint of unwilling submission; Qin Wumeng's soft, seductive moans were like murmurs and coquetry; Qin Mingfei's low, husky moans exuded the unique charm of a mature woman. Three bodies intertwined, the sounds of water, panting, and the colliding of flesh weaving into a lascivious symphony that echoed through the open garden.
Even the howling wind couldn't drown out the seductive moans.
Time flew by, and today the Qin Clan was about to celebrate an incredibly momentous day.
The super powers and lineages of the entire Five Elements Immortal Realm sent envoys to the Qin Clan; even some Immortal Venerables traversed endless time and space to offer their congratulations.
Of the five elements—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—the Qin Clan resided in the Metal Immortal Realm.
Beyond the Metal Immortal Realm, countless magnificent spirit ships descended, causing the boundary sea to churn—a truly grand spectacle.
This was all for the wedding ceremony of Qin Wudao, the young ancestor of the Qin Clan, and Qin Wuhun, the eldest daughter of the Qin Clan!
Since they were all of the same lineage, no one felt it was inappropriate; intermarriage among members of large families was not uncommon.
This ensured the purity of the bloodline, kept resources within the family, and provided greater peace of mind.
As for consanguineous marriage, in a world where even an ordinary mortal could live to be over a hundred, discussing it was somewhat laughable.
Beside the ten peaks of the Qin Clan, ninety-nine floating immortal islands hovered, connected by rainbow bridges. Each island was adorned with immortal flowers that never faded, shimmering with light and dazzling brilliance.
Surrounded by these immortal islands, backed by the ten peaks, a colossal Nine Dragons Heavenly Platform rose from the ground. Carved from millions of years of Xuan Yang Immortal Crystal, it emitted a faint purple light. Nine dragon-shaped divine souls coiled upon it, their roars shaking the heavens, spewing forth wisps of immortal mist, rendering the entire sacred realm dreamlike and ethereal.
Below the platform, ninety-nine towering jade pillars stood, each engraved with ancient immortal runes, releasing boundless pressure that suppressed the surrounding void.
Guests from all directions were utterly astonished, shocked by the sheer scale of the Qin Clan's extravagance.
The price of the Nine Dragons Heavenly Platform alone surpassed that of most of the forces present; it was something the entire clan, including its disciples, couldn't afford even if they sold their last possessions.
Many were beaming with joy and laughter, the Qin Clan members their faces beaming with uncontrollable smiles, utterly excited.
The hall was filled with guests, all top figures in the Immortal Realm, chatting and discussing animatedly.
Even before the wedding banquet began, shouts and cheers filled the air.
Qin Yuanshou, radiant and upright, didn't resemble an elderly man at all. He stood on the Nine Dragons Heavenly Platform, greeting guests with an unstoppable smile.
Immortal Venerable Yuanshou personally greeted them, which flattered and overwhelmed many. They dared not overstep their bounds in the slightest, and all bowed respectfully.
"Hahaha, Old Ghost Sword, your sword qi transforming into a dragon is becoming more and more interesting! Come, come, take a seat. Today, this old man will have a drink with you."
"Fairy Bibo, your charm remains as captivating as ever! We've all become old men, yet you're still the same as before. That fellow Youdi is here too. Back then, you two… hahaha, perhaps you could rekindle your old flame… alright, alright… this old man won't say anymore…"
"Oh dear, you troublemaker, you're still alive? Good thing you're still alive! If you were dead, who would drink with this old man?"
"The Dan family of the Wood Immortal Realm? That Mad Medicine Doctor has a fine junior. Since he can't come, you can drink a few more cups for him."
Qin Yuanshou was calling out to his friends; it had been a long time since he had been so happy.
After the guests took their seats and the food and wine were served…
A loud shout rang out…
Tens of thousands of eyes in the arena were filled with joy, all fixed on that direction.
On a seven-colored avenue, Qin Tian was leading a stunningly beautiful woman draped in a red veil, walking step by step towards the rooftop.
Today, Qin Wuhun's wedding dress was breathtaking.
The dress was woven from the tail feathers of a phoenix from the heavens, its crimson-gold phoenix patterns shimmering under the celestial light. The train trailed hundreds of feet long, like a blazing divine flame.
She wore a crown adorned with stars from the heavens, each a true star plucked from the sky, its brilliance highlighting her exquisite face, making her appear even more aloof and noble, like a celestial maiden, her aura surpassing all others.
Qin Tian wore a red robe with dragon patterns, the dragons on the robe swirling and roaring, his brows carrying a hint of arrogance and domineering power. Standing beside Qin Wuhun, they appeared perfectly matched. Below the rooftop, the Qin clan members stood in formation to watch the ceremony. Celestial music filled the air as a hundred celestial maidens danced in the air, showering the sky with a rain of flowers, the petals transforming into fluttering butterflies upon landing.
Among the crowd were Qin Mingfei and her two daughters, each lost in their own thoughts.
Qin Mingfei stood on a secluded viewing platform, dressed in a dark green robe embroidered with intertwined peonies, which accentuated her voluptuous figure and alluring charm.
Her eyes were lowered, a cup of celestial wine in her hand, yet her gaze frequently swept towards Qin Tian on the Nine Dragons Rooftop. A subtle, meaningful smile played on her lips.
The absurd scene from yesterday in the garden pavilion still resonated in her mind; the sensation of that thick, hot penis ravaging her lips and tongue seemed to linger.
She took a sip of wine and murmured to herself, "My little darling is getting married today, don't forget how good your aunt is..."
Beside her, Qin Wuyan wore a pale purple gauze dress, a gilded belt cinching her waist, outlining her slender waist and shapely hips.
She crossed her arms, a hint of resentment in her eyes, her gaze fixed on Qin Wuhun on the stage.
The beauty of that wedding dress, the unparalleled aura, all filled her with envy. If she wore that red gown, she was sure she wouldn't be any less stunning than Qin Wuhun.
She snorted coldly, muttering, "What's there to be proud of? She still has to lick that bastard's penis like us, doesn't she? Humph, I'll go see him every day, he won't have time to look for you." Her tone was bitter, clearly showing her dissatisfaction with the wedding.
Qin Wumeng stood on her mother's other side, in a white fairy dress, her purity tinged with a hint of allure.
Unlike her sister, she wasn't angry. Instead, she gazed at Qin Tian with infatuation, her eyes filled with tenderness and affection.
She clasped her hands together in front of her chest and whispered, "Big brother looks so handsome today...hehe...how about we help Sister Wuhun a bit during your wedding night, since your penis is so big..."
Her words were so unabashed that they drew stares from several Qin clan members nearby, as if they'd seen a ghost.
Qin Mingfei merely chuckled, patting his daughter's hand as if he were already used to it.
Qin Tian was overwhelmed with excitement, a feeling he'd never experienced before.
He could feel the beautiful woman's hand trembling slightly beside him. Qin Tian grasped it tightly, his gaze gentle yet unwavering, and said,
"I'm here."
"Let's go together."
"From this day forward, we are husband and wife, inseparable."
The beautiful woman beside him trembled slightly for a moment, then calmed down.
A soft, almost inaudible murmur drifted over.
"Mmm."
Witnessed by countless witnesses, the couple bowed to heaven and earth, then to their parents, and finally to each other.
The ceremony was complete!
After Qin Tian led Qin Wuhun to kowtow to Qin Yuanshou, the wedding reached its climax, filled with laughter and joy that lasted for a long time.
Time flew by. The sun set, the wine was served, and the dishes were enjoyed. The guests had all departed.
The time now belonged to the newlyweds.
The night was deep, and moonlight bathed the Qin clan's courtyard. Red lanterns hung high, filling the air with joy.
The moment Qin Tian pushed open the carved wooden door and stepped into the bridal chamber, his heart involuntarily quickened.
Inside the room, the faint scent of sandalwood mingled with the sweet fragrance of flower petals. The flickering candlelight cast a warm, red glow throughout the room. His gaze quickly fell upon the figure before the bed—his bride, Qin Wuhun. She sat gracefully on the wedding bed, her head covered by a red veil embroidered with phoenixes and dragons in harmony. Qin Tian was surprised to find that Qin Wuhun's wedding attire was completely different.
Unlike the dignified and luxurious dress she had displayed to everyone during the day, Qin Wuhun's wedding dress now exuded more romance…
It was a magnificent Chinese wedding dress, a fusion of fiery passion and tenderness. The upper part was a form-fitting red high-collar robe, with intricate auspicious cloud patterns outlined in gold thread, subtly conveying majesty and elegance.
The hem of the robe was boldly slit up to her thighs, revealing a pair of long, slender, fair legs. Delicate gold and red tassels wrapped around the sides of her legs, trembling slightly with her soft breaths, sexy yet graceful.
A gilded belt cinched her waist, outlining her slender figure, while a sheer veil covered her chest, revealing glimpses of her alluring curves. The entire wedding attire possessed both the solemnity of classic Chinese style and a touch of seductive allure, as if designed specifically for this wedding night.
Qin Tian's throat tightened. He slowly approached, the wooden floorboards creaking softly beneath his feet.
He reached out and gently lifted the red veil.
The veil fell, revealing Qin Wuhun's stunningly beautiful face. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes like stars, and her lips were lightly painted with rouge. She looked at him with a half-smile.
Her long hair was loose, adorned with several gold hairpins that shimmered in the candlelight. She was as beautiful as a fairy from a painting, yet possessed a bewitching charm.
"Wuhun, tonight... you are so beautiful I can't take my eyes off you," Qin Tian whispered, his voice slightly hoarse, a fire burning in his eyes.
Qin Wuhun smiled slightly, her eyelashes fluttering, and said softly, "I'm glad my husband likes it. I specially prepared two wedding dresses, one for others to see, and one just for you." Her voice was as sweet as spring water, yet held a captivating allure.
He could no longer restrain himself and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
Her lips were soft and warm, carrying a faint floral scent. Qin Tian first gently probed, then deepened the kiss, his tongue prying open her lips, greedily inhaling her breath.
Qin Wuhun let out a soft moan, her hands unconsciously climbing onto his shoulders.
After the kiss, his hands slid down her shoulders, caressing her chest covered by a thin veil, his fingertips gently tracing the gold embroidery on the wedding dress.
Her body trembled slightly, her breathing becoming rapid.
Qin Tian whispered in her ear, "This wedding dress is so beautiful, I love it. Let's not take it off tonight."
Before he finished speaking, his hand had already slipped under the slit of her dress, slowly moving up her inner thigh. His fingertips touched her soft skin, eliciting a soft gasp from her.
Qin Wuhun's cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of shyness and reproach.
She bit her lower lip, her voice alluring, "Then, my husband... would you like to wear another one..."
The foreplay intensified. Qin Tian loosened the gilded belt around her waist, causing the wedding dress to flare slightly, revealing her fair collarbone and her partially concealed breasts.
He lowered his head and kissed her neck, his fingers nimbly tracing the contours of her body, sometimes gently caressing, sometimes pressing harder, teasing her until she gasped softly.
Her wedding dress, though not completely removed, was all the more alluring in its disheveled state. The slit in the long robe was pushed up to her waist, tassels dangling, creating a scene both decadent and beautiful.
Finally, he pressed her down onto the wedding bed. In the candlelight, her half-open wedding dress and disheveled hair intertwined to create a breathtaking picture.
Qin Tian leaned over her, his movements both gentle and possessive. The moment he entered her, she let out a soft moan, her arms tightly embracing him.
The red veil of her wedding dress spread out beneath her, like a blooming peony, making her even more alluring.
Their rhythm shifted from slow to intense. Qin Wuhun's moans gradually rose, mingling with Qin Tian's low growls, echoing in the bridal chamber.
Her dignified yet sensual wedding dress was now an embellishment of desire, the tassels swaying with their movements, the gold embroidery shimmering with an ambiguous sheen in the candlelight.
The night was still long, the candlelight still burning, and the festivities of their wedding night had only just begun.
The red gauze curtains on the wedding bed were soaked with sweat, clinging slightly to Qin Wuhun's back. She knelt in the center of the bed, her wedding dress disheveled, the high-necked robe pulled open, the thin gauze draped over her shoulders, revealing her smooth, white breasts.
Her full breasts heaved with her breath, the two rosy nipples already hardened by Qin Tian's kneading, glistening with moisture.
The hem of her robe, slit up to her waist, revealed her pert buttocks. The tassels along her thighs swayed gently with her trembling, as if providing accompaniment to this carnal feast.
Qin Tian knelt behind her, his hands gripping her waist, looking down at her body, half-hidden by her wedding dress, his eyes burning with desire.
He panted heavily, growling, "My wife, this wedding dress looks so beautiful on you! I can't resist possessing you!"
With that, he thrust forward violently, his penis ramming deep inside her, causing her to let out a sharp moan: "Ah... Husband, it's too heavy..."
Her voice, alluring yet tinged with a hint of fragility, trembled as she braced herself on the bed, her nails digging into the scarlet sheets until her knuckles turned white.
Qin Tian gave her no chance to catch her breath. He leaned down, his chest pressed against her back, his hands sliding from her waist to her chest, forcefully kneading her breasts, half-hidden by the thin veil of her wedding dress.
His fingertips pinched her firm, red nipples, giving them a gentle twist. Her body tensed immediately, a soft moan escaping her lips: "Mmm...no...that won't do..." Though she said no, her tone clearly pleaded for him to be more forceful.
His rough palms left red marks on her chest, the thin veil of her wedding dress crumpled and clinging to her sweat-dampened breasts, the marks of his rough handling barely visible.
He thrust violently into her, biting her earlobe with his teeth, his hot breath brushing against her sensitive neck. "My wife, you're so tight here, it feels like I want to die inside you."
His voice was hoarse, brimming with masculine energy. Each thrust made her buttocks tremble, producing soft slapping sounds. She tilted her head back, her long hair disheveled, the gold hairpin jingling. Sweat trickled down her forehead, dripping onto the sheets.
She gasped, turning to look at him, her eyes filled with a hazy, wanton gaze. "Husband... slower... I can't take it anymore..." But as soon as she spoke, her hips involuntarily arched back, pressing against his groin, her wetness making a soft, suggestive sound.
Qin Tian's eyes reddened with arousal from her movements. He growled, forcefully spreading her buttocks with both hands, penetrating even deeper.
Each thrust reached her deepest point, causing her body to lean forward, her chest almost pressed against the bed. The thin fabric of her wedding dress was crumpled, revealing her sweat-soaked back.
He bent down and licked the back of her neck, his tongue tracing the curve of her spine, leaving a warm, wet trail.
His hands were not idle either. One hand continued to knead her breasts, his fingers pinching and tugging at the swollen, red nipples. The other hand reached down, finding the sensitive clitoris and quickly rubbing it with his fingertips.
"Ah... Husband... not there... ah... this is too stimulating... I'll go crazy... mmm... ahhh..." Qin Wuhun was almost driven to the brink of collapse by the double stimulation. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling uncontrollably, the tassels of her wedding dress clutched in her hands, almost breaking.
Her private parts were already soaking wet; each withdrawal brought out a large amount of clear fluid, which dripped down her inner thighs and onto the red sheets, blending seamlessly with the vibrant red of her wedding dress.
Qin Tian, panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat, looked at her disheveled state, his desire growing even stronger.
He gritted his teeth, increasing the pace of his thrusts, each one heavy and powerful, making her buttocks ripple with pleasure, the sounds echoing in the room.
He whispered, "Wife, your body is so horny... born to be fucked by me." He slapped her buttocks hard, leaving a red handprint, then kneaded her soft flesh, panting in her ear, "I'm going to cum inside you, fill you up."
Qin Wuhun trembled at his words. She bit her lip, her voice broken, "Cum... my husband... give it all to me..."
Before she could finish, her body suddenly tightened, as if actively sucking at him. Qin Tian could no longer hold back. With a low growl, he thrust in deeply, releasing a torrent of hot fluid inside her.
He didn't withdraw immediately, but continued to move gently inside her, savoring the afterglow of her orgasm, each thrust accompanied by a wet, sticky sound.
Her wedding dress was a mess. The bodice was open, her breasts exposed to the air, swollen and red from being roughly handled. The hem was pulled up to her waist, soaked with sweat and semen, the gold embroidery stained and ruined.
The red dress, a symbol of purity and solemnity, now bore witness to her defilement, haphazardly draped over her body, exuding an aura of lewdness.
Qin Tian, panting, lay on her back, his fingers tracing her sweat-dampened hair, whispering, "The wedding night has only just begun." A wicked smile played on his lips; the flames of desire had not yet been extinguished.
The sight of her being violated while still in her wedding dress was incredibly alluring to Qin Tian.
Qin Tian, still panting, gazed at Qin Wuhun's sweat-soaked wedding dress. The disheveled gold embroidery and scattered tassels outlined her ravaged, seductive state.
He lowered his head and kissed the back of her neck, his fingers tracing the wetness between her buttocks. His voice was hoarse as he said, "My wife, I've served you in the front; now it's time to pamper your favorite back."
He gently patted her buttocks, gesturing for her to turn over.
Qin Wuhun let out a soft moan, her body still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, limply obeying his movements.
She turned over, lying on her back on the wedding bed, the hem of her wedding dress lifted to her waist, her legs slightly parted, revealing her recently penetrated vulva.
A clear liquid mixed with his semen slowly oozed from between her swollen petals, opening and closing with her breath, glistening with a lascivious sheen.
Qin Tian knelt between her legs, looking down at her like this, his throat tightening, his desire reignited.
He reached out and parted her legs, placing them on his shoulders, his fingertips probing between her buttocks, finding her tight anus, and gently pressing.
She trembled, biting her lip as she whispered, "Husband... please go slower... I'm used to it... but if you're too rough, it will still hurt..."
Yet, her eyes held a hint of anticipation.
Qin Tian chuckled softly, then straightened up, pressing his already hard and burning penis against the entrance of her anus.
Qin Wuhun gripped the sheets tightly, a flicker of shame and nervousness in her eyes.
He slowly pushed in, the tight passage gradually widening. She let out a soft moan, her brow furrowing slightly, her face displaying a mixture of pain and pleasure: "Ah... so full... Husband... Husband is so kind to me... it feels so good in the back..."
Qin Tian breathed heavily. This time, he didn't forcefully insert his entire penis; instead, he supported her buttocks with both hands, slowly penetrating until it was fully inside.
Qin Tian looked down and saw that Qin Wuhun's labia, which had been penetrated, were slightly open. With each thrust of his anus, they contracted and expanded, squeezing out the remaining semen, which dripped down her buttocks and onto his penis, forming a self-generating lubricant.
His gaze moved upwards. Her large breasts swayed violently with his movements, like two mounds of white, creamy jelly, rippling with waves of flesh. The tassels of her wedding dress hung down her chest, stuck together by sweat, making her appear even more erotic.
"My wife, you look... truly alluring," he said passionately, increasing his pace, each thrust making her buttocks tremble with a crisp slapping sound.
Qin Wuhun's moans grew louder, her hands unconsciously gripping her wedding dress, her nails digging into the gold embroidery, almost tearing the thin fabric.
Her vagina, untouched, contracted even more violently from the stimulation of her anus, clear fluid gushing out and trickling down her thighs, making his penis and anus even more lubricated, soaking the hem of her wedding dress.
Qin Tian bent down and kissed her lips, his tongue swirling wildly in her mouth, swallowing her gasps.
While thrusting violently into her anus, he reached out and kneaded her large breasts, his fingertips pinching and twisting her swollen nipples.
She screamed, her body arching violently, a tear spilling from the corner of her eye: "Husband... I... I can't take it anymore... My back... My back... it's so hot..." Her expression was hazy and wanton, a trace of saliva at the corner of her mouth, completely lost in this carnal frenzy.
Qin Tian panted, increasing his speed; the tightness of her anus made the veins on his forehead bulge, and he was about to reach his climax.
Just then, Qin Wuhun suddenly opened her eyes, grabbed his arm, her voice trembling yet firm: "Husband...shoot inside me...I want to have your child..." Her eyes were pleading, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hips thrusting forward as if begging for his favor.
Qin Tian, stimulated by her words, gasped, and growled, "Fine, my wife wants it, I'll give it to you."
He abruptly withdrew from her anus, making a wet "pop" sound, then thrust into her soaking wet vagina without hesitation.
Her petals were already soft and pliable, tightly enveloped as soon as he entered. He gritted his teeth, thrusting hard several times, each stroke reaching her cervix.
She screamed and clung to him, her nails scratching bloody marks on his back: "Ah...husband...shoot inside...let me get pregnant...let me carry your child...ah..."
Qin Tian roared, thrusting deep inside, ejaculating his hot semen into her uterus.
Qin Wuhun's body trembled violently, her vagina spasming and sucking at him, as if trying to drain him dry.
Qin Tian, panting, lay on top of her, lowering his head to kiss her forehead.
Although Qin Wuhun was exhausted, she managed to sit up, her wedding dress draped haphazardly over her body, revealing her ravaged, swollen breasts and her dripping lower body.
She lowered her head to his crotch, extending her tongue to gently lick his still-erect penis.
She licked carefully and slowly, her tongue curling over the tip, cleaning away the remaining semen and her own taste, making soft smacking sounds.
Qin Tian let out a low breath, his fingers threading through her hair, and said in a hoarse voice, "My wife, you really...you're killing me."
She looked up, her eyes filled with a weary yet satisfied smile. She licked her lips and whispered, "On my wedding night, my husband, of course I must serve you well."
As soon as she finished speaking, her body finally gave way. The aftershocks of her climax left her completely dazed. Her eyes closed slightly, and she collapsed limply onto the bed. Her wedding dress was crumpled, soaked with sweat and semen, like a peony ravaged by a storm.
Qin Tian looked at her with heartache and bent down to pick her up.
She leaned weakly against him, too weak even to open her eyes.
Qin Tian carried Qin Wuhun into the adjacent bathroom and gently washed her body, which was covered in marks, with warm water. The water washed over her swollen breasts and her legs, which were dripping with fluid. Her wedding dress was carelessly tossed aside, piled up wetly.
After washing Qin Wuhun's alluring body clean, he carried her back to the room and changed the bedding.
Finally, he pulled her into his arms. Qin Wuhun's face was pressed against his chest, her hair disheveled, the expensive gold hairpin long gone.
But no one cared anymore.
The two fell asleep in each other's arms, their breathing gradually becoming even. Only the faint smoke from the burnt-out candle and the lingering, ambiguous atmosphere remained in the room.
Time passed slowly. In the quiet night, everything was silent except for the sound of the person beside him breathing.
Qin Wuhun opened her eyes. Her eyes no longer held the brightness and happiness they had before; instead, they were deep and lifeless, as if they had endured endless years, calm as if her heart had died.
She sat up, the bedding slipping off her smooth skin, revealing her full breasts standing erect in the air. She made no attempt to cover them, nor did she feel any shame.
She looked down at the sleeping man beside her, and for the first time, ripples appeared in his eyes, which had remained unmoved for countless millennia.
She wanted to reach out and touch him, but even as she raised her hand, countless red threads bound her tightly, the threads digging deep into her skin, almost severing her.
These were the karma she bore. At this moment, she awoke.
She was now the ancestor of the Qin clan, bearing the karma of the Qin clan.
"Wu Dao… Qin Tian…"
Qin Wuhun struggled to reach out and touch him, but the threads of cause and effect bound her too tightly. Blood seeped from the depths of her body; her skin was torn open, her flesh, her veins, her bones—all were being destroyed by cause and effect.
And this world began to flicker and change, began to blur, began to collapse.
The world was distorting, the laws were shifting.
As Qin Wuhun's fingertips drew closer, this dream world teetered on the brink of collapse.
She wanted to touch him, to touch the husband who hadn't appeared for centuries, for billions of years…
The desire, the longing in her heart, could no longer be suppressed.
But just as her fingertips were about to touch Qin Tian's nose, she stopped. Qin Wuhun was no longer the beautiful woman she had been moments before; instead, her skin was torn open, flesh stripped away, revealing a horrifying sight of bruised bones.
Her empty eyes turned aside, looking beyond the wedding bed.
Standing there was a woman, a woman beyond perfection, radiating an almost viscous maternal aura.
"Have you thought this through? With that one touch, all his efforts will vanish. When he wakes, he will face a reality of utter isolation and helplessness."
"And you will die, destroyed by the karma you bear. With your death, karma will scatter, and those in the Qin clan who were destined to die will also perish completely…"
Qin Wuhun, his white, skeletal eye sockets stained with flesh and blood, looked at this woman. Though his eyeballs were shattered, emotions could still be seen in those dark sockets.
"A product of a dream, actually waking up in a dream…"
"Interesting, truly worthy of the Heavenly Dao…"
Qin Wuhun continued to look at the sleeping Qin Tian. She hesitated for a moment, then withdrew her fingers. No longer affecting or increasing karma, her flesh and blood began to heal, the threads loosening.
In a short while, she was completely restored.
She was still as beautiful as ever.
"Take good care of him for me."
After Qin Wuhun finished speaking, the deep look in her eyes faded, and her eyes regained their light.
She fell asleep.
She woke up.
Qin Wuhun let out a soft moan, a wave of exhaustion washing over her. Her sleepy eyes saw her husband, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes filled with happiness.
She gently leaned against his chest, pressing her naked body close to his embrace, and drifted off into a deep sleep.
However, Qin Tian knew nothing of this, nor did he know that the world, due to its previous collapse, had undergone changes he could hardly comprehend.
Of course, he would only find out when he woke up.