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Qin Tian slowly opened his eyes from the bed, his consciousness pulled back from its hazy state.
Looking at the spotless, clean, and elegant room, Qin Tian felt as if he had just had a very long dream.
He seemed to be…
Dreaming of his wedding night with his wife.
Qin Tian shook his head and smiled. He and his wife had been married for many years, yet he still dreamed of that scene. It seemed he loved his wife too much.
Yes, I love her very much.
I am captivated by her body, indulging in her tenderness, and passionately devoted to her love.
I love only her.
Suddenly, Qin Tian felt a sharp pain in his head. He rubbed his head, his brows furrowed.
Just then, the beaded curtain of the attic was gently parted, and a faint fragrance wafted in, accompanied by the soft sound of dripping water and low, gentle breaths.
Qin Tian turned around, his gaze instantly fixing on the person who entered.
His wife, Qin Wuhun.
Qin Wuhun, once the eldest daughter of the Qin clan and a universally acknowledged beauty in both the Qin clan and the Golden Immortal Realm, now bore a baby bump at eight months, yet her allure only grew more captivating.
A sheer purple gauze dress clung to her voluptuous figure. The dress's design was extremely daring; the gossamer-thin fabric barely concealed her fair, jade-like skin.
Her large breasts, amplified by pregnancy, were breathtakingly full, seemingly about to burst through the thin fabric. Two rosy nipples were faintly visible, and fine, white milk seeped from them, trickling down the dress and dripping onto her swollen belly.
The hem of the dress was pitifully short, barely covering her rounded buttocks. Her secret garden was faintly visible between her legs, and with each step, the fluid dripped down her long thighs, leaving a trail of glistening liquid on the floor.
She gently stroked her pregnant belly with one hand, and with the other, she brushed aside a strand of her long, dark hair. Her eyes, filled with seductive allure, looked at Qin Tian, and she whispered, "What are you thinking about, my husband?"
Qin Tian looked at his wife, his heart fluttering.
This woman, as pure and ethereal as a fairy, had, since he had fully awakened her, found the flames of lust within her uncontrollable. Especially after becoming pregnant with his child, she had become even more seductive and insatiable, demanding more and more each night.
At this moment, her misty eyes, her firm breasts, and her dripping vulva—everything about her ignited his desire.
He stepped forward, pulling Qin Wuhun into his arms. He lowered his head, his lips close to her ear, and whispered with a chuckle, "I was thinking, how come my fairy-like wife has become more and more like a little slut since she got pregnant with my child? She even drips water when she walks! Aren't you ashamed?"
Qin Wuhun's body trembled at his words, a blush rising to her cheeks. She deliberately puffed out her chest, pressing it against his firm chest, and said reproachfully, "It's all my husband's fault for training me like this. Now that I have your child in my belly, my body craves your love more and more. What should I do?"
Qin Tian's throat tightened. He reached out and gently squeezed her full breasts, milk flowing out. He chuckled softly, "What to do? Naturally, I'll feed you, my little pregnant woman..."
With that, he lowered his head and kissed her lips, his tongue forcefully prying open her teeth, greedily sucking her sweet nectar.
Qin Wuhun gasped softly from his kisses, her arms wrapped around his neck, pressing herself even closer with her pregnant belly. During foreplay, Qin Tian's hand slid between her legs, his fingertips gently teasing her wet, moist entrance, eliciting a moan from her.
He chuckled mischievously in her ear, "Look at this little hole, still so greedy even while pregnant. Do you want your husband to take the baby's share too?"
Qin Wuhun blushed crimson, yet couldn't help but twist her hips, responding to his fingers, and said seductively, "Husband, you're so naughty... I just want it! The baby inside me is making me so itchy, please be gentle with me..."
Qin Tian could no longer restrain himself and gently pressed her down onto the soft couch.
On the couch, Qin Wuhun was beneath Qin Tian, her beautiful, fairy-like face already flushed with desire.
Eight months pregnant, her legs were spread and draped over Qin Tian's shoulders. Her purple gauze robe had been pulled up to her waist, revealing her soaking wet lower body.
Her vulva opened slightly, and vaginal fluid gushed out like a spring, dripping from her buttocks onto the bed, leaving a wet, ambiguous stain.
Her large breasts rose and fell with her breath, milk seeping from her nipples splashing everywhere, some even landing on her face, adding to her wanton appearance.
Qin Tian looked down at her, his eyes burning with lust.
He held her pregnant belly with one hand, feeling the slight curve of her skin, while his other hand reached between her legs, his fingertips gently circling her vulva, teasing her until her body trembled, and another gush of vaginal fluid flowed out.
"Husband...stop teasing me..." Qin Wuhun bit her lower lip, pleading with seductive eyes, "I'm so itchy, the baby in my belly is getting impatient for me, please come in..." As she spoke, she arched her back, offering her wet, sweet spot to his hands, her appearance utterly alluring.
Qin Tian's Adam's apple bobbed, he let out a low growl, unfastened his black robe, revealing his already rock-hard penis.
The massive member stood erect and menacing, veins bulging, a few drops of glistening pre-ejaculate seeping from its tip.
He could no longer restrain himself, grasping his penis, aiming it at Qin Wuhun's dripping, lustful opening, and with a thrust of his hips, he plunged it in hard.
"Ah!!" Qin Wuhun cried out, her head thrown back, her hands gripping the brocade quilt on the bed tightly. The thick penis slid all the way in, causing her lower abdomen to bulge slightly, even her pregnant belly seemed to tremble.
Her tender flesh inside her honeyed orifice was stretched open, tightly gripping her husband's massive member, its layers of folds writhing and sucking, as if trying to swallow him whole.
Qin Tian gasped, stimulated by the tight, warm embrace. He lowered his head, biting her earlobe, and panted, "You little slut, why is this cunt still so tight? Even pregnant, you're still so grippy. Are you trying to drain your husband dry?" As he spoke, he began to slowly thrust, each stroke penetrating deeply and shallowly, drawing out streams of sticky, lustful fluid, making a "sizzling" sound.
Qin Wuhun was driven mad by his ministrations, her pregnant belly swaying slightly with his rhythm, milk spraying even more freely from her nipples.
She moaned intermittently, "Husband...so deep...you've pushed my baby all the way in...ah...harder, I want..." Her voice was seductive and alluring, her legs involuntarily wrapping around his waist, urging him to attack more fiercely.
Upon hearing this, a wicked smile flashed in Qin Tian's eyes.
He lifted her buttocks with both hands, raising her lower body, and thrust his penis in at an even more daring angle, penetrating her very core.
Qin Wuhun screamed, her vaginal opening contracting sharply, spurting out a stream of warm, lustful fluid that drenched Qin Tian's abdomen. She had orgasmed, her entire body limp on the couch, her eyes glazed, but a satisfied smile lingering on her lips.
"It's not over yet, you little slut," Qin Tian groaned, flipping her over so she was kneeling on the couch.
Her pregnant belly pressed gently against the brocade quilt, her buttocks raised high, her wet vagina fully exposed before him.
He patted her rounded buttocks, then thrust in again, penetrating her hard from behind. Qin Wuhun was thrown forward, her hands bracing against the couch, her pregnant belly swaying even more violently.
She turned to look at Qin Tian, her voice seductive, "Husband...it's so deep...the baby's getting all worked up...ah...it feels so good..." Her voice was tinged with sobs, yet also overflowing with boundless pleasure.
Qin Tian's blood boiled at her words. He grabbed her large breasts and kneaded them forcefully, squeezing out milk that spurted out, some even splashing onto his face.
He panted heavily, "It's good that you're moving! The baby'll know how powerful his father is early, so he'll grow up to be a slut like you!" As he spoke, he increased the frequency of his thrusts, each stroke making Qin Wuhun's buttocks tremble wildly, her juices spraying everywhere.
The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly passionate, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, Qin Wuhun's moans, and the dripping of her juices blending together.
Qin Wuhun's orgasms came one after another, her vagina spasming and clenching Qin Tian, gushing out wave after wave of juices.
She nearly fainted, yet she still twisted her waist to meet him, incoherently crying out, "Husband... shoot inside... add some more of your essence to the child... I want it..."
Qin Tian was completely ignited by her wanton appearance. With a low growl, his penis swelled even larger.
He pressed down hard on her buttocks, and after a few final, fierce thrusts, a gush of hot semen erupted, filling her honeyed orifice.
Qin Wuhun screamed as she reached another climax. Her pregnant belly convulsed slightly, and milk and vaginal fluid gushed out uncontrollably. She collapsed onto the couch, panting heavily.
Qin Tian withdrew his penis, watching with satisfaction as the white, cloudy semen slowly flowed from her honeyed orifice, mixing with her vaginal fluid and dripping onto the couch.
Qin Wuhun was immersed in the afterglow of her climax, limp on the soft couch, her delicate body trembling slightly. The mixture of white, cloudy semen and vaginal fluid slowly flowed from her honeyed orifice, running down her long, slender thighs.
Her swollen pregnant belly rose and fell gently, her large breasts pressing against the brocade quilt, milk soaking a large patch of fabric and exuding a rich, sweet scent.
Looking at her utterly conquered state, Qin Tian's lust only intensified.
He chuckled, leaning close to her ear, his voice husky and domineering: "Little slut, you think this is over? Your husband isn't done playing yet."
With that, he gripped Qin Wuhun's waist, pulling her back onto the couch. Her rounded buttocks were raised high, and a glimpse of her tight anus was visible between her buttocks, slightly moist from their previous intense intercourse, tinged with an alluring pink.
Qin Wuhun was startled by the movement, her pregnant belly pressing against the couch, causing her upper body to arch slightly.
She turned to look at Qin Tian, her eyes glazed, panting, "Husband...do you want more? My little hole is so full you can't close it anymore..." Her voice held a hint of shyness, yet also a trace of anticipation.
Qin Tian patted her firm, round buttocks, watching the white, tender flesh tremble, and whispered, "Your little hole is full, but your backside hasn't tasted your husband's flavor yet."
As he spoke, he dipped his finger in the lustful fluid flowing from her vagina and smeared it on her tightly closed anus, gently rubbing it.
Qin Wuhun contracted from the cool touch, her anus involuntarily tightening, and she gasped, "Husband... not there... too shameful..." Though her words carried resistance, her writhing hips seemed to be a seduction, revealing her wanton nature.
"What's there to be ashamed of?" Qin Tian grinned wickedly, slowly probing her tight anus with his finger. Even after only one knuckle, he felt the astonishing suction and heat inside. "You've been fucked so many times by me, why pretend to be innocent?" he said, adding another finger, slowly widening her anus, causing a slight tremor.
Qin Wuhun bit her lip, the brocade quilt beneath her crumpled in her grip. The unfamiliar sensation of a foreign object invading her rear filled her with both shame and excitement.
She moaned softly, "Husband... slower..." But before she could finish, her hips involuntarily arched back slightly to meet his thrusts.
Seeing her contradictory expression, Qin Tian's throat tightened. He withdrew his fingers and grasped his still-erect penis, its tip still wet from his previous ejaculation.
He aimed at her slightly parted anus, lubricated by the semen, and with a thrust of his hips, slowly pushed in.
"Ah!" Qin Wuhun screamed, her entire body lunging forward.
The thick penis forcefully stretched open her tight anus, the burning, throbbing pain mixed with a strange pleasure, bringing a tear to her eye.
She turned back, panting, and said in a seductive voice, "Husband...it's so big...my asshole is going to be stretched to pieces..."
Qin Tian, sweat beading on his forehead from the extreme tightness, growled, "It won't break, you little slut. This asshole is even more greedy than your front. See how it holds on so tightly." He held her buttocks with both hands, stabilizing her body, and began to slowly thrust.
Each thrust produced a soft "plop" sound, and a mixture of vaginal fluid and sweat dripped down, staining her swollen pregnant belly.
Qin Wuhun gradually adapted to the invasion from behind, the pain replaced by pleasure. She began to moan softly, "Husband...it feels so good...it feels so good to be fucked in the back...ah..."
"Husband...harder...my asshole is going to be fucked through..." Qin Wuhun completely let go, her buttocks actively thrusting back, welcoming his thrusts.
The tender flesh of her anus tightly gripped Qin Tian's massive member, spasming and sucking as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of his essence.
Qin Tian, aroused by her wanton state, his eyes reddened. He let out a low growl, his hands gripping her waist tightly. After a few final, fierce thrusts, a gush of hot semen erupted, filling her anus.
Qin Wuhun screamed as she reached her climax. Her vagina and anus simultaneously gushed forth fluids uncontrollably. She collapsed onto the bed, her pregnant belly heaving violently, milk streaming down her body.
Qin Tian, panting heavily, withdrew his penis, watching her stretched-open anus slowly close, the white, cloudy semen mixed with vaginal fluid overflowing and dripping down her buttocks.
He pulled Qin Wuhun back into his arms. She nestled softly in his embrace, her alluring eyes half-open, panting, "Husband, you're so naughty... You've swollen my asshole... But I love it..." She stroked her pregnant belly with one hand, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. The springtime ambiance in the attic hadn't yet faded; Qin Tian and Qin Wuhun remained entangled on the soft couch.
Just then, the beaded curtain was gently parted, and a slender figure entered.
It was Qin Wuhun's younger sister, Qin Wuming.
Like her sister, Qin Wuming possessed an ethereal beauty, with delicate features, flawless skin, and clear almond-shaped eyes that held a hint of allure.
Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, the ends slightly curled, outlining her slender waist.
Her breasts were equally large and full, even surpassing her sister's, so erect they seemed about to burst through her extremely revealing dress.
She wore a semi-transparent red gauze dress, the hem so short it barely covered her hips. Only two thin panels of gauze crossed over her chest, revealing a deep cleavage and half of her snow-white breast, the nipple faintly visible, tinged with a pale pink. A few silver bells adorned the hem of her gauze skirt, jingling as she moved. The allure of her private area was faintly visible between her legs, which were encased in black stockings, adding to her seductive and wanton appearance.
As soon as Qin Wuming entered the room, her gaze fell upon the two entangled figures on the soft couch.
She saw her sister, Qin Wuhun, her large pregnant belly covering her body with milk and vaginal fluids, sprawled on the couch. She also saw Qin Tian's thick, erect penis just withdrawn from her sister's anus, semen slowly dripping down.
She frowned slightly, her tone tinged with reproach, "Husband, really! My sister's so heavily pregnant, and you still don't take care of her, leaving her like this..."
Qin Wuhun, hearing this, lazily propped herself up, her alluring eyes half-open, a gentle smile playing on her lips, and said with a playful laugh, "Sister, don't worry about me. My husband dotes on me more than anything. It's just that my body has become too greedy since I got pregnant. If my husband doesn't satisfy me, I'll throw a tantrum. But you, coming is just in time. You can help your sister, so he doesn't feel uncomfortable."
Qin Wuming's pretty face flushed instantly upon hearing this.
Although she and her sister had already been thoroughly "trained" by Qin Tian and married him together several years ago, sharing a husband was nothing new, having her feelings exposed in front of her sister still made her ears burn with embarrassment.
She pouted, "What are you saying, sister? I... I'm just worried about the baby in your belly..." But despite her words, her body involuntarily moved closer to Qin Tian, her eyes drifting to his still-erect member, her Adam's apple bobbing, revealing a hint of desire.
Qin Tian looked at the two sisters and chuckled, "Wuming, stop pretending. Your sister has spoken, so hurry up and serve your husband!"
He reached out and pulled Qin Wuming in front of him.
She cried out softly and fell into his arms, her red gauze skirt lifted, revealing her fair buttocks and long legs encased in black stockings.
Qin Wuming half-heartedly knelt down, her cheek pressed against Qin Tian's crotch, the penis still carrying the wetness and sweet, fishy scent of her sister's semen.
She parted her red lips slightly and tentatively licked the tip, tasting its intense flavor, her eyes growing even more hazy. She whispered, "For my sister, I only..."
Before she finished speaking, she opened her small mouth and took the thick, hard penis inside, her tongue skillfully circling the tip, making wet, "tsk tsk" sounds.
Qin Tian groaned softly at her skilled oral sex, pressing her head down and thrusting his hips slightly, enjoying the warmth of her mouth.
Qin Wuming's red gauze dress was further disheveled, the thin fabric slipping down to reveal her large breasts, which swayed up and down with her movements, utterly lewd.
A moment later, Qin Tian's throat tightened, and he abruptly picked up Qin Wuming, throwing her onto the soft couch.
She cried out softly, her legs parted, revealing her naked, already soaking wet, private area beneath the red gauze dress.
Qin Tian leaned down, his penis aimed at her dripping, wet opening, and thrust in hard.
"Ah... Husband!" Qin Wuming screamed, gripping the edge of the bed with both hands. The intense pleasure of her stretched-open vagina made her momentarily lose her senses.
Her tight, tender flesh gripped Qin Tian's massive member, making a "sizzling" sound with each thrust.
Her head was thrown back, her red gauze dress completely lifted, her breasts bouncing and exposed to the air, her wantonness fully revealed.
Qin Wuhun knelt beside the bed, one hand gently stroking her pregnant belly, milk dripping down, but her gaze was fixed on her younger sister.
She smiled seductively and said, "Look at you, sister, so slutty. You're even more wanton than me. When your husband fucks you, your little hole is so tight. Have you been wanting to be fucked for a while?"
She paused, then looked at Qin Tian, and said reproachfully, "Husband, you're so biased. Her body isn't carrying your child yet. You'd better work harder, so our child won't be without a companion in the future."
Qin Tian chuckled, amused by her words, and his thrusts became even more vigorous, each one eliciting cries of pleasure from Qin Wuming.
He panted, "Don't worry, my lady, tonight I'll get your sister pregnant too, so you two sisters can both carry my child, ensuring the Qin family line continues!" With that, he cupped Qin Wuming's buttocks, hoisting her legs onto his shoulders, and thrust his penis deeper into her.
Qin Wuming was completely overwhelmed by his advances, her body trembling violently beneath her red gauze dress, gushing out wave after wave of vaginal fluid. She moaned intermittently, "Husband...it's too deep...you're going to kill me...ah...shoot inside, give me your child...I want to have your child too...ah..." Her voice was tinged with sobs, yet also overflowing with boundless pleasure.
Qin Wuhun watched with envious eyes, her fingers involuntarily sliding towards her wet, moist vulva, kneading it as she panted, "Husband, hurry and ejaculate into her, let's have your children together..."
Qin Tian, completely ignited by the sisters' lewd behavior, let out a low growl, his penis swelling several sizes. After a few final, fierce thrusts, a gush of hot semen spurted out, filling Qin Wuming's vulva.
She screamed as she reached her climax, her vulva spasming and sucking, her vaginal fluids mixing with her semen as it flowed out, her whole body collapsing limply on the bed.
Qin Tian, panting heavily, withdrew his penis, watching with satisfaction as Qin Wuming's stretched vulva slowly closed, white fluid overflowing.
He pulled the two sisters into his arms, chuckling softly, "You two little sluts, are you satisfied now?"
Qin Wuhun and Qin Wuming exchanged a smile, nestling softly in his embrace, and said in unison, "Husband, satisfying us won't be so easy."
Qin Wuming gave a seductive laugh, bent down, and took the penis that had just ejaculated inside her into her mouth, savoring it.
Qin Wuhun also lay on top of Qin Tian, kissing his lips and chest.
The three began a new round of passionate lovemaking.
Qin Tian didn't know how many times he had ejaculated, or even what he was doing. The two sisters' wanton, mature bodies were like a cage, and he was trapped in a cage called lust.
Three days later.
Early morning, in the attic, sunlight filtered through the beaded curtains onto the soft couch, creating a scene of erotic beauty.
Qin Tian, Qin Wuhun, and Qin Wuming lay naked on the bed, the quilt draped haphazardly over them, the air still thick with the lingering scent of their revelry.
The three had engaged in three days of frenzied sex. The bed was covered in dried semen and vaginal fluids, even a few drops of undried liquid remained on the floor.
Torn clothes, spilled urine, dripping semen, and still-smelling semen filled the room.
Every corner bore the marks left by the three.
Qin Tian awoke first, opening his eyes to feel the warm touch on his chest.
Qin Wuhun lay on top of him, her long, black hair cascading over his shoulders, her exquisitely beautiful face radiating a languid satisfaction.
Her eight-month pregnant belly pressed gently against Qin Tian's abdomen, the warm touch a blend of maternal tenderness and the lingering afterglow of passion.
Her purple gauze robes were already torn to shreds, with only a few thin pieces hanging around her waist. Her large, pregnant breasts pressed against Qin Tian's chest, traces of dried milk still clinging to her nipples.
She opened her eyes, looking at Qin Tian with a seductive smile, and whispered, "My husband is so amazing, you've exhausted me..."
Qin Tian chuckled, tightened his embrace around her waist, and kissed her lips, his tongue lightly tracing their sweet aftertaste.
He whispered, "You little slut, you've gotten even more wanton since you got pregnant. You've been asking for more these past few days."
His hand gently stroked her swollen belly, feeling its slight trembling, a doting smile playing on his lips.
Beside him, Qin Wuming was still asleep. She had endured even more pleasure than her sister and was now fast asleep, curled up beside Qin Tian, her appearance disheveled yet possessing a certain erotic beauty. Her red gauze dress was torn to shreds, leaving only a few tattered pieces hanging on her body, revealing her fair and delicate skin.
Her long neck was covered with purplish-red hickeys, some even bearing faint teeth marks, testifying to Qin Tian's frenzy the previous night.
Her large, full breasts were exposed, the nipples swollen and red, clearly from being kneaded and sucked too many times, with a few drops of dried semen still clinging to the flesh.
Her legs were slightly parted, her vulva swollen and red, the tender flesh turned outwards, surrounded by a murky mixture of undried semen and vaginal fluid, which trickled down her inner thighs, leaving a damp stain on the bed.
Several red handprints were on her upturned buttocks, clearly left by Qin Tian in the heat of the moment.
Just then, Qin Wuming let out an unconscious moan, her eyes closed, and twisted her body in her sleep.
Her brow furrowed slightly, seemingly still aching from the intense lovemaking of the previous night.
She let out a soft moan, turned over, and settled into a more comfortable position beside Qin Tian, draping her long legs over his thighs, before falling into a deep sleep. Her fairy-like face bore a hint of weariness, yet also a seductive allure born of satisfaction, a faint smile even playing at the corners of her lips.
Qin Tian and Qin Wuhun exchanged a glance, and seeing their sister like this, they couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Qin Wuhun propped herself up, her pregnant belly swaying slightly, and a drop of milk seeped from her nipple. She chuckled, "Husband, look at your sister's slutty state! You've worn me out these past few days, and now she's sleeping like a log."
Qin Tian reached out and gently pinched her breast, squeezing out a stream of milk. He chuckled softly, "It's all because you two sisters are too greedy, taking turns serving me. I almost couldn't handle it. That little slut Wuming, she kept saying she couldn't take it, but her ass was sticking up so high, insisting I do more." "Several times."
Qin Wuhun smiled slyly and said, "Doesn't my husband like it?"
Then she continued, "Doesn't my husband like us sisters—those slutty, wanton, and mature women with big breasts?"
Qin Tian turned to look at Qin Wuhun's beautiful face, now filled with a seductive charm, and said softly, "So you've transformed yourself like this to keep me?"
"Husband... what are you saying? I don't understand. Aren't we all trained by you? My sister and I..."
"After my sister married you, you made us sisters do all sorts of shameful things every day."
Qin Wuhun's eyes darted away, avoiding Qin Tian's gaze. She grasped his penis with her delicate hand and began to stroke it, rubbing her pregnant, alluring body against Qin Tian's. She continued, "Husband, I want it again… Let's not think so much… okay…"
Qin Tian stopped Qin Wuhun's actions. He held her small hand and said, "I don't know if you're Qin Wuhun or Yi Zu, but I will always love you as a person, not a lewd body."
"You understand that I like women like this. You've transformed yourself like this, and even brought Qin Wuming into this. Did you think that if you were alone for too long, I would get tired of you, so you added Qin Wuming?"
Qin Wuhun lowered her head, silent, but Qin Tian could feel the dampness on his chest; she was crying…
"When did you find out?"
After a long while, Qin Wuhun finally asked.
"I woke up the moment you came in," Qin Tian gently stroked the head of the woman in his arms.
"Then why did you choose to continue? Since you've already chosen to continue, why bring it up now? Isn't it good that we're like this? I'll continue to become more seductive, more wanton. I'll bear your child, making the child your woman too. Then I'll get our daughter pregnant, and it will continue. You'll always have women of all ages and all kinds serving you."
Qin Wuhun bit her lip, her nails digging into Qin Tian's palm. Her voice was choked with sobs. "If you're still not satisfied, I can even get Qin Mingfei, Qin Wuyan, and Qin Wumeng, mother and daughter, to come and serve you. Whatever woman you want, I can give you!"
"Don't think so much. Isn't this kind of happiness enough?"
Qin Wuhun said a lot at once. Qin Tian didn't interrupt her. Only when she stopped speaking did he say, "No matter how beautiful or real a dream is, it's still a dream. And every dream has an end."
Qin Wuhun: "..."
Qin Tian: "Wuhun, you know we can't live happily like this forever..."
"We can escape! Escape into the realm of cause and effect. I will create a space within cause and effect, where we can live forever. Darkness, responsibility—none of that will concern us anymore!!"
She had longed for him for billions of years, lost her lover, her husband for billions of years. For all these years, she had single-handedly borne the karma of the entire Qin clan, leading them through their most difficult period and sustaining them to this day.
She was tired...
Now that her lover was back by her side, her billions of years of longing could no longer be contained; she didn't want to lose him again.
Qin Tian watched Qin Wuhun gradually overcome her sobs, his heart aching, but he knew they couldn't escape.
"Sister Wuhun, you've had a tough time all these years. Let's go back."
Qin Wuhun was never an unreasonable or illogical woman. She knew everything, and she understood.
"I...I hate you!"
After Qin Wuhun finished speaking, the entire world began to collapse. Qin Wuming and the entire pavilion vanished into nothingness, leaving only a blank space, except for Qin Tian and a woman bound by countless threads.
The woman wore white, her hair flowing over her shoulders. Her beauty was breathtaking, captivating, with a high bust, a flat stomach, and an elegant demeanor that made her almost unreal.
She lowered her eyes, as if afraid to look at the man before her, and said, "I'll wait for you to return..."
As soon as she finished speaking, cracks appeared in the void, and she was sliced into pieces by the threads binding her.
Qin Tian stood quietly. He knew Qin Wuhun carried too much karma; she had likely paid a heavy price for this moment.
Sigh...
With a sigh, the world shifted again. He was still in a room, but this time, Qin Wuhun lay beside him, still unconscious.
Qin Wuhun wasn't heavily pregnant at the moment; she was tall and slender, gentle and refined. While possessing the allure of a mature woman, she still retained a youthful beauty.
Qin Tian looked around the room; a disheveled wedding dress lay quietly on the floor.
Qin Tian knew he had returned, waking from one dream and entering another.
He glanced at Qin Wuhun beside him, kissed her forehead, then dressed and went outside.
"It's time to begin."
Qin Tian raised his hand, creating a dark spatial rift in his palm, resembling a gigantic maw that swallowed the surrounding light.
He stepped into it, his figure vanishing instantly.
The next moment, he found himself in a silent, starless place deep within the universe.
Here, there was no sun, moon, or stars, only endless darkness and deathly silence.
However, in this void, silently anchored a colossal object—the ancient ship of the Ten Directions World.
This ancient ship is one of the Qin clan's treasures, having weathered an ancient and turbulent era, including the war between gods and demons.
The warship's surface seemed to contain an entire world: the sun and moon suspended in mid-air, mountains and rivers rising and falling, buildings and palaces standing tall, and birds and beasts flitting about.
The ancient ship had unfolded a world within itself, but the invisible pressure it exuded had already slightly distorted the surrounding space, showing signs of collapse.
If all ten worlds were fully opened, it would be enough to shatter the heavens and obscure the sky, shaking all realms.
Qin Tian's figure flashed, directly stepping into the ancient ship's interior, passing through numerous hatches, and arriving at the energy core deep within the ship's hull.
This space was incredibly vast, its walls shimmering with a ghostly blue light, and the air filled with faint fluctuations of spiritual energy.
At the center of the core stood a high platform, upon which floated a huge sphere. Mysterious runes flowed across the sphere's surface, and several thick pipes connected to it from all directions, as if some kind of power resided within the pipes.
At the bottom of the sphere was an entrance, from which a faint light emanated.
Qin Tian stepped inside the sphere.
In the center of the sphere sat a naked woman.
She was none other than Wu Hongdie, who had been missing for some time.
Wu Hongdie was completely naked, her skin as white as mutton-fat jade, coated with a faint, luminous sheen.
Her figure was alluring, her curves captivating. Her large breasts were high and firm, the nipples as red as cherries, trembling slightly with a seductive charm.
Her waist was slender enough to be encircled by a single hand, yet possessed a supple resilience.
Her delicate petals gleamed alluringly in the dim light.
Her back was covered with tiny tubes, which writhed slightly like living organisms, merging with the sphere, as if drawing power from her, or perhaps infusing some kind of energy into her being.
Wu Hongdie's eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, a hint of pain hidden between her brows.
Hearing footsteps, she slowly opened her eyes, her alluring eyes shimmering like autumn water, a hint of resentment lurking deep within her pupils.
She looked at Qin Tian and softly called out, "Master."
Her voice was soft and seductive, seemingly capable of stealing one's soul.
Qin Tian stepped forward, his gaze lingering on her for a moment, and whispered, "How are you feeling?"
Wu Hongdie shifted slightly, the tiny wires trembling gently.
She looked up, a hint of weakness on her bewitching face, her red lips parting slightly: "This servant feels her connection with the Ten Directions World Ancient Ship growing stronger, and now I have sixty percent of the power over one of those worlds."
Qin Tian nodded. He was gradually transferring control of the Ten Directions World Ancient Ship to Wu Hongdie, because in the future, the Ten Directions World Ancient Ship would be under Wu Hongdie's command, and also the headquarters of Di Ting. He couldn't change this future, otherwise he might lose a powerful ally.
He didn't know how terrifying the future chaos and turmoil would be; he could only pave the way for his future self as best he could.
He believed that in this life, he was destined to fail.
If he succeeded in this life, there would be no Qin Tian, and he would only be known as Qin Wudao.
Wu Hongdie sat up straight, her large breasts swaying slightly, the nipples tracing an alluring arc in the air. She breathed heavily, her voice trembling slightly: "Master, are you going to abandon me?"
She could see into people's hearts and discern right from wrong; she naturally understood Qin Tian's worries and thoughts.
Her eyes were slightly red. She was originally a prostitute auctioned off in a brothel, as lowly as dust. Qin Tian bought her, took her in, and gave her her current status.
Her feelings for Qin Tian had transcended the boundaries of sex slave and master; it was a deep-seated dependence and infatuation.
She had a vague premonition that this might be her last meeting with Qin Tian.
Qin Tian smiled faintly upon hearing this, gently stroking her cheek. His voice was gentle yet carried an undeniable firmness: "I won't abandon you. Once you have complete control of the Ten Directions World Ancient Ship, I will come for you."
Wu Hongdie felt a warmth in her heart, and hope ignited within her like a flame.
Qin Tian wasn't lying.
She bit her lower lip, looking at Qin Tian with seductive eyes. Slowly, she parted her red lips, extending her soft tongue, and murmured, "Then let this servant... serve Master one more time with my mouth."
She licked her moist red lips and slowly bent down.
Because of her complete connection with the energy core of the Ten Directions World Ancient Ship, the tiny wires embedded in her back restricted her movements.
Unable to rise, she could only move her knees with difficulty, kneeling before Qin Tian.
Her large breasts swayed slightly with her movements, the nipples tracing alluring curves in the air, her snow-white skin glowing even more alluringly in the deep blue light.
Qin Tian stood rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on her, neither speaking nor uttering a word, simply waiting quietly for her "service."
This was also a final farewell.
Wu Hongdie raised her slender, jade-like hands and gently untied Qin Tian's belt. The movements were slow, yet exuded a captivating charm.
She lowered her head, her delicate face almost touching Qin Tian's lower body. Her warm breath, visible through his underwear, carried a tempting dampness.
She extended her soft, small tongue, first lightly licking the corner of her lips, then deftly probing, slowly sliding along Qin Tian's sensitive areas.
Her tongue was like a nimble little snake, gently yet precisely teasing, each touch perfectly timed, neither hasty nor hesitant.
"Master…" she murmured softly, her voice trembling slightly—a mixture of longing and passion.
Her red lips parted, gradually taking Qin Tian's burning heat into her mouth.
Her mouth was warm and moist, her tongue swirling skillfully, first tracing the tip, gently sucking a few times, then sliding down the edges, tracing every inch with the tip of her tongue.
Although her movements were stiff and somewhat labored due to the constricting wires, her focus and dedication remained undiminished.
Wu Hongdie's technique was flawless. Sometimes she would swallow deeply, completely taking Qin Tian in, her Adam's apple contracting slightly, creating a tight, enveloping sensation; other times she would withdraw slightly, teasing the tip with her lips and tongue, making soft smacking sounds.
Her large breasts pressed against Qin Tian's calves, their soft touch rubbing against him almost imperceptibly with each steady breath.
Unable to use her hands, she could only rely on her oral skills to arouse Qin Tian's desire time and time again.
Qin Tian's breathing suddenly became heavy, but he remained motionless, leaving everything to her, only gazing down at Wu Hongdie.
Her alluring face was filled with seriousness and infatuation. A glistening liquid clung to the corner of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her snow-white breasts, creating a lascivious and alluring scene.
Wu Hongdie noticed Qin Tian's change, a glint of triumph flashing in her eyes.
She quickened her pace, her tongue swirling more vigorously, low moans emanating from its tip, as if she were using all her strength to please him.
Her eyes were half-closed, glistening with tears, yet carrying a hint of wry smile. Finally, in the throes of her deep throat, Qin Tian began again, letting out a low growl, a gush of hot fluid shooting into her mouth.
Wu Hongdie did not withdraw, but gently wriggled, swallowing the burning heat completely.
She licked her lips, looked up at Qin Tian, her eyes filled with tenderness and longing.
Her voice was hoarse yet gentle: "Master, I'll wait for you to come and get me..."
Qin Tian looked down at her, silent for a moment, then gently stroked her head and said, "Wait for me."
With that, he turned and walked towards the exit of the sphere without looking back.
Wu Hongdie knelt on the spot, watching Qin Tian's receding figure, tears finally streaming down her face, yet tinged with a smile.
She whispered to herself, her voice barely audible: "This servant will wait for you... Master."
Her gaze lingered on Qin Tian's retreating figure until he completely disappeared into the eerie blue light.
Silence returned to the sphere, broken only by the faint rustling of the wires and her weak breathing, echoing in the empty space.
Qin Tian returned to the Qin clan and went first to his grandfather's cave.
Only one night had passed, yet Qin Yuanshou's appearance was drastically different from his appearance at the wedding banquet that day.
He had reached the end of his life.
"Wudao... I won't say anymore... You don't need to come... cough cough... to see me..." Qin Yuanshou's voice was incredibly weak, but there was no trace of the fear or impending death he was facing.
He had no regrets having seen his grandson married.
Qin Tian knelt before Qin Yuanshou, performing a deep bow, his forehead touching the ground. "Grandpa, I..." he said.
"Wudao, Grandpa wants to go for a walk. Will you keep me company?" Qin Yuanshou interrupted Qin Tian before he could finish speaking.
He stood up, holding the only still-burning oil lamp, and walked to Qin Tian, handing it to him.
"Hold this for Grandpa. I'm practically stinking in this cave all day."
Qin Yuanshou patted Qin Tian's shoulder and led the way out of the cave.
Qin Tian had no choice but to follow.
The two walked along a quiet path.
Qin Yuanshou walked ahead, Qin Tian followed behind, and they walked step by step towards the distant void.
Qin Tian felt a strange fear. Given his personality and composure, he shouldn't have felt this way. After all, everything here was an illusion, merely a dream of an ancestor. He only needed to return to this era that didn't belong to him to change the Qin clan's predicament.
Even if he died here, it wouldn't matter. He would simply return to reality; he had no reason to be afraid.
Yet, he was afraid. He had never been afraid when facing the protagonist of destiny, nor when facing the dark beings.
He didn't know why he felt fear now, following behind this dying old man.
Was he afraid of losing this identity?
Was he afraid of losing Qin Wudao's identity, losing Qin Wuhun, Qin Wuming, Qin Mingfei, Qin Wuyan, Qin Wumeng?
Or was he afraid of losing the old man before him?
He had always been by Gong Xiaoyue's side since childhood; his life had never lacked maternal love, perhaps even been excessive.
But he had never experienced the love of his grandfather and father.
In his past life, he was orphaned at a young age and raised by his aunt.
After transmigrating, Gong Xiaoyue and Qin Huangtian broke off their relationship, and he was taken away by Gong Xiaoyue, growing up in an environment of excessive pampering.
Now, Qin Yuanshou has made up for all of that.
His sacrifices, his expectations, his familial love.
This frightened Qin Tian. He feared waking from a dream, feared that when the other person realized he wasn't Qin Wudao, their eyes would turn back with anger and sorrow, no longer filled with affection.
He feared losing, because he already possessed it.
"Grandpa..." Qin Tian's heart ached as he watched Qin Yuanshou walk away, as if the other person was growing further and further away from him, and he spoke softly.
Qin Yuanshou paused, turned around, and smiled, his eyes still filled with the same doting affection, gently ruffling Qin Tian's hair.
"Don't overthink it."
Qin Tian stared blankly at Qin Yuanshou, then smiled knowingly. He stopped wondering if the other truly knew the answer and the truth, and how he would react if he did.
Since he had called him Grandpa, then he was Qin Tian's Grandpa.
Whether in this dream world or back in reality.
That would never change.
He called him Qin Tian, and he was also Qin Wudao.
Qin Yuanshou was also his Grandpa.
The grandfather and grandson walked to the end of the path, where there was a withered tree. Beneath the tree was a tombstone. Qin Yuanshou walked to the tombstone, sat down, leaned against the cold surface, and stared ahead.
Qin Tian walked to the withered tree and looked down. The inscription on the tombstone read: "Tomb of Qin Yuanshou's wife, Qin Yuanyue."
When Qin Tian looked up, he realized that in front of the withered tree were rows of tombstones and grave mounds.
Tomb of Qin Yuanming.
Tomb of Qin Yuanhao. The Tomb of Qin Minghong.
The Tomb of Qin Minggu.
The Tomb of Qin Mingzhang.
...
The number was so great that it seemed endless.
Qin Yuanshou leaned against the tombstones behind him. He didn't look at the names on the tombstones, because he knew the owners of these tombstones all too well.
"Wudao, come here."
Qin Tian walked to his side and sat down beside him, still holding the oil lamp in his hands.
"Hehe, Yue'er, I've brought our grandson to see you, and everyone else… Before, this kid was disappointing, I was too ashamed to bring him to see you. You entrusted him to me, but I didn't raise him well. Now that he's in the underworld, I don't know how I'll face you."
"But this kid has turned things around, he's even married, so I brought him here to show you. This is a descendant of my First Peak, my lineage is not yet extinct!"
Qin Yuanshou chuckled to himself, as if he were truly chatting with these cold tombstones.
"These are all from the First Peak. The Qin Clan, one peak, one lineage. Now, only you remain from our lineage."
"The third one over there is your second grandfather. He died in the God-Demon War, pierced through the chest by a demon's claw."
"Fifth row, sixth one, that's your third uncle. He died in retaliation from an enemy force, killed in a sneak attack."
"Thirteenth row, first one, that's your third uncle's son, also your elder brother. In avenging his father, he fought ten men alone, dying in self-destruction."
"Over there is your fourth grandfather. He had no children and treated you like his own grandson from childhood. After the God-Demon War, he was severely injured and died at home. If he were still alive, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to teach you a lesson. One hit and that old bastard would fight me to the death, hahaha."
"Over there is your fourth aunt. She even held you when you were little..."
Qin Yuanshou pointed to the tombstones in front of him, speaking to each one as if introducing them to Qin Tian, and also as if introducing Qin Tian to them.
"Over there are your father and mother…" Qin Yuanshou's finger lingered on a tombstone for a moment, his eyes filled with sorrow.
"They died in the Dark Turmoil."
Qin Tian was somewhat surprised. Had there been a turmoil in the Darkness before this?
Qin Yuanshou: "The Endless Sea of White Bones, the Bridge of Nine Deaths and Rebirth, the Hall of Flesh and Blood, the Coffin of Sinful Corpses—we know far more than you can imagine. These things began to slowly form after the War of Gods and Demons ended, and it's irreversible."
"They absorb the death of this world, forming a breeding ground for darkness and dark creatures."
"There was a riot before. The Hall of Flesh and Blood failed to suppress it. In the Wood Immortal Realm, the Myriad Spirits Vast Sect sacrificed seventy-six Immortal Venerables and almost seventy percent of its disciples to barely contain those things."
"And your parents led people to provide support, and they also died in the Wood Immortal Realm."
After saying this, Qin Yuanshou fell into a brief silence. He didn't seem sad; rather, he seemed somewhat relieved.
"This is your grandmother." He reached out and stroked the tombstone behind him, continuing, "Just like you and that girl Wuhun, your grandmother and I were from the same clan. She was incredibly beautiful back then, and all those guys were so envious when I won her over."
Speaking of this, Qin Yuanshou began to show a hint of pride.
It was clear that he had indeed enjoyed great success back then.
Qin Tian could understand that feeling. After he married Qin Wuhun, the envious and jealous looks from his clan were certainly quite satisfying.
However, at that moment, a massive bronze bell atop the Qin clan's main hall began to resound with a deafening roar.
The bell's sound was mournful and oppressive, yet its true grandeur resounded throughout the entire Qin clan and the entire Golden Immortal Realm.
This was a death knell…
The bell tolled continuously, once, once, once…
Not every disciple's death was accompanied by a death knell. Even core disciples didn't have this privilege, and even personally instructed disciples wouldn't receive a funeral bell.
Only those who have rendered great service to the entire sect are entitled to the Qin clan's bell toll, protecting them on their journey to the underworld.
As the ninth toll echoed, Qin Tian's body trembled violently.
"The bell tolls..." Qin Tian murmured, his body shaking.
The tolling bell echoed continuously throughout the heavens and earth, across the ten peaks of the Qin clan. One toll after another, and by the nineteenth, Qin Tian knew for whom the bell tolled.
"Grandpa..." Qin Tian's eyes welled up with tears as he looked at Qin Yuanshou, who remained seated beside him, gazing at the tombstones before them.
The tolling bell above continued to reverberate, having already tolled twenty-nine times. With each toll, a cyan halo appeared on the first peak. At this moment, twenty-nine such halos filled the void above the mountain.
"Don't cry." Just as Qin Tian's tears fell from his cheeks and dripped onto the ground... A weary voice slowly escaped Qin Yuanshou's lips.
In the blink of an eye, Qin Yuanshou appeared much older, as if his entire being was decaying, his body even beginning to fade, turning into specks of light and dissipating.
Qin Tian quickly looked at the oil lamp in his palm; the oil had run out, the lamp was extinguished… its light was faint, as if a gust of wind would put it out.
A huge coffin sat to the side, carved with many auspicious beasts. The coffin seemed ordinary at first glance, but upon closer inspection, one could discern its extraordinary nature.
"Wudao, don't cry… You've grown up. Grandpa can no longer accompany you. From now on, you must walk your own path… Before that, Grandpa has one last thing to give you," Qin Yuanshou said hoarsely, his eyes filled with doting affection as he looked at Qin Tian.
He reached out and grasped at the air with his bare hand.
A massive coffin appeared to the side, carved with numerous auspicious beasts. While seemingly ordinary, closer inspection revealed its extraordinary nature.
The coffin was cast entirely in bronze. Qin Tian's pupils dilated upon seeing it; this wasn't the first time he'd seen such a coffin.
Below the ancestral abyss of the future Qin clan, there were 165 coffins identical to this one.
The funeral bells outside had tolled sixty-nine times. After ninety-nine tolls, the soul would finally dissipate, returning to heaven and earth with the ninety-nine halos formed by the bell's sound, entering the underworld…
"With this coffin, even if a cataclysmic calamity rages, you… can survive!"
After uttering these few words, Qin Yuanshou was barely breathing.
He gazed at Qin Tian with tenderness, his eyes filled with reluctance, doting affection, and heartache… He feared that if he left, the child left behind would be bullied, lonely, and hurt; no one on First Peak would stand up for him anymore.
He couldn't bear to leave this child.
Qin Tian bit his lip, kneeling before Qin Yuanshou, tears streaming silently down his face.
"You child, you don't usually cry like this… Why are you crying so much today… A man… sheds blood, not tears…" Qin Yuanshou raised his right hand with difficulty. Qin Tian, tears still streaming down his face, stepped forward and approached Qin Yuanshou.
He let Qin Yuanshou's wrinkled hand stroke his head.
"You've grown up…"
"Grandpa..." Qin Tian looked up at Qin Yuanshou, whose body was shrouded in deathly aura and whose life force was waning. His heart was tearing apart, his body trembling. The feeling of his loved one's impending departure was unbearable.
He had never considered what he would do if his family died, because he had always been confident in his ability to protect them.
But now, his grandfather was about to die before his eyes.
His confidence was shattered. He knew he didn't have the strength to protect his family.
"Everyone dies eventually. After I die, bury me here. Let me stay here with your grandmother."
Qin Tian: "Grandpa, I...I actually...I'm not..."
Qin Tian wanted to reveal his true identity, but no matter how hard he tried, the words, "I'm not Qin Wudao, but Qin Tian," just wouldn't come out of his throat.
"Heh...Life and death aren't scary. The only thing I'm worried about...is you..." Qin Yuanshou stroked Qin Tian's head. He had little strength left, his eyes filled with kindness and an increasingly deep affection. "I should have gone to see your grandmother long ago, but I was worried about you, so I used the Primal Oil Lamp, which is why I delayed until now. I used up all the Primal Oil Lamps in the Qin Clan; I was too greedy…" Qin Yuanshou smiled, his hand on Qin Tian's head beginning to slip away.
"Grandpa…" Qin Tian grabbed Qin Yuanshou's hand.
"Your brothers and sisters are all gone. If I leave too, you'll have no family left in this world… You'll be the only one left in our lineage. I hope that in the future… you can be more sensible… and live well with Wuhun… The lineage depends on you…" Qin Yuanshou looked at Qin Tian, his eyes filled with even deeper kindness and reluctance. As he said, at this moment, his greatest worry in his life was the child before him.
Even immortals cannot achieve eternal life; how many people have exhausted their lives for these four words?
If only he hadn't been so severely injured while suppressing the darkness, perhaps he could have spent more time with his grandson.
But there are no ifs. The bells outside had now tolled their ninety-seventh time. Qin Yuanshou's body was almost transparent; even the hand Qin Tian held in his grasp was blurred. Only Qin Yuanshou's kind smile remained clearly visible.
His eyes, however, were gradually dimming. With the final ten tolls, they would lose all their luster, turning into countless specks of light and vanishing from the world.
Suddenly, Qin Yuanshou's dimming eyes narrowed, as if this blinking of his eyes had gathered his last breath. He stared blankly at Qin Tian.
In his eyes, behind Qin Tian, a figure slowly materialized—a figure completely different from Qin Tian, dressed in white, with long hair, seemingly a youth, yet imbued with endless vicissitudes.
It was… Qin Wudao!
Qin Wudao looked at his grandfather, tears streaming down his face, and slowly knelt down, his knees overlapping with Qin Tian's.
Qin Yuanshou smiled. He had long understood everything. As he shook his head, he slowly raised his right hand and placed it on Qin Tian's brow, or rather, on Qin Wudao's brow.
"Grandpa... I'm not Qin Wudao... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm not him... I... I don't even know if I'm him..."
Qin Tian, disregarding everything else, directly revealed his identity.
Regardless of whether Qin Wudao was his past life, he had indeed deceived the old man.
"I'm sorry... I am also a member of the Qin clan. You can rest assured, I... I will ensure the Qin clan continues to prosper... Even if you don't acknowledge me, you are still my grandfather, that will not change."
Qin Yuanshou looked at Qin Tian, then at Qin Wudao. After a long while, a kind smile appeared on his face, a smile tinged with appreciation and joy.
"Thank you. You, like Wudao, are my good grandsons. There's no need for apologies, because we are family." Qin Yuanshou spoke hoarsely, giving Qin Tian a deep look, his eyes filled with the same doting affection and tenderness, until he slowly closed his eyes, his body enveloped in endless white light.
Qin Tian's body jolted violently. The hand he was holding, Qin Yuanshou's, slipped from his grasp, and the last flame of the oil lamp went out.
"Grandpa!!" Qin Tian cried uncontrollably, watching Qin Yuanshou's body slowly disappear. At that moment, the ninety-ninth toll of the funeral bell echoed throughout the Qin clan!
The bell tolled across all ten peaks of the Qin clan. At that moment, a million cultivators on the ten peaks silently knelt before the First Peak. Everyone, even the Immortal Venerables, bowed towards the First Peak.
On the First Peak, cries rang out. All the disciples knelt before Qin Yuanshou's cave. Qin Yuanshou has fallen.
Qin Tian, clutching the burnt-out oil lamp, had experienced the highest joy and lowest sorrow of his life in a single day. Had it not been for his extraordinary willpower, he likely would have collapsed from the blow.
Qin Yuanshou's final words made Qin Tian realize that he had always understood he was not Qin Wudao.
Even at the very end, the words, "You are also my son," gave Qin Tian acceptance…
Qin Tian, holding the burnt-out oil lamp, slowly stood up. He didn't hysterically express his grief; true sorrow is silent.
He dug a pit by his bare hands beside his grandmother's grave, then felled trees to make a coffin. He placed the oil lamp inside, buried it, and erected a tombstone, engraving Qin Yuanshou's name.
Through all this, Qin Tian didn't utter a single word, nor did he shed another tear.
His grandfather didn't like seeing him cry, so he would never cry again.
Qin Tian knelt before Qin Yuanshou's tombstone, head bowed.
After an unknown amount of time, a woman approached and knelt beside him before Qin Yuanshou's tombstone.
"Grandpa, rest assured, the lineage will not end. I will ensure its continuation," Qin Wuhun said to the tombstone.
Qin Tian turned to look at her, only to see Qin Wuhun bow deeply before the tombstone after speaking.
"Sister Wuhun..." Qin Tian hesitated, unsure what to say.
"I am now your wife, and your grandfather is naturally my grandfather as well. Providing you with an heir is my duty," Qin Wuhun smiled gently and took his hand.
With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?
Qin Tian nodded, and the two knelt there for a long time...
Then, countless points of light rose, floating in the air, slowly surrounding the two. Within the light, countless figures appeared.
There was a kind-looking old man…
There was a contented old woman…
There was a gentle-looking woman…
There was a smiling man…
There was a happy young girl…
There was a serious young man…
At this moment, in this place, only two people knelt in the empty, silent cemetery.
But behind them stood three generations of the first line of the Qin clan…
They were not alone.