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The man in black remained silent, only slowly raising his black sword, the tip pointing at Ye Xuanxiao's brow.
With a single strike, Ye Xuanxiao's head was severed from his body.
The man in black gazed at the depths of the cave, then leaped down.
Unknown to the world, a shocking secret lay hidden beneath this cave.
Sealed beneath the cave was a palace.
This palace grew from chaos, not constructed of brick or stone, but woven from billions of writhing, scarlet strips of flesh.
The palace walls undulated like living things, their surface covered in sticky blood and unconsolidated fascia, occasionally cracking open to reveal throbbing organs and stark white bones.
The palace towered over ten thousand feet high, its dome piercing the void, like a coiled primordial beast, each breath causing the surrounding space to tremble.
A stench of blood, like rust, permeated the air outside the palace. Even the divine sense of a Celestial Venerable vanished without a trace. This place was neither heaven nor earth, but the deepest forbidden realm of the Wood Immortal Realm—a prison built of immortal blood and locked with the laws of the Dao.
Sixty-four chains of flesh and blood shot forth from the depths of the palace, each piercing the dantian of a Celestial Venerable. However, many more chains were empty; there should have been hundreds in total.
A withered, ancient divine tree, entwined with flesh and blood, stood within the Blood and Flesh Hall, countless roots embedded in its flesh.
They sat cross-legged at the center of a formation formed by the interwoven roots of the ancient divine tree, their bodies wrapped in emerald chains.
These chains were not metal, but formed from the ever-renewing essence of the Yi Wood, their surfaces adorned with ancient runes of longevity, each rune shimmering with a blue light that suppressed evil.
Their robes were long since corroded into bloody scabs, and dark red veins crawled across their exposed skin, like parasitic vines drawing away their immortal power.
The left arm of the Green Wood Ancestor had become one with the flesh and blood on the ground, his five fingers, now white bone, still forming a hand seal. A hissing roar escaped his throat: "Hold on for three more days… the Palace Master will surely arrive… and we can take his place…"
Dozens of blood cocoons, as tall as a person, were piled up at the corner of the palace. Within them, twisted human figures could be vaguely seen—these were his comrades who had been exhausted earlier, now nourishment for the palace, their very souls chewed into chaotic, fibrous matter.
Suddenly, a crack appeared in the largest blood cocoon in the center, and a skeletal hand covered in golden runes shot out!
"Not good… Danyangzi is about to fall into demonic possession!" someone shouted.
The skeletal hand tore open the cocoon, revealing a face half human and half rotting flesh. The Danyang Immortal Venerable, who had been suppressing the array's core, was now instead devouring the essence of flesh and blood, his aura surging to the peak of the Immortal Venerable realm.
He grinned, his jawbone snapping off: "Why struggle... Fall with me, and you will attain eternity..."
The entire palace erupted in chaos, countless tentacles cascading from the dome like ravenous snakes.
The Azure Wood Ancestor suddenly launched an attack, his remaining right arm transforming into a verdant vine spear. He pierced Danyangzi's chest, pinning him to the ground. He roared, "The Great Spiritual Motto: Even withered wood cannot wither the heart!"
The spiritual light emanating from the spear bound both men simultaneously. The other Immortal Venerables seized the opportunity to form hand seals, and hundreds of Azure Wood chains burst forth from the earth, growing wildly like coiling dragons, temporarily suppressing the rampaging flesh and blood within a life-giving tree prison.
The Azure Wood Ancestor looked at Danyangzi, whose aura was rapidly waning. He gritted his teeth and said, "Even if the body withers like an ancient tree, the Dao heart remains evergreen like a spring bud, life-giving and enduring, living as long as heaven and earth! Dan! Yang! Zi!!"
Danyangzi, now reduced to flesh and bones, stared at the Azure Wood Ancestor with his empty, terrifying eye sockets. He trembled violently, roaring in agony.
"Ahhh!! Eternal Green! Only...I...All Spirits...Boundless!!" A sliver of clarity returned to Danyangzi's eyes. He abruptly broke free from the comfort of the green vines and rushed into the depths of the Blood and Flesh Palace.
A massive explosion resounded throughout the cave...
Danyangzi had perished...
A trace of sorrow flashed in everyone's eyes. Danyangzi's fate would soon befall them as well.
Sixty-odd patriarchs sat cross-legged atop the array's core, formed of rotting flesh, their bodies bound by emerald chains, suppressing the entire writhing palace.
Vascular veins hanging from the dome writhed like giant pythons, each contraction spewing forth a foul-smelling mist of blood.
The ground was a sticky layer of viscous tissue; stepping on it would cause pus and blood to seep out, corroding even immortal boots.
Suddenly!
"Buzz!"
The entire array trembled violently. The egg sacs hanging from the dome burst one after another, the remnant souls of the devoured immortals emitting shrill screams. "What happened?!" An old man with long eyebrows suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils swirling with a myriad of spiritual green light, like the ever-growing rings of an ancient tree, or the innate energy of primordial wood bursting forth at dawn.
"Why is the barrier above broken?!"
"Someone has trespassed into the forbidden area..." Another ancestor's voice was hoarse, his face ashen, "The disciples up there... are they already..."
Before he could finish speaking, the fleshy wall at the palace entrance silently tore open, and a black figure slowly stepped in.
Black robes, a Shura mask, a black sword.
"Who are you?!" The long-browed ancestor, the Evergreen Immortal Venerable, demanded sharply, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly.
The black-robed figure did not answer, but continued walking forward, the black sword dragging on the ground, the flesh retreating as if in fear wherever its blade passed.
"The disciples up there... how are they?!" another ancestor asked through gritted teeth.
The black-robed figure finally spoke, his voice hoarse and metallic.
"Dead."
The Evergreen Immortal Venerable shuddered, his eyes instantly blazing with fury!
"Ye Xuanxiao…my grandson…" he roared, the chains binding him snapping inch by inch, the Evergreen Aurora surging forth, "You wretch! I will annihilate your soul!"
The instant the Evergreen Immortal Venerable broke free of the great formation, the entire Flesh Palace emitted a piercing scream like an infant's cry, the ground trembled violently, and countless tentacles burst forth from the earth!
"Not good! A breach in the seal!" an elder cried out, but it was too late to stop it.
The Evergreen Immortal Venerable, enraged, unleashed a punch, instantly manifesting a thousand-foot-long Azure Dragon Wood Spirit. Ancient Azure Vines, twisted and gnarled like dragons, tore through the sky, the inexhaustible life force of the Wood element even eroding the walls of the Flesh Palace, leaving behind deep, ancient rings!
However…
The black-robed figure merely raised his sword.
"Whoosh!"
The black sword twisted as if alive, its blade flashing blue light, cleaving the wooden dragon in two! The sword's momentum didn't stop; in an instant, it split into countless afterimages, each one precisely aimed at Immortal Venerable Changqing!
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
Blood and flesh splattered!
The protective immortal aura of the Flame Prison Immortal Venerable shattered like paper. Wherever the black sword passed, his flesh seemed to be corroded, black buds writhing and growing from the wounds, frantically devouring his life force!
"This...what kind of sword is this?!" He was utterly horrified, but the black-robed figure's attack was too fast, so fast that he couldn't even catch it with his divine sense!
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
The sword light was like a prison, a thousand cuts!
The Evergreen Immortal Venerable knelt on the ground, his body a bloody mess, riddled with holes.
He struggled to reach out, trying to grab the black-robed figure's ankle, but his wrist was crushed by a foot.
"Why...why..." he roared, his eyes filled with resentment.
The black-robed figure didn't answer, but indifferently stepped over his body, continuing deeper into the palace.
And just then...
"Boom!!!"
With the loss of a Celestial Venerable's suppression, the sealing formation completely collapsed! The three Ancestors, unable to dodge in time, were instantly dragged into the abyss by fleshy tentacles bursting forth from the ground!
The entire palace of flesh began to writhe violently, as if some being was awakening…
The black-robed figure walked towards the deepest part of the palace. The blood dripping from his black sword transformed into jet-black crystals, which, upon landing, caused the flesh on the ground to retreat frantically as if encountering a natural enemy.
Ancestor Qingmu was utterly horrified. Changqing had been defeated in a single round!
Although he wanted to intervene, he was powerless at this moment. The seal was on the verge of collapse. If he intervened, the seal would be forced open instantly, and then truly chaos would ensue!
"Who are you… what do you want!?"
Faced with Ancestor Qingmu's question, the black-robed figure paused slightly, his eyes beneath the mask remaining icy cold.
He did not answer, but simply gripped his black sword tighter.
The black-robed figure, swords in both hands, transformed into a streak of black light, piercing towards the seal of the Flesh Palace! The patriarchs of the Myriad Spirits Vast Righteousness Sect were immediately terrified, roaring in fury:
"Stop!!!"
The patriarchs of the Myriad Spirits Vast Righteousness Sect roared with bloodshot eyes, their cries echoing throughout the entire Flesh Palace.
But the black-robed figure ignored them, swords in both hands, black light coalescing like an abyss, the blade aimed directly at the core of the seal!
"Boom!!"
The instant the black sword pierced the seal, the entire Flesh Palace trembled violently, as if some ancient, dormant being had been awakened!
"Are you insane?!" an elder roared, his hair and beard bristling. "If the seal is destroyed, darkness will descend, and the Immortal Realm will be plunged into chaos! Do you want to become a sinner for all eternity?!"
The black-robed figure didn't answer, but continued to thrust the black sword forward. Wherever the sword's edge passed, the sealing array crumbled inch by inch, countless blood-red runes flickering wildly like dying fireflies before finally extinguishing.
"No!!"
"It's over...it's all over..."
"Bastard! Stop it!!"
"Boom!!!"
With a deafening roar, the seal shattered completely!
The raging dark energy erupted like a tsunami, blasting all the elders away, crashing heavily against the flesh-and-blood walls, spitting blood!
And at that very moment...
The entire palace of flesh and blood came alive!
The ground writhed violently, countless fleshy sacs bulged and burst, from which twisted, dark creatures crawled. They had no fixed form; some resembled rotting giant infants, others centipedes, their bodies flowing with viscous black blood, emitting piercing screams!
Even more terrifying, in the deepest part of the palace, a suffocating pressure was awakening!
"That is… the source of darkness?!" an elder's voice trembled.
The man in black robes slowly turned, his gaze beneath the mask cold and calm.
Behind him, the dome of the fleshy palace had completely twisted, countless blood vessels intertwined to form a gigantic face, slowly opening its crimson eyes! The scene was utterly bizarre; merely looking at it was enough to shatter the Dao heart of an ordinary immortal, driving them mad!
"You destroyed the seal of the Blood and Flesh Palace! What are you trying to achieve? What good will it do you? You're just courting death! Do you think you can escape the destruction of the Immortal Realm?!" Ancestor Qingmu's finger trembled as he pointed at the black-robed figure, roaring hoarsely.
"Everyone will die..." the black-robed figure's hoarse voice rang out, "Me too."
"But before you die..."
He raised his black sword, its blade slicing through the void.
"Use your last embers."
"Whoosh!"
A dark rift was cleaved open in the void, and the black-robed figure stepped into it, vanishing without a trace.
The rift closed, as if it had never existed.
The ancestors of the Myriad Spirits Vast Sect stared palely at the rampaging Blood and Flesh Palace before them, and the endless stream of dark creatures pouring forth, a chill running down their spines.
"Return to the Myriad Spirits Vast Expanse Sect!" the leading patriarch roared through gritted teeth. "Immediately notify the other Immortal Realms. The black-robed figure's target is likely all the breeding grounds of darkness!"
"He wants darkness... to descend prematurely!"
The Myriad Spirits Vast Expanse Sect stands at the pinnacle of the Wood Immortal Realm, its foundation resting on a colossal tree reaching to the heavens.
This giant tree is rooted deep within the Immortal Realm, its trunk as thick as a mountain, its branches and leaves as lush as a sea of clouds, covering tens of thousands of miles, exuding a rich aura of wood spirit.
The sect is situated within the canopy of this giant tree, its pavilions and towers all carved from spirit wood, shimmering with emerald light, shrouded in immortal mist, resembling a celestial palace suspended in the nine heavens.
However, at this moment, the Myriad Spirits Vast Expanse Sect is shrouded in a faint aura of desolation, its former glory seemingly obscured by a veil of gloom.
Many years ago, the seal of the Blood and Flesh Palace loosened, and the sect fought with all its might, only to pay a heavy price. In that great battle, the evil aura of the Blood and Flesh Palace, like a raging flood, devoured the lives of most of the Immortal Venerables of the Myriad Spirits Vast Expanse Sect.
Those who had once stood at the pinnacle of the Immortal Realm either perished or were severely injured and unable to heal.
If it weren't for the timely arrival of the Qin Clan's reinforcements, the sect could barely stabilize the seal again, thus averting a major catastrophe. However, the Myriad Spirits Vast Expanse Sect never recovered, losing even a third of its former strength.
However, no one could have foreseen that the seal, which had been painstakingly stabilized, would soon be shattered by a mysterious figure in black robes who appeared out of nowhere and tore it apart with unparalleled power.
Sect Master Liu Qingping stood on a jade platform atop a tree canopy, overlooking the remnants of the sect.
Her emerald green palace dress danced lightly in the wind, its hem swaying like lake water. A green crystal pendant hung around her snow-white neck, crystal clear and faintly radiating a vibrant spiritual light. A silver hairpin adorned her hair, her long, flowing black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. A gentle breeze stirred, causing a few strands to flutter, highlighting her ethereal beauty, like a fairy from the forest.
Her long, jade-like feet rested on a jade platform, its shimmering light seeming to emanate from her soles, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
Her face was as beautiful as a spring flower in full bloom, breathtakingly so, yet possessing the imposing aura of a sect leader.
However, at this moment, a trace of weariness and worry was unmistakable between Liu Qingping's brows.
Her gaze swept down to the remaining fifty-odd Immortal Venerables of the Wanling Haoran Sect, each one weak and feeble, some deeply wounded, their bodies bearing the strange black markings of the Blood and Flesh Palace's corrosion, some even struggling to stand.
She sighed softly, her voice clear and melodious like a spring, yet carrying an endless heaviness: "Everyone, the matter of the Blood and Flesh Hall is temporarily concluded. You should all return and rest. I will discuss countermeasures with the other immortal realms regarding this matter."
Upon hearing this, the immortal venerables nodded in agreement. Though unwilling, they knew there was no other way at the moment, and could only drag their weary bodies as they gradually dispersed.
Liu Qingping rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.
This situation would not only destroy the Myriad Spirits Vast Expanse Sect, but the entire Wood Immortal Realm would likely be doomed.
Now, the only option was to seek help from other immortal realms.
She turned and walked towards her residence, a quiet room carved from thousand-year-old spirit wood. The moment she pushed open the wooden door, her beautiful eyes trembled violently, her pupils suddenly contracting.
Inside the room stood a figure.
The man was clad in a black robe, the hem billowing like swirling ink clouds. In his hand he gripped a jet-black longsword, its blade faintly gleaming with a crimson light, radiating a chilling killing intent.
His face was concealed by a terrifying, grotesque mask, the mask contorting his features, his eyes cold and unfathomable, seemingly capable of piercing the soul.
The man in the black robe had his back to her, seemingly gazing at the treetops outside the window. Only upon sensing her arrival did he slowly turn his head.
For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.
Liu Qingping felt an invisible pressure bearing down on her, like Mount Tai pressing down on her. Instinctively, she gripped her staff tightly, her heart churning with dread.
This was the black-robed figure who had broken the seal? How could he have infiltrated her dwelling so silently? More importantly, his presence was extremely dangerous!
"Who are you?" Liu Qingping suppressed the shock in her heart, her voice cold as ice, carrying a hint of wariness and accusation.
Though her figure remained as upright as a pine tree, a fierce, desperate fighting spirit ignited in her beautiful eyes and the staff in her hand.
Just as Liu Qingping was about to circulate her immortal power, the spiritual light in her palm flared, when suddenly she felt a chill on her neck.
A black sword had appeared like a ghost, pressed against her throat. The tip of the sword gleamed coldly, seemingly wreathed in crimson blood energy, exuding endless killing intent.
A figure in black robes stood sideways, sword in hand, blood-red eyes beneath the Asura mask slightly turned, coldly staring at her.
"Sect Leader Liu, it's best not to move rashly," a hoarse voice came from behind the mask, low and eerie.
Liu Qingping's heart trembled slightly. She recalled the words of her ancestors: this black-robed man was ruthless; even a peak Immortal Venerable couldn't withstand three moves from him.
Although she was the sect leader, possessing extraordinary cultivation, she dared not act rashly at this moment.
Suppressing her surging emotions, she narrowed her beautiful eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Why did you destroy the seal of the Blood Flesh Palace?"
Upon hearing this, a strange glint flashed in the black-robed man's blood-red eyes, but he did not answer directly.
He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and tinged with mockery: "Sect Leader Liu, there's no need to panic. I've come merely to borrow something from you."
Liu Qingping's delicate brows furrowed slightly, her tone icy: "What is it?"
Before she finished speaking, the black-robed man flicked his black sword, the tip like a serpent's tongue, slicing precisely across her snow-white neck.
The chain of the green crystal pendant snapped with a snap, leaving the pendant dangling from the sword tip, swaying slightly and emitting a faint emerald light.
The black-robed figure sheathed his sword, then turned and grasped the pendant in his palm, saying indifferently, "Carrying a treasure like the Azure Emperor's Tear is not a good habit."
Liu Qingping's eyes flickered, anger rising from the depths of her heart.
She stared at the black-robed figure, coldly saying, "Is this your so-called 'borrowing'?"
"Haha..." The black-robed figure chuckled, the hoarse laughter coming from beneath his mask, carrying a hint of eeriness and disdain, "Sect Leader Liu, we will meet again."
Liu Qingping stared intently at the black-robed figure, her jade-like hands clenched into fists, her voice as cold as frost: "Next time we meet, I will take your life!"
The black-robed figure, however, seemed unconcerned, turning to leave.
However, he had just taken a step when he suddenly stopped, turned around, and a hint of mockery flashed in his blood-red eyes: "Oh right, I forgot something."
Before Liu Qingping could react, the black-robed man swung his black sword sharply, an invisible sword aura sweeping past like the wind, swift and unpredictable.
She felt a chill on her chest; the belt holding her large breasts had silently snapped.
Without the belt's restraint, the hem of her emerald green palace dress suddenly opened and fell down, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful sight of plump, snow-white flesh.
Her large breasts, like solidified white jade, were round and full, shimmering with a light, seemingly containing endless vitality, yet carrying a breathtaking allure. They trembled slightly in the air, like two majestic snow-capped peaks, mesmerizing to the eye.
"Ah!" Liu Qingping exclaimed, her face instantly turning crimson with embarrassment.
She hastily raised her hand to cover her exposed chest, her slender fingers obscuring most of it, yet unable to conceal her stunning curves.
As the head of a sect, having lived for tens of thousands of years, how could she have ever suffered such disrespect? Overwhelmed with shame and anger, she abruptly looked up to rebuke him, only to find the room empty; the black-robed figure had vanished like a ghost.
"Shameless scoundrel!" Liu Qingping gritted her teeth, her rage finding no outlet, and kicked the spirit wood chair beside her.
With a crack, the chair shattered, but the movement caused her enormous breasts to jiggle even more violently, her snow-white skin peeking through her clothes, adding to her disheveled and embarrassed appearance.
She took a deep breath, suppressing the surging shame and indignation within her. With a flick of her hand, a surge of spiritual light caused her clothes to close again, concealing her stunning exposed chest.
A cold glint flashed in Liu Qingping's beautiful eyes as she silently vowed, "Black-robed scoundrel, if I don't avenge this humiliation, I, Liu Qingping, swear I'm not human!"
A few days later.
The Water Immortal Realm.
A figure in black robes stood on the edge of a cliff, his eyes, gleaming like an abyss, peering from beneath a blood-red Asura mask, taking in the vast expanse of azure water before him.
The sea breeze whipped his robes, making them flutter, but it couldn't lift the crimson hue beneath the mask.
In the distance, a colossal city lay dormant atop the raging waves, its city walls soaring into the clouds. The four characters "Boundless Azure Abyss City" inscribed on the archway seemed to have been stained a dark gold by time, faintly radiating the glow of ancient divine runes.
Within the city, crowds thronged, yet there was not a sound. Even the roar of the waves was swallowed by some invisible barrier, leaving only a deathly, oppressive silence.
"The Endless Sea of White Bones… this seal is simple enough, but this Boundless Azure Abyss City is not like the Myriad Spirits Vast Sect," the figure in black robes murmured, his voice as cold as a deep, dark spring.
He took a step forward, and spiderweb-like patterns cracked open the void beneath his feet. His figure vanished instantly, leaving only a wisp of black mist that merged with the sea breeze, without even disturbing the slightest fluctuation of the laws of nature.
Meanwhile, deep within the Boundless Abyss City, in a forbidden area, within a dimly lit stone chamber, an elderly man with white hair sat cross-legged.
He wore a dark blue robe, his aura as deep and vast as the ocean, faintly shrouded in mist, seemingly one with the boundless land. The old man had been meditating with his eyes closed, seemingly comprehending the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, but at this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils flashing with a sharp light, like two swords slicing through the sky.
However, the next instant, his brows furrowed, as if he had sensed something, or perhaps lost something.
The old man gave a low hum, raised his hand, and took out a communication token. A flash of light appeared, and he said in a deep voice, "The black-robed figure has arrived. His aura was revealed for a moment, but he has vanished without a trace. I couldn't find him, so I suspect he has entered the city. We must be extra careful at that sealed area. Activate the highest alert immediately and order the Kui Shui Guards to secretly search the city for any suspicious persons. We must not be careless!"
His voice was deep and authoritative, exuding an undeniable domineering aura.
The news that the seal of the Blood and Flesh Palace had been broken by a mysterious black-robed figure had already been relayed by Liu Qingping to the other immortal realms. She speculated that the black-robed figure's purpose was to break the seals of all four dark cradles, allowing darkness to descend prematurely.
Now it seems Liu Qingping's guess was correct; the black-robed figure's next target is their Wuji Cangyuan City.
The five immortal realms, the four dark cradles.
The Metal Immortal Realm, where the Qin Clan suppresses the Coffin of Sin.
The Fire Immortal Realm, where the Fire Fusion Palace suppresses the Coffin of Sin.
In the Wood Immortal Realm, the Wanling Haoran Sect suppresses the Blood and Flesh Palace.
In the Water Immortal Realm, the Wuji Cangyuan City suppresses the Endless Sea of White Bones.
The Earth Immortal Realm serves as a reserve, ready to step in should any other realm encounter problems.
The Wanling Haoran Sect is already struggling alone. After Liu Qingping sent the message, the people of the Earth Immortal Realm have already set off to suppress it.
Because the Earth Immortal Realm did not participate in the suppression, its strength is the most intact.
And their Endless Sea of White Bones in the Water Immortal Realm is the most stable, and their strength is the strongest among the other immortal realms.
They originally thought the Black Robe would defeat them one by one, from weakest to strongest, but unexpectedly, the second target has come to Wuji Cangyuan City.
The light from the communication token faded, and the old man slowly rose, his gaze piercing through the stone chamber, looking towards a hidden place deep within the forbidden area.
The void there was slightly distorted, as if a strange fluctuation was faintly visible.
A cold glint flashed in the old man's eyes as he muttered to himself, "Black Robe... I'll see if you can break the seal right under my nose in Wuji Cangyuan City."
Within Wuji Cangyuan City, the streets were wide as a dragon's spine, lined with towering buildings, shimmering with immortal light, and teeming with cultivators—a scene of bustling activity.
However, beneath this prosperity, squads of Kui Shui Guards clad in azure armor moved silently.
Their auras were concealed, their steps silent, like water flowing into shadow, scattered throughout the city, their eyes sharp as hawks, searching for any suspicious trace.
However, the black-robed figure appeared only for a moment, then vanished without a trace.
He was like a beast lurking in the shadows, waiting for Wuji Cangyuan City to lower its guard, then pounce and seize them by the throat, delivering a fatal blow!
Time passed day by day.
Undercurrents surged within Wuji Cangyuan City. Ordinary people were unaware of what had transpired, but they could sense the unease that had gripped the city these past few days.
Seven days after the appearance of the man in black robes.
At this moment, deep within Wuji Cangyuan City, atop the City Lord's Hall.
Kui Yanshuang sat regally on the City Lord's throne, standing in the center of the hall. Her skirt cascaded down like an icy waterfall, lightly sweeping the floor and sending a chill down her spine.
Her legs were crossed, and beneath the black stockings, her full, firm thighs swayed alluringly. Her buttocks pressed heavily against the chair, heavy yet retaining an air of dignity.
Her large breasts rose and fell with her varying breaths, seemingly about to burst through the tightly bound fabric, yet no one dared to cast a glance. Her piercing gaze could easily pierce any intruder.
The blue cheongsam, like a second skin, outlined her exquisitely mature figure. Her long, shapely legs, encased in black stockings, stood tall and firm like jade pillars. Her toes lightly touched the stone slabs, her steps as steady as a rock. Only the slight tremor of the cheongsam's hem, forced to sway due to her full hips, betrayed a hint of allure hidden beneath her cold exterior.
The oppressive aura emanating from her was like frost, chilling to the bone. The disciples in the hall stood with their heads bowed. Occasionally, a newcomer would steal a glance at those long, shapely legs encased in black stockings, only to be immediately chilled to the bone by her icy gaze. They would hastily avert their eyes, cold sweat beading on their foreheads, terrified that the sect leader would notice their momentary lapse in composure.
Her large, voluptuous breasts, tightly bound by the cheongsam, hung heavily yet showed no sign of sagging. Her straight, pine-like back added to her dignified presence, as if even the alluring curves of her body bowed to her will, transformed into a cold sculpture.
The fabric creaked slightly under the pressure of her enormous breasts, taut as if about to tear. A sliver of pale flesh peeked out from the edges, seemingly trying to break free, but her cold aura held it back, exuding a breathtaking, ascetic beauty.
Kui Yanshuang crossed her arms, her fingertips lightly resting on her arms, her nails gleaming with a chilling light. Her long, slender neck was slightly raised, her fair, jade-like skin glowing in the candlelight.
Her long, ink-black hair swayed gently in the breeze, the ends brushing against her shoulders, carrying a faint, subtle fragrance.
She surveyed the hall with a cold gaze, her eyes like icy arrows piercing the hearts of everyone present.
The people below bowed their heads, holding their breath, not daring to look up. The elders' backs stiffened, their breathing almost inaudible, for fear of angering this icy lord.
Her thin lips parted slightly, each word she uttered like a chilling wind, carrying an undeniable authority: "Seven days have passed, and there's still no sign of the Black Robe? What are you all doing? We cannot relax our vigilance until the Black Robe shows himself. Continue monitoring the entire city. Anyone suspected of being suspicious, kill without mercy!"
Kui Yanshuang tilted her head slightly, a strand of hair slipping past her ear, soft as silk, yet she coldly brushed it aside.
Her gesture was elegant as a dance, yet swift as the wind; her fingertips traced the air, carrying a sharp edge, as if even this subtle movement proclaimed her inviolable boundaries.
She propped her chin on one hand, her fingernails lightly tapping the armrest of her throne, producing a crisp "tap-tap" sound. She gave a cold snort, her voice low yet chilling: "Order the Kui Shui Guards and the Cang Yuan Army to intensify their search. Search even the dog kennels! If they miss the slightest detail, I'll offer their heads as a sacrifice!"
She paused, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly, her tone even colder. "Tell them that if they find any trace of the Black Robe, they don't need to capture him. Just report it, and they'll be rewarded with five bottles of Cang Yuan Water and promoted to centurion!"
With that, Kui Yanshuang rose and leaped, her entire body like a blue lightning bolt, her skirt fluttering, shattering the silence of the hall, instantly gliding towards the horizon and disappearing into the far end of the hall, leaving only a cold, deathly stillness.
Atop the majestic mountain peak of Wuji Cangyuan City, within the City Lord's chamber, a delicate fragrance wafted, gauze curtains hung softly, and a gilded incense burner sat on a carved mahogany table, its wisps of smoke mingling with the thin mist filtering in from the window, creating an atmosphere of luxurious tranquility.
Kui Yanshuang flew to her room, her toes lightly touching the ground, landing silently.
The door opened automatically, and she slowly stepped into this private domain, the doors closing silently behind her, shutting out all the noise of the outside world.
She still possessed that unapproachable air, a blue cheongsam tightly hugging her mature, exquisitely beautiful body, the fabric clinging to her skin, outlining every fatal curve.
Her dignified and beautiful face was as cold as ice, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, exuding an aloofness that kept strangers at bay, yet a hint of weariness flickered in her brows.
Her figure was breathtakingly beautiful, like a work of art. Her enormous, voluptuous breasts, accentuated by her cheongsam, formed an alluring curve, so full they seemed ready to burst forth with rich, fragrant flesh at the slightest touch. The nipples peeked tantalizingly from beneath the fabric, captivating all who beheld them.
Below her slender waist, her broad, full buttocks were round and firm like ripe peaches. With each step her long, shapely legs, encased in black stockings, her hips rippled gently, sending waves of soft, fleshy flesh undulating, exuding a sensual, juicy aroma that seemed to tantalize every inch of the air.
This body, clearly a peerless beauty capable of seducing men into crime, was suppressed by her icy aura, like an untouchable ice goddess, high above, inspiring only awe and preventing any thought of defilement.
These past few days, she'd been overwhelmed not only with the black robe incident but also with something else…
Just as she was feeling frustrated, her gaze fell upon the magnificent bed in the center of the inner room, and her breath hitched slightly, a barely perceptible flicker of panic crossing her phoenix eyes.
Sitting there sat a completely naked man, handsome yet devilishly powerful, strong as a beast.
He leaned casually against the headboard, his muscles bulging, a thick, erect penis erect between his legs, grotesque as a writhing dragon, hard as an iron pillar, veins bulging, emitting a strong, pungent stench that filled the air, suffocating her.
Seeing him, Kui Yanshuang's eyes twitched almost imperceptibly.
Just a few days ago, she had become weak after practicing her cultivation technique, and this bastard had appeared out of nowhere, naked, and forced her onto the bed, fucking her like a sow.
He roughly tore open her cheongsam, spread her plump, black-stockinged legs, and thrust his monstrous penis deep into her wet, throbbing cunt, making her squirt with pleasure, crying out in waves of orgasm. Finally, he forced her to acknowledge him as her master, to be his sex slave for eternity.
She still remembers the pleasure of that huge penis ramming inside her, her cunt stretched to its limit, her flesh churning, her uterus aching unbearably. She cursed while uncontrollably moaning, her plump buttocks twisting wildly to meet his thrusts, until she was fucked unconscious.
The pungent smell of that huge penis acted like a powerful aphrodisiac, instantly awakening Kui Yanshuang's deeply buried sow-like nature.
Her cunt was almost instantly soaked, her juices gushing out like a spring, leaving a sticky trail down her black-stockinged inner thighs. Her legs went weak involuntarily, and she almost wanted to kneel before him, swaying her plump buttocks, begging for that large, thick penis to penetrate her hard and fuck her cunt raw.
She gritted her teeth, suppressing the surging lust within her, straightened her back, and coldly glanced at him, her voice as clear as ice and snow: "It's only past dawn, noon now, and you're completely naked, without a single garment on. Are you a barbarian from the mountains?"
She paused, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly, her tone even colder, "Qin Tian, you act so presumptuously in my palace, do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?"
Kui Yanshuang's tone carried a hint of arrogance and disdain, her brows exuding the majesty of a sect leader.
She approached slowly, her body beneath the cheongsam trembling involuntarily. Her large breasts swayed, creating alluring waves of flesh, the nipples pressing against the fabric to form two prominent marks. Her hips swayed, rippling with fleshy waves, as if silently fawning.
Kui Yanshuang stood no more than three feet from Qin Tian. Her icy gaze swept over his naked body like a blade, yet the strong, pungent stench emanating from his crotch pierced her nostrils like poison, rushing straight to her brain.
She maintained the dignity of a sect leader, her straight back trembling slightly. Her large breasts, beneath the cheongsam, heaved violently with her rapid breathing, the nipples pressing against the fabric to create two lewd marks.
Her vulva was already soaking wet, her juices flowing down her black-stockinged thighs, leaving an ambiguous puddle on the ground. The air was filled with her undeniable, mature, and seductive fragrance.
Qin Tian leaned against the headboard, a wicked smile playing on his lips, his gaze brazenly sweeping over her body.
His massive, monstrous penis stood erect like a pillar, veins bulging, its shaft throbbing slightly, a drop of whitish, sticky fluid oozing from its tip, emitting a dizzying, pungent stench.
He spoke lazily, his voice deep yet undeniably domineering: "Oh City Lord, you're all talk and no action, but your body's been itching for a fight, hasn't it? Look at that filthy fluid between your legs, enough to wash my feet."
Upon hearing this, Kui Yanshuang's phoenix eyes narrowed sharply, a mixture of shame and anger flashing across her face. She gritted her teeth and coldly retorted, "Qin Tian, how dare you humiliate me like this?"
Qin Tian laughed heartily, abruptly rising to his feet. His naked body resembled that of a powerful wild beast, muscles bulging, exuding a strong masculine aura.
He strode up to her, grabbing her chin with his large hand, forcing her to tilt her cold, incomparably beautiful face upwards.
Yan Shuang instinctively tried to break free, but his strength was like an iron clamp, leaving no room for resistance. She could only be forced to meet his lustful gaze.
"Humiliate you?" Qin Tian sneered, his other hand slapping her plump buttocks without any politeness. A crisp "smack" echoed as her buttocks rippled, the soft flesh beneath her black stockings trembling almost overflowing. "Lord City Lord, stop pretending. These past few days, when I was fucking you like a sow, you weren't this tough."
Kui Yan Shuang's pretty face flushed red. The humiliating scenes of the past few days flooded her mind like a tidal wave. She had been pinned to the bed by Qin Tian, her legs spread into a shameful M-shape, his thick penis wildly thrusting into the depths of her cunt, each thrust sending shivers down her spine, her juices spraying all over the bed.
She cried and begged for mercy, her voice hoarse: "Ah...it's too big...it's going to split open...Master, please have mercy on me..."
Qin Tian showed no mercy, instead intensifying his assault. He flipped her over, forcing her into a doggy-style position, and brutally pounded into her from behind until she lost her mind, actively swaying her plump buttocks in response, crying out, "Master, fuck me!" Only then did he stop.
At that moment, Qin Tian's large hand slid down her buttocks, his fingertips brushing against her wet vulva through her black stockings, leaving a trail of glistening, erotic tears.
He held up his wet fingers, waving them in front of her eyes. The glistening moisture reflected a lewd sheen in the candlelight. He grinned mockingly, "Tsk tsk, City Lord, your cunt is much more honest than your mouth. Look at this flow, like a river bursting its banks. What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? Today, I'll let you, the high and mighty City Lord, taste the pleasures of being a sow again."
His voice was low and husky, carrying a rough, provocative tone, the last syllable drawn out, as if deliberately stirring up her shame.
Kui Yanshuang glared at him, her phoenix eyes blazing with anger, yet a hint of allure unconsciously seeped into them. She bit her lip and hissed, "Insolence! You filthy scoundrel, how dare you insult me like this!" Though her words were firm, her voice was as soft as honey, trembling at the end, as if he had struck a chord with a hidden desire deep within her.
She tried to maintain a semblance of authority as a city lord, but her wet lips betrayed her; more fluids flowed, sliding down her black-stockinged thighs, dripping onto the ground, filling the air with a sweet, pungent scent.
Qin Tian snorted coldly, a smug, malicious smile flashing in his eyes. Before she could finish speaking, he abruptly reached out and roughly tore open the hem of her cheongsam. With a sharp "rip," the silk shattered into pieces, revealing her plump buttocks encased in black stockings.
Her smooth, white buttocks, exposed to the air, trembled and quivered like two ripe peaches, their flesh rippling and churning, a sight so alluring it made one's blood boil.
The black stockings were torn in several places, and beneath the fine mesh, the buttocks appeared even more full and plump, flushed with a faint blush, like fruit soaked in desire.
Kui Yanshuang gasped, "You dare!" Her voice, however, was soft and utterly devoid of any threat, like a coquettish murmur, the end tinged with a trembling, seductive allure.
She instinctively tried to back away, but her legs went weak against her will. She had barely taken half a step when Qin Tian grabbed her slender waist.
Those iron arms were rough and powerful, locking her in like a vise. She was lifted up, her legs forced to wrap around his waist.
She struggled, her slender hands pushing against his chest, her fingertips tracing the soft, caressing surface of his sweaty skin. Her vulva was pressed against the tip of his monstrous penis, the heat so intense it made her heart race even through the air.
She could feel the thick shaft brush against her wet labia, the heat sending a shiver through her. Her tender flesh involuntarily contracted, and her juices flowed uncontrollably, dripping down Qin Tian's firm abdomen, leaving a sticky trail.
She struggled, panting, "Ah...let me go...no..."
He sneered, his eyes filled with lust. Without a word, he thrust his hips forward, and with a "plop," his thick penis plunged fully into her tight vulva, stretching the opening so wide it seemed to be ripped open, her juices splashing everywhere, making a sticky, wet sound as they joined.
Kui Yanshuang screamed, her voice broken and wanton: "Ah! Too deep... I'm going to die... Slower... It's so deep all at once... I'll... Ah..."
Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her nails digging into the fabric, almost tearing it. Her large breasts heaved violently with his thrusts, the plump flesh slapping against the air with soft "slap slap" sounds. The top of her cheongsam was ripped open, her breasts bouncing out, the nipples hard like two red cherries, tracing lewd arcs in the air, the areolas tinged with a faint pink, like marks stained with lust.
Qin Tian showed no mercy, his hands gripping her plump buttocks tightly, his nails digging into the soft flesh, leaving red marks.
He held her tightly, thrusting into her relentlessly, each stroke reaching deep into her uterus, causing her vagina to spasm, the tender flesh tightly gripping his penis, as if trying to suck him in.
A torrent of vaginal fluid gushed forth, streaming down his thighs and dripping onto the bed with a soft "plop, plop" sound.
He roared as he fucked her, his voice rough and laced with smugness: "Scream louder, Lord City Lord! Let everyone in the city hear how I've turned their Lord into a slut! Look at you, so wet down there like a flood, and you're still pretending to be so high and mighty!"
Kui Yanshuang panted as she responded, her plump buttocks swaying involuntarily, her hips undulating, actively pushing against his thrusts, as if craving deeper penetration.
Kui Yanshuang was driven to a daze by the fucking, tears mingling with her vaginal fluid, soaking her long hair and clinging to her flushed face.
Unable to control herself, she cried out in utterly shameful moans: "Ah... Master, you're so good... Fuck this slut to death... I'm your sow... Ah..." Her plump buttocks responded to his thrusts, her hips undulating, her black stockings torn to shreds, revealing large expanses of white, smooth flesh on her thighs. A few tattered pieces of cloth clung to her groin, making her look even more like a ravaged, submissive slave.
She gasped, her voice hoarse and broken: "Ah... Deeper... Master... Fuck me to pieces..." The sound seemed to be squeezed from deep within her throat, tinged with a sob, yet also revealing an undisguised pleasure.
Seeing her completely submissive, Qin Tian grinned with satisfaction, a savage glint in his eyes.
He abruptly threw her back onto the bed, the mattress creaking. Her body shuddered, her large breasts swinging even more violently, like two plump mounds of flesh.
He commanded, "Kneel properly, stick your slutty ass up, I'm going to fuck your cunt raw from behind! Stop pretending, hurry up!" His voice was rough and domineering, carrying an undeniable pressure.
Kui Yanshuang hesitated for a moment upon hearing this, a hint of shame flashing in her phoenix eyes, but her body moved against her will. She bit her lip, slowly rising to her feet, kneeling on the bed like a female dog, her plump buttocks raised high, the flesh trembling like a sacrifice.
She had already been fucked senseless, her cunt swollen and red, the opening constantly contracting, her juices flowing down her thighs and knees, leaving sticky, wet marks.
She turned to look at Qin Tian, her phoenix eyes filled with a hazy, seductive allure, her voice hoarse as she pleaded, "Master...fuck me quickly...I can't take it anymore...I want Master's big cock to fill me up..." As she spoke, she unconsciously swayed her plump buttocks, the flesh trembling like a sieve, creating waves of flesh. She was nothing like the city lord's majesty; she was clearly a wanton, wanton slave.
Qin Tian stood behind her, his naked, masculine body pressing down like a mountain, his muscles taut, sweat trickling down his chest, exuding a strong masculine aura.
His thick, monstrous cock was as hard as cast iron, veins bulging, the tip dripping with a whitish fluid onto her plump buttocks, making her tremble and let out a low, cloying moan: "Mmm...hot..." She instinctively squeezed her legs together, and another stream of hot fluid flowed from her vulva.
He grinned maliciously, his hands gripping her broad, plump buttocks, his fingertips digging deep into the soft flesh. He roughly pried them open, revealing her wet, throbbing cunt.
The entrance to her cunt was swollen and red, the tender flesh turned outwards, like a flower ravaged to its extreme. A mixture of vaginal fluid and white, cloudy liquid dripped down, staining the sheets with a pungent, fishy odor.
"Slut, so eager to be fucked?" Qin Tian growled, his voice filled with lewd mockery. "Today I'll fuck your cunt raw, turning this high and mighty city lord into my flesh toilet! Scream louder, don't fucking hold it in, I want to hear you howl!"
Before he finished speaking, he thrust his hips forward, and with a "plop," his thick penis plunged all the way into Kui Yanshuang's honeyed cunt, stretching the tender flesh at the entrance almost to the point of tearing it apart. Vaginal fluid was squeezed out and sprayed onto their joined bodies, making a lewd "slap slap" sound.
Kui Yanshuang screamed, her voice broken and wanton: "Ah! It's too thick...it's going to split...Master, go slower...ah..." As she screamed, she unconsciously thrust her hips back, meeting his thrusts. Her buttocks rippled like waves, sending up layers of white, fleshy waves. Her large breasts pressed against the bed, squeezing into two fleshy mounds, the nipples hard as pebbles, rubbing against the sheets with a soft "hissing" sound, bringing waves of tingling pleasure.
Qin Tian showed no mercy, his hands gripping her buttocks tightly, his nails digging deeper, leaving crisscrossing red marks, as if branding his mark on her body.
He began to thrust wildly, each stroke as fast as lightning, as deep as a piercing dagger. His penis slammed deep into her uterus with each thrust, making her delicate body tremble violently. Her large breasts swung even more violently, the flesh overflowing from the sheets like bursting melons, slapping against her chin with a lewd "slap slap."
"Ah... Master, you're so strong... Fuck me to death... Ah... My cunt is going to be fucked to pieces..." Kui Yanshuang's cunt tightly gripped the penis, her tender flesh spasming and sucking. Each withdrawal brought forth gushes of hot fluid, spraying all over the bed, soaking the sheets as if they were drenched in water.
She tried to prop herself up, her palms turning white as she placed them on the bed, but Qin Tian roughly shoved her back down. His hand pressed against the back of her neck, and he growled, "Stay put, you slut, where do you think you're going? I haven't fucked you enough yet!" Her body went limp, and she could only lie on the bed, her plump buttocks raised high, her cheeks spread wider, her cunt completely exposed before him, at his mercy for his brutal ravaging.
She gasped and moaned, "Ah... Master... Harder... I can take it... Ah..." The sound seemed to be squeezed from deep within her throat, tinged with a sob, yet revealing an undisguised longing.
Qin Tian's thrusts grew increasingly violent, his penis slamming deep into her honeyed depths like a battering ram, each stroke forcing open her cervix, making her internal organs tremble, her bones feel as if they were about to shatter.
He leaned down, biting her pale earlobe, his teeth grinding against her soft flesh, growling, "Lord City Lord, your cunt is so tight! Of all the women I've fucked, you're the tightest! Scream louder, don't fucking play the innocent, I want to hear you begging for mercy!" As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed her swaying breasts, his rough hands kneading them roughly, flesh spilling out from between his fingers, his nipples twisted hard as pebbles, causing her delicate body to tremble in pain, yet also making her cunt contract sharply with pleasure.
Driven completely out of control by this double stimulation, Kui Yanshuang screamed, her cries almost piercing eardrums: "Ah... Master... my nipples are going to be squeezed to pieces... Fuck me... deeper... ah... my cunt's going to squirt..." Her cunt began to contract violently, the tender flesh sucking at his penis like countless tiny mouths, her juices gushing out like a spring, flowing down her thighs and dripping onto the bed with a "plop, plop" sound.
Qin Tian, sensing her impending climax, grinned even more savagely, growling, "Slut, about to squirt? Squeeze tighter, I'll fuck you until you squirt!"
She threw her head back and cried out, her voice hoarse and broken: "Ah... Master, you're so good... fuck this slut to pieces... I want... ah..." The sound seemed to be squeezed from the depths of her soul, carrying a hint of collapsing pleasure.
Qin Tian's thrusting speed suddenly increased, each thrust feeling like it was piercing her through, his penis moving in and out of her honeyed cunt with a "gurgling" sound, utterly lewd.
He was panting heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her back, and growled, "You slut, clench tighter, I'm going to cum! I'll fill your cunt with my semen, make you pregnant with my child! Scream, I want to hear you beg me to cum inside you!" His voice was rough and domineering, with a commanding tone.
Upon hearing this, Kui Yanshuang's body trembled violently, her plump buttocks involuntarily thrusting back even more forcefully, her hips undulating, creating waves of flesh.
Her moans grew even more frantic: "Ah... cum inside... Master, fill my cunt with your semen... I want to be pregnant with Master's child... Ah... fuck me to death..." Her cunt tightly gripped his penis, the tender flesh spasming and sucking, as if trying to squeeze out all his semen.
She screamed, tears mingling with sweat, soaking her long hair and clinging to her flushed face.
Qin Tian thrust forward, his penis plunging deep into her womb, the tip slamming into the very depths, causing her body to shudder, as if her internal organs had shifted.
Then, a gush of hot, thick semen erupted, filling her vagina, the heat causing her to spasm, her vagina contracting sharply as she experienced multiple orgasms.
She screamed as she reached her peak: "Ah! It's inside... so hot... I'm going to die... Master... ah..." Her voice was broken and wanton, tinged with sobs, her vagina frantically sucking at his penis, her vaginal fluids mixed with semen overflowing from their point of contact, flowing down her thighs in a gushing torrent, soaking the sheets, and even splashing onto the bedside and dripping onto the floor, emitting a pungent, fishy smell.
Her plump buttocks trembled like a sieve, her flesh quivering and swaying. Her large breasts pressed against the bed, squeezing into two fleshy mounds, her nipples hard as pebbles, rubbing against the sheets and sending waves of tingling pleasure through her.
She was limp and listless from being fucked, her mind wandering, still moaning softly, "Ah... Master... so hot... so much..." The sound seemed to be squeezed from deep within her throat, a satisfied murmur.
Qin Tian thrust a few more times, squeezing the last drop of semen into her body, then deliberately slowed his pace, his penis slowly moving in and out of her wet vagina, each thrust drawing out a stream of white, cloudy fluid, tormenting her with incessant moans, before he slowly withdrew his penis.
With a "pop," a stream of white fluid spurted from her vaginal opening, the entrance swollen and red, the tender flesh still twitching slightly, as if yearning for his return.
He panted heavily, leaning against the headboard, sweat streaming down his chest. He looked with satisfaction at the woman beneath him, half-dead from being fucked, and chuckled, "Tsk tsk, Lord City Lord, look at you, so slutty. You act like an iceberg on the outside, but under me, you're screaming and howling."
Kui Yanshuang, unconscious from her orgasm, slid down onto his lap, her flushed face pressed against his crotch, her cherry lips slightly parted, saliva dripping onto the sheets, wetting a patch.
She breathed heavily, her voice hoarse and broken: "Mmm… Master…" The sound was like a dream, tinged with a hazy, seductive allure.
Qin Tian lazily grasped her full breasts with one hand, kneading them wantonly, his fingertips flicking at the erect nipples, causing her body to tremble, and another stream of hot fluid to flow from her vulva.
He squinted, a deep glint in his eyes, and whispered, "You slut, had your fun? I'm not done yet. Tonight, your cunt will get a few more rounds of fucking!" His voice was rough and mocking as he slapped her plump buttocks with a "smack," leaving a bright red handprint as her hips rippled.
He had been in Wuji Cangyuan City for seven days. His powerful slaying of the Immortal Venerable in the Blood and Flesh Hall, breaking the seal with a single sword strike, wasn't as easy as it seemed.
That battle had nearly exhausted all his immortal energy. He was trading his life for strength. While outwardly glorious, he was deeply injured internally, barely able to stand, relying solely on willpower.
Therefore, he needed to obtain the Azure Emperor's Tear; it was the key to restoring his vitality and prolonging his life.
The strength and security of Wuji Cangyuan City were far more stringent than he had imagined. The city was teeming with experts, and the Kui Shui Guards and Cangyuan Army patrolled day and night; the slightest disturbance would alert the entire city.
Therefore, he didn't rush into action. Instead, he lay in wait, observing secretly, and identified a suitable target for dual cultivation to restore his strength.
This target was naturally Kui Yanshuang. As the city lord of Wuji Cangyuan City, she held an extremely high position and wielded considerable power. Moreover, she was incredibly alluring, with a voluptuous figure and a tight, tight vagina—the perfect choice for concealing her identity and for dual cultivation to restore her strength.
For him, controlling a woman was incredibly easy, especially a beauty like Kui Yanshuang, who was cold on the outside but seductive on the inside.
After observing her for several days, he discovered that beneath her dignified and imposing exterior lay a lewd, sow-like nature. He knew that if he thoroughly ravaged her with his penis, awakening her latent, submissive personality, she would completely submit.
Kui Yanshuang groggily awoke, her consciousness slowly returning from the haze of her orgasm.
She opened her hazy phoenix eyes, and what came into view was Qin Tian's thick, monstrous penis, half-erect, covered in her own vaginal fluid and his semen, pungent and foul-smelling, a drop of cloudy white fluid clinging to the tip, exuding a strong masculine scent.
She froze for a moment, her mind not fully clear, but her body seemed driven by instinct; her cherry lips parted slightly, and she took the penis into her mouth.
Her warm mouth enveloped the shaft, her small tongue skillfully licking the tip, wiping away the remaining drop of fluid, a low, sweet moan escaping her throat: "Mmm...so hot..." As she licked, she unconsciously swayed her plump buttocks, the flesh trembling as if still savoring the brutal ravaging she had just experienced.
She licked with focused concentration, her tongue swirling around the bulging veins, making soft, slurping sounds, a trail of saliva trickling from the corner of her mouth, wetting the sheets.
Her phoenix eyes were half-closed, her gaze hazy and lost in the moment, fixed intently on the thick, erect penis, as if worshipping a priceless treasure.
Qin Tian leaned against the headboard, lounging lazily, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
He looked down at Kui Yanshuang, her head buried between his legs, swallowing and sucking. Her long, black hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, unable to conceal her flushed face and the swaying of her large, fleshy breasts. He chuckled, "Tsk tsk, Lord City Lord, look at you, so slutty. Outside, you're as cold as ice, untouchable by anyone, but in front of me, you're a slutty sow. Even the first thing you do when you wake up is lick my cock. You're so despicable it's adorable. Tell me, is it good? How does my cock taste?" His voice was rough and provocative. He slapped her plump buttocks with a "smack," her hips rippled, sending waves of flesh rippling through them.
Kui Yanshuang narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, raised her head, and glared at him. Her cherry lips still held his cock, her tongue swirling around the shaft, making "tsk tsk" sounds as she licked it.
She spat out the penis, a trail of saliva trailing from her lips, her voice hoarse yet tinged with a hint of coquettishness: "Wasn't it all because you took advantage of me? I am the dignified Lord of Wuji Cangyuan City, if you hadn't taken advantage of my weakness yesterday and fucked me like this, how could I be in this state? You bastard, you're utterly wicked!"
As she spoke, she lowered her head and licked the shaft again, her gaze fixed on the thick penis with fascination, murmuring, "You naughty penis, how can it be so thick, so irresistible... it's so hot it makes my heart melt..." Before she finished speaking, she buried her face in it again, her small tongue deftly tracing the veins, a satisfied moan escaping her throat: "Mmm... so hard... so hot... I can't get enough of it..."
Qin Tian laughed heartily, his hand continuing to caress her plump breasts, his fingertips swirling around her areolas, making her body tremble, and another stream of hot fluid flowed from her vulva.
He squinted, his tone smug. "You looked so worried when you came in. Something on your mind, huh? Tell me, maybe I can help you."
Kui Yanshuang licked his penis, her tongue sliding from the base to the tip, leaving a trail of glistening saliva. Her lips were wet and shiny.
She glanced up at him, coldly scoffing, "It's no use telling you. What else can you do besides use this big cock to fuck your hole? Hmph, all you do is show off your low-class skills!" Her tone was disdainful, but her slender hands involuntarily grasped his penis, gently stroking it, her fingertips caressing the shaft with a tenderness as if she were serving a precious treasure. Her eyes were fixed on this thick, erect member, as if she couldn't bear to be without it.
Qin Tian's lips curled into a wicked smile. He pinched her nipple hard, twisting it forcefully. She cried out softly in pain, and a warm flow involuntarily seeped from her vulva, wetting the sheets.
He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered, "I can still make you scream, can I? City Lord, have you forgotten how you were begging me to fill your cunt with my cum just now? Look at you, all tough on the outside, but wet as a whore down there!" He released her nipple, slapping her plump buttocks with a "smack," the flesh rippling and leaving crisscrossing red welts.