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In the emperor's study of the Qilin Dynasty, darkness had fallen, and the flickering candlelight cast long shadows.
Huo Xiuhong, the supreme emperor of the Qilin clan, paced back and forth in his room, his mind in turmoil for the past few days.
Ever since Qin Tian arrived in the Qilin Dynasty, he had felt that this man was definitely not simple.
Although he was his daughter Huo Lin'er's godfather, Huo Lin'er couldn't explain his background.
Originally, Huo Xiuhong had only intended to win Qin Tian over, but after accidentally witnessing Qin Tian simultaneously wielding dozens of Immortal Venerable artifacts, his intentions changed.
To seize these treasures, Huo Xiuhong was willing to abandon his imperial dignity, secretly ordering his empress, Lan Yuhui, to seduce Qin Tian, gain his trust, and then kill him to steal the treasures.
However, several days had passed, and Lan Yuhui had made no move.
Huo Xiuhong grew increasingly uneasy, his brow furrowing as he cursed inwardly, "Is this bitch afraid to make a move?"
Having received no news from Lan Yuhui, he could no longer contain himself and decided to personally go to the inner palace to urge her to speed things up.
Upon arriving at the inner palace, Huo Xiuhong found it eerily quiet. Not a single maid was to be seen; the Empress's chambers were empty, and even Lan Yuhui was nowhere to be found.
Huo Xiuhong frowned and searched the area, finally stopping before a side hall.
A faint, low moan drifted from within the hall. The voice was familiar and alluring, seemingly Lan Yuhui's.
He narrowed his eyes, slowly approaching and entering the hall. His gaze fell upon a white curtain hanging inside.
Behind the curtain, a voluptuous, dark figure moved about.
The figure's curves were exaggerated, her buttocks full, swaying back and forth with a rhythm, sometimes pressing against the curtain, sometimes retreating slightly. Seeing this, Huo Xiuhong asked suspiciously, "Yu Hui, what are you doing in there?"
The voice behind the curtain abruptly stopped, followed by a broken reply: "N-nothing... Your Majesty, I... I'm cultivating..." Lan Yu Hui's voice trembled slightly, as if she was trying hard to suppress something.
Huo Xiuhong frowned, his tone impatient: "Cultivating? Forget it. How's the matter I asked you to handle? Any progress with Qin Tian?" He stood outside the curtain, hands behind his back, his gaze coldly fixed on the thin white cloth.
"Qin...Qin Tian..." Behind the curtain, Lan Yuhui gasped, trying to keep her voice steady, her face flushed as she spoke, "He...he trusts me now, I'm...I'm looking for an opportunity...you old man...uh...what's the rush...he's not that easy...ah..."
Before she finished speaking, her body involuntarily trembled, and a pair of large, full breasts swayed out from the edge of the curtain, revealing half of their snow-white flesh, glistening alluringly in the candlelight.
Behind the curtain, Qin Tian stood behind Lan Yuhui, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
He was shirtless, his muscles sharply defined, radiating an invisible pressure.
At this moment, his large hands firmly gripped Lan Yuhui's plump, juicy buttocks, his fingers digging deep into her soft flesh, squeezing the two white mounds out of shape.
His lower body moved with the force of the wind, his enormous penis, like a thick iron pestle, slamming deep into Lan Yuhui's wet, honeyed depths.
Lan Yuhui's honeyed depths had already been thoroughly tamed by Qin Tian, overflowing with lustful fluid. Each thrust brought forth a stream of sticky juice, trickling down her thighs and dripping onto the floor with a soft "drip-drip" sound.
Her petals were stretched to their limit, the tight walls of her flesh being forced open and closed by Qin Tian's massive member, producing a lascivious "plop" sound.
She bit her lower lip, her lips twitching slightly, trying to suppress the moans escaping her throat, but the intoxicating pleasure made her voluptuous body tremble uncontrollably.
"Looking for an opportunity?" Huo Xiuhong sneered, his tone full of dissatisfaction. He no longer pretended; now that Lan Yuhui was tied to his side, his true nature was slowly being revealed.
"I'm warning you, don't try anything funny now. If you can get your hands on his treasures, you'll be fine, but if you fail, you won't get away with it."
A greedy glint flashed in Huo Xiuhong's eyes as he continued, "If you drag this out any longer, I'll personally intervene! Don't blame me for disregarding our marital relationship then."
Lan Yuhui forced a cold laugh, panting, "It...it's not your place to...point fingers at me...I have my ways...it's none of your business..." Her words were broken and fragmented. With each word, Qin Tian thrust into her hard. If it weren't for the fact that she had been violated by this penis every day for the past few days, and her vagina had become accustomed to it, she probably would have already cried out uncontrollably.
Even so, her large, plump breasts still swayed up and down with Qin Tian's rhythm, the waves of milk rolling and occasionally hitting the curtain, pushing the white cloth into an exaggerated arc.
If Huo Xiuhong had come closer, or observed more closely, her affair with Qin Tian would certainly have been exposed.
Qin Tian whispered teasingly in her ear, "That old man's getting impatient, you slut, can you still hold back?" He raised his hand and slapped her plump buttocks hard, making a crisp "smack, smack" sound.
Lan Yuhui trembled, almost losing her voice, and could only bite her lip tightly, blood seeping from the corner of her lips, staining her chin red.
Her incomparably beautiful face was now flushed, beads of sweat sliding down her cheeks, her alluring eyes half-open, half-closed, misty with desire, as if immersed in ultimate pleasure.
Huo Xiuhong narrowed his eyes, his tone growing increasingly cold: "A way? What way? Tell me!"
"Drug...drug..." Lan Yuhui gasped, her mind racing, trying to come up with a reason, "I'm going to...drug him, and then...take advantage of the situation..."
Before she could finish, Qin Tian suddenly grinned wickedly and increased the speed of his thrusts, his penis pounding into her honeyed orifice like a storm, producing a series of "slap slap slap" sounds of flesh hitting flesh.
Caught off guard, Lan Yuhui almost let out a seductive moan. She quickly covered her mouth, but her alluring eyes were already completely glazed over, filled with lust.
"Drug it?" Huo Xiuhong nodded, seemingly quite satisfied. "Good, that's a good idea. That kid is strong, but if he's poisoned, hmph... Hurry up and do it, don't delay any longer!" He paused, then added, "What kind of poison do you need? I'll prepare it for you!"
"No...no need..." Lan Yuhui's voice was barely audible, but her body leaned slightly forward due to Qin Tian's continued thrusting.
Her large buttocks were gripped even tighter by Qin Tian, the finger marks clearly visible on her fair flesh.
While Qin Tian was thrusting vigorously, he reached out a finger and secretly probed her anus. A gentle press caused Lan Yuhui's body to tense up sharply.
She gritted her teeth, trying to suppress a cry, but half of her voluptuous body had already slipped out of the curtain, revealing her exaggeratedly curvaceous waist and hips.
Seeing this, Qin Tian's smile deepened.
He deliberately slowed his pace, his penis gently churning within her, the head intentionally or unintentionally brushing against her most sensitive spot.
Lan Yuhui's legs went weak, almost unable to stand, she could only support herself with her hands on the curtain to avoid collapsing.
She let out a soft moan, the sound, though light, carried endless allure, penetrating Huo Xiuhong's ears.
At this moment, Lan Yuhui's upper body had been pushed out of the curtain, her white gauze dress slightly disheveled, the collar half-open, revealing her fair shoulders and the gently swaying curves of her breasts.
She swayed back and forth, her movements subtle yet possessing an indescribable charm.
Huo Xiuhong looked at his wife like this, his brows furrowing slightly, a hint of doubt and confusion flashing across his face.
He thought, why is this woman so uninhibited today, her clothes disheveled? Could it be that she's been empty for too long?
Several years ago, due to problems with his cultivation, he aged rapidly and lost his sexual ability. Coupled with Lan Yuhui's current prime sexually, it was normal for her to practice some bedroom arts to alleviate her loneliness.
However, this woman was truly seductive. If he weren't currently impotent, he would definitely have this slut on top of him and savored her.
But he wouldn't have to wait long. Once he killed Qin Tian and obtained the treasures on his body, he could use those dozens of Immortal Venerable artifacts to heal his injuries, and perhaps even replenish his lifespan, restoring his virility.
Therefore, he didn't think much of it, only coughing lightly and saying in a deep voice, "You've worked hard these past years. After this is accomplished, I will certainly not treat you unfairly."
"Hmph... If there's nothing else... Your Majesty, please return... I still need to... umm... cultivate..." Lan Yuhui gasped, forcing herself to answer.
But just then, Qin Tian suddenly thrust forward, his entire penis plunging deep into her honeyed cave, striking her very core.
Lan Yuhui could no longer hold back, letting out a long-suppressed moan. Her body trembled violently, and a gush of hot fluid erupted from deep within her vagina—she had reached orgasm on the spot.
Huo Xiuhong vaguely sensed that Lan Yuhui's condition was abnormal, but he didn't want to think about it too much.
He coldly snorted, "I'll give you three days. In three days, I want to hear news of your success."
After saying that, he turned to leave, but then stopped and turned back, saying, "Don't disappoint me, or you know the consequences!"
Lan Yuhui's eyes were fixed on Huo Xiuhong's back, her hands gripping the curtain tightly. Her whole body swayed back and forth, her cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes filled with hatred and resentment, yet unable to conceal her intense allure.
Just as he was about to leave, Qin Tian suddenly ripped off the curtain, completely exposing Lan Yuhui.
Her lower body was naked, her plump buttocks raised high, her flesh covered with Qin Tian's finger marks and red, swollen welts from being slapped.
Qin Tian stood behind her, his enormous penis firmly buried inside her honeypot.
"That old bastard's gone, no need to hold back anymore."
Qin Tian chuckled, patting her buttocks. "You slut, tell me, what kind of drug are you going to give me? Haha."
Qin Tian laughed loudly, thrusting again, his penis pumping in and out like a storm, creating a chorus of lascivious sounds.
Lan Yuhui moaned wantonly, her body completely unleashed under Qin Tian's thrusts, her voluptuous flesh gleaming alluringly in the candlelight.
She glanced back at Qin Tian, her eyes alluring, and gasped, "He...he still thinks I listen to him...but he doesn't know I've already..."
Qin Tian leaned down, biting her earlobe, and whispered, "You've already been fucked to your wits' end, haven't you?" His hand slid to her breasts, grabbing and kneading her large breasts roughly, pinching and twisting her nipples, causing Lan Yu Hui's body to tremble violently, and she climaxed again.
The sounds of lewd moans echoed throughout the palace, but Huo Xiu Hong had already gone far away, completely unaware that his empress had already succumbed to another man's groin.
Three days later.
"Your Majesty, the matter is accomplished." Lan Yu Hui stood before Huo Xiu Hong, her eyes lowered, her voice soft and alluring, yet carrying a barely perceptible chill. "Qin Tian has been drugged and is now lying unconscious in the harem."
Upon hearing this, Huo Xiu Hong's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and a look of wild joy appeared on his aged face.
He slammed his hand on the dragon throne, laughing loudly, "Good! Good! Yu Hui, you have indeed not disappointed me!" He stood up and eagerly headed towards the inner palace, praising, "As expected of my Empress! If this succeeds, that brat's treasures will all be in my hands. At that time, I will surely regain my former glory and reach even greater heights!"
Lan Yu Hui smiled faintly, a slight upturn at the corners of her lips, but a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes.
She whispered, "Your Majesty, please come with me."
Having said that, she turned and led the way, her voluptuous figure swaying gracefully beneath her gauze skirt, her hips full and her waist supple, exuding a unique charm of a mature woman.
Huo Xiuhong followed closely behind, his heart filled with joy. His mind was already calculating how to dispose of Qin Tian's corpse and how to refine those treasures.
He had to make sure it was flawless; no one could discover that Qin Tian had died in the Qilin Imperial Dynasty.
If the forces behind Qin Tian investigated, he might also be buried alive.
The two passed through numerous palaces and finally arrived at a secluded bedroom deep within the inner palace.
The bedroom door was ajar, a thin white curtain hanging from within, obscuring the view.
Lan Yuhui stopped and turned to look at Huo Xiuhong, saying, "Your Majesty, Qin Tian is inside."
Huo Xiuhong rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming with even greater greed.
He nodded, strode forward, and abruptly pulled back the curtain, muttering, "My darling, my darling, from today onwards you're all mine!"
However, the moment the curtain was lifted, his smile froze, and he stood there, stunned, as if struck by lightning.
Behind the curtain was not Qin Tian, but a petite figure.
The figure was no more than 1.56 meters tall, yet possessed enormous breasts disproportionately large for her height.
That was his daughter, Huo Lin'er.
At this moment, Huo Lin'er was dressed in an outfit even more lewd than that of a prostitute in a brothel. The gossamer-thin gauze clung tightly to her delicate body, with an exaggeratedly large opening at the chest, completely exposing her enormous breasts.
Even more astonishing was that each of her nipples bore a nipple ring, from which hung a lustrous, round pearl, radiating a soft glow. It was clearly not an ordinary object, and it swayed gently with her breath, emitting a delicate tinkling sound. Huo Xiuhong stared at his daughter in disbelief, his throat tightening as he let out a low growl: "Lin'er, you... what's wrong with you? Why are you here? And what's with these clothes?!"
He abruptly turned to Lan Yuhui, his eyes filled with confusion and anger. "Yuhui, what's going on? Where's Qin Tian?"
Lan Yuhui stood to the side, arms crossed, coldly watching him without speaking.
Meanwhile, Huo Lin'er giggled, her large breasts swaying as she approached Huo Xiuhong.
She stopped in front of him, raised her head, revealing a pure yet somewhat lewd face, and mocked, "Father, you don't know, do you? I'm no longer your obedient daughter. I'm now Godfather's sex slave, being fucked to death by him in the harem every day."
She deliberately shook the nipple rings on her chest, the pearl pendants gleaming lewdly in the candlelight. "Father, look how pretty these pendants on my nipples are! They're a gift from Godfather, I love them!"
Huo Xiuhong's vision blurred, his blood surged, and he almost lost his balance. He pointed at Huo Lin'er, his voice trembling, "You...what are you saying?"
A cold glint flashed in Huo Lin'er's eyes, but her face still wore that innocent smile as she continued, "Father, stop pretending. I know everything you've done."
"Why did the Blood Lotus Sect know my location? Why did the Phoenix Immortal Kingdom openly hunt me down? Do you think I really know nothing?"
Huo Lin'er continued, "Father took their bribes, didn't he? He even sold his own daughter for profit. Well, to you, I'm just one of your offspring; losing one or having one more makes no difference."
Huo Xiuhong's eyes were bloodshot, his chest heaving violently, almost spitting out blood.
He roared, "Why? Why did you betray me?" His gaze was fixed on Lan Yuhui and Huo Lin'er.
Lan Yuhui finally spoke. She slowly stepped forward, her voluptuous body exuding a strong allure.
She sneered, staring at Huo Xiuhong, "Why? You still have the nerve to ask me why? Huo Xiuhong, you old bastard, you forcibly took me into the palace, killed my family, destroyed my sect, all to satisfy your despicable desires. Did you really think I willingly became your empress? I wish you were dead!"
Huo Xiuhong froze, the scene from years ago flashing through his mind.
Back then, Lan Yuhui was a renowned beauty, of noble birth and possessing considerable cultivation, yet he took a liking to her and forcibly abducted her to the imperial court.
He slaughtered her entire family, wiped out her clan, imprisoned her in the harem, and forced her to submit.
He had long forgotten that past, but he never expected it would become the root of her betrayal today.
Lan Yuhui continued, "You old bastard, not only have you committed countless evil deeds, but you still can't satisfy me. Day after day, I'm nothing but a walking corpse beside you, until Lin'er brought Young Master Qin."
As she said this, a hint of tenderness flashed in her eyes, "Young Master Qin has allowed me to rediscover the joy of being a woman. His strength, his gentleness, his methods… in every way, he surpasses you a thousandfold. These past few days, Lin'er and I have long been completely submissive to him, willingly becoming his women."
Huo Xiuhong trembled with rage, his eyes bloodshot, roaring, "You sluts! You two sluts!"
He could no longer restrain himself, suddenly raising his hand, a ball of blazing Qilin True Fire condensing in his palm, and striking towards Lan Yuhui.
However, the moment his hand rose, a sword light flashed, so fast that no one could react.
"Swoosh!!!" Blood splattered, Huo Xiuhong's arms and legs were severed at the root, blood gushing out.
He let out a heart-wrenching scream, collapsing to the ground, writhing in agony.
The excruciating pain from his severed limbs nearly made him faint.
Qin Tian walked in unhurriedly, clad in a black robe, a blood-dripping longsword in his hand, a cold smile playing on his lips.
He walked to Lan Yuhui's side, one arm around her waist, pulling her voluptuous body into his embrace, and whispered in her ear, "Well done, you slut."
Lan Yuhui smiled coquettishly, pressing her large breasts against Qin Tian's chest, and said softly, "Young Master, it's all for you." Her eyes were filled with adoration and lust, all traces of her former affection for Huo Xiuhong gone.
Lying in a pool of blood, Huo Xiuhong stared at Qin Tian with bloodshot eyes, hoarsely roaring, "Qin Tian! You...you beast! I treated you well...you...you repay kindness with enmity!"
Qin Tian smiled coldly, looking down at Huo Xiuhong, and mocked, "Old man, you're really pathetic. I've ravaged your wife and daughter, yet you're still dreaming of seizing treasure."
A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes as he said, "But don't worry, I won't let you die too quickly. The show has only just begun."
At this moment, Huo Lin'er skipped over, her small body pressed against Qin Tian's other side.
She puffed out her chest, offering her enormous breasts to Qin Tian, and said coquettishly, "Godfather, did Mother and I do a good job?"
Qin Tian chuckled, reaching out to grab Huo Lin'er's breasts and kneading them wantonly, his fingertips playing with the nipple rings. He praised, "As expected of my goddaughter, Lin'er, you and your mother did a great job." He then squeezed hard, and Huo Lin'er let out a seductive moan, her face filled with ecstasy.
Huo Xiuhong lay on the ground, his eyes bloodshot as he watched this scene.
His wife was held in Qin Tian's arms, her face flushed with desire; his daughter offered her breasts to Qin Tian, moaning wildly.
And he himself, with his limbs broken, could only roar in helpless rage.
His heart was breaking, a torrent of anger and humiliation culminating in a desperate roar: "Qin Tian! I'll haunt you even as a ghost! And you two bitches too!"
Qin Tian laughed heartily, embracing Lan Yuhui and Huo Lin'er, and turned to walk towards the bed.
Without turning back, he tossed out a sentence: "Old man, just watch. Watch how I fuck your woman, play with your daughter, your empire, your treasures—they'll all be mine!"
With that, he shoved Lan Yuhui onto the bed, lifting her skirt to reveal a patch of white, fleshy buttocks.
Huo Lin'er, meanwhile, crawled beneath him, unzipping his trousers to reveal his thick, enormous member.
Huo Xiuhong stared, his eyes bloodshot, as Qin Tian pinned Lan Yuhui down, his penis pounding into her wetness, accompanied by a series of lascivious, wet sounds.
Huo Lin'er knelt beside him, her small mouth opening to suck on Qin Tian's scrotum, making smacking sounds.
The bedroom was filled with lewd moans and cries, while he could only lie in a pool of blood, experiencing endless pain and despair.
The air in the harem bedroom was thick with the stench of blood and a decadent atmosphere.
Huo Xiuhong lay in a pool of blood, his limbs severed, crimson blood gushing from the wounds, staining his magnificent imperial robes a mess.
His bloodshot eyes stared, a hoarse roar escaping his throat, a mixture of anger and pain, yet powerless to change the scene before him.
On the bed, Qin Tian lay naked from the waist up, his muscles hard as iron, radiating an invisible pressure.
His enormous penis stood erect, like a ferocious weapon, now thrusting fiercely into the depths of Lan Yuhui's wet, honeyed orifice.
Lan Yuhui lay supine on the bed, her voluptuous body completely exposed. Her enormous breasts swayed violently with each thrust of Qin Tian, their waves crashing, sweat trickling down her skin and soaking the brocade quilt beneath her.
Her legs were hoisted onto Qin Tian's shoulders, her thighs glistening with sticky, lustful fluid. Her swollen vulva was stretched taut, the opening opening and closing with each thrust of his penis, making soft, lewd "plop, plop" sounds.
"Ah...Young Master...harder...fuck me to death..." Lan Yuhui moaned wantonly, her eyes glazed, her face flushed, already lost in endless pleasure.
She bit her lower lip, a foolish smile playing on her lips, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her knuckles white from the effort.
Meanwhile, Huo Lin'er knelt beside Qin Tian, her small body pressed against the bed, her enormous breasts disproportionately large for her height.
She opened her cherry-like mouth and took Qin Tian's scrotum into her mouth, her nimble tongue licking it, making soft, wet sounds.
Her nipple rings jingled as they swayed, the pearl pendants gently tapping against each other, adding to the lewd atmosphere.
While licking, she raised her head, looking at Qin Tian with her innocent yet seductive eyes, and said coquettishly, "Godfather, Lin'er's cunt wants it too... hurry up and fuck me..."
Qin Tian chuckled, slapped Huo Lin'er's plump buttocks, and thrust his penis forward, slamming it into her clitoris, eliciting a high-pitched moan from Lan Yuhui.
He sneered at Huo Lin'er, "Little slut, what's the rush? I'll satisfy your mother first, then I'll feed you!"
With that, he grabbed Lan Yuhui's large breasts with both hands, kneading them roughly, pinching her nipples with his fingertips. Lan Yuhui's body trembled violently, a gush of hot fluid gushing from deep within her honeyed orifice—she had reached another climax.
Huo Xiuhong lay in a pool of blood, watching this scene unfold, a heart-wrenching roar erupting from his throat: "Bitch! Beast! You'll all die a horrible death!"
His voice was hoarse and desperate, his eyes bloodshot, almost bulging with blood. However, his roar seemed to the three men as a kind of accompaniment, Qin Tian's thrusting became more intense, Lan Yuhui's moans grew louder, and Huo Lin'er's panting became more wanton.
Qin Tian flipped Lan Yuhui over, making her lie face down on the bed, her plump buttocks raised high.
He stood behind her, his penis aimed at her slick, wet cunt, and thrust in again.
Lan Yuhui's buttocks slapped loudly with each impact, each thrust drawing out a gush of vaginal fluid that dripped onto the bedside, flowing down the floor and into Huo Xiuhong's pool of blood.
She turned to look at Qin Tian, her eyes glazed with desire, panting, "Young Master...you're so strong...you're fucking me so good...I love it...ah...Young Master's big penis...big penis..."
At the same time, Huo Lin'er was also burning with desire, her cunt itching unbearably. She crawled to Lan Yuhui's side, spreading her legs to reveal her pink cunt.
She reached out and parted her labia, revealing her wet opening, and said coquettishly, "Godfather, Mother's had her fill, isn't it my turn now?"
Qin Tian chuckled, withdrew his penis, now dripping with Lan Yuhui's vaginal fluid, turned, aimed at Huo Lin'er's cunt, and thrust it in all the way.
"Ah!!" Huo Lin'er let out a sharp, wanton cry, her small body stretched to its limit by Qin Tian's enormous member.
Her large breasts heaved violently, her nipple rings jingling, her pearl pendants swirling in a wanton arc.
Qin Tian gripped her slender waist, his penis thrusting in and out like a storm, each stroke piercing her core, drawing out streams of sticky fluid.
"Godfather...it's so big...fuck Lin'er to death...Lin'er loves Godfather the most..." Huo Lin'er moaned, her face filled with ecstasy, her eyes glazed, a trickle of saliva escaping her lips.
Lan Yuhui, panting beside her, watched her daughter being brutally ravaged by Qin Tian, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes.
She reached down and touched her own vulva, her fingertips teasing the swollen opening, whispering, "Young Master... how tight is Lin'er's vulva? How does it compare to mine?"
Qin Tian laughed, patting Huo Lin'er's buttocks, and whispered, "Both are tight, both are horny, each has its own flavor!" As he spoke, he quickened his pace, his penis thrusting in and out of Huo Lin'er's honeyed orifice, creating a series of "slap slap slap" sounds of flesh colliding.
Huo Xiuhong's roar gradually turned into a wail. He lay in a pool of blood, his voice weak but filled with despair: "Please... spare me... I was wrong..."
His tears mingled with blood, his face contorted in pain, but no one paid him any heed.
His pleas were nothing but a joke to the three men. Qin Tian even deliberately slowed his movements, allowing Huo Xiuhong a clearer view of how his penis entered and exited Huo Lin'er's vagina.
The three of them continued like this for an unknown amount of time.
Qin Tian took turns penetrating the mother and daughter on the bed, their moans almost never ceasing.
After an unknown amount of time, Lan Yuhui had experienced countless orgasms. She lay limp on the bed, covered in sweat, her vagina swollen and everted, thick white semen mixed with vaginal fluid slowly flowing out, staining the bed.
But Qin Tian remained energetic, venting his primal lust on Huo Lin'er.
Qin Tian turned to Lan Yuhui, picked up the long sword from beside the bed, and handed it to her, saying, "Yuhui, this old bastard is yours now. Will you take revenge yourself, or will I help you?"
"No need."
Lan Yuhui, panting, climbed out of bed, her naked body glistening alluringly in the candlelight.
She took the sword Qin Tian offered, gripped the hilt, and slowly stood up.
Her legs were weak, her vagina slightly opening and closing, thick semen dripping down her thighs, leaving a wet trail.
She walked step by step towards Huo Xiuhong, each step filled with boundless hatred.
Huo Xiuhong watched her approach, his eyes filled with terror.
He dragged his frail body, trying to retreat, but there was nowhere to escape. He could only plead hoarsely, "Yuhui... for the sake of our marriage... spare me... I was wrong, I was really wrong..." His voice trembled, tears mingling with blood streaming down his face, his expression one of utter despair.
Lan Yuhui stopped, coldly staring at him, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Marital affection? You've finally met your match? When my family knelt and begged for mercy, did you spare them?" Her voice was icy, a glint of pleasure in her eyes. "You slaughtered my entire family, wiped out my clan, imprisoned me in this palace, making my life a living hell. Now, you'll taste the bitterness of despair!"
Huo Xiuhong tried to say something more, but Lan Yuhui gave him no chance.
She raised her longsword high, a flash of light, and plunged it deep into Huo Xiuhong's chest.
Blood gushed out, Huo Xiuhong let out a short scream, his head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last.
His eyes were wide open, lying lifeless in a pool of blood.
Lan Yuhui stared at Huo Xiuhong's corpse, her thoughts racing.
The humiliation, pain, and hatred of those years were all released in that one sword strike.
She gasped for breath, the sword clattering to the ground, as if a tremendous weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
Behind her, Huo Lin'er's moans echoed again, interrupting her thoughts.
She turned her head and saw Huo Lin'er, her eyes rolled back, her small body limp on the bed, seemingly unconscious, after being fucked by Qin Tian.
Qin Tian slowly withdrew his penis, the massive member still erect and menacing, covered in Huo Lin'er's fluids.
Lan Yuhui smiled faintly, now completely free.
Huo Xiuhong was dead, her hatred gone; her world consisted only of the man before her and his penis.
She walked naked back to the bedside, her small hand gently touching Qin Tian's penis, her fingertips feeling its burning heat.
She pressed herself against Qin Tian, her large breasts pressing against his chest, the soft flesh creating a pair of delectable mounds.
She looked up and kissed Qin Tian's lips, saying seductively, "Young Master, now it's my turn to serve you."
Qin Tian chuckled, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pushed her down onto the bed, whispering, "Alright, let's see how many tricks you have up your sleeve, you slut." With that, he thrust his erect penis into Lan Yuhui's vagina again, eliciting a series of lascivious sounds.
On the bed, moans and groans echoed once more, while Huo Xiuhong's corpse lay silently in a pool of blood, witnessing everything.
One month later.
Qin Tian sat cross-legged amidst golden light. His injuries from the Water Immortal Realm had largely healed under the nourishment of spiritual energy.
One month ago, Lan Yuhui had slain Huo Xiuhong with her sword; the Qilin Imperial Dynasty was now under his control.
During this time, he was entangled with Lan Yuhui and Huo Lin'er day and night, relentlessly conquering their honeyed and anal orifices. In repeated climaxes, they were completely reduced to wanton female beasts, their moans echoing through the imperial palace every night.
Suddenly, the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the jade floor sounded behind Qin Tian, a light yet alluring rhythm. Lan Yuhui walked gracefully from behind him, her gauze skirt swaying with each step, a rich scent of musk mixed with perfume wafting towards him. Qin Tian's breathing unconsciously quickened slightly.
Lan Yuhui wore a thin gauze dress, so light it seemed weightless, clinging to her skin and outlining every inch of her voluptuous curves.
Her large breasts trembled, as if about to burst through the gauze skirt. Her areolas were faintly visible beneath the gauze, their pinkish hue captivating, the nipples erect, forming two prominent points.
Her ample hips swayed gracefully, her flesh trembling slightly. A sheer skirt clung to her, revealing glimpses of her deep cleft, exuding an aura of decadence.
Her long legs were encased in black stockings, the stockings gleaming faintly. Ten-inch heels, their tips studded with diamonds, clicked crisply, echoing through the hall.
She stopped, her red lips parting slightly. "Young Master Qin," she said, "everything is ready."
Lan Yuhui's voice was soft and alluring, tinged with a hint of hoarseness, as if still lingering from passion.
Qin Tian stood up, his muscular gait cracking slightly, like a low, dragon's roar.
He turned to look at Lan Yuhui, his gaze lingering on her alluring body, from her trembling breasts to her ample hips. He smiled faintly. "Go out."
Lan Yuhui followed closely behind, her long legs moving with each stride, her breasts swaying. Every inch of her was incredibly seductive.
Outside the door, Huo Lin'er stood gracefully beside the jade steps. Her figure was petite, yet her breasts were large and proudly erect. Her face was innocent, her eyes clear as water, yet with a hint of allure. Her lips glistened, captivating the eye.
Behind her stood over a hundred women, all exceptionally beautiful and talented, carefully selected by Lan Yuhui, and utterly loyal.
These women would accompany Lan Yuhui and Huo Lin'er into the forbidden area of the Qilin Dynasty, to the Primordial Divine Source, to become his future force against darkness.
This also meant that Qin Tian was about to part ways with them.
Lan Yuhui and Huo Lin'er simultaneously surrounded Qin Tian, their bodies pressed close together, their large breasts squeezing his chest. The soft touch transmitted through the thin veil was warm and elastic.
Their plump buttocks lightly brushed against his waist, their gauze skirts gliding against the back of his hands, bringing a silky feel.
The wind outside the hall began to whisper, as if a sigh of parting.
"Young Master, I'm reluctant to part..." Lan Yuhui whispered, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Godfather, Lin'er will wait for you to come back..." Huo Lin'er's voice was soft and sweet, filled with deep longing.
Qin Tian embraced them, his palms gliding over their waists and hips, feeling their fleshy warmth and smooth, jade-like skin—a sensation that was intoxicating.
He gently pinched Lan Yuhui's buttocks, causing her delicate body to tremble slightly, a soft moan escaping her throat, "Mmm...Young Master..." her voice soft and alluring, a mixture of reproach and resentment.
Huo Lin'er, not to be outdone, pressed her body even closer to him, her large breasts pressing against him, the cool nipple rings brushing against his chest through her robes, sending a shiver down her spine.
Mother and daughter's bodies went limp, as if they were about to collapse into his arms, both reluctant to face the impending separation.
Qin Tian said nothing, only lowered his head and kissed Lan Yuhui's red lips. Their lips and tongues intertwined, he sucked on the sweetness of her lips, his tongue teasing her, causing her breathing to become heavier, her delicate body to tremble slightly. Her waist twisted slightly, her gauze skirt slipping down an inch, revealing her fair waistline.
Qin Tian turned to Huo Lin'er and kissed her. The girl's lips were soft and carried a faint fragrance. His tongue lightly swept across them, and Huo Lin'er's body trembled, her panting becoming more rapid. She tiptoed to meet him, her nipple rings swaying, the pearl pendants jingling crisply, mingling with her low moans, both erotic and alluring.
The mother and daughter's panting rose and fell, intertwining, the air thick with intense desire.
"It's alright, we'll see each other again soon, someday in the future."
Lan Yuhui and Huo Lin'er nodded, gently wiping away their tears, reluctantly leaving.
They watched them enter the Primordial Divine Source until golden light engulfed their figures. After watching them leave, Qin Tian held a mask in his hand. The mask was covered in ferocious blood-red patterns, seemingly growling.
The moment the mask covered his face, his aura changed drastically. The golden light around him was swallowed by the blood energy, transforming into a dark red whirlwind that swept across the surroundings.
His figure merged into the darkness and vanished from the spot.
The Immortal Realm of Fire, the Fire Fusion Palace.
The Fire Fusion Palace stood within a volcano's crater. The raging flames danced like raging dragons, their crimson tongues greedily licking the void, yet they could never penetrate within three zhang of the black-robed figure, as if forcibly blocked by an invisible force.
Where his footsteps landed, the void beneath his feet trembled slightly, leaving behind scorched ripples, as if even space itself had been cracked by his footsteps.
"Fire Fusion Palace..."
His gaze slowly swept over the majestic palace complex before him. The crimson palaces soared into the clouds, seemingly forged from solidified magma. Fiery patterns flowed across the palace walls, radiating a suffocating pressure.
As a power on par with the overlords of the Fire Immortal Realm, yet now the palace was deserted.
His eyes, hidden behind the black robe and mask, narrowed slightly. He muttered to himself, "Have they already abandoned this place?"
The black-robed figure let out a cold laugh, a low, abrupt laugh, like a blade slicing through stone.
He didn't linger. His figure suddenly transformed into a black streak of light, heading straight for the depths of the Fire Fusion Palace.
Passing through layers of palaces, the void before him suddenly opened up, an endless expanse of darkness stretching out before him, as if splitting heaven and earth in two.
And in the center of that darkness, an ancient bridge spanned the void. The bridge was grayish-white, seemingly constructed from countless bones, each bone stained with mottled blood, exuding a suffocating aura of death. Embedded between the bones were numerous fragments of shattered immortal artifacts, faintly emanating an aura of decay, as if telling the story of countless immortals' demise.
This was the Nine Deaths Rebirth Bridge, one of the dark cradles!
The black-robed man's gaze sharpened, his pupils beneath the Asura mask slightly contracting.
He looked down at the scene below the bridge, a chilling sight: endless, translucent ghosts surged like a tide. They were of various forms; some were missing limbs, others had grotesque faces, black tears of blood flowing from their eyes.
They silently raised their heads, their empty eye sockets "gazing" at the bridge surface, their lips slightly parted, as if silently murmuring something.
Some stretched out withered claws, grasping at the void, their fingertips drawing out streaks of black energy; others whispered broken immortal incantations, their voices faint as insect chirps, sometimes sharp as a shriek, sometimes low as a sob, as if summoning the living on the bridge.
Occasionally, ghosts would attempt to climb the bridge's edge, only to be crushed to dust by an invisible force, their piercing screams echoing in the darkness, sending chills down one's spine.
"The seal has indeed loosened..."
Qin Tian stepped onto the bridge. His boots trembled slightly as they touched the bone bridge, as if the entire structure were alive and breathing.
He moved forward step by step, his eyes beneath the Asura mask fixed on what lay ahead.
Suddenly, he paused, his brow furrowing slightly.
"A restriction?"
Almost simultaneously, the bridge beneath his feet suddenly blazed with a blinding red light. Countless runes, like chains, emerged from the void, radiating intense heat and instantly enveloping him!
The chains clashed, producing a clanging metallic sound, the air distorted by the heat, and a faint smell of burning filled the air.
"Boom!!"
The black-robed figure reacted with lightning speed. His black sword was drawn, its blade as black as an abyss, its light like a prison, instantly splitting into countless afterimages. Each afterimage, like a living being, slashed at the surrounding restrictions.
Sword energy crisscrossed, sparks flew, and as the sword shadows swept across, deep grooves were carved into the surface of the bone bridge. Dust filled the air, the void trembled, and the bones on the bridge were pulverized by the sword wind, turning into scattered white ash.
Yet the restrictions remained unmoved. The red light intensified, the chains tightened, even emitting a low hum, as if to crush him within them.
"Heh, this is a Heaven-Burning Immortal-Locking Array with three thousand layers stacked on top of each other. I was really worried it wouldn't be able to trap you, but it seems I was overthinking it."
An aged voice came from the mist, tinged with mockery.
The man in black robes looked up and saw the thick fog in the center of the bridge slowly dissipating, revealing an old man.
The old man's hair and beard were all crimson, dancing wildly like flames. His face was withered like rotten wood, his eye sockets deep-set, yet his eyes burned with a piercing light, as if containing the power to incinerate heaven and earth.
"The Palace Master of Fire Fusion Palace?" Qin Tian asked coldly, making no attempt to conceal his killing intent.
The old man shook his head, his withered lips moving slightly as he let out a sigh: "I am merely the bridge guardian. Fire Fusion Palace... has already withdrawn."
"It seems you abandoned the seal here, just to wait for me?" Qin Tian narrowed his eyes, a cold light flashing in his blood-red pupils.
"Not bad." The old man sneered, his lips parting to reveal a mouthful of yellowed teeth. "You think we'd be so foolish as to be unprepared after breaking through the seals of the Blood and Flesh Palace and the Endless Sea of Bones? The Five Immortal Realms have already agreed to abandon the seal of the Nine Deaths Bridge of Rebirth, making this place... your final resting place!"
"Old man, you want to detonate the sealing formation?!" Qin Tian's bloodshot eyes narrowed, his voice rising sharply.
The old man threw his head back and laughed, his figure gradually blurring. His laughter echoed in the mist, his body turning into wisps of red smoke and dissipating, his voice growing ever sharper: "You guessed right! If you can leave alive, you'll definitely go to the Golden Immortal Realm, won't you? That's the last sealed place. We've prepared a great gift for you there!"
Before he finished speaking, the runes on the entire bridge lit up simultaneously, crimson light erupting like molten lava. Terrifying shockwaves swept in like a tsunami, the bridge surface trembled violently, and even the surrounding darkness was torn apart with cracks.
"Damn it, these old bastards!"
The black-robed man roared, and over thirty Immortal Venerable artifacts flew from his sleeves—swords, spears, halberds, bells, cauldrons, and furnaces—transforming into layers of light barriers protecting him. Each artifact shimmered with dazzling light, its immortal power surging, attempting to withstand the terrifying impact.
Simultaneously, a black sword was held horizontally before his chest, its blade trembling slightly, as if humming. He channeled his immortal power to its limit, his body surrounded by churning black energy, like a demon descending to earth.
However…
"Boom!!!"
Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, the Heaven-Burning Immortal-Locking Array completely detonated! Crimson light devoured everything, and over thirty Immortal Venerable artifacts shattered one after another, turning into dust that scattered like meteors, creating countless scorched craters.
The black sword snapped with a "crack," blinding sparks flying from the broken edge.
Qin Tian was struck dumb, a tightness in his chest, blood gushing out. The violent shockwave sent him flying, tumbling several times in the air. His robes were torn to shreds, and a gruesome crack appeared on his Asura mask.
As the mist dissipated, countless figures began to emerge at the other end of the bridge—numerous ghosts, each possessing an aura no weaker than a Celestial Venerable! They marched forward, their steps as disciplined as a military formation, eerie green flames burning in their empty eye sockets, gripping broken weapons, emitting low growls.
On the other side of the bridge lay the world of the dead. The self-destruction of the seal seemed to have opened the gateway between life and death.
The tide of souls beneath the bridge surged forth like a flood. Wherever it passed, the mountains and rivers of the Fire Immortal Realm withered instantly. Crimson mountains crumbled to ash, rivers evaporated, and living beings wailed as they turned to dust, not even a wisp of their souls escaping.
Ashes scattered, the sky turning a deathly gray, even the last trace of crimson was swallowed, leaving only endless darkness and silence.
...
"Bang!"
The black robe crashed heavily onto a barren wasteland, creating a deep crater and sending dust billowing.
His bones were shattered, blood seeping from beneath his robe, staining the scorched earth red. A crack appeared in his Asura mask, revealing half a pale, paper-white face, a trace of crimson blood at the corner of his mouth.
"Heh… Damn it, I've capsized…"
He chuckled softly, his voice hoarse and weak, tinged with self-mockery.
Before the laughter subsided, his eyelids drooped, and he finally succumbed, unconscious, his body collapsing into a pool of blood, his breath barely a whisper.
...
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of light, hurried footsteps echoed across the wasteland.
Several figures slowly approached, stopping beside Qin Tian and examining the "corpse."
"Tsk tsk, this guy... such strong blood energy!" a hoarse voice rang out, tinged with greed. "Although it seems completely dead, the bones still retain warmth. Taking it back, the Corpse Master will surely be satisfied..."
Another voice added sinisterly, "Heh heh, such strong blood energy, probably a Celestial Venerable level being. Refining it into a corpse puppet, tsk, that would be incredible!"
The group exchanged glances, then without hesitation bent down, lifted the corpse before them, and carried it towards the distant valley shrouded in black mist.
...
After an unknown amount of time, Qin Tian was awakened by a sharp pain. When he opened his eyes, everything before him was crimson, as if the entire world had been soaked in blood.
He struggled to sit up and looked down to find himself submerged in thick, gelatinous blood. The scarlet liquid churned slowly, gleaming eerily, so viscous it seemed to threaten to engulf him.
Countless fine, hair-like crimson tentacles emerged from the blood, coiling around his limbs. The tentacles writhed, greedily burrowing into his flesh like living creatures, drawing warmth and life from his blood.
"This corpse... is extraordinary." A hoarse voice came from outside the altar, carrying a sinister laugh that seemed to be squeezed from deep within the throat. "The flesh and blood are plump, the life force hasn't dissipated. The Corpse Master will surely be satisfied with this top-grade material."
"Heh heh, after being refined into a blood corpse, it might be able to rival a Celestial Venerable-level zombie." Another person chimed in, their voice shrill and lewd. "This kid's death was worthwhile. To be chosen by our Yin Corpse Sect is quite his good fortune."
"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up. This corpse clearly still has life. If it turns into a zombie, we'll be in trouble." The owner of the hoarse voice snapped, a hint of panic in his tone.
Upon hearing this, Qin Tian's eyes flashed with cold light. He glanced down at the bloodstains wrapped around his arm, feeling the slight stinging and sucking sensation. A cold smile slowly curled at the corner of his mouth, carrying a hint of mockery and killing intent.
He never expected to be brought back as a corpse for corpse refining.
These people really are courting death.
*Boom!*
With a deafening roar, the blood altar shattered, thick blood gushing out like a burst dam, splattering in all directions and sizzling as it hit the ground.
The blood threads binding him snapped inch by inch, each break releasing a fine mist of blood, carrying a pungent stench. The severed points emitted sharp, piercing screams, like the agony of a creature being torn apart.
The two Yin Corpse Sect disciples outside the altar hadn't even reacted. They only saw a cloud of blood before their eyes, and in the next instant, a black shadow flashed out like a ghost, so fast it was almost invisible.
Before they could even cry out, they felt a chill on their necks, their heads flying high, blood gushing out like pillars, their eyes still filled with terror and bewilderment.
Qin Tian slowly straightened up, bent down, and with a flick of his wrist, the broken black sword leaped from the pool of blood. Though incomplete, the blade reflected a chilling glint in the moonlight, its killing intent undiminished.
He glanced down at the remaining streaks of blood on his body; the severed tendrils were still twitching slightly, trying to burrow back into his skin.
He frowned slightly, a flicker of disgust crossing his eyes. With a flick of his wrist, sword energy erupted, shattering the remaining streaks of blood into dust.
"The Yin Corpse Sect..." he murmured, his tone cold and tinged with mockery, "They certainly know how to pick a spot."
Qin Tian stepped out of the room and looked around. In the distance, a stone tablet lay half-fallen, its inscription obscured by blood, only the characters "Yin Corpse" faintly discernible.
Countless coffins were scattered throughout the sect grounds. Some lids were ajar, revealing shriveled corpses within; others were tightly closed, yet the faint sound of fingernails scraping against the wood could be heard, as if something was struggling to escape from within.
The air was thick with the stench of decay and blood, a pungent, nauseating stench that made even breathing difficult.
In the distance, several patrolling Yin Corpse Sect disciples noticed the commotion of the exploding blood altar and rushed over. Their expressions changed drastically the moment they saw Qin Tian, their pupils constricting as if they had witnessed something unbelievable.
"A…a zombie?!" one disciple's voice trembled, and he involuntarily took a half-step back.
"How can a dead person come out of the blood altar?" another exclaimed, his voice shrill with fear. "No! He's alive!"
"Never mind, kill him!" a third disciple growled through gritted teeth, gripping the corpse talisman tightly, waiting for his chance to strike.
Qin Tian didn't bother with their words. He held his broken sword horizontally, the blade trembling slightly and emitting a low hum.
The sword light suddenly erupted, like the gates of hell opening!
"Whoosh!!"
Dozens of sword shadows suddenly appeared in the void, each as agile as a living creature, carrying a sharpness capable of tearing through anything, whistling as they slashed towards the disciples.
Where the sword shadows swept past, the air was sliced open with fine cracks, emitting sharp explosions; the ground was slashed with several charred fissures, dust billowing up.
The disciples didn't even have time to scream before they were shredded into a cloud of blood mist by the sword light, limbs and severed parts falling to the ground, instantly turning into a pool of indistinct flesh.
One man becomes an army, his sword strikes bring no life!
Within the Yin Corpse Sect, the alarm bells rang loudly, their sharp tones piercing the night sky and echoing among the mountains of corpses.
Countless disciples surged out from all directions, wielding bone banners, corpse talismans, and even riding their concocted zombies, surging towards Qin Tian like a tidal wave.
Their footsteps were chaotic and hurried, crunching on the broken bones on the ground with a teeth-grinding sound.
In the air, a chilling wind whipped up wisps of black mist, obscuring the sky and moon, a chilling atmosphere thick with killing intent.
"Who dares to trespass upon my Corpse Sect?!" An elder strode forward, his voice booming like thunder. He swung his bone banner sharply, instantly unleashing a howling wind and churning black mist.
From the ground came a low rumble, as dozens of iron corpses burst from the earth, their bodies a metallic blue, emitting a pungent stench of decay.
They roared and charged towards Qin Tian, their claws whipping up gusts of foul wind, leaving deep dents in the ground.
Qin Tian's eyes were cold as ice. He slowly raised his broken sword, its blade pointing at the group of iron corpses, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
"Buzz!!"
The sword's cry pierced the air like a dragon's roar. In an instant, countless sword shadows multiplied, each phantom striking with a tangible force, the sword energy crisscrossing like a net of death.
Before the iron corpse could even get close, it was shredded to pieces by the sword light, limbs flying everywhere, and bluish-gray flesh scattered on the ground with a dull thud.
The elder's pupils constricted, his face filled with disbelief. Before he could even wave his bone banner to retreat, Qin Tian had already stepped in front of him, the broken sword striking like a venomous snake, piercing his chest with pinpoint accuracy.
He opened his mouth to scream, but only a hoarse gasp escaped his throat. Sword energy erupted instantly, tearing through flesh and blood, shattering his body and soul together, turning them into a cloud of blood mist and dissipating.
"Kill! Form the array! Form the Ten Thousand Corpse Array!" a disciple roared hoarsely, his voice shrill with fear.
Deep within the Yin Corpse Sect, coffins exploded with a deafening roar, splintering wood, and hundreds of zombies burst forth, their movements stiff yet incredibly swift.
They swiftly formed a corpse array, their malevolent energy soaring skyward, coalescing into a gigantic ghostly hand. Black mist swirled, blotting out the sun, and with an aura of annihilation, it pressed down fiercely upon Qin Tian.
Qin Tian coldly snorted, his body remaining motionless, but his sword aura suddenly shifted, his killing intent surging forth like a tidal wave!
"Ten Thousand Shadows Return to One!"
Countless sword shadows abruptly merged into one, transforming into a jet-black sword beam, its blade faintly wreathed in crimson patterns, descending like divine punishment.
The ghostly hand was utterly vulnerable to the sword beam, shattering instantly. The corpse array disintegrated, and hundreds of zombies vanished into ashes in the sword light, scattering into the eerie wind.
As the sword beam struck, the aftershocks cracked nearby coffins, revealing broken bones covered in fine cracks, as if they might turn to dust at any moment.
The disciples of the Yin Corpse Sect paled in horror, their bone banners trembling uncontrollably, their steps involuntarily retreating.
One disciple dropped his banner and turned to run, only to be tripped by his companion and fall into a pool of blood, groaning in pain as blood soaked his robes.
"What...what kind of swordsmanship is this?!" a disciple's voice trembled, his eyes filled with terror.
"Quickly, summon the Corpse Master! This person is beyond our ability to stop!" another screamed, turning to run, but was struck by the aftershocks of the flying sword energy and instantly exploded into a bloody mist.
But just then...
Deep within the Yin Corpse Sect, the stone door of a blood-red hall suddenly swung open, the heavy sound like thunder rolling across the ground, causing it to tremble slightly.
"Who...disturbs my peaceful cultivation?"
A cold and deep female voice came from within the hall, carrying a hint of languor and disdain. Then, a woman in a blood-red dress appeared before Qin Tian.
The Corpse Master of the Yin Corpse Sect!
Qin Tian narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing her from head to toe.
"A woman?" His tone held a hint of surprise, then he scoffed, "Whatever, they'll all be corpses soon enough."
Upon hearing this, the Corpse Master's eyes flashed with a cold light, a chilling smile playing on her lips: "Such arrogance, brat."
With a flick of her sleeve, seven pitch-black coffins flew out from the depths of the hall, crashing to the ground with a deafening roar, the coffin lids creaking open with a piercing scraping sound.
Seven terrifyingly powerful zombies slowly rose, radiating a suffocating pressure, their corpse aura soaring into the sky, seemingly threatening to engulf the entire sect.
Black liquid seeped from the eye sockets of the rotting corpses, dripping onto the ground and emitting white smoke, filling the air with a pungent, acrid stench.
"Rotting Bone Corpse, Soul-Devouring Corpse, Sky-Splitting Corpse, Blood Fiend Corpse, Illusionary Heart Corpse, Vajra Corpse, Netherworld Corpse..." The Corpse Master extended her slender fingers, gently stroking the cheek of one of the zombies. Her fingertips traced the withered skin, producing a soft rustling sound.
She spoke in a low, eerie voice, "My seven Immortal Venerable-level corpse puppets, today I'll show you... the fate of daring to enter my Yin Corpse Sect!"
Qin Tian gripped his broken sword, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit, yet a wild smile played on his lips.
"Perfect, I'll use you for dual cultivation to recover."
The battle erupted instantly.
The Rotting Bone Corpse struck first, its withered body trembling violently, spewing forth a thick black mist that corroded even the air in its path, emitting a sizzling sound.
Qin Tian coldly snorted, his broken sword slashing horizontally, the sword light like a rainbow, but upon touching the black mist, it was corroded, its sharpness dimmed, its power greatly reduced.
He frowned slightly, his foot stomping forward as he retreated with lightning speed, avoiding the black mist.
The Soul-Devouring Corpse silently approached, its withered lips splitting into a strange arc. With a sudden inhale, Qin Tian felt his soul tremble, as if it were being forcibly torn from his body.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and a roar erupted from his throat: "Get lost!" His immortal power surged like a torrent, instantly stabilizing his soul. He swung his sword backhand, the sword energy like thunder, violently forcing the Soul-Devouring Corpse back several steps, crashing it into a broken coffin, shattering the coffin into pieces.
The Sky-Splitting Corpse tore at the ground with its claws.
The Blood Fiend Corpse grew increasingly ferocious.
The Vajra Corpse's body was as hard as iron, withstanding sword strikes without injury.
The Netherworld Corpse vanished into the shadows, its aura appearing and disappearing, waiting for its chance to deliver a fatal blow!
The seven corpses surrounded him, their attacks like a tidal wave. Qin Tian was momentarily at a disadvantage; his sword light, though sharp, was suppressed layer by layer.
The Corpse Master stood at a distance, arms crossed, coldly sneering, "You can be proud of forcing me to use my seven corpses… but now, it's time to end this!"
She swiftly formed hand seals, her fingertips flashing with blood-red light. The seven corpses simultaneously erupted, unleashing their deadly attacks. Black mist, cracks, and illusions intertwined, forming a deathly domain that pressed directly towards Qin Tian!
Qin Tian suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with madness.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes blazing with blood-red light, his body surging with black energy, like a demon descending upon the world.
The broken sword in his hand hummed incessantly, miraculously repairing itself. Blood-red light flowed from the broken point, transforming it into a jet-black longsword, its blade wreathed in scarlet blood patterns, radiating a chilling killing intent.
"The way these seven corpses work together has surprised me somewhat, but I've found their weakness."
"Now, one sword strike is enough."
He shouted, and his longsword slashed out fiercely!
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!..."
Seven muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously. The seven zombies froze abruptly. The next second, their chests split open, the crystal cores hidden within them pierced by the sword, bursting forth with blinding blood light, shattering completely!
The Corpse Master's expression changed drastically, her pupils contracted, her face filled with disbelief: "Impossible! How could you..."
Qin Tian stepped in front of her, his longsword held against her throat, the blade cold, trembling slightly against her skin.
He leaned closer, his eyes blazing with killing intent, and coldly said, "Now, it's your turn."
The Corpse Master gritted her teeth, a ruthless glint in her eyes. She bit her tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence. A flash of blood light, and she used a blood escape technique to try and flee. Qin Tian, however, had anticipated this. His hand shot out like an iron clamp, grabbing her hair and slamming her to the ground.
The ground cracked, dust billowed, and her long dress was torn open, revealing a large expanse of porcelain-white skin. Her full hips trembled slightly beneath the hem, their curves alluring.
"Trying to run?" Qin Tian sneered, his sword flashing, blood gleaming. "Too late."
"You!" The Corpse Master's voice trembled, filled with anger and humiliation, her green eyes blazing with fury. "I am the master of the Yin Corpse Sect! How dare you humiliate me like this?!"
"Humiliate?" Qin Tian scoffed, his longsword flashing, the blade slicing through her skirt. The gossamer-thin fabric tore open, shards falling to reveal the smooth, jade-like base of her thighs.
A greedy glint flashed in his eyes. He leaned down, his rough hand gripping her chin, forcing her to lift her head.
Qin Tian sneered, his hand tearing the blood-red dress to shreds. Her full breasts bounced out, nipples hardening in the cold air, goosebumps rising on her snow-white skin.