Zhang Tian stared into the swirling abyss of the canyon, the smell of ozone sharp in his nostrils. The sheer, relentless violence of the lightning storm was impressive.
"Well," he said, his voice calm, "at least we don't have to worry about running into any patrols down there. I doubt even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan enjoys taking a casual stroll through that."
The descent was the first challenge. The path was narrow, treacherous, and slick with rain. As they got closer to the canyon floor, the random arcs of lightning became more frequent, snapping dangerously close.
Ah Yin stepped forward, her "maid" persona held firmly in place, but her actions spoke of pure power. "Master, Young Misses, everyone… please stay close."
A vibrant crimson light, instantly disguised as a common blue, erupted from her. Her Blood Silver Grass shot out, weaving a complex, sturdy dome over the entire party.
CRACKLE-BOOM!
A stray bolt of lightning, far thicker than a man's waist, broke from the main storm and slammed directly into their new shield.
The dome shuddered violently, the light flickering, but Ah Yin didn't even grunt. The blue grass vines absorbed the impact, channeling the electrical energy harmlessly across the surface and into the ground.
Qian Renxue watched, her violet eyes narrowing. 'That's… Level 88 power. Used purely defensively. And the structure of that dome… it's ridiculously durable.'
"Uncles," Qian Renxue ordered, seeing the drain this must be putting on Ah Yin. "Lend her your spirit power. Maintain the shield. Ah Yin, you focus only on the structure and our camouflage."
"Yes, Young Miss," She Long and Ci Xue grumbled. They moved closer, placing their hands on the vibrating dome and pouring their own vast reserves of Titled Douluo spirit power into the construct.
They were, frankly, amazed. The structure of this plant-spirit defense was unlike anything they had ever seen. It was flexible, yet tougher than steel, and it dispersed energy with terrifying efficiency.
'This damn maid really could give us trouble,' Ci Xue thought, remembering Zhang Tian's insult in the tea house. It made him even grumpier to have to admit the boy might have been right.
With the protective dome secured, their procession looked like a small, shimmering blue bubble gliding through the black, desolate landscape of the canyon floor. Qian Renxue took the lead, consulting a detailed map she produced from her storage tool.
"The information came from a teacher at Thunderclap Academy," she explained, her voice professional. "He paid the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan a fortune for access and hunt the beast here. He was hunting a Twin Horned Thunder Serpent of around eighteen-thousand years old of age and stumbled into this Thunder Hell Prison Vine's territory. He said it was faster than lightning and its body was spread over large number of vines. He barely escaped with his life."
As they walked, Ning Rongrong, now feeling safe and getting a little bored, leaned heavily against Zhang Tian's side. "Husband, my feet are getting tired from walking on all this bumpy rock," she complained softly.
Zhang Tian just chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her tight against his hip. "We've barely been walking an hour."
"But it's such hard work. I need some support," she pouted, tilting her head up. He leaned down and gave her a quick, soft kiss.
Qian Renxue, walking just ahead, saw the entire exchange reflected in a puddle of water. Her grip on her map tightened, her knuckles turning white.
Zhu Zhuqing, not to be outdone, moved to his other side. "Your robes are dusty from the journey, husband," she murmured. She began brushing off his shoulders, her hands lingering far too long, her fingers tracing his chest muscles, her large breasts "accidentally" pressing firmly into his arm with every movement.
Qian Renxue let out an almost inaudible huff of frustration.
Ah Yin and Liu Erlong, walking just behind the main group, watched this silent, childish battle of seduction. They exchanged a look—a look of shared hunger and profound amusement.
'Hmph…The tricks of these little girls,' Ah Yin's eyes seemed to say. Liu Erlong just smirked, her own body aching for her Master's touch.
The canyon was not uninhabited. As they delved deeper, they began to see the true masters of this domain. They weren't patrolling disciples; they were massive spirit beasts.
Huge, serpentine creatures with dark, lightning-patterned scales slithered through subterranean tunnels. Zhang Tian's domain sense felt them moving beneath their feet—ten-thousand-year, twenty-thousand-year beasts, all feeding directly on the lightning strikes, their bodies suffused with the raw, chaotic power of the storm. They steered clear of the larger lairs, their camouflaged bubble passing like a silent ghost through a graveyard of gods.
Even Ah Yin was impressed. 'My grass… it won't grow here,' she projected to Zhang Tian. 'The very air is poison to it. The lightning... it instantly turns any vine I try to plant to ash. This place is an aberration of nature.'
This seemed to
They traveled for a couple of hours, the relentless CRACK-BOOM of the lightning was an endless, nerve-wracking soundtrack. Finding a safe place to rest was a challenge in itself. They couldn't risk sleeping in the open.
In the evening, Ci Xue found it—a large, deep cave system, its entrance hidden behind a curtain of shattered rock, high up on the canyon wall. It was dry, stable, and most importantly, unoccupied.
"We rest here for the night," Zhang Tian declared.
The Titled Douluos went to work. She Long used his Snake Lance to carve the cave interior, creating separate, private compartments in the stone. Ci Xue used his own abilities to reinforce the entrance, ensuring no stray rocks would collapse it.
The camp was quickly established. Tents sprang up in the newly carved chambers. Qian Renxue claimed a large one for herself. Ah Yin, true to her role, simply wove a simple but large cocoon of grass in a quiet corner that resembled the shape of a tent for herself.
Liu Erlong set up her own practical, one-woman tent.
Elder She and Elder Ci set up their tents flanking Qian Renxue's to better protect her from any threats.
And then there was the main tent. Zhang Tian, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing disappeared into a single, massive, luxurious tent, its silks and enchanted canvas looking absurdly out of place in the desolate cave.
The moment the flap was sealed, Zhang Tian pulled a small, silver disc from his ring. He pressed it, and a faint, invisible barrier shimmered into existence around the tent—a high-level soundproofing spirit tool.
Ning Rongrong, who had been waiting for that cue, let out a mischievous giggle and immediately launched herself at him.
Inside the tent, the atmosphere shifted from weary travel to heated passion.
"Finally," Zhu Zhuqing purred, her voice a low, husky sound as she moved to join the embrace, kissing Zhang Tian deeply. She pressed her magnificent, voluptuous body against his, her large breasts squashing against his chest. "I've been waiting all day to do this. Watching that bitch Qian Renxue stare at you… it makes me want to mark you, so she knows exactly who you belong to."
Her hands were already at work, skillfully unfastening his robes.
"Zhuqing, you hussy!" Ning Rongrong playfully swatted her arm. "He's my husband too! I get him first tonight!"
"He's all ours, Rongrong," Zhu Zhuqing corrected, her dark eyes gleaming in the tent's dim light. She pushed Zhang Tian back onto the mountain of fur blankets and straddled his lap, grinding her silk-clad ass against his already-hardening cock. Her little cat ears, which she sometimes manifested just for him, twitched playfully. "But I agree. You can go first. I'll just… help."
The night that followed was a symphony of muffled moans, slick skin, and the scent of their shared passion, all perfectly contained within their soundproof bubble.
Zhu Zhuqing was a creature of pure, unadulterated lust. She worshiped his body with her hands and mouth, her tongue tracing the lines of his abs, her magnificent, heavy tits rubbing against his chest as he took Rongrong in a deep, passionate missionary position.
"Ahh! Zhang Tian… yes!" Rongrong cried out, her voice loud and unrestrained, reveling in the freedom of the soundproof tent. "Deeper! Zhuqing, bite him! Bite his shoulder! Yes, like that!"
The two girls had become a perfect team of seduction. When Rongrong was spent, trembling in the afterglow of her climax, Zhuqing would immediately take her place. She climbed on top of him, reversing onto his thick shaft in a smooth, practiced motion, and began to ride him with a powerful, relentless rhythm.
"Mmmph… you feel so good, husband…" she moaned, her head thrown back, her magnificent breasts bouncing. "Tell me you love fucking me. Tell me you love these tits."
"I love them," he growdled, his hands reaching up to squeeze the heavy, pale globes, his fingers twisting her hard nipples. "Gods, Zhuqing, you're incredible." He loved feeling her tight pussy milk his cock. He smacked her ass, the sound sharp in the tent. "You ride me so well, my little cat."
She screamed as she climaxed, her release a powerful, shuddering wave. He came with her, his seed flooding her deep inside.
But they didn't stop. They swapped again. And again. The night was a marathon, a blur of doggy-style, of legs thrown over shoulders, of shared kisses and possessive bites, their stamina forged by immortal herbs and relentless training, their lust a boundless, insatiable thing.
Outside, in the cold, dark cavern, Qian Renxue sat cross-legged in her own tent, her eyes wide open, staring at the canvas wall.
She could hear nothing. But she could see.
The largest tent, the one that held the object of her obsession, was shaking. It rustled. It swayed. The shadows cast against its thin silk walls by the single lantern within were a chaotic, erotic dance of three tangled bodies.
She knew exactly what was happening. And it was driving her insane.
'That bitch,' she thought, her hands clenching into fists, her nails digging into her palms. 'Those two bitches. They have him. They're touching him. Flaunting him right in front of me. While I have to sit here, alone, like some chaste saint.'
Her jealousy was a physical, burning ache in her chest.
Her two guardians, sitting just outside her tent, pretended to be in deep meditation. They could see the shaking tent too. They could also feel the furious, possessive aura radiating from their Young Miss. They wisely chose to say, and feel, absolutely nothing.
In another, smaller tent woven from crimson grass, a different kind of meeting was taking place. Liu Erlong had slipped away from her own tent and joined Ah Yin.
"Did you see that, Empress?" Liu Erlong whispered, her voice a mixture of awe and her own burning envy. "The tent… it hasn't stopped moving for the last few hours."
Ah Yin, sitting serenely, poured her a cup of tea. Her maid's uniform was gone, replaced by the simple, elegant robes of a powerful cultivator. A knowing, amused smile was on her beautiful face.
"Our Emperor is… very energetic," she said, her voice a low, velvet purr. "He has a great deal of passion to share."
"I just wish…" Liu Erlong began, before biting her lip.
"I know what you wish, my dear," Ah Yin said gently. "You wish you were in that tent with him. I feel the same." She looked at Liu Erlong, her crimson eyes gleaming with a cunning, strategic light.
"This hunt will be dangerous," Ah Yin murmured. "And after it is done, after our Emperor has his ring, he will need to rest. To consolidate his power. We will all find a large, safe cavern, much like this one, to recover for a day or two before the journey back."
Liu Erlong leaned closer, her heart beginning to hammer. "Empress?"
"On that night," Ah Yin purred, her smile turning predatory, "I will prepare the victory feast. I have… special herbs I collected from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. A very powerful, tasteless sleeping elixir I learned how to make from the Breaking Clan texts."
Liu Erlong's eyes went wide. "Everyone?"
"Everyone," Ah Yin confirmed, her voice a delighted whisper. "Those two Titled Douluos, as strong as they are, will sleep like newborn babies. That holy angel Qian Renxue will sleep for a full day. And his two little wives… they will sleep a very deep, very deserved, sleep."
She leaned in, her gaze locking with Liu Erlong's. "And then, my dear… the entire night will belong to us. We can be as loud as we want. We can finally worship our Emperor properly. Together."
Liu Erlong's face flushed a deep, beautiful crimson. Her body ached, her pussy twitching with a familiar, desperate need.
"I understand, Empress," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I will do whatever you need."
While Zhang Tian and his strange, powerful convoy of beauties ventured deep into the storm-wracked hellscape of the Dragoncry Thunder Canyon, another, far more imposing figure had, days earlier, arrived at the very seat of its power.
Three days ago, Tang Hao stood before a fortress that seemed to rise from the very earth. It was a massive, imposing structure of black iron and jagged stone, built within a valley where the air itself seemed to crackle with latent energy. This was the fortress of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Tang Hao did not sneak in. He did not bother with illusions or stealth. He walked straight up the main path, his tattered cloak billowing around him, the black, terrifying mass of the Clear Sky Hammer held casually in his right hand.
The guards at the gate, two powerful Level 60 Spirit Emperors, saw him approaching. They saw the hammer. Their professional arrogance vanished, replaced by a sudden, choking fear.
"Halt! That... that hammer...!"
"By the ancestors... it's him."
They knew the legend. Every Spirit Master on the continent knew the legend. The hammer that had shattered the defenses of a Pope. The man who had gravely injured Qian Xunji. The youngest Titled Douluo in a generation.
Tang Hao stopped before them, his aura suppressed but his presence an oppressive, mountainous weight.
"I am here to see Yu Yuanzhen," he stated, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.
The guards didn't argue. They didn't dare. They scrambled, one bowing so low his head almost touched the ground, the other sprinting back toward the inner sanctum, screaming for the elders.
News of his arrival spread through the clan like wildfire. Disciples peaked from windows, elders emerged from their seclusion, their faces a mask of shock and disbelief. They lined the grand walkways as Tang Hao was escorted, not as a prisoner, but as an honored, and terrifying, guest. They saw the man who had defied the Spirit Hall and lived. They saw the ultimate symbol of the Clear Sky Sect's power. And they offered him their respect.
Tang Hao liked the respect they showed him. It was a welcome change from the scorn and humiliation he had endured for so long.
He was led directly to the Clan Leader's main hall. It was a vast, cavernous throne room, the very walls seeming to hum with contained electrical power. Seated on a throne carved from the skull of some ancient, draconic beast, was the leader of the clan.
Yu Yuanzhen. A Level 95 Super Douluo. A man whose pride and power were second only to his own.
The two men looked at each other, two apex predators sizing each other up across a silent battlefield.
"Tang Hao," Yu Yuanzhen's voice was a deep, resonant boom, like distant thunder. "It has been many, many years. I did not expect to see you here, showing your face so openly. The Spirit Hall must be getting lazy in their hunt for you."
Tang Hao snorted, the sound devoid of all humor. He stepped into the center of the hall, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the vast space. "The world has changed, Yuanzhen," he said, his voice cold. "We no longer have the luxury of hiding in our respective holes."
"Hiding?" Yu Yuanzhen's eyes narrowed. "My clan has never hidden. We have endured. We have held our ground."
"Enduring is just a slow death," Tang Hao shot back, his impatience evident. "Look out your own window. Go to any city. Look at what those merchants from the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect are doing."
He began to pace, his restless energy filling the room. "When our two clans ruled, the world was balanced. Power was earned through blood, through talent, through combat. Now? It is being bought and sold by this group of support type spirit masters."
He painted a picture of the new world he had just witnessed. A world of pills that could supposedly alter a spirit's very nature, of strange, new technologies that were changing the very fabric of daily life.
"They have spirit carriages now," he growled. "Strange communication devices. Do you really think they haven't made weapons? Do you think they are spending billions of gold coins just to make their citizens' lives more comfortable?"
He stopped and glared at the clan leader. "They are building an arsenal. They have pills that can break bottlenecks. They have five Titled Douluos. Five! And their wealth is limitless. If they are allowed to continue this unchecked, in another ten years, there will be no place in this world for your clan. Or for mine."
Yu Yuanzhen listened, his expression grim. This was not news to him. His own agents had been sending the same, worrying reports for the past year. The rise of the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect was… unsettling.
"I am aware of the threat, Tang Hao," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But what would you have me do? Declare war on them?"
He stood from his throne, his own powerful aura pressing against Tang Hao's. "The Spirit Hall still holds the true power on this continent. And we… we are isolated. My Blue Lightning Clan is not what it once was. I am the only Titled Douluo holding up this entire fortress. You and your Clear Sky Sect are in exile. And that merchant, Ning Fengzhi… he is clever. Since curing his defect, he has cut most of his old ties. He deals directly with the Emperor. We have no leverage. We cannot pressure the Spirit Hall. We cannot pressure the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect. We can only wait for an opportunity."
Tang Hao had expected this. This wall of proud, stubborn inaction.
"You are isolated because your clan is weak," he stated bluntly. "This clan has just one Titled Douluo and that's you."
A flicker of anger flashed in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes. "Watch your words, Tang Hao."
"I know your clan's weakness, Yuanzhen," Tang Hao continued, his voice a relentless, logical assault. "I know you have elders. Four, maybe five of your most trusted, most loyal brothers. And they are all stuck. Level 89. They have been there for years, perhaps even decades. Their talent has reached its limit, and they lack the catalyst to break through. They need a spirit bone. A powerful one. Or perhaps two."
Yu Yuanzhen's expression hardened. Tang Hao knew too much.
"Even if that were true," he said stiffly, "high-level spirit bones are treasures of heaven and earth. They are found only by luck."
"Luck has nothing to do with it when you are sitting on a dragon's hoard," Tang Hao countered, his voice a low, knowing sound. "I know about your 'forbidden ground.' The Dragoncry Thunder Canyon."
Yu Yuanzhen froze.
"The Upper Three Sects always had their secrets," Tang Hao continued, his voice a low, casual murmur, as if he were discussing the weather. "Ours was the path to the Slaughter City. Yours… is that canyon. A place brimming with ancient, powerful lightning-attribute spirit beasts."
Yu Yuanzhen regained his composure, his face a mask of stone. "Even if we know of it, the risks are immense. The central region is not a place that even I dare to tread lightly. The beasts there… they are ancient. And they are powerful. Far beyond the reach of my elders and some even stronger than me as there are a couple of hundred thousand year old spirit beasts."
"And that," Tang Hao said, his voice a low, powerful rumble, "is why I am here."
He took a step forward, and for the first time, he let his own aura flare to life. The full, unrestrained, and overwhelming power of a peak Super Douluo, mixed with the chilling, gray despair of the Deathgod Domain, flooded the hall. The very lightning that crackled along the walls of the throne room seemed to falter, to dim in the face of his immense, sorrowful power.
"You and I, Yuanzhen," he declared, his voice a clap of thunder. "Together. We will enter that canyon. We will hunt those powerful spirit beasts. We will get your elders the spirit bones they need."
He let the staggering offer hang in the air. "Imagine it. Five Titled Douluos. Added to your clan. Combined with the full might of my Clear Sky Sect when we finally emerge. The Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect will no longer be a threat. And the Spirit Hall… they will finally, finally, face a power that can challenge their arrogant reign."
Yu Yuanzhen stared at him, his mind reeling, his heart hammering against his ribs. The audacity of the plan… the sheer, breathtaking potential of it… it was a temptation beyond measure. The chance to restore his clan, not just to its former glory, but to a pinnacle of power it had never known.
But the risk…
"This…" Yu Yuanzhen began, his voice a low, strained sound, "this is not a decision I can make alone. To ally with you, to hunt those beasts… it is a declaration of war against the Spirit Hall. I must… I must consult the elders."
"Consult them," Tang Hao said, withdrawing his aura. "You have three days. I will wait."
For three days, the fortress of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had been a hive of tense, whispered debate.
And now, today, as a group of intruders, shielded by an impossible camouflage, crept deep into the forbidden canyon, a decision had finally been made.
Tang Hao stood in the grand hall once more, facing Yu Yuanzhen.
"We accept," the Clan Leader said, his voice a low, firm sound that held the weight of a new, unbreakable resolve. "The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will stand with the Clear Sky Sect. But before that…We need you to help hunt and acquire Spirit Bones of the Spirit Beasts in the Dragoncry Thunder Canyon."
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