Wei Chen floated in the new celestial palace he had shaped with a lazy wave of his hand. The palace sat on top of their floating continent, made of pure jade and gold that shone under immortal sunlight. Thick immortal qi filled the air like sweet mist. His ten-woman pride rested around him in the grand seclusion chamber—soft cushions, warm lights, and the scent of their mixed essence still fresh from the ascension cycle.
But Wei Chen's mind burned with new genius. The Yang Immortal Dao had awakened fully inside him. Alchemy formulas danced in his head like easy pictures. He saw paths to make pills that could heal any wound in seconds, or poison that could kill a god-beast with one drop. And most important—a brand new cultivation scripture that would make anyone explode with power in short time.
"I'm going into seclusion," he said, voice calm but excited. His golden sun brand glowed bright on his chest. "Short one. I'll create our sect's core technique. Something no one else has."
The pride looked at him with shining eyes. Lin Xue, Su Mei, and Tigress Yu pressed closest—the three queens he loved to relax with most.
Lin Xue's cool hand touched his arm. "We will guard you, husband."
Su Mei's warm lips brushed his ear. "And inspire you."
Tigress Yu's tail curled around his waist, her powerful body pressing close. "Husband needs queens' fire. We help."
Wei Chen grinned shameless. "Good. You three stay. The others can set up basic wards outside."
The rest of the pride nodded—Xi's holy light blessing the chamber, Madam Feng's thorns growing protective vines, Tie Lan's iron qi forging gates strong, Zhao Ling's phoenix flames lighting defenses, Shadow and Echo vanishing into stealth guards.
The chamber sealed. Only Wei Chen and his three queens remained.
He sat cross-legged in the center, naked as always in private. The queens stripped too—robes falling to show perfect bodies that never aged. Lin Xue's silver hair flowed like ice rivers over pale curves. Su Mei's crimson silk skin glowed hot, horns elegant and sharp. Yu's bronze muscle-mommy form towered proud, tiger tail swishing eager.
"Inspiration first," Wei Chen said, pulling Lin Xue onto his lap. She straddled him graceful, cool channel already dripping as she sank down slow onto his thick length. "Ah—husband—" she moaned tsundere soft, walls gripping frost-tight.
He thrust up steady—hands cupping her breasts, thumbs circling pink peaks. "Give me your frost essence. Pure."
She rode faster, silver hair bouncing, cool moans filling the chamber. "Take it—all yours—" Climax hit her sudden—frozen spasms milking him hard, frost qi surging pure into his core.
Wei Chen filled her deep—hot seed scorching sweet, triggering her immortal breakthrough small but strong. Ideas flashed brighter—first lines of the scripture forming.
Su Mei pushed Lin Xue aside playful, mounting reverse—scorching demonic heat swallowing him whole. "My turn, dragon. Burn me."
He gripped her hips, pounding brutal—balls slapping crimson ass. "Give me your corrosion. Wild."
She ground back savage, horns glowing as walls clenched addictive tight. "Fuck your demoness—forever—" Squirting crimson essence exploded, corrosion refining his formulas sharper.
Seed flooded her womb—power surge letting alchemy paths clear like crystal.
Tigress Yu tackled last—primal strength lifting him, impaling herself standing. Powerful legs wrapped his waist, beast channel gripping feral rough. "Breed your tiger queen!"
He slammed up savage—hands digging bronze thighs, tail base gripped tight. "Your primal earth. Ground it all."
Yu roared loud—walls spasming wild, earth qi rooting the scripture deep. "Husband—stronger—fill me!"
Climax thundered—beast squirting soaking them, primal essence forging foundation unbreakable.
Wei Chen erupted deep—thick seed breeding her core, breakthrough roaring gold.
The three queens collapsed panting, bodies glowing, essence flowing into him perfect.
Wei Chen's eyes snapped open—genius exploding.
He pointed one finger—immortal qi gathering into glowing words in air. The Nine-Suns Harmony Scripture wrote itself—simple but revolutionary.
Base path: Nine suns forged in meridians, Yang fire cycling endless. Branches for frost, demonic, primal, phoenix, iron, thorn, holy, shadow. Dual-cultivation variant for explosive growth—partners sharing essence to skip centuries of seclusion.
Pill formulas attached—easy recipes for healing, breakthrough, poison. Anyone following this would reach immortal emperor in decades, not millennia.
And for disciples—versions tailored: sword for Long Tian, fire for Huo Feng, body for Xuan Shi, charm for Mei Ling, ice for Bing Qing.
Wei Chen laughed deep. "Done. In one night."
The queens nuzzled devoted. Lin Xue's cool lips on his neck. "Genius husband."
Su Mei's warmth grinding lazy. "Now test on us?"
Yu's tail curling possessive. "More breeding."
He pulled them into tangled pile—thrusting turns endless, climaxes chaining as scripture refined further in real time.
By morning, the scripture was perfect.
Wei Chen stood—pointing one finger casual at empty space. A jade slab formed, words etched eternal.
The Yang Dragon Immortal Sect's foundation was born.
Outside, the pride felt the pulse—power surging just from proximity.
But distant qi flared—immortal sect scouts sensing the new continent.
First challengers approached.
Wei Chen grinned at his queens. "Time to recruit. And relax."
To be Continued
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