Wei Chen stood at the grand gate of the Yang Dragon Immortal Sect. The floating continent shone bright under immortal sun. Golden wards glowed strong, carved with his new scripture symbols. Thousands of cultivators already gathered below—flying swords, beast mounts, demon wings—all drawn by rumors of the dragon who killed emperors with one finger and made god-pills in seconds.
His pride stood proud behind him. The three queens closest: Lin Xue in silver robes that hugged her cool curves, Su Mei in crimson silk barely covering her hot body, Tigress Yu in leather armor showing off bronze muscles and tail. The other seven heroines arrayed strong—Xi's holy light halo shining, Madam Feng's thorns ready, Tie Lan's iron sword drawn.
The main five disciples knelt ready: Long Tian's dragon sword humming, Huo Feng's phoenix flames dancing, Xuan Shi's stone body steady, Mei Ling's charm illusions teasing air, Bing Qing's ice blade sharp.
"Open the gates," Wei Chen said casual. He pointed one finger—wards parting like curtains.
Crowds rushed in controlled waves—Tie Lan's iron qi guiding lines. Ten thousand applied first day. Wei Chen scanned with genius sense—picking talents instant.
Tests began epic.
First trial: Harmony Pillar. Giant jade pillar etched with Nine-Suns symbols. Touch it, survive Yang fire surge.
Most failed—burning out meridians, screaming retreat. But hundreds held—cores lighting small.
Second trial: Battle Arena. Disciples fought challengers.
Long Tian dueled a sword immortal—dragon qi clashing, blade storms exploding arenas. He won clean, sword piercing heart without kill. Crowd cheered.
Huo Feng burned a fire sect group—phoenix flames swallowing attacks, rebirth turning wounds to power boost.
Xuan Shi tanked a titan beast charge—stone body cracking then forging stronger, fist one-hit crushing opponent.
Mei Ling charmed a demon army—illusions turning enemies against each other, playful laugh as she won untouched.
Bing Qing froze a rival ice clan—sword dance mirroring Lin Xue, domain flash-freezing hundreds.
Crowd went wild. "Yang Dragon Sect invincible!"
But one challenger stood out—super hot female prodigy crashing the arena gate.
Luo Yan—flame lotus immortal heiress. Long fiery red hair flowing to waist, golden robes tight on perfect hourglass body: full breasts high, narrow waist, wide hips swaying confident. Face stunning—red lips full, phoenix-gold eyes burning proud. Aura peak immortal emperor, lotus flames dancing around her like living petals.
"I challenge for inner disciple spot!" she called bold. "Beat me, I join. Lose… you give me your scripture."
Crowd hushed. Her clan famous—lotus fire arts lethal beautiful.
Wei Chen grinned shameless from throne balcony. "Accepted. Queens watch close."
Luo Yan flew to center arena—lotus flames exploding domain, petals sharp as blades slicing air.
Long Tian stepped first—dragon sword clashing lotus fire. Explosions boomed, but her petals pierced his guard, drawing blood.
Huo Feng next—phoenix vs lotus flames raging inferno. Arena cracked, but her rebirth lotus healed faster.
She beat main five one by one—graceful, powerful, body glowing sweat making robes cling hotter.
Finally faced Wei Chen.
He floated down casual—robes open, golden sun blazing. "Pretty lotus. Let's dance."
She attacked fierce—thousand lotus petals slashing like rain of fire blades.
Wei Chen pointed one finger—golden beam weaving through every petal, shattering them harmless. Shockwave sent her staggering.
She charged close—palm strike lotus flame to his chest. Contact ignited—her fire Yin meeting his Yang endless, heat surging taboo hot.
Luo Yan gasped, body trembling. "This… fire… too strong…"
Wei Chen gripped her waist, pulling flush. "Feel it? Join proper."
Crowd watched stunned as he kissed her fierce mid-arena—tongue claiming proud mouth. She resisted second, then melted—moaning loud, robes burning away under shared heat.
Silk fell—revealing perfect naked body: full breasts bouncing free, nipples hard gold, dripping core shaved smooth.
He lifted her light—thrusting deep into lotus heat standing. Walls gripped flame-tight, virgin channel stretching around his thick length. "Ah—dragon—too big—" she cried, legs wrapping desperate.
He pounded relentless—balls slapping wet, hands kneading full ass. "Choose surrender."
Lotus essence drank his Yang greedy—flames surging brighter. She rode back fierce—breasts bouncing wild, red hair whipping. "Yes—take me—inner disciple yours—"
Climax hit explosive—walls spasming lotus-hot, squirting flame essence in golden arcs. Heart-Anchor sealed—new strand weaving lotus fire into pride flame.
Wei Chen filled her deep—thick seed scorching womb, triggering breakthrough: her core igniting lotus-gold immortal peak.
She collapsed devoted in his arms—robes gone, body marked his. "Master… husband…"
Crowd erupted cheers—thousands swearing join instant.
Wei Chen pointed finger—mass recruitment wards opening. Ten thousand accepted day one, scripture jade slips flying to hands.
He carried Luo Yan to palace—queens welcoming new sister warm.
Hot spring reward began—pride group intimacy epic.
Wei Chen at center—thrusting turns endless: Lin Xue cool ride slow, Su Mei demonic savage, Yu primal breeding, Luo Yan lotus flame new hot.
Climaxes chained—moans filling halls, essence painting bodies sacred.
Sect power exploded—disciples swallowing harmony pills, breakthroughs roaring.
But scouts reported: jealous god-clan alliance forming—heavenly emperors scared of rising dragon.
Wei Chen relaxed in queens' arms, finger pointing lazy warning poison pill across realms.
One emperor drank tea—ash seconds later.
"Easy," he said.
The sect's golden age began.
To be Continued
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