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Gazing upon this palace perched high above the clouds, majestic, ancient, and mysterious, the disciples of the sect were all proud to be members.
Throughout the Yin-Yang Immortal Realm, simply stating one's identity as a disciple of the Cloud Palace commanded respect from others, even those of equal power.
However, unbeknownst to them, their pride and joy would bring them unprecedented disaster. The flying boat pierced through the thick clouds like a bolt of lightning tearing across the sky.
On the deck, Qin Tian stood proudly, coldly surveying the magnificent palace below. His gaze, like a sharp blade, pierced through the clouds and into the palace itself.
Within the palace, disciples thronged, clad in white robes embroidered with cloud patterns, their faces radiating confidence and pride—a scene of flourishing life, vibrant and thriving.
A cruel smile crept across Qin Tian's lips, a smile brimming with endless cruelty and mockery. Those who knew Qin Tian well knew that when he wore this smile, it meant someone was about to die.
Qin Tian turned, his gaze sweeping over the group of Fox Heavenly Maidens behind him, now dressed in less revealing attire, before finally settling on a woman of breathtaking beauty and graceful figure. She was none other than Meng Ziyan, one of the former Five Masters of the Cloud Heavenly Palace, and its most outstanding prodigy.
A complex emotion flickered in Meng Ziyan's eyes—joy, complexity, and a barely perceptible struggle.
She had once been one of the Five Masters of the Cloud Heavenly Palace, the pride of the sect, and the one on whom high hopes were placed—the hope to lead the Cloud Heavenly Palace to its peak.
Years ago, she joined the army fighting against outsiders, ignoring all advice and believing herself no less capable than anyone else. But that day, kneeling in the endless icy realm, most of her body frozen, she stared at that utterly indifferent white figure. For the first time, she felt fear; for the first time, she touched death.
That woman was terrifying. She watched helplessly as her fellow disciples turned into ice sculptures, then shattered into countless ice crystals.
If it weren't for the intervention of Fox Heaven Sect's leader, Hu Jiuli, she would likely be nothing but bones by now.
Then she was taken to Fox Heaven Sect, where she listened to the Lord's scriptures and studied His deeds. Under Hu Jiuli' tutelage, she had become Qin Tian's female slave and follower, wearing revealing clothing that others considered a symbol of shame. Standing before her once-proud sect, a wave of shame washed over her.
Although she had made up her mind, at this moment, she still felt somewhat hesitant. After all, she had grown up and cultivated here. Now, appearing again in these clothes before her fellow disciples, who were like brothers and sisters to her elders, who treated her like a child, she couldn't help but feel immense shame, even with her deep respect for Qin Tian.
Qin Tian reached out and pulled her to his side, his large hand grabbing and kneading her ample breasts. He coldly said, "Why don't you come back and say hello? It's time to let them see your current status." Meng Ziyan trembled slightly, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes, but ultimately she bowed her head and replied, "Yes, Master."
Her slender fingers trembled slightly as she slowly raised them, summoning the magical artifact given to her by an elder from the Cloud Heaven Palace—the Cloud Void Mirror.
The Cloud Mirror was activated, flying towards the Heavenly Palace above the Cloud Palace and instantly covering the entire palace. The world changed color in an instant, and a cold light shone through the clouds, carrying a chilling aura as it hurtled towards the Heavenly Palace.
The appearance of the Cloud Mirror caused numerous disciples and elders of the Heavenly Palace to fly out from all directions. "This is the Cloud Mirror that our sect lost for many years!"
"Why did the Cloud Mirror suddenly appear, and why is it activated? Someone wants to use the Cloud Mirror to attack us!"
"But the Cloud Mirror disappeared with Meng Ziyan, and it's a celestial treasure; only a person who recognizes its master can activate it. Could it be that Meng Ziyan is dead?"
The crowd flew into the sky, looking up at the Cloud Mirror slowly rotating above them, their faces extremely grim.
"Look!" A sharp-eyed disciple spotted a flying boat beneath the Cloud Mirror, above the white clouds.
Everyone looked and saw a large group of people standing on the deck of the flying boat. Standing at the bow, facing them, was a man holding a stunningly beautiful woman in his arms.
His large hand encircled her from behind, pressing against her chest. The firm, elastic flesh of her breasts changed shape in his grasp, a sight that stirred envy in all who beheld him.
But why did the woman in the man's arms look so familiar?
When they saw the woman's face, their eyes widened in astonishment and disbelief.
"That's… Meng Ziyan! Senior Sister Meng!" a disciple exclaimed, his voice trembling with surprise.
"How is this possible? Ziyan has been missing for years. How could she appear here?" But then they remembered the Cloud Mirror operating above their heads. If Meng Ziyan wasn't dead, then only Meng Ziyan could control it.
Another disciple said incredulously, "No, her… her clothes, that's… that's…" Before he could finish, the terror in his eyes said it all. The clothing Meng Ziyan wore could only be described as shameful; it was the kind of attire only a lowly female slave would wear to please her master.
The revealing clothing Meng Ziyan wore symbolized her current status: a lowly female slave, once the most revered saintess of the Cloud Palace, now a plaything of her enemies.
The elders' expressions shifted from shock to rage; they couldn't accept the reality before them.
One elder angrily questioned, "Ziyan, how could you become like this? Do you know what you've done?!"
"What have they done to you! To turn you into this?!" The elder's forehead veins bulged, a terrifying aura emanating from him; his rage was palpable.
Qin Tian looked at the old man, his large hand squeezing Meng Ziyan's breast hard, and asked, "This old man seems to be in a hurry. Do you know him?"
Meng Ziyan lowered her head, her eyes filled with pain. Of course she knew him; this was her master. And this Cloud Mirror was the coming-of-age gift he had obtained from the Cloud Palace, overcoming numerous obstacles.
To Meng Ziyan, this man was like a teacher and a father. But at this moment, she had no choice. She had already dedicated everything to her great lord; she was the most devout believer. The Cloud Palace had become an obstacle to her. Even with resentment and guilt in her heart, she would only choose to stand on her lord's side.
Just then, Qin Tian slowly walked to the front of the flying boat's deck, looking down at the Cloud Palace disciples and elders below.
"Your Cloud Palace has the Five Masters of White Cloud. Cloud Immortal and Cloud Sword have already been killed by me, and Cloud Smoke is now my slave girl. The other two masters, come out and show yourselves!"
Qin Tian's voice was cold, filled with endless sarcasm. "Today, if you can stop me, I'll let you go; otherwise, your dearest Fairy Meng will send you on your way." Qin Tian's words exploded like thunder, shattering everyone's hearts.
Cloud Immortal and Cloud Sword were actually dead at his hands!
The elders and disciples were all ashen-faced. In truth, the Five Masters of White Cloud were almost all dead. Cloud Sword and Cloud Immortal were dead at Qin Tian's hands, and Cloud Smoke had become Qin Tian's slave girl.
Only Cloud Crane and Cloud Dragon remained.
"Arrogant!"
Following below, Yun Zhonghe could no longer contain himself. He roared to the sky, and a pair of wings unfurled from his back. Ten thousand sword feathers on these wings burst forth simultaneously, transforming into a torrent of sharp blades!
It was as if ten thousand flying swords shattered the sky, severing countless white clouds. Each sword feather resonated with a sharp, chilling aura!
"It's Senior Brother Yun Zhonghe! His Nine Heavens Sword Light Wings are forged from countless spiritual clouds gathered from the Cloud Palace; they can cleave down the heavens!"
At the same time, a furious shout echoed from the palace. Yun Zhonglong, the last of the Five Great Masters of Baiyun, had also made his move.
His figure soared into the heavens, stirring up thousands of white clouds. The clouds entered his body, and his physique grew larger, transforming him into a white giant.
The giant, towering ten thousand feet tall, walked upon the white clouds, a white cloud dragon coiled around his body. With each step he took, the entire sky trembled.
"This is the Giant Spirit Body cultivated by the Cloud Dragon! I never expected the Cloud Dragon to actually cultivate to the sixth level, the ten-thousand-foot Giant Spirit Body!" some elders exclaimed, their faces filled with pride and satisfaction for their promising descendant.
The Giant Spirit Body is an extremely powerful body-refining method, comparable to an Emperor-level technique.
Upon mastery, one achieves immortality; even if the primordial spirit perishes, the physical body endures. However, the Cloud Dragon has not yet reached this level.
But even with this ten-thousand-foot Giant Spirit Body alone, the Cloud Dragon is enough to secure his place among the top geniuses.
This is also their confidence in confronting outsiders. In the battle of geniuses, they are not inferior to the geniuses of the Great Thousand Dao Domain. Of course, they are only not inferior to the geniuses; Qin Tian is not among them.
Qin Tian remained calm, raising his palm and striking down with a simple, powerful blow.
*Boom!*
The air exploded with a deafening sonic boom. Before Qin Tian's palm, all the air was compressed, the void trembling like a turbulent lake.
The sea of clouds, previously resembling a vast ocean, was instantly dispersed, leaving the area around the Cloud Palace clear and cloudless. This was the ultimate manifestation of power! The terrifying power of chaos!
*Bang!*
One palm strike!
Just one palm strike!
Ten thousand sword feathers shattered completely!
The terrifying pressure and the force of the palm strike slammed Yun Zhonghe heavily onto the ground of the Cloud Palace, embedding him deeply into the earth.
Even Yun Zhonglong, despite activating his colossal spirit body and exponentially increasing his physical strength, was still sent flying by Qin Tian's palm strike, coughing up blood incessantly.
Finally, he crashed into and collapsed several massive palaces before barely stopping.
Everyone present, including the disciples and elders of Yunshang Tianque, and even the fairy maidens of Hutianzhai, couldn't help but shudder.
Terrifying!
Terrifying beyond description!
Qin Tian hadn't even used any special techniques; a simple palm strike shattered the divine abilities of Yun Zhonghe and Yun Zhonglong, leaving them lifeless and uncertain!
"This...how is this possible! What kind of divine ability does he cultivate? Why is he so strong!"
"Defeated two of the Five Great Masters of Baiyun with a single palm strike? Is this still the Yunshang Tianque I know?" Many disciples of Yunshang Tianque exclaimed in disbelief, even questioning their faith and pride.
Meng Rudie's gaze turned slightly solemn.
Her disciple was far more formidable than she had imagined. Just that one palm strike—she wasn't confident she could have withstood it completely without using her full strength.
"Cough cough… You're Qin Tian!… You're the divine son they've been talking about…" Yun Zhonghe coughed up blood, emerging from the deep pit, his eyes blazing with the ferocity of a wild beast.
On the other side, Yun Zhonglong's colossal spirit body, towering ten thousand feet tall, seemed about to crack, covered in fissures and bleeding profusely, a truly gruesome sight.
His expression was also extremely cold and stern.
They had all heard the name Qin Tian. Whenever they killed someone or fought against outsiders, they always uttered the same phrase.
"When the divine son Qin Tian returns, you will all die!"
Yun Zhonglong: "I fucking don't believe it!"
His body seemed to transform into a vortex, almost completely absorbing the spiritual clouds in the sky.
In an instant, a colossal giant, as tall as the heavens, appeared. With a single palm strike, he unleashed a devastating force, suppressing the very fabric of the sky.
Meanwhile, Yun Zhonghe also unleashed his full power, employing the most powerful secret technique from the Nine Heavens Sword Wings!
Behind him, a phantom of a divine crane manifested in the void. With a single claw, the crane tore apart the clear sky for thousands of miles, turning it into a vast expanse of nothingness.
This was the forbidden divine power of the Nine Heavens Sword Wings: the Divine Crane Rift of the Sky!
As these two supreme divine powers attacked, Qin Tian's expression remained unchanged. He raised his arm and threw a punch.
Around him, wisps of chaotic energy rose and fell, seemingly capable of crushing the void for thousands of miles.
The surrounding space was subtly distorted by the power of chaos, as if on the verge of shattering. With a single punch, countless wisps of chaotic energy exploded from the void, each capable of crushing heaven and earth.
With one punch, heaven and earth trembled, all living beings trembled, and the universe was overturned!
This punch seemed poised to reduce everything to nothingness. The void shattered, and the surrounding space began to crumble, as if the entire world were being crushed and slowly flattened by a single weight.
"What...what is this thing?!"
Yun Zhonghe's face showed terror.
Yun Zhonglong's expression also changed drastically, feeling an unprecedented chill!
Boom!
With a single punch, the Cloud Palace split open for dozens of miles, and everything around turned to dust.
Yun Zhonglong and Yun Zhonghe were smashed deep into the ground, their fate unknown.
Boundless horror and fear permeated everyone's hearts.
They felt that if they were facing Qin Tian's attack, the mere aura alone would be enough to crush them before the fist even landed.
However, this tragedy had only just begun.
"That's all? Make your move."
With Qin Tian's command, Meng Ziyan's eyes were instantly filled with icy killing intent. She manipulated the Cloud Void Golden Sword, unleashing a barrage of attacks, each carrying a chilling light, like a storm.
The disciples of Cloud Heaven Palace were forced to fight back. However, Meng Ziyan's cultivation far surpassed theirs, and moreover, the fairies of Fox Heaven Pavilion were watching intently from the sidelines. Among them were many renowned senior ancestors, each a highly skilled individual. With them supporting them, these disciples had no chance of escape.
"Stop them! We can't let the Cloud Void Realm activate!" an elder roared, charging towards Meng Ziyan, attempting to halt the massacre.
However, his body had barely taken to the air when he was repelled by a white-clad female cultivator. Her longsword instantly transformed into countless sword shadows, forcing the elder to retreat step by step, utterly powerless to retaliate.
"This is the Sword of Terror!" The elder exclaimed in surprise, his gaze fixed intently on the woman before him, dressed in white, with delicate features, a natural face, and lightly drawn eyebrows. Her entire demeanor exuded a detached and aloof air.
Holding a long sword, she resembled a female sword immortal descended from the heavens.
"Ning Xiao, you are Ning Xiao, the wife of the Sect Leader of the Sword of Terror!" The elder recognized the female sword cultivator.
She was indeed the wife of the renowned Sect Leader of the Sword of Terror, a figure renowned throughout the Yin-Yang Immortal Realm. Besides being the Sect Leader's wife, Ning Xiao was also a powerful figure in her own right.
"Do you know how frantically your husband has been searching for you these past few years! A supreme expert, willingly fallen into the throes of another man's slavery!" Looking at Ning Xiao's attire, the elder knew that Ning Xiao, like Meng Ziyan, was a slave to that man.
He glanced around and noticed that almost all the high-level combatants of the Cloud Palace were being restrained. And many of them were once prominent figures!
The Holy Mother of Penglai Immortal Island, Li Xianhai.
The Ancestor of the Sun and Moon Reincarnation Sect, Ren Qianqian.
The Sect Master of the Myriad Laws Sect, Wang Qiumeng.
The Dream Butterfly of the Immortal Willow Sect.
Qin Tian stood on the flying boat, his eyes filled with cold indifference and ruthlessness. He no longer paid attention to the battle below, as if this massacre had nothing to do with him.
Qin Tian sat at the bow of the boat, embracing Lu Xi's soft and petite body, and then gently unbuttoned her clothes.
Lu Xi was startled and instinctively pressed her hand against Qin Tian's large hand. Knowing that there was still a battle going on and so many people, she whispered, "Husband...no...there are too many people here..." Qin Tian did not respond, but his hands did not stop. In a few moments, he peeled off Lu Xi's clothes, revealing her snow-white body.
Lu Xi was filled with shame and anxiety, but dared not truly resist, truly pitiful.
A large hand slipped inside Lu Xi's collar, grasping the girl's firm, jade-like breast.
Lu Xi cried out in surprise, her body going limp as a strange sensation emanated from her nipple, almost causing her to collapse to the ground.
Qin Tian, holding Lu Xi, continued to fondle her breasts while calmly saying, "Don't hold back, finish this quickly." Hearing the order, Meng Ziyan gritted her teeth, her hands suddenly exerting force. The power of the Cloud Realm erupted once more, countless blades of spiritual light descending from the sky, instantly piercing the bodies of numerous Cloud Palace disciples below. Blood rained down, staining the once sacred Cloud Palace crimson.
Screams and roars mingled together, like a symphony from hell.
Those fellow disciples who had once respected and cared for her so deeply now lay fallen before her. With each move she made, her pain and regret deepened. Yet, compared to the Lord's command, these were nothing.
As the Lord's most devout follower and slave girl, everything the Lord said was right; the Lord's command was paramount!
A disciple looked at Meng Ziyan with tears in her eyes, crying out in a mournful voice, "Meng Ziyan, why? Why! We are your family! Have you forgotten the nurturing Yunshang Tianque gave you? Have you forgotten what we went through together?!"
"Ziyan! Do you really want to destroy Yunshang Tianque with your own hands?!" Meng Ziyan's master shouted. Meng Ziyan gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face, but she could not answer.
This was the Lord's test. Only by appearing virtuous could she truly gain the Lord's trust and receive more of the Lord's blessings.
Her loyalty to her master was unwavering, but facing her former fellow disciples and elders, she could only remain silent, continuing her attacks and slaughter.
Every ounce of regret in her heart transformed into an even fiercer offensive. She would rather drown herself in this massacre; at least that way, she wouldn't have to face those painful gazes anymore.
Qin Tian's gaze swept across the pool of blood. He waited for a long time, but no one more powerful than those from Cloud Heaven Palace emerged.
"No need to look anymore. The ancestors of Cloud Heaven Palace have all gone to the Ancient Battlefield of the Remnant Immortals. They wouldn't let Duo'er and Jiu Li easily obtain the opportunities and magical treasures there."
Zhou Bairou saw through Qin Tian's thoughts and reminded him.
"Oh?" Qin Tian's lips curled into a smirk. "So, the highest combat power of these sects and forces is gone now, and some are just like the Five Masters of White Cloud?"
Zhou Bairou nodded and said, "More or less."
As the last elder fell, the Heavenly Palace in the Clouds fell into utter silence. No one survived; only the crumbling buildings and the pervasive blood mist told of its former glory and present destruction.
Qin Tian surveyed the devastation, his heart unmoved. He smiled coldly and turned to everyone, saying, "Let's go. There's nothing left to linger here."
The fairies responded in unison, and the flying boat slowly ascended, leaving behind the blood-soaked ruins. Qin Tian turned back, giving the Heavenly Palace in the Clouds one last look, his eyes filled with endless cruelty and mockery.
Meng Ziyan knelt on the deck of the flying boat, her hands hanging limply at her sides, her gaze empty as she stared at the familiar yet alien land beneath her feet.
Qin Tian came to her side, picked her up, and smiled, "It's normal to feel bad, but what you lost was just an insignificant sect. What you gained was my trust and many sisters. We are all your family."
"My Lord!" Meng Ziyan was more devout than ever before. Her heart was completely possessed by Qin Tian, and the pain of the recent internal strife had largely dissipated.
The flying boat disappeared into the clouds. With its departure, the once glorious sect in the Cloud Palace became nothing more than a blood-red speck of dust in the long river of history.
The flying boat traversed the vast sky. A cold light flashed in Qin Tian's eyes. This time, he vowed to wipe out all the sects and forces that dared to harm his women or clansmen while he was away.
He lay drunk on the lap of a beauty, yet a barely perceptible ruthlessness flickered in his eyes.
He glanced around. The women he had captivated were all graceful and highly skilled, each a once renowned fairy or a powerful patriarch, now willingly submitting to his feet.
Qin Tian raised his eyes and asked, "Next, where do we go?"
"My lord..." Suddenly, one of the stunningly beautiful mature women who had been riding Qin Tian trembled, as a torrent of semen poured into the depths of her womb.
The beautiful woman dismounted from Qin Tian. Her luscious red lips parted slightly. She wore a sheer, almost transparent, purple gauze dress that accentuated her alluring curves.
Her large breasts trembled, the nipples still bearing traces of white discharge; her legs were a muddy mess, her dark pubic hair clinging wetly to her thighs, with thick, white fluid occasionally trickling down her inner thighs.
The beautiful woman knelt on the ground, crawling like a female dog between Qin Tian's legs. She gazed reverently at the engorged member that had just ravaged her body, panting, "Master, why don't we go to the Shocking Sword Sect?"
"Oh?" Qin Tian looked at the woman licking his member and asked, "Is the sect leader of the Shocking Sword Sect your husband?"
Ning Xiao nodded as she licked, saying, "This is a stain on my heart, Master. I must remove it." Behind Ning Xiao stood a young and beautiful girl, appearing to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, yet possessing a voluptuous and mature body like her mother.
Her clothing was even more revealing, consisting only of a narrow bodice barely covering her private parts, her two long, slender legs exposed.
The girl's face was dazed and confused, emitting faint moans, clearly still in the afterglow of her orgasm.
She was Ning Xiao's daughter, and also the daughter of the leader of the Shocking Sword Sect, Zhang Chunling.
Qin Tian still remembered her vividly. Zhang Chunling's cervix was unusual; it was almost impossible to penetrate her uterus with a single thrust, a sensation that was quite unique.
Zhang Chunling: "Master, my useless father is a despicable scoundrel. Compared to him, I'd much rather have a father like you, Master."
"Don't even think about it! He's my father!" Qin Duoduo panicked when she saw someone trying to take her father away, quickly grabbing Qin Tian's arm.
"I don't even care if you have sex with my father. Just be a slave and get fucked. Don't even think about taking my father away." Qin Duoduo wouldn't accept her father being taken away; she could tolerate her own sisters, but no outsider!
Qin Linglong also watched Zhang Chunling's ambitions with predatory eyes.
Zhang Chunling pursed her lips; her little scheme had been exposed.
Qin Tian chuckled. He already had enough daughters; the role of father belonged only to Duoduo, Linglong, Wenyu, and Ruyan.
"Alright, tell me about your father."
Zhang Chunling didn't mind and began to recount her father's story.
It turned out that Ning Xiao was a renowned fairy in the Yin-Yang Immortal Realm, possessing both top-tier strength and beauty. However, Zhang Xiuwen, Zhang Chunling's father, used less-than-honorable means to obtain Ning Xiao. Because she had lost her virginity, Ning Xiao had no choice but to marry Zhang Xiuwen and give birth to a daughter.
Although Zhang Xiuwen loved Ning Xiao very much and adored his daughter, Ning Xiao never appreciated it. Zhang Xiuwen was not the man she longed for. She felt that if he hadn't taken advantage of her, she would have married him too. In Ning Xiao's eyes, Zhang Xiuwen had ruined her life.
After learning all this, Zhang Chunling developed a very negative impression of her father. Furthermore, Zhang Xiuwen had only become sect leader because of Ning Xiao; although he diligently cultivated and managed the sect, his talent was mediocre, making him utterly unremarkable.
All of this led Zhang Chunling to despise her father.
Most importantly, he had chosen the wrong side. Ignoring Ning Xiao's advice, he led the Jinghuang Sword Sect to join the campaign against outsiders.
As a result, the Qin Clan, led by Acting Clan Leader Qin Lingling, annihilated 60% of their main force, with many prodigies and elders perishing in battle.
Ning Xiao and Zhang Chunling were captured at this time. Initially, they hoped Zhang Xiuwen would come to their rescue, but he never did, deepening their resentment and hatred towards him.
Furthermore, through the brainwashing and proselytizing of Hu Jiuli, the mother and daughter had become complete followers of Qin Tian. Especially in the past few days, they had experienced unprecedented bliss, making them even more loyal. "Haha, good, let's go to the Shocking Sword Sect!"
…
Within the Shocking Sword Sect, the faces of many disciples were grim. Their sect had suffered heavy losses in the last battle, and with their only high-level combatant, their ancestor, gone to the Remnant Immortal Ancient Battlefield, they could only cower within their sect's protective formation, slowly recovering their strength.
On a mountain peak, a middle-aged man, his face charred, beard unkempt, and eyes bloodshot, kept chugging wine.
"Wife, Ling'er, where are you? Why can't I find you?" The middle-aged man's face was contorted with anguish; he was powerless to help his wife and daughter who were missing.
Because his decisions had cost the Shocking Sword Sect seventy percent of its combat power, the sect was already deeply dissatisfied with him. He simply didn't have the manpower or resources to search for his wife and daughter.
Therefore, he spent his days in a state of despair, indulging in a life of drunken stupor, trying to numb himself with alcohol, but this only brought him more pain.
He knew Ning Xiao didn't like him. He knew he had taken advantage of her in a dishonorable way, but he truly loved her.
After Ning Xiao gave birth to their daughter, he thought that with the child, she would forgive him. But unexpectedly, after the child was born, Ning Xiao disliked him even more.
He could only give all his love to his daughter, but she was always more indifferent than warm towards him, yet he didn't care.
He was content with this life, with a wife he loved and a beautiful daughter. Even though they disliked him, he was happy.
But his eagerness to prove himself had led to their disappearance.
While Zhang Xiuwen was drowning his sorrows in alcohol, his beloved wife and daughter were gradually drawing closer to him.
Above the vast expanse of azure sea of clouds, a small boat darted through the mist like an arrow.
On the flying boat, Qin Tian comfortably leaned back in a deck chair, enjoying the service of two stunning beauties beside him. A mature, voluptuous woman nestled in his arms, her full breasts pressed together as if to burst through her clothes; a young, beautiful girl knelt beneath him, her mouth slightly open, diligently sucking on his monstrous penis.
This mother and daughter were Zhang Xiuwen's long-lost wife and daughter.
"Hmm, your oral skills have improved. A little harder," Qin Tian patted the girl's head, watching with satisfaction as she licked his penis even more vigorously.
The girl looked up, giving him a seductive glance, then lowered her head to continue serving him.
The woman pressed her full, soft body tightly against Qin Tian's chest, her large breasts trembling gently with her breath.
"Master, how much longer until we reach the Shocking Sword Sect?" Her voice held a hint of urgency and eagerness; she was clearly impatient to see the husband who had ruined her life.
Qin Tian's lips curled into a smile, his fingers gently caressing the beautiful woman's smooth, delicate cheek.
"Don't worry, we'll be there soon. Then, I'll let your dear husband have a good look at his wife and daughter in their current state." Ning Xiao imagined how delightful her incompetent husband would be to see her and her daughter like this.
As soon as he finished speaking, a majestic mountain peak came into view in the distance.
That was the Sky-Piercing Peak, where the Shocking Sword Sect was located, perpetually shrouded in mist and clouds, resembling a fairyland.
Qin Tian stood up and patted the girl's shapely buttocks.
"Go, help your mother prepare. We're going to give your father a big surprise." The mother and daughter exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with a mixture of shame and anticipation.
They slowly removed their clothes, revealing their snow-white, alluring bodies. The girl's slender waist and shapely buttocks contrasted sharply with the woman's full breasts and curvaceous hips, yet both exuded a deadly allure.
They changed into revealing outfits symbolizing female slavery and followed Qin Tian and the other fairies out of the flying boat, onto the deck.
Looking at the panicked Sword Sect, shrouded in the sect's protective array, Qin Tian remained silent. On their first meeting, he certainly wanted a gift from them.
He raised his hand and brought his palm down.
It was like the collapse of the heavens!
The power was immense, like a world-destroying millstone crushing everything in its path!
The entire Towering Peak collapsed almost instantly.
Even the sect's protective array was useless; it couldn't withstand the pressure and crumbled instantly!
"Run!"
Zhang Xiuwen roared, desperately resisting.
But apart from him, the other quasi-Emperor elders of the Panic Sword Sect were utterly powerless against him, exploding into a bloody mist with a loud bang.
The rest of the Panic Sword Sect cultivators, needless to say, fared even worse.
The entire shattered mountain range was instantly stained crimson.
The sect's disciples suffered heavy casualties. The Panic Sword Sect, already having lost 70% of its fighting strength, was now reduced to less than one-tenth of its former strength. Those remaining in the vast sect could be counted on two hands.
The flying boat landed steadily on the ruins of Sky-Supporting Peak. Qin Tian stepped forward first, followed by two stunningly beautiful women, disheveled and flushed.
The moment they appeared before the few survivors of the Panic Sword Sect, the scene, previously filled with wails and cries of pain, fell into complete silence.
The sect leader, Zhang Xiuwen, stood at the forefront. When he recognized who they were, his expression froze instantly.
His gaze pierced through Qin Tian, landing on the two scantily clad women behind him—his wife and daughter, whom he had longed for day and night, believing to be dead!
His wife, Ning Xiao, still possessed her former allure; a revealing purple gauze dress could barely conceal her voluptuous figure. His daughter, Zhang Chunling, wore a provocative white lace mini-dress that barely covered her private parts.
Zhang Xiuwen felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, his legs going weak and nearly causing him to collapse.
He mustered his strength and called out in a trembling voice, "Wife!"
"Ling'er!"
"What...what happened to you?"
Ning Xiao and Zhang Chunling looked at their husband and father, their eyes filled with complex emotions.
However, the mother and daughter exchanged a smile and replied in unison, "We are fine, thank you for your concern, husband (father)." With that, they slowly knelt down, hands behind their backs, buttocks raised high, assuming the most submissive posture of female slaves.
This scene completely shattered Zhang Xiuwen's rational defenses.
His knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees before his wife and daughter, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch them, but stopped mid-air.
He looked at the ornaments on his wife and daughter's bodies, symbols of their lowly status as female slaves, and at the revealing clothing he had never seen his wife wear before, and a painful whimper escaped his throat.
"No…this isn't real…it can't be…" Zhang Xiuwen murmured to himself, his face filled with disbelief and despair. His eyes quickly became bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead, and he was as if struck by lightning.
Qin Tian stepped on Zhang Chunling's head, leaning down to look at Zhang Xiuwen and said, "Why are you crying? Thanks to me, your wife and daughters are much happier than before. Don't believe me? Ask them." Zhang Xiuwen trembled as he looked up at his wife and daughters, familiar yet strange before him.
Ning Xiao and Zhang Chunling's faces were flushed, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They slightly swayed their round, pert buttocks, as if inviting their master to enjoy them.
"Wife...Ling'er...are you really...really willing to do this?" Zhang Xiuwen's voice choked, filled with pain and despair.
Ning Xiao looked up, calmly gazing at her husband, her voice filled with desire and satisfaction.
"Husband, I'm so happy now. Every night, Master's huge penis fills my little hole. The pleasure is simply irresistible. It's something you could never do, but Master can do it so easily."
Zhang Chunling chimed in, "Father, Ling'er too! After being favored by Master, I realized how happy a woman can be. Now, I can't sleep unless Master's huge penis fucks me three or four times a day."
Hearing this, Zhang Xiuwen could no longer hold back, tears streaming down his face.
He slumped helplessly to the ground, his fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms. He wanted to roar in anger, questioning why fate treated him this way; he wanted to weep and beg for his wife and daughter to return to what they once were. But ultimately, these thoughts were overwhelmed by endless despair.
Zhang Xiuwen looked at Qin Tian. He didn't recognize this man at all. Why was he treating him like this? "Who are you! Why..."
Qin Tian looked at Zhang Xiuwen with interest, a mocking smile playing on his lips. He slowly pulled down his pants, revealing his already erect penis.
"He asked who I am, so you two introduce me."
Ning Xiao and Zhang Chunling immediately scrambled over, eagerly sticking out their tongues, each licking one side of Qin Tian's penis.
Their technique was astonishingly skilled; their tongues nimbly traversed the shaft, occasionally teasing the sensitive glans. Zhang Xiuwen stared blankly at everything, his mind a complete blank.
He remembered the time he had shared with his wife and daughters, and the efforts he had made to find them. Now, it was all gone.
While licking the penis, Ning Xiao introduced, "This is our master, our lord. Not only my daughter and I, but all the sisters are too."
Upon hearing his wife's words, Zhang Xiuwen noticed that besides his wife and daughter kneeling before Qin Tian licking the penis, many beautiful women, some familiar and some unfamiliar, had gathered around.
At that moment, he realized that all the surviving disciples were now lying in pools of blood. In just a couple of days, he was the only one left in the entire Shocking Sword Sect.
Zhang Xiuwen could only helplessly watch his wife and daughter diligently sucking and spitting out Qin Tian's penis, making gurgling sounds.
Ning Xiao even boldly swallowed the entire penis, massaging the thick glans with her throat.
Zhang Xiuwen remained kneeling on the ground, staring blankly at his wife and daughter. He felt his heart shattering bit by bit, an unprecedented emptiness enveloping his entire body. He wanted to close his eyes, to escape the cruel reality before him, but found he couldn't look away no matter what.
Just then, Qin Tian suddenly grabbed Ning Xiao's head and began thrusting violently into her mouth.
"Oh, your little mouth feels so good. Swallow it all in front of your husband," Qin Tian growled, thick, white semen gushing out and filling Ning Xiao's mouth.
Ning Xiao managed to swallow a few mouthfuls, but much still spilled from the corners of her mouth. She licked the semen clean from her lips, then turned to her daughter beside her, sharing the remaining essence.
Zhang Chunling accepted her mother's gift with ecstatic joy. The two women's lips intertwined, tasting each other's semen.
The scene was so lewd that even Zhang Xiuwen, who had been on the verge of madness, fell silent.
Qin Tian sat up, looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction.
He casually ripped off Ning Xiao's thin gauze dress, which barely covered her breasts, leaving them completely exposed.
"Come on, let your husband see what this lowly slave really looks like," he said to Ning Xiao. Ning Xiao obediently stood up, proudly displaying her alluring curves.
Her nipples, erect with excitement, trembled slightly in the air. Her face flushed, she excitedly proclaimed, "That's right, I am the Master's lowly slave, and I love being fucked by the Master's big cock." Zhang Xiuwen stared blankly at his wife's body. Her body was beautiful and sexy, but in his eyes, it was so jarring, so terrifying.
Ning Xiao's slender fingers traced her full, white breasts. Seeing her husband's expression, a sense of vengeful pleasure filled her.
"This is all your own doing. Do you think I would fall in love with you? I've always looked down on you. If you had pursued me honestly, I might have been moved by your sincerity. But what did you do!"
"You drugged me and brought my enemies to attack me, all to achieve your despicable goal!"
"Hahaha, you liked me a lot, didn't you? But I belong to the master now. His penis is bigger and longer than yours; it can easily penetrate my uterus and make me scream with pleasure. You can't do any of that!" Qin Tian looked at Zhang Xiuwen smugly, enjoying this visual feast.
His perverse sense of humor was greatly satisfied, but that didn't seem to be enough.
Qin Tian beckoned Zhang Chunling over, then unceremoniously kneaded her well-developed breasts, saying, "Let your father see what's different about you compared to your mother." Zhang Chunling giggled, proudly puffing out her chest.
"Of course I'm younger and more tender, and my pussy is tighter, but don't worry, Master, I'll catch up to Mother's breasts very soon." She finished, deliberately winking at her father.
Zhang Xiuwen shuddered, an indescribable sense of shame washing over him. He wanted to turn and flee, but found his legs rooted to the spot, unable to move.
Qin Tian seemed unsatisfied. He ordered Ning Xiao to lie face down, her buttocks raised high.
"Come, let your husband see how you've changed," he said, casually patting Ning Xiao's full buttocks.
Ning Xiao obediently parted her legs, displaying her private parts without reservation before Qin Tian. It was already soaking wet, love juice slowly flowing down her inner thighs.
"Master, please look, my pussy has been waiting for you, ready for you to enter at any time," she said with a seductive smile.
Qin Tian nodded in satisfaction, reaching out to explore the deep crevice.
"Hmm, not bad, that's a proper female slave." His fingers ruthlessly penetrated Ning Xiao's body, eliciting a sweet moan from her.
Zhang Chunling, not to be outdone, proactively spread her legs to show Qin Tian her vulva.
"My lord, don't just focus on my mother, I'm so itchy here too, I feel like I need your big cock," her voice was filled with longing.
Qin Tian laughed loudly and pulled Zhang Chunling into his arms.
"You two are truly shameless bitches, so desperately begging for another man's penis in front of your own husbands and fathers. Since you're so thirsty, I'll take pity on you today and let you taste what true bliss is!" With that, he placed Zhang Chunling on the ground, assuming the same position as Ning Xiao, and then thrust into her.
"Ah!!" Zhang Chunling let out a soul-stirring cry, immediately immersing herself in overwhelming pleasure. Her hips moved in rhythm with Qin Tian's thrusts, each impact sending waves of flesh rippling across her body.
Ning Xiao watched from the side, her heart burning with desire. She stroked her own vulva, her eyes filled with longing as she awaited the favor of his penis.
Zhang Xiuwen knelt there stiffly, watching helplessly as his wife and daughter became playthings. He, the leader of the Shocking Sword Sect, was utterly powerless to stop it. This sense of defeat and helplessness nearly crushed him.
He knelt amidst the ruins of his former sect, the blood and flesh of his disciples, surrounded by beautiful women. Within this human wall, his wife and daughter were being brutally violated. The mocking laughter of the women, the ecstatic moans of his wife and daughter, and Qin Tian's heavy breathing mingled together, pushing him to the brink of collapse.
Watching his wife and daughter being pleasured by another man, he finally broke down, screaming, "Don't fuck my wife! Don't fuck my wife!! Ah... No! Not my daughter either! Don't fuck my daughter either!!" Amid Zhang Xiuwen's cries, Qin Tian thrust dozens of times before ejaculating inside Zhang Chunling's vagina. He pulled out his penis, gesturing for Ning Xiao to come closer, saying, "Your daughter's uterus can't hold all this. Come on, don't waste it." Ning Xiao obediently stuck out her tongue to catch the semen flowing from her daughter Zhang Chunling's body, then she took Qin Tian's penis into her mouth and sucked out the remaining semen.
Finally, she showed her husband, Zhang Xiuwen, the semen mixed with her daughter's vaginal fluid, saying, "See? This is the Lord's reward. You should thank the Lord properly. Without him, my daughter and I wouldn't be so happy. As our husband and father, you should be happy for us." Qin Tian narrowed his eyes, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips. He said to Zhang Xiuwen, "I'll give you a chance. If you can persuade your wife and daughter, I'll let them return to your side and never bother you three again."
Zhang Xiuwen was stunned for a moment, then immediately knelt before Ning Xiao. "Wife, come back with me, leave him. I... I will continue to treat you and our daughter well. I was despicable and shameless before, it was all my fault, but I truly love you, please..." His voice was filled with despair and pleading.
Qin Tian sneered, kicked Ning Xiao's buttocks, and said, "Hey, your husband is begging you to return to him. Tell me, are you and your daughter willing?"
Ning Xiao knelt on the ground, looking up at Zhang Xiuwen.
In that instant, their eyes met. Zhang Xiuwen tried to see even a trace of struggle or hesitation in her gaze, but his wife's eyes held only lust and love for Qin Tian; there was no room for him.
"My lord, I don't want to leave you," she whispered. "As long as I can stay by your side, I'm willing to do anything. Even if you only use me as a tool for your lust, a penis sheath, and discard me by the roadside after you've worn me out, I'll still be willing."
Zhang Chunling chimed in, "Yes, my lord, I also can't bear to leave your big penis. Besides, serving you with my mother is just too exciting!" Qin Tian laughed heartily and pulled Zhang Chunling into his arms. "Good! You truly are my most loyal follower. Do you have any farewell words for your husbands and fathers?"
Zhang Xiuwen looked up at his wife and daughter in despair. His last glimmer of hope vanished completely in Ning Xiao's disdainful gaze.
Qin Tian sneered. He'd heard from Aunt Rou that Zhang Xiuwen had infiltrated the battle, launching a sneak attack on the Qin clan from the rear, resulting in the deaths of several Qin clan disciples.
Qin Tian could have killed him outright, but he wanted to make him experience true despair.
Because he was the villain, committing heinous acts was his specialty, and disciplining married women and taking revenge on their husbands was his forte. Qin Tian, carrying Ning Xiao and Zhang Chunling in his arms, turned and walked away.
Zhang Xiuwen stared intently at his wife and daughter's writhing skin and beautiful backs. Behind him, a fairy had already raised her longsword.
With a swift stroke, Zhang Xiuwen's head was severed. No one cared about his death; his wife and daughter didn't even look back at him. The fairies who walked past his corpse only showed mockery in their eyes.
Qin Tian had annihilated several sects along the way, and his actions had caused an uproar in the Yin-Yang Immortal Realm.
Qin Tian didn't conceal his identity. Outsiders cheered upon hearing the news, while the natives were on high alert.
Those who had previously participated in the battle began to feel uneasy.
Undercurrents unknown to Qin Tian, many sects had already united, even going so far as to spend enormous sums to try and recall their ancestors from the Remnant Immortal Ancient Battlefield.
Of course, Qin Tian wouldn't care even if he knew.
"Next..." Qin Tian stood on the deck, a gentle light suddenly flashing in his eyes. He turned to the fairies beside him and said, "We're going to the Nine Heavens Sword River."
The flying boat set sail again. Qin Tian stood on the deck, gazing into the distance. His heart, after a moment of coldness, gradually softened.
"Duo Duo, do you think Wen Yu will hate me as her father?" Qin Tian asked anxiously.
Upon hearing this, Qin Duoduo smiled and said, "Father, don't worry. Your daughter might be a vegetarian, but your wives certainly aren't."
"Uh..." Qin Tian was taken aback. Indeed.
None of the women around him were vegetarians; they were beautiful and had sweet voices. He adored them.
The Nine Heavens Sword River was located at the summit of the Nine Heavens. Legend had it that its waters were like silver, crisscrossed with sword energy, making it an extremely mysterious sacred place in the Yin-Yang Immortal Realm.
Only cultivators recognized by the Sword River could set foot in that world brimming with sword intent.
The flying boat traversed the sea of clouds at the summit of the Nine Heavens, finally stopping beside a shimmering silver river.
The sword intent here was so intense it was suffocating, but for Qin Tian and the fairies beside him, it was nothing to worry about.
Qin Tian gazed at the silvery river, his mind clear.
Behind him stood his harem of beauties, each stunningly beautiful and possessing a unique temperament. Some were aloof and cold, others gentle and tender, some lively and spirited. Without exception, their gazes, like stars, were fixed intently on Qin Tian's figure.
"Nine Heavens Sword River," Qin Tian murmured, his voice soft yet thunderous.
Just then, the gates of the Nine Heavens Sword River came into view—a vast and prosperous sect, its mountains undulating, its sword intent surging.
Countless disciples were diligently cultivating, but the next moment, a terrifying pressure descended from the sky, enveloping the entire Nine Heavens Sword River. Those disciples with weaker cultivation only managed a muffled groan before collapsing to the ground, unconscious.
The prodigies standing in the sect's plaza were all pale, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads. Even the sect's elders felt an unprecedented fear.
However, the Nine Heavens Sword River wasn't like the Cloud Heavenly Palace and the Shocking Sword Sect, which had suffered heavy losses and whose patriarchs were absent.
Several figures quickly rushed out, isolating the oppressive aura above the Nine Heavens Sword River.
Seeing the disciples lying unconscious on the ground, the newcomer breathed a sigh of relief. His gaze fell on the slowly moving flying boat above, and he shouted sharply, "Who exactly are you, giving us such a show of force right from the start! Do you think the Nine Heavens Sword River is easy to bully?!"
Qin Tian's gaze was icy. He stepped out of the flying boat and instantly arrived within the Nine Heavens Sword River. The Nine Heavens Sword River's experts were immediately drenched in sweat. Before they could react, Qin Tian was already behind them. If Qin Tian wanted to kill them, they would probably be corpses by now.
"Qin Tian."
"Qin Tian!" An elder couldn't help but exclaim, his voice trembling uncontrollably. They had heard rumors of Qin Tian before, but seeing him with their own eyes, they finally understood the true meaning behind that name.
But the next moment, they were filled with terror. Xiao Meng had left, leaving her daughter behind in the Nine Heavens Sword River, and the ancestor who had always supported Xiao Meng was now on the verge of collapse and powerless to intervene further.
They set their sights on Qin Wenyu. They wanted to use the marriage agreement to kick Qin Wenyu out, so that they could control the Nine Heavens Sword River.
The Nine Heavens Sword River had two ancestors: one who supported outsiders, with whom they cooperated; and one who opposed outsiders, always harboring hostility and xenophobia.
However, Qin Tian didn't even look at them. He simply raised his hand, and an invisible gust of wind swept through, clearing away all obstacles in his path. His gaze was icy, fixed on the depths of the Nine Heavens Sword River.
Deep within the Nine Heavens Sword River, a coffin suddenly erupted with a terrifying shockwave. The coffin lid slowly rose, and a pair of silver eyes opened within. Endless sword energy surged forth like the Yellow River bursting its banks.
But just then, a withered arm slammed down on the coffin lid, the immense force cracking the wood. An elderly man in hemp robes, his body hunched, one hand on the lid, looked into the coffin.
His golden eyes met the silver eyes within.
"Junior brother, I'm not dead yet," the elderly man in hemp robes said sharply. Although he was enveloped in deathly aura, his golden eyes were crystal clear, brimming with sword energy.
"Senior brother, do you truly intend to do this? They are merely outsiders," the person within the coffin finally spoke after a long silence.
The old man in hemp robes chuckled and said, "Junior brother, believe me, the Yin-Yang Immortal Realm will definitely descend into chaos. In this cataclysmic chaos, the Nine Heavens Sword River has only this one path to survival."
"What exactly did your golden eyes see?" the person inside the coffin asked in a deep voice.
"Only darkness, boundless darkness, but within that darkness was a beam of light. I leaned closer to see, and realized it was a figure blocking the darkness, leaving a beam of light for the world."
"I, the Nine Heavens Sword River, must stand in this beam of light," the old man in hemp robes said firmly.
The old man in hemp robes looked at his silent junior brother inside the coffin. He pressed down hard, and the coffin lid was pushed open again. "Junior brother, you should continue sleeping. Leave it to me."
The silver eyes inside the coffin stared blankly at the old man in hemp robes. The coffin lid slowly closed, and his vision grew smaller and smaller. Watching his senior brother slowly disappear from sight, he knew this was the last time he would see his senior brother.
"This time, it's your turn."
The faint voice echoed from within the coffin, and the place fell into deathly silence once more.
At the same time, Qin Tian's gaze shifted from the depths of the Nine Heavens Sword River. He looked at someone and asked, "Where is Qin Wenyu?" Qin Tian's gaze turned icy again, like ice in the dead of winter. He scanned his surroundings, and all the disciples and elders who met his eyes involuntarily lowered their heads, trembling.
They knew that if it weren't for Qin Wenyu and Xiao Meng, Qin Tian would have already razed this sect to the ground. "At the Ten Thousand Swords Spirit Pool in the east," an elder said in a trembling voice.
He could feel the terrifying killing intent emanating from Qin Tian, suppressed like a leashed beast, glaring menacingly, ready to devour its prey. He believed that if anyone were to provoke him now, this beast would immediately break free of its chains and tear them to pieces.
Qin Tian nodded and headed east, followed by Qin Duoduo, Qin Linglong, and the others. However, the fairies of Fox Heaven Pavilion didn't go with them; they waited on the flying boat, cleaning up the cabins that had been a mess over the past few days.
After all, licking out the semen from the crevices was quite a chore.
To the east of the Nine Heavens Sword River, a clear spring could be faintly seen. This was the renowned "Ten Thousand Swords Spirit Pool" of the Nine Heavens Sword River, said to greatly enhance sword cultivation with prolonged immersion.
Lotus flowers bloomed in the pool, their leaves verdant, all formed from condensed sword energy, brimming with vitality.
And in the pool, a pure white figure bathed. She was still young, around ten years old, but if her age wasn't revealed, no one could guess her true age.
Because she was far too precocious.
In the shimmering pool, the gentle ripples lapping against Qin Wenyu's naked body. Her skin, as white and flawless as fresh snow, glowed with a luminous sheen under the moonlight. Her breasts were full and perky, perfectly shaped; her waist was slender and supple, without an ounce of excess fat; her long legs were straight and shapely, and her taut buttocks were irresistibly alluring.
Qin Wenyu looked worried. "Mother and all the aunts aren't here, and I don't know when Grandma and my sisters will be able to come."
If there was no other way, she would have to threaten suicide. She refused to marry, because a vague figure always lingered in her heart—a dream man described by her mother and her aunts and sisters, and in her own mind.
Although she had never met him, Qin Wenyu firmly believed that he was the one she should marry, even if they were father and daughter.
When Qin Tian led Qin Linglong, Qin Duoduo, and Zhou Bairou to the Ten Thousand Swords Spirit Pool, he immediately saw a snow-white figure in the water.
She was already sitting in the shallow end, the clear water just covering her snow-white buttocks. Her upper body, exposed above the water, was flawless, like the finest porcelain.
Her silky back was without a single blemish, like a piece of exquisite jade. Moreover, the girl was remarkably well-developed; even with her back turned, a hint of her side breasts could still be seen from either side.
Qin Linglong and Qin Duoduo exchanged a glance, choosing not to break the silence. They were both Qin Tian's daughters, and they understood Qin Wenyu's feelings.
If they could get their father to pay more attention to Qin Wenyu's charm, perhaps Qin Wenyu could achieve her dreams.
Zhou Bairou, however, couldn't bear to watch any longer. She was Qin Wenyu's godmother, and Qin Wenyu was, after all, her goddaughter.
"Ahem," Zhou Bairou coughed lightly.
Qin Wenyu instantly opened her eyes, her heart sinking. This was her and her mother's private residence. The Ten Thousand Swords Spirit Pool was usually only used by the two of them for bathing; no one else would ever come.
The thought of her body being seen by a man other than him filled her with immense panic.
Qin Wenyu quickly turned around. Their eyes met, and the air froze. After a long while, Qin Wenyu realized that she was almost completely naked before Qin Tian. Shame and panic instantly overwhelmed her.
"Who are you! You...how did you get in?" Qin Wenyu cried out, her face flushed, her hands instinctively covering her chest.
Qin Tian opened his mouth, but no words came out.
His gaze lingered on his daughter's perfect body, unable to look away for a long time. Her round, perky breasts, her slender waist, her full, firm buttocks, and her long, straight legs—everything stimulated his senses.
"Wenyu, don't be nervous, it's me," Zhou Bairou said, walking over to comfort her.
"Grandma!" Qin Wenyu exclaimed with delight. She then noticed that not only her grandmother but also her two older sisters were there.
"Sister Duoduo, Sister Linglong, you're here too." Seeing her family, Qin Wenyu's mood improved considerably.
However, Qin Duoduo and Qin Linglong didn't reply, but instead pushed Qin Tian in front of their younger sister.
"Sister, look who this is?" Qin Duoduo said meaningfully.
"Who is this person? Why did he bring a man with him? I'm not dressed yet..." Qin Wenyu crossed her arms, looking at Qin Tian shyly. She didn't know why, even though this man had seen her naked, she didn't feel disgusted. Moreover, this man felt very familiar.
Just as Qin Wenyu was about to ask more questions, her expression suddenly froze. Her beautiful eyes widened, staring at the man before her in disbelief.
At that glance, everything else seemed to disappear, all the noise subsided, and only that tall, slender figure in white, like a celestial being descended to earth, came into view.
Qin Wenyu's pupils trembled silently, like spring ice melting.
Looking at the stunned, somewhat wooden Qin Wenyu,
Qin Tian's handsome face revealed a gentle smile, like the warm winter sun.
"Wenyu, we've finally met."
Qin Wenyu remained stunned, her eyes silently filling with tears.
Her mind went blank.
The figure she had seen countless times in her dreams was finally there.
It felt so unreal, like a dream.
"Father...Father? Is this a dream? Is it really you?" Qin Wenyu's voice trembled.
Seeing Qin Wenyu like this, Qin Tian sighed inwardly. He had been with Qin Duoduo and Qin Linglong when they were little, but Qin Wenyu—before he disappeared, she was still in Xiao Meng's womb.
He hadn't been there for her at all.
"It's me. Father is taking you home." Qin Tian smiled slightly, trying to control his emotions. Only when Qin Tian admitted it did Qin Wenyu feel a sense of reality.
Ignoring that she was naked and dripping wet, she threw herself into Qin Tian's arms, clinging to him tightly. It was as if if she loosened her grip even slightly, Qin Tian would vanish like a dream.
Qin Wenyu buried her head in Qin Tian's arms, her voice choked with sobs.
"I...I knew Daddy would appear, I knew...Waaah..." Although she had never met her father, the unique bond of blood seemed to tell Qin Wenyu that this was indeed her father.
Qin Tian felt a pang of guilt; this child had truly suffered.
"Wenyu, put your clothes on first, be careful not to catch a cold," Qin Tian said.
Of course, the fear of catching a cold was just an excuse. What cultivator would catch a cold? It was just that his daughter was a little too precocious. He didn't want to ruin such a touching father-daughter reunion because of some disobedient organ; how embarrassing would that be?
Qin Wenyu stepped out of Qin Tian's arms, her eyelids slightly red and swollen, long eyelashes still glistening with tears.
Knowing the man before her was her father, Qin Wenyu stopped concealing her naked body. She wanted to say something, but Zhou Bairou had already draped a garment over her goddaughter, covering her delicate, snow-white skin.
Zhou Bairou: "Listen to your father, don't catch a cold," she said, giving Qin Tian a warning glare.
Qin Tian awkwardly touched his nose, but he didn't mind. He raised his hand and wiped away the tears from Qin Wenyu's eyelashes.
"Wenyu, it's my fault. I'll explain the reasons later." However, Qin Wenyu grabbed Qin Tian's hand.
Her delicate face, which hadn't shown a smile in a long time, blossomed into a beautiful, radiant smile.
"Actually, there's no need to explain so much. As long as Father is by Wenyu's side... that's enough." Qin Tian's expression faltered slightly.
Then he smiled back and nodded, "Okay."