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Above the unfathomable sea of clouds, a flying boat rested. Qin Tian took in everything that happened to Zhang Xiaohu below.
While enjoying the voluptuous pleasure of his master Meng Rudie's breast play, Qin Tian also had his two beloved daughters, Duoduo and Linglong, on either side of him. The two girls were also completely naked, displaying their youthful, delicate bodies. They reached just to Qin Tian's chest and nestled against their father, kissing his chest incessantly.
Meanwhile, Lu Xi, also completely naked, rested Qin Tian's head on her ample thighs. Now, the first thing Qin Tian saw when he opened his eyes was Lu Xi's large breasts, almost completely obscuring his view.
"Hehe, even a Nine-Life Reincarnation Martial Immortal, no matter how fast their cultivation speed, still needs time. They're too weak in the early stages. Until they regain all their memories, this chosen one is incomplete and flawed."
The four women watched silently. Qin Tian had explained to them what a chosen one was.
"Someone come here."
At Qin Tian's command, the gate opened.
Several stunningly beautiful women walked in gracefully, their steps light as swallows, every movement exuding captivating charm.
Leading them was Zhao Cangshui, dressed in a purple gauze dress. Her long hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall. The gossamer-thin dress barely concealed her alluring figure, her nipples faintly visible, incredibly seductive. Her eyes were dreamy, seemingly containing endless desire, making one want to explore further.
Following closely behind was Wang Yingxia, dressed in a green dress. She was tall and slender, but her breasts were unusually full, almost bursting out of her dress. They swayed gently with her steps, as if about to leap out at any moment. The green dress barely reached her thighs, revealing her long, slender legs and rounded buttocks—utterly alluring.
Finally, there was Ning Xiao, dressed in a red mini-skirt. Her makeup was seductive, her eyes exuding a captivating charm. The red dress was shockingly short, barely covering her private parts, exposing large expanses of her fair skin. She deliberately swayed her hips, enticing gazes following her movements, involuntarily lingering between her full, round buttocks.
The three women stood in the center of the hall, bowing in unison to Qin Tian. Their movements were elegant and graceful, yet undeniably licentious. "This lewd slave greets Your Majesty," they said in unison, their voices sweet and seductive, enough to stir the soul.
Qin Tian nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on the several beautiful bodies. These women were all peerless beauties, their cultivation levels astounding, yet at this moment, they were like subservient slaves, bowing their heads to him and allowing themselves to be manipulated.
Actually, Qin Tian had a reason for summoning these three. Although their mothers had higher cultivation levels and were more suitable, their mothers were more comfortable to have sex with, so it was better to leave the mothers to be used while sending the daughters out to do the work.
"Get up," Qin Tian said calmly. "I summoned you here today to give you an important task."
Hearing this, a glint of excitement flashed in the women's eyes.
Being able to work for their master meant that their master trusted them!
Qin Tian took out eight fragments of spiritual light containing memories and gave them to the three women, saying, "Go and place these memory fragments in the designated locations, then disguise yourselves and approach Zhang Xiaohu appropriately."
"Yes!" the three women immediately replied.
Memory fragments don't exist, but there are indeed reincarnation marks, though not eight, but four.
Therefore, he needs to find the Martial Immortal's reincarnation mark first, so that Zhang Xiaohu only absorbs the memory fragments he's tampered with.
"The Martial Immortal Palace seems to have already mobilized to search. Just grab anyone and do a soul search, and we'll know." Qin Tian was thinking when suddenly the soft, comfortable feeling on his penis stopped.
Meng Rudie, looking tired, cupped her breasts and complained, "Aren't you going to ejaculate yet? Are you trying to kill me with exhaustion?"
Qin Tian smiled, his large hand squeezing Meng Rudie's breast, and said, "Just these big breasts and you think I'll ejaculate? Master underestimates me. Spread your legs."
Meng Rudie pouted, "Your daughter's still here, how ridiculous!" Though she said it was ridiculous, she still obediently lay down on the bed, sticking her buttocks up like a little bitch.
Qin Tian then walked behind her.
Qin Tian caressed his beautiful master's smooth, full, naked body with abandon, sighing, "Such a beautiful body, I wish I could stay inside your little hole forever."
Meng Rudie, who had been being fucked every day recently, had already opened her heart. She said in a sweet voice, "I think you want my life...you traitor..."
Qin Tian touched Meng Rudie's wet, flower-like opening, chuckled, and called her a slut. He slapped her trembling, plump buttocks with a loud "smack," then aimed his penis at her target and thrust it in. With a satisfied groan from Meng Rudie, he began to fuck her vigorously.
Soon, suppressed, sexy moans filled the room. Before long, the clear, sweet cries of three other young girls also rang out, rising and falling, filling the room with the scent of spring.
.....
In an ancient city, countless treasure ships appeared, their light flowing, each artifact radiating a vast, terrifying aura.
This surprised and puzzled the people of the city, who wondered which top-tier force had come.
In a restaurant, Wu Xian'er frowned at the thought. Elsewhere in the restaurant, there were more than ten people, all dressed in the robes of the Martial Immortal Palace, each enveloped in divine light, their every move exuding a vast aura.
This was Martial Immortal's ninth incarnation; the Martial Immortal Palace no longer needed to hide it.
"Yun Immortal Saintess, what's wrong? You seem troubled?" a disciple of the Martial Immortal Palace asked.
His gaze swept over Wu Xian'er's alluring figure, a flicker of lust in his eyes, which he quickly suppressed.
Wu Xian'er was beautiful, but her figure was incredibly voluptuous; anyone who saw her would exclaim that she was a woman capable of bearing children.
And Wu Xian'er's duty was the same. Her mind stored some of Wu Xian'er's most important memories, because entering reincarnation would inevitably erase some of those memories.
Her responsibility was to safeguard a portion of the Martial Immortal's core memories, and then, upon his return, dedicate her body to bear him children.
Because once one becomes a True Immortal, it becomes extremely difficult to conceive.
Therefore, besides safeguarding his memories, Wu Xian'er's task was also to bear children for the Martial Immortal.
Wu Xian'er had been raised by the Martial Immortal Palace since childhood, and her admiration and reverence for the Martial Immortal was understandable. However, she had never met him, so she was more anxious and excited than anyone else, wanting to see her destined man as soon as possible.
Wu Xian'er forced a smile: "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about when I can find the Martial Immortal."
She sighed inwardly.
She had led her people to search the Nine Heavens Sword River region for over ten days, but still hadn't found any trace of the Martial Immortal's reincarnation.
"The Martial Immortal should have already appeared..."
"But after so many days, there shouldn't be any movement at all."
Wu Xian'er was getting anxious.
Moreover, she sensed that Wu Xian was avoiding them. The moment she sensed him, before she could even pinpoint his location, the sensation vanished instantly, as if Wu Xian was constantly on the run.
The Wu Xian Hall disciple cursed inwardly, "Shameless slut, does she really want to find Wu Xian so badly that she'll get pregnant?"
Because Wu Xian'er was likely to become Wu Xian's wife and mother of his children, many in the Wu Xian Hall dared not disrespect her, but Wu Xian'er was simply too alluring.
Her pert, large buttocks swayed back and forth, a truly breathtaking sight.
Many disciples watched with envy.
"Look at that big ass of hers, swaying back and forth, so lewd! For a saintess, her buttocks are so full."
"Shh, keep your voice down. How can she bear children for Lord Martial Immortal if her ass isn't big?"
"Tsk, I'm so damn envious of Lord Martial Immortal. That ass, I wonder how pleasurable it would be to have her from behind."
These disciples only dared to vent their frustrations in their hearts. Even if they had ten times the courage, they wouldn't dare disrespect Wu Xian'er.
"By the way, Saintess, I heard that the outsider's divine son is also in this area. Shouldn't we be careful?"
"Heh, Wu Guming, have you lost your courage from being away for too long? Why should my Martial Immortal Palace fear outsiders? Back then, my Martial Immortal Palace was just lying low, waiting for the Martial Immortal's reincarnation; otherwise, those outsiders would have been killed long ago."
A Martial Immortal Palace disciple with a somewhat gloomy face said dismissively.
Wu Guming frowned and said, "Don't underestimate anyone."
Wu Guishan sneered, "Then let's hope we encounter this divine child. If we do, I'll cut off his head and present it to Lord Martial Immortal!"
Wu Guishan was a top-tier prodigy in the Martial Immortal Palace, born with a fierce ghost bone. He absorbed Netherworld energy from a young age, cultivating the Great Ferocious Ghost King Body, possessing unparalleled combat power, even capable of rivaling the Giant Spirit Body of the Cloud Palace.
Wu Xian'er shook her head, but didn't stop them. What did the Martial Immortal Palace have to fear from outsiders? If they truly encountered that divine child, they would either not hinder their search for Lord Martial Immortal, or they would simply kill him.
Having rested enough, Wu Xian'er was about to urge everyone to continue their journey when a voice interrupted her.
"Are you talking about me?"
A snow-white figure walked in. Qin Tian was tall and imposing, dressed in white robes, seemingly shrouded in divine radiance. His features were serene as he slowly entered.
Behind him followed two stunningly beautiful women, no less beautiful than Wu Xian'er. Their enormous breasts swayed with each step, and their plump hips instantly drew everyone's attention.
Wu Xian'er frowned, stood up, and asked, "And you are?"
Qin Tian's expression was as calm as snow. He walked in step by step, his gaze sweeping over Wu Xian'er's body. He said with a playful smile, "Fairy, you have quite a big butt. Looks like you'd be perfect for having children. From now on, I'll call you Big-Butt Fairy."
"You!"
Hearing this, Wu Xian'er's face darkened. Her body belonged to Lord Wu Xian. How dare this spoiled brat insult her like this?
"Heh, weren't you just talking about me? You said that if you encountered me, you would cut off my head and offer it to your Lord Wu Xian."
"You are Qin Tian, the Divine Child among the Outsiders," Wu Xian'er said grimly.
"A mere outsider dares to insult the Holy Maiden of my Martial Immortal Palace! He's courting death!" Wu Guishan slammed his fist on the table and rose to his feet, his body radiating a chilling aura of the underworld, exuding a menacing presence.
Qin Tian looked at him, but said to Wu Xian'er, "Big-Butt Fairy, let me touch your butt, and I won't kill him, okay?"
Wu Xian'er trembled violently. Although her eyes were hidden behind a blindfold, they were clearly seething with rage.
Stared at by Qin Tian, Wu Guishan felt a sudden, icy chill explode behind him. His expression changed drastically, and his spiritual energy surged, unleashing a deafening attack.
"Qin Tian! You have insulted the Holy Maiden of my Martial Immortal Palace time and again! Die!"
Boom!
A fierce ghost bone on Wu Guishan's chest suddenly emitted a jet-black divine light. At the same time, his body writhed and inflated, then exploded in size, his limbs thickening, his face turning blue and his fangs bared, transforming him into the Great Ferocious Ghost King.
The ghostly aura within the entire palace surged dramatically.
"Today I will kill you right here!"
Wu Guishan roared, his voice like a torrent from the depths of hell. He opened his maw, unleashing a torrent of nether energy.
"Heh."
Qin Tian merely smiled indifferently.
"It seems the Big-Butt Fairy doesn't care about this man's life or death. Touching your butt in exchange for a life—such a profitable deal, what a pity."
He shook his head slightly, and the next second, he took a step forward.
With his movement, in an instant, divine light enveloped Qin Tian, a dazzling aura soaring into the sky around him, filling the entire restaurant with shimmering light.
Qin Tian's eyes flickered, his black pupils instantly turning golden.
With a wave of his hand, a surge of spiritual energy erupted.
Wu Guishan had already transformed into the Great Fiend Ghost King Body, a physique he had refined day and night by absorbing nether energy—terrifyingly powerful.
But at this moment, faced with Qin Tian's sudden attack, he was startled and roared as he unleashed his full power to defend.
Just one move!
A deafening roar.
Wu Guishan's body trembled violently, his Ghost King Body exploding into a cloud of blood mist.
"Ah!"
He screamed in agony, feeling as if the terrifying divine light was tearing his soul apart, the pain so intense it felt as if his entire body was being ripped apart.
"How could this be?"
Wu Guishan spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide with shock.
What kind of power was this?
Qin Tian had merely swept his hand away, yet he had shattered his Great Fiend Ghost King Body!?
"You... I don't believe it!"
Wu Guishan was filled with shock and rage. The Fiend Ghost Bone in his chest suddenly erupted with a stream of dark light, and divine runes rose up, filling the entire tavern with ghostly energy.
"These bones look pretty good. I'll take them home for my dog to chew on."
Qin Tian chuckled lightly. He took a step forward, then stretched out one hand.
Qin Tian's palm was like jade, shimmering with a mesmerizing, glassy hue. On the surface, he didn't seem to be using any terrifying magical techniques, yet this jade-like hand had directly torn apart the terrifying flesh of Wu Guishan before him, appearing in front of him in an instant.
"Crack."
Qin Tian grabbed Wu Guishan's neck.
The latter's face changed drastically, a look of fear and horror appearing in his eyes: "How could this be...? Why is my Ghost King Body so vulnerable..."
"What kind of monster are you?!"
He cried out in horror, his eyes filled with terror, as if he had encountered some terrifying monster!
He already regretted jumping out to be the first to act, just to show off.
"I thought you were so strong, but the Martial Immortal Hall is nothing special."
Qin Tian spoke calmly, then clenched his fist.
"Bang!"
Wu Guishan's body exploded in mid-air. Qin Tian plunged his fist into his chest and ripped out a piece of black-green bone inscribed with intricate runes.
Wu Guishan's headless corpse was tossed aside by Qin Tian like a piece of broken trash.
Qin Tian acted too quickly. It wasn't until they saw Wu Guishan's body that the other disciples of the Martial Immortal Hall came to their senses.
"He...he killed Wu Guishan!"
"Bastard, you're provoking the Martial Immortal Hall! Do you know the consequences?!"
"Attack him! Kill him!!"
The surrounding disciples of the Martial Immortal Hall shouted angrily, but none of them dared to move, their faces filled with fear.
Wu Guishan was no weaker than any of them, perhaps even stronger, yet he was killed in an instant.
They hadn't even caught a single blow. Seeing Wu Guishan's corpse, they felt a chill run down their spines, filled with terror.
Qin Tian weighed the demon bone in his hand, then tossed it behind him to Ren Qianqian, who had come with him.
"Keep it. See if anyone can use it when you get back. If not, feed it to the dogs."
After saying that, Qin Tian looked at Wu Xian'er, smiled, and pointed to Wu Guming beside him, saying, "Big-Butt Fairy, let me touch your butt, and I won't kill him."
"You!" Wu Xian'er was no longer as angry as before; she was more afraid. Qin Tian's easy killing of Wu Guishan had greatly shocked her.
Wu Guming, sweating profusely, calmly said, "Doesn't the Divine Child think he's being extremely rude?"
"Oh, rude?" Qin Tian glanced at the others and said, "It's like you're saying you don't want to touch her butt. The difference between you and me is that you only dare to fantasize in your hearts, while I dare to say it out loud. Not only do I dare to say it, I dare to actually touch it."
"So, me touching your butt or his death?"
Wu Xian'er was stunned. She looked at her fellow disciples and saw them all lowering their heads guiltily. She felt extremely disgusted, but her body was sacred, belonging exclusively to Lord Wu Xian. No one but Lord Wu Xian was qualified to touch her.
Qin Tian still smiled, but his attack was ruthless. Before Wu Guming could resist, Qin Tian had already passed him by.
Everyone was shocked, because Qin Tian was currently holding Wu Guming's head in his hand.
Wu Guming remained a headless corpse, collapsing to the ground with a thud.
"Are all the Martial Immortal Hall members like you?" Qin Tian tossed the head in his hand, tossing it down at Wu Xian'er's feet.
Wu Xian'er stared at Wu Guming's unseeing head, her face deathly pale, utterly bewildered.
Qin Tian gave Wu Xian'er no time to react, randomly pointing to another Martial Immortal Hall disciple and continuing, "Touch of buttocks, and he'll die."
Qin Tian was now like the King of Hell, calling on whoever he called, and they died.
The disciples of the Martial Immortal Hall were terrified. The glory of the Martial Immortal Hall was utterly insignificant in the face of death.
"No...no, don't kill me, I don't want to die!"
"Holy Maiden, Holy Maiden, please, save me! It was just a touch on the buttocks, is a buttock more important than a life?"
Wu Xian'er clenched her fists tightly, torn between her chastity and the lives of her fellow disciples.
"Ah!!"
A scream reached Wu Xian'er's ears. She immediately looked up and saw that the disciple Qin Tian had called out was now a headless corpse. At the same time, she felt something touch her foot.
Looking down, she saw it was the disciple's head rolling towards her.
His eyes were wide open, bloodshot, staring straight at Wu Xian'er, as if venomously questioning why she hadn't saved him.
Qin Tian gave Wu Xian'er no time to think.
His figure moved like a ghost among the disciples of the Martial Immortal Hall. His hands were covered in blood as he looked at Wu Xian'er, a sinister smile on his face.
"Big-butt fairy, touching your butt and their life."
This time, Qin Tian killed first and questioned later. Wu Xian'er watched as seven or eight heads rolled towards her, her eyes trembling, her whole body enveloped in terror.
These disciples were all prodigies painstakingly cultivated by the Martial Immortal Hall, yet they seemed like lambs to the slaughter before this man.
Killing them was as easy as slicing vegetables.
However, besides Wu Xian'er herself, only two other disciples of the Martial Immortal Hall remained standing.
"Big-Butt Fairy, death is their fate. It seems the rest of you aren't enough for me to ask again."
Qin Tian's icy eyes fell upon the two remaining disciples of the Martial Immortal Hall who were kneeling on the ground in terror. Although he wore a handsome smile, it sent chills down their spines.
"Holy Maiden, what are you doing? Quickly agree to him! Are you going to watch us all die here?!"
"Holy Maiden, just agree with him! Being touched won't cost you a piece of flesh."
The two practically begged Wu Xian'er, but she simply stood there, clenching her fists and gritting her teeth, remaining silent.
She was currently torn internally. Her purpose in life was to become the Martial Immortal's possession, to bear his children. Therefore, her body was sacred, and as the Holy Maiden of Pregnancy, she had a responsibility to preserve a pure body for the Martial Immortal.
But now…
Seeing that Wu Xian'er remained unmoved, the two men grew impatient and, disregarding her status, began to hurl insults.
"You fucking bitch! What are you pretending to be pure for? You think you're so great just because you're a Holy Maiden? You were born to be fucked!"
"Wu Xian'er! You slut, you're nothing but a surrogate tool! Your mission is to be fucked until you're pregnant, and you've even pretended to be one!"
Hearing these words, Wu Xian'er's face paled even more. They were right; no matter how noble and sacred her identity was packaged, her mission remained that of a surrogate tool to be fucked until pregnant by the Martial Immortal.
"Oh, so you have such a secret, fairy. It's such a waste to use such a beautiful body as a surrogate. Why don't I kill him and make you mine?"
"Oh, so you're from the Martial Immortal Hall, looking for the Martial Immortal. Heh, you all share the surname Wu. This Martial Immortal is quite narcissistic."
Qin Tian's speed was too fast. Before Wu Xian'er could react, Qin Tian was already behind a disciple, his large hand pressing down on the top of his head, his five fingers like steel needles piercing into his brain.
Qin Tian mocked as he searched the disciple's soul.
"Oh... interesting. Nine reincarnations to become a true immortal, huh? Then we really can't leave him alone. Go kill him."
Wu Xian'er was shocked. Their seas of consciousness were protected by restrictions set up by powerful members of the Martial Immortal Hall to prevent others from searching their souls. Why could Qin Tian break through these restrictions so easily?
"We can't find him, how could you?" Despite her extreme fear and panic, Wu Xian'er, a woman destined for greatness, managed to remain composed.
"Are you talking about him?" Qin Tian smiled and pointed to the street below the restaurant.
Wu Xian'er was startled. She looked down and saw a resolute young man passing by. She immediately recognized his face—it was the ninth incarnation.
But why couldn't she sense his presence?
Wu Xian'er had finally met the man destined for her, the man she had been told from birth to sacrifice herself to.
A long-lost smile appeared on her face. She wanted to go over and acknowledge him, to reveal her identity, and to fulfill her responsibility.
But the next moment, her expression changed. She turned her head and, sure enough, saw Qin Tian's cold, cruel smile.
Qin Tian twisted his hand, snapping the disciple's neck with a crack, then ripped through the flesh, severing his head and tossing it at Wu Xian'er's feet.
"What a coincidence. Now that I've killed him, you can give up." Qin Tian beheaded the remaining disciple as well, then turned to kill Zhang Xiaohu.
Wu Xian'er was horrified. Her Martial Immortal hadn't recovered yet, and this was his most important incarnation; he absolutely couldn't afford to encounter this monster now.
"I agree!!" Wu Xian'er shouted.
Her voice was loud, almost carrying outside the tavern. Many people on the street looked up, whispering amongst themselves.
"What did the Big-Butt Fairy agree to?" Qin Tian continued walking, his still-bleeding hands particularly glaring.
"I agree to let you touch my butt..." Wu Xian'er gritted her teeth.
"I can't hear you."
"I promise to let you touch my butt."
"Still can't hear you."
"I promise to let you touch my butt!"
"My hearing has been a little poor lately. If you don't want to say anything, fine. He hasn't gone far anyway."
"I...I promise to let you touch my butt!!!" Wu Xian'er was practically desperate, using all her strength to shout it out at the top of her lungs.
This time it was even louder than the first time.
Many people looked up, their expressions turning strange.
Zhang Xiaohu looked up at the magnificent restaurant, and sneered disdainfully: "Shameless prostitute. This kind of woman deserves to be nothing more than a man's plaything, unlike her..."
Zhang Xiaohu touched the small shield Qin Wenyu had given him in his arms, and the image of that excessively pure and beautiful woman resurfaced in his mind.
"Lord Wu Xian, there are spies from the Martial Immortal Palace here. We should keep a low profile," Wu Guang said in Zhang Xiaohu's mind.
Zhang Xiaohu nodded and naturally blended into the crowd.
"Wu Guang, why did you bring me here?" Zhang Xiaohu asked curiously.
Wu Guang: "First, to escape the pursuit of the traitors from the Martial Immortal Hall. Second, this ancient city has a thriving trade; I can sell some of the pills I taught you to refine to accumulate spirit stones for my cultivation. Third, I heard that Penglai Immortal Island is recruiting disciples in a few days, and there's a branch here. If you can enter Penglai Immortal Island, not only will you not have to worry about the Martial Immortal Hall, but you can also lie low and slowly recover your memories. It will be much easier to search for memory fragments under the guise of training as a Penglai Immortal Island disciple."
Zhang Xiaohu nodded. Indeed, having an elder in the family is like having a treasure.
Moreover, Wu Guang is proficient in alchemy and weapon crafting; he not only taught him everything but also gave him a lot of resources—truly a caring old friend.
In the restaurant.
Standing amidst the carnage of her fellow disciples, their heads severed one by one by Qin Tian and tossed at her feet, Wu Xian'er watched helplessly. Her once breathtakingly beautiful face was now etched with fear and despair, yet she stubbornly held her head high, refusing to yield to this despicable enemy.
Qin Tian laughed heartily, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Interesting. So many fellow disciples, yet none compare to this one Wu Xian. Looks like he's really important to you."
He strode over to Wu Xian'er and grabbed her slender waist.
Wu Xian'er trembled, wanting to pull away, but afraid of angering him, she could only stand frozen, letting Qin Tian's large hand freely knead and roam over her shapely buttocks.
"So bouncy!" Qin Tian exclaimed, increasing the pressure of his grip.
He clawed at her breasts, squeezing and kneading them hard, feeling the smooth, elastic texture and the slightly trembling muscles beneath his hands.
Wu Xian'er endured the humiliation, her body trembling slightly with anger.
However, as Qin Tian kneaded, a strange, tingling sensation began to spread across her buttocks. She was horrified to find herself aroused at this moment, and felt even more ashamed.
"Big-Butt Fairy, why are you trembling? Are you feeling something? Your butt is so big, it must be very sensitive, right?"
Qin Tian's hands grew increasingly audacious, evolving from simple kneading to rhythmic slaps. His palms landed heavily on Wu Xian'er's delicate buttocks, producing crisp slapping sounds.
Each slap caused a slight tremor, making her full buttocks quiver and sway in the air.
Wu Xian'er bit her lip, forcing back tears that welled in her eyes.
She could feel her sensitive buttocks becoming hot; each slap sent a jolt of electric stimulation through her. Despite her humiliation and anger, she was even more surprised to find herself experiencing a strange pleasure.
"Just as I expected, it feels so good," Qin Tian teased, kneading vigorously. "Such a big, beautiful butt, you must get stared at a lot, right?"
Wu Xian'er suppressed her shame and remained silent.
Seeing this, Qin Tian wasn't angry. Instead, he intensified his fondling of her body, his fingers moving down her buttocks, rubbing her most private parts through the thin fabric.
"No..." Wu Xian'er finally couldn't help but cry out, her voice trembling noticeably.
Qin Tian enjoyed the complex expression on her face, a mixture of shame and indignation, and an uncontrollable lust.
But then, he suddenly withdrew his hands, smiling, and said, "Alright, you've touched me enough, I should go now."
Before she could react, a resounding slap landed on her firm, round buttocks.
"Big-butt fairy, we'll meet again," Qin Tian whispered in her ear, then turned and left.
Wu Xian'er knelt weakly on the ground, feeling the burning pain in her buttocks. Her fellow disciples were already lifeless, their blood soaking the ground.
Wu Xian'er's legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground, her heart filled with agonizing torment. There was guilt for saving her fellow disciples, betrayal of the Martial Immortal, and the strange, abruptly ended pleasure.
She stood there stunned for a moment, then remembered she was supposed to find the Martial Immortal, but when she looked down at the street, the Martial Immortal had vanished.
Now her senses were failing; she had no idea where to look, and she dared not inform the Martial Immortal Hall.
If the Martial Immortal Hall found out her buttocks had been touched by another man, they might strip her of her Saintess status, but that wasn't the most important thing. She hadn't thought that far ahead before, but now, after Qin Tian's reminder, she saw many things from a different perspective.
Why did the Grand Elder always stand behind her when instructing her in cultivation?
Why did her fellow disciples always walk a few steps slower?
Now she understood: because they were all looking at her buttocks; behind those kind and gentle faces lay naked desire.
"I can't tell the Martial Immortal Palace. I need to find Lord Martial Immortal first. With Lord Martial Immortal here, they'll have some reservations."
Wu Xian'er took one last look at the heads and headless corpses scattered on the ground. She sighed, her divine light sweeping across the area, washing everything clean.
Qin Tian returned to the flying boat, glancing at the ancient city below. He ordered, "Have someone keep an eye on his and Wu Xian'er's movements. Don't let them meet so soon."
After speaking, Qin Tian looked at a large-breasted mother and daughter. "Let's go to Penglai Immortal Island. I still need to settle some things."
Li Xianhai and Zhao Cangshui were both from Penglai Immortal Island, but their husbands and fathers had sent them to the Fox Heaven Pavilion as hostages.
Earlier, he had sent a message to Penglai Immortal Island, instructing them to come to the ancient city in three days to recruit disciples, with a focus on Zhang Xiaohu.
But Qin Tian felt it was still necessary to go, because he knew that a protagonist destined for greatness would attract a following of brainless fans wherever they went.
Previously an enemy of outsiders, Penglai Immortal Island surrendered after its defeat. Its lord, Zhao Haiming, even sent his wife and daughters as hostages. No one knew if his surrender was genuine or if he harbored resentment.
As dawn broke, the disciples of Penglai Immortal Island were already fully prepared. Dressed in neat blue robes, their faces solemn, they seemed ready for an important ceremony.
Zhao Haiming cleared his throat, surveyed the crowd, and said in a low voice, "Gentlemen, today the Divine Son will personally visit our island. You must be careful in your words and actions, and refrain from any disrespect."
Zhao Haiming had known of Qin Tian from the beginning, and recent news of Qin Tian's successive destruction of the Cloud Heavenly Palace and the Shocking Sword Sect had intensified his fear.
Not daring to show the slightest disrespect, he summoned the entire island upon hearing of Qin Tian's impending visit, even bringing the gatekeeper's dogs.
Hearing that Qin Tian had a penchant for beautiful women, he ordered all the women on the island to wear low-cut dresses and short skirts, regardless of whether they were married women, young wives, or other men's girlfriends; they were all arranged to stand in the front row.
As soon as Zhao Haiming finished speaking, a deep rumble echoed from the distant horizon. The disciples looked in the direction of the sound and saw a magnificent golden flying ship soaring through the air. The ship was entirely carved from white jade, with exquisite dragon and phoenix patterns engraved on its hull, emitting a faint spiritual light.
As the flying ship drew closer, everyone finally saw its full form. It was a gigantic treasure ship, about a hundred feet long and tens of feet wide, inlaid with rare gems that shimmered in the sunlight. The ship was filled with overlapping pavilions and terraces, resembling a palace floating in the air.
As the flying ship descended, the huge shockwave whipped up the short skirts of many women, instantly revealing various kinds of underwear.
Red, white, green, black…
Oh, the black one is hair…
Just then, the beaded curtain on one side of the flying boat was lifted, revealing the scene inside.
The disciples looked at each other, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Their revered Holy Mother Li Xianhai and Holy Maiden Zhao Cangshui were… actually nestled in the arms of a strange man!
Li Xianhai, unlike her usual sacred and dignified image, wore a long, sheer white gauze dress, her voluptuous figure vaguely visible.
Her two snow-white breasts seemed about to burst from her dress, rising and falling with her breath, outlining alluring curves.
Her long hair was casually draped, and a faint tear stain lingered at the corner of her eye, making her appear exceptionally charming and alluring.
And Zhao Cangshui, the highly respected Holy Maiden, was even more shocking.
She wore only a purple silk nightgown, its neckline wide open, revealing her delicate collarbone and half of her breast.
Long, slender legs emerged from beneath the robe, her ankles delicate, her feet beautifully arched. Her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes were filled with tender affection, as if she had just experienced a passionate and exhilarating moment.
The mother and daughter nestled in Qin Tian's arms, their eyes glazed, their faces still flushed, clearly still lingering from the intense pleasure they had just experienced.
Qin Tian's hands roamed unrestrainedly over their bodies, sometimes kneading their full buttocks, sometimes caressing their smooth inner thighs.
The disciples were speechless with shock.
The once aloof and pure saintess was now behaving like a mortal woman, a stark contrast that left everyone bewildered and confused.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Haiming's face turned deathly pale. He never imagined that his wife and daughter, whom he cherished dearly, would appear so exposed beside Qin Tian, even occasionally letting out silvery laughter.
He had only sent Li Xianhai and Zhao Cangshui to the Fox Heaven Pavilion as hostages; he had no idea his wife and daughter would end up like this.
Just as Zhao Haiming was about to rush forward to confront them, a gentle voice came from the ship: "Who is Zhao Haiming?"
Qin Tian emanated a terrifying aura, vast and ethereal, causing the entire space to hum.
"This is…"
Several elders from Penglai Immortal Island paled.
Zhao Haiming gritted his teeth, suppressing his inner rage, and slowly walked to the bottom of the flying ship.
The cabin door opened, and Qin Tian stepped out first, followed by Zhao Haiming's wife and daughter. Both of them wore beaming smiles, completely disregarding the gazes of the surrounding disciples.
Qin Tian smiled slightly and said loudly, "Since you have already submitted, you are family. There's no need for such formality."
Zhao Haiming suppressed his anger and forced a smile: "Thank you for your concern, Divine Son. Please come inside and reminisce."
The group entered the main hall, and Qin Tian unceremoniously sat in the most honored seat, a place originally reserved for Zhao Haiming, symbolizing his supreme status on Penglai Immortal Island.
However, at this moment, this seat was occupied by an outsider, who was also holding Zhao Haiming's wife and daughter in his arms, wantonly playing with them.
Li Xianhai leaned on Qin Tian's shoulder, saying sweetly, "It's all thanks to Penglai Immortal Island's early awakening that we have today's glory; otherwise, we might have ended up like Yunshang Tianque and Jinghuang Sword Sect."
Her daughter chimed in, "Yes, yes, it's all thanks to our Lord that Penglai Immortal Island has survived. And it's all thanks to our Lord that my mother and I have found meaning in life."
The mother and daughter's coordinated words also served as a warning to Zhao Haiming, telling him to be careful not to displease Qin Tian, or Penglai Immortal Island would suffer the same fate as Yunshang Tianque and Jinghuang Sword Sect—utter annihilation.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Haiming felt his blood boil, almost to the point of exploding. However, he knew that Penglai Immortal Island was currently outnumbered and powerless against Qin Tian.
To protect his disciples' lives, he had no choice but to swallow his anger, nodding obsequiously while allowing this young man to defile his family.
In the main hall, Qin Tian sat imposingly in the main seat, his arms around Zhao Haiming's wife and daughter, shamelessly fondling their voluptuous bodies.
Li Xianhai, her eyes glazed with desire, allowed Qin Tian's hands to roam over her body, occasionally letting out a sweet moan. Her daughter, Zhao Cangshui, though somewhat shy, did not resist, her cheeks flushed, her head bowed, not daring to speak.
The disciples below and Zhao Haiming himself hung their heads dejectedly, not daring to look at the absurd scene before them. They understood that in this dog-eat-dog world, as the defeated and subjugated, they had no dignity.
Qin Tian smiled coldly, patting Li Xianhai's plump buttocks. She immediately understood.
She merely glanced at her husband, then swayed her voluptuous figure and gracefully knelt between Qin Tian's legs.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Haiming felt his blood rush to his head, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood. However, he felt even more helplessness and despair; he knew he was powerless to stop it.
Qin Tian simply said calmly, "Those who raise their heads will be exterminated. This is mine now; you have no right to look at it."
Everyone felt immense pressure upon hearing this, so heavy it was hard to breathe. They could only lower their heads, not daring to look directly at the divine might above.
Li Xianhai skillfully unbuckled Qin Tian's belt, and a thick, erect penis sprang forth, radiating a strong masculine scent. She took a deep breath, opened her rosy lips, and took the large glans into her mouth, beginning to suckle vigorously.
Seeing her mother begin to serve her, Zhao Cangshui also pressed herself against Qin Tian.
Qin Tian's large hand slipped inside Zhao Cangshui's clothes, grasping her two full, round breasts and kneading them wantonly.
Zhao Cangshui panted softly, her body leaning limply against Qin Tian's chest. Her watery eyes gazed at the lewd scene before her, her face filled with shyness and excitement.
The hall was filled with lewd sounds. Li Xianhai's mouth, stretched full, continued to suckle Qin Tian's enormous member, making gurgling sounds. With each deep thrust, a small bulge would form in her throat, then return to its original shape as he withdrew.
Li Xianhai's tongue skillfully circled the shaft, teasing the sensitive coronal sulcus from time to time, while his hands simultaneously caressed the swollen scrotum below.
Zhao Haiming's face was extremely grim, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
He wanted to stand up and roar in anger, wanted to fight Qin Tian to the death, but dared not provoke Qin Tian. He could only stand stiffly in place, head bowed, listening to the lewd sounds of his wife performing oral sex on another man, along with everyone else present.
Just then, Qin Tian suddenly spoke: "You should already know what I instructed you to do. Handle this matter well, and your Penglai Immortal Island will stand at the pinnacle of the Yin-Yang Immortal Realm. You won't be short of benefits."
Qin Tian, playing with Zhao Cangshui's pink nipples, slowly said, "This person is cautious and doesn't easily trust others. Treat him like an ordinary disciple; don't monitor him too much. Just track his movements and arrange for people to approach him."
Zhao Haiming nodded cautiously, secretly wondering why Qin Tian insisted they take Zhang Xiaohu as a disciple. He thought, perhaps this person is different; the fact that Qin Tian is paying so much attention to him suggests he might be an opportunity?
Just then, Li Xianhai beneath him suddenly increased the speed of her thrusting, her moans growing louder.
Qin Tian pressed her head down, let out a muffled groan, and released into her warm, moist mouth.
Li Xianhai obediently swallowed all the essence, not forgetting to lick Qin Tian's penis clean before standing up and nestling beside him.
Qin Tian gently patted Li Xianhai's cheek and smiled, "Not bad, you managed to catch and swallow it all. You truly deserve to be one of my favorite female slaves."
Li Xianhai's face lit up with joy upon hearing this, as if she had received a great honor. Zhao Haiming, however, was filled with mixed emotions, both angry at Qin Tian's humiliation of his wife and deeply pained by her betrayal.
After giving his instructions, and with the help of Li Xianhai and her daughter Zhao Cangshui, Qin Tian put on his trousers and stood up, ordering, "Arrange a superior room; I need to rest for a while."
Zhao Haiming meekly agreed and personally led Qin Tian and the others to the guest rooms.
Along the way, Qin Tian held Zhao Haiming's wife and daughter close, occasionally pinching their shapely buttocks, eliciting coquettish complaints from them. Zhao Haiming could only smile apologetically, daring not to object.
Finally arriving at their destination, Qin Tian nodded in satisfaction: "Alright, you two can go now. Pass on my instructions. If anything goes wrong, you're doomed."
Upon entering the room, the mother and daughter eagerly began to help Qin Tian undress. They had endured quite a bit of restraint on the journey.
Li Xianhai removed her clothes, revealing her voluptuous and alluring body. She lay coyly by the bed, her plump buttocks raised, awaiting his touch.
Zhao Cangshui also undressed, her snow-white body fully exposed. She shyly crawled to Qin Tian's side, her hands clumsily caressing his body.
Qin Tian laughed heartily, one hand around Zhao Cangshui's slender waist, the other slapping Li Xianhai's firm buttocks, fully enjoying the tender embrace of this mother and daughter. Soon, the room was filled with lewd sounds and the incessant slapping of flesh against flesh, accompanied by the man's heavy breathing and the woman's soft moans.
After an unknown amount of time, Li Xianhai, having been penetrated countless times, watched Qin Tian still tirelessly ravishing her daughter. She was drenched in sweat and panting, saying, "M-Master, you've worked so hard. I'll go prepare some food."
Qin Tian nodded in satisfaction, "Yes, go ahead. Remember to come back quickly; your daughter can't satisfy me alone."
Li Xianhai smiled wryly, put on a thin outer garment, and went out.
However, as she passed through the hall, she unexpectedly discovered her husband, Zhao Haiming, the island lord of Penglai Immortal Island, sitting anxiously at the door. Zhao Haiming seemed to sense someone approaching. Looking up, he saw it was his wife and frowned, asking, "Why did you come out? The Divine Child's side..."
Li Xianhai didn't bother to conceal her body, which had been played with and developed by Qin Tian. A light veil barely concealed her breathtakingly beautiful figure. She calmly explained, "I saw that Master was a little tired, so I just came out to prepare some food. Master is in the throes of passion, and I can't handle it alone. I have to rush back..."
Before she could finish speaking, she heard the sounds of lewd moans coming from the guest room again, and her face flushed red.
Zhao Haiming's face was ashen, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.
He looked up at his wife, then at the closed door, his heart filled with bitterness and anger.
"Why did you do this?" Zhao Haiming questioned, his voice trembling. "Have you forgotten that I am your husband?"
Li Xianhai chuckled, saying, "My husband, that's a strange thing to say. How could I forget you are my husband? But our Penglai Immortal Island is no match for others. If it weren't for my daughter and I becoming the master's slaves,
Penglai Immortal Island would have been destroyed long ago. And wasn't it you who sent my daughter and me to the master?"
Zhao Haiming: "I... I thought it was just sending you as hostages, I didn't expect..."
"You didn't expect my daughter and I to end up like this?" Li Xianhai's tone remained calm as always. In her eyes, Zhao Haiming, her husband, was merely dispensable; the master was her true home.
"Do you think they'd let us go as hostages with my daughter and my looks? You already knew that outcome, so stop torturing yourself. Just obediently serve under our master; he's not someone like you or me can disobey."
Li Xianhai had already been brainwashed at Fox Heaven's Abode and thoroughly trained and developed by Qin Tian. Now, she only wanted to be Qin Tian's exclusive slave.
After saying this, Li Xianhai ignored Zhao Haiming. She carried the food back into the room. Her daughter, seeing her mother return, immediately demanded a change of servants.
"Ah...ah...Master, please let your mother serve you! My little hole is going to be ruined by you!"
Zhao Cangshui pleaded, her voice trembling with tears.
Qin Tian, however, paid no heed, continuing to thrust vigorously into Zhao Cangshui's lovely flower path, each thrust penetrating deep into her core.
"Hehe, after this one, it'll be your mother's turn." Qin Tian said, accelerating his thrusts. Zhao Cangshui screamed, reaching another climax.
Qin Tian's penis was too large; each insertion felt like it was tearing her apart. Zhao Cangshui couldn't take it anymore and begged her mother to take her place.
Li Xianhai entered the room carrying a tray and saw her daughter slumped on the floor, her lower body a mess, with semen still flowing out.
She tenderly picked up her daughter and laid her on the bed to rest. Then, she knelt before Qin Tian, using her lips to clean the massive penis covered in her daughter's fluids.
"Master, I brought some food. Would you like to rest for a while?" Li Xianhai asked while serving Qin Tian.
Qin Tian nodded, took the tray, and ate the food heartily, his massive penis still erect.
Qin Tian asked, "What's wrong? Is your husband unhappy with you?"
Li Xianhai, while cleaning his penis from inside his daughter's vagina, mumbled indistinctly, "Nothing's wrong. He's just not used to it yet. He'll get used to it. My daughter and I are both the master's slaves now. That's the fact. He has to accept it whether he likes it or not."
Qin Tian laughed heartily, nodding in satisfaction. Feeling a bit tired, he lay down and let Li Xianhai straddle him and move on his own. "Scream louder, you slut, make your husband face reality."
Zhao Haiming outside heard everything clearly, his face turning terrifyingly grim.
Zhao Haiming felt a sharp pain in his chest and almost fainted. He leaned against the wall, barely supporting his swaying body, the shameless moans of his wife echoing in his ears.
"Master is so amazing... Your big cock is going to fuck me to death... Ahhh... My womb is filled again..."
...So blissful..." Li Xianhai straddled Qin Tian, twisting her waist wildly, her huge breasts bouncing up and down.
"You slut, tell your husband what your status is now?" Qin Tian slapped Li Xianhai's buttocks hard, leaving red marks.
"Oh... I am Master's slave girl... the lowest bitch... Ahhh... Master's cock is a thousand times better than my husband who's eavesdropping outside... I can never leave Master's cock again..." Li Xianhai cried out loudly, completely disregarding Zhao Haiming's feelings.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Haiming felt the world spin, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees.
But besides heartache, he felt only endless regret. He regretted joining that war, why he had submitted after defeat, and why he had sent his wife and daughters away.
It was all his own doing.
"My lord... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to come again... Ahhh..." Li Xianhai threw her head back and let out a high-pitched scream, her whole body convulsing as Qin Tian brought her to another peak of climax.
Qin Tian looked at the submissive woman at his feet, casually grabbed Li Xianhai's long hair, and forced her to look up and meet his gaze.
"Whose thing are you!"
Li Xianhai, her face flushed, said, "I am the Lord's thing, the Lord's slutty bitch, the Lord's penis sheath. My daughter and I are the Lord's exclusive sex toys."
Qin Tian's gaze pierced through the door, looking at Zhao Haiming, who was collapsing outside. His icy voice reached Zhao Haiming's ears.
"Do you know?"
Zhao Haiming was ice-cold. His lips trembled as he hoarsely said, "I...I know..."
....
Qin Tian stood on the deck of the flying boat, with Li Xianhai, whose face was still slightly flushed, standing behind him. As for their daughter, Zhao Cangshui, she was too exhausted to continue and was still sleeping.
"Aren't you going to say goodbye?" Qin Tian asked Li Xianhai.
Li Xianhai simply shook her head, saying, "There's nothing to miss. I have my master, this is enough."
As she spoke, Li Xianhai lifted her skirt, revealing a muddy mess between her legs. Her pubic hair was wet and stuck to her vulva, her vagina turned inside out, the alluring pink flesh opening and closing, still oozing white semen.
Qin Tian glanced at her, then smiled. He looked away. He sensed something was wrong with his body; his libido was growing stronger, and if he didn't have sex for almost a day, his scrotum would swell violently.
"Yin Yin, do you know what's going on?" Qin Tian asked.
As the system, Yin Yin scanned him and immediately understood Qin Tian's situation.
"Found the reason, you've been holding it in for too long."
Qin Tian: "What the hell are you talking about? I release it every day, and you're telling me it's because I've been holding it in for too long?"
Yin Yin: "Watch your manners! Why do you reveal your true nature when you talk to me like that!"
Yin Yin rolled her eyes at Qin Tian, then continued, "I'm not talking about your sexual desire, but your cultivation level. You could have already broken through to the Great Emperor realm, but you've been suppressing it. The power has been accumulating and being suppressed, and your body will become increasingly saturated until it can no longer be completely suppressed. Some of that power will then leak out and transform into your sexual desire."
"There are two solutions now: one, you break through now; two, you continue to release it, since you have plenty of women around you anyway."
Qin Tian pondered for a while. His ambition wasn't satisfied with just being an ordinary Great Emperor; he really didn't want to break through now.
"Alright, it seems I need to start arranging things to become an Emperor."
Qin Tian returned to the ancient city. This ancient city was still quite large, with Zhang Xiaohu secretly hiding there, plus his men interfering.
Wu Xian'er couldn't find Zhang Xiaohu anywhere.
Qin Tian, seeing Zhang Xiaohu disguised as a wandering cultivator selling goods on the street, beckoned with his finger, and Zhao Cangshui immediately came over.
After giving a few instructions, Zhao Cangshui transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the street.
Zhang Xiaohu had been quite satisfied these past few days. The pills Wu Guang had taught him to refine were selling very well, allowing him to make a small profit. He bought a lot of cultivation resources and defensive magic items. Today, as usual, he set up a stall in the market to sell some of his own refined pills.
Just as he finished setting up his stall, a refreshing fragrance wafted towards him.
He looked up and saw a young woman dressed in blue gracefully walking towards him.
The young woman's skin was as white as snow, her eyes as bright as stars, her figure graceful and alluring, exuding a cool and noble aura. Her breasts were full, her waist slender, and her legs were long, white, and straight. Zhang Xiaohu was completely mesmerized until she stood before him, at which point he snapped out of his daze.
"Young master, do you sell healing pills here?" the young woman asked, her voice clear and melodious.
Zhang Xiaohu hurriedly waved his hands, stammering, "Yes, yes! Which kind would you like, young lady?"
The young woman smiled faintly, "I see your pills are of good quality, and tomorrow is the day Penglai Immortal Island recruits disciples. I'll take as many as you have."
Zhang Xiaohu was overjoyed. This was truly a beautiful and wealthy bodhisattva! He had barely opened his stall, and it was already sold out! He quickly took out all the pills he had.
As he packaged the medicine for the young woman, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the token hanging from her waist, on which was clearly engraved the character "昭" (Zhao).
"The surname Zhao... Could she be...?"
Zhang Xiaohu's heart skipped a beat.
Wu Guang had introduced him to the island lord of Penglai Immortal Island, whose surname was Zhao. Penglai Immortal Island was a renowned and prestigious sect in the Yin-Yang Immortal Realm! Could the girl before him be the legendary, exceptionally talented Penglai Saintess, Zhao Cangshui?
Born in a small town, with incomplete memories and Wu Guang's ramblings, Zhang Xiaohu's memories were actually quite fragmented and inaccurate.
Just as Zhang Xiaohu was lost in thought, Zhao Cangshui had finished buying the pills and turned to leave.
Zhang Xiaohu hurriedly called out, "Please wait, young lady! My name is Zhang Xiaohu. May I have the honor of getting to know you?"
This was the Saintess of Penglai Immortal Island! He needed to make a good impression first, leaving a positive impression. With this connection, his future trips to Penglai Immortal Island would be much easier.
Moreover, Zhao Cangshui was indeed beautiful. Her ethereal beauty and strikingly contrasting, alluring figure even made Zhang Xiaohu, a martial immortal, somewhat covetous.
Zhao Cangshui stopped and turned around, a strange light flashing in her eyes. "So it's Young Master Zhang. With your alchemy skills, Young Master Zhang will surely become a great alchemist in the future. I am but an ordinary disciple, unworthy of your acquaintance."
With that, Zhao Cangshui drifted away, leaving Zhang Xiaohu standing there dumbfounded.
"So humble, so arrogant, she must be Zhao Cangshui. And tomorrow, Penglai Immortal Island will be here, and she suddenly appeared. This is too much of a coincidence," Zhang Xiaohu muttered.
"With this brief encounter, things will be much easier to advance further in the future," Zhang Xiaohu chuckled, involuntarily recalling Zhao Cangshui's captivating figure.
Zhang Xiaohu was lost in the afterglow of their recent encounter, completely unaware that a bizarre love affair was unfolding in full swing atop a high-rise building.
Qin Tian leaned comfortably back in a large recliner, Zhao Cangshui straddling him, her slender waist twisting and turning, emitting seductive moans. Her long hair was disheveled, a few strands clinging to her face with sweat, making her appear exceptionally lewd.
"Little slut, how come you're already this aroused after just a little penetration?" Qin Tian stroked Zhao Cangshui's smooth thigh with one hand, while the other reached down to her breasts, kneading her full bosom.
Zhao Cangshui gasped repeatedly, "Because Master's penis is so powerful... it goes all the way in every time... this little slut can't take it anymore..."
Beside the two, a mature and beautiful woman knelt on the ground, her eyes glazed as she watched the intense act of lovemaking. She was completely naked, her large breasts hanging in front of her, swaying gently with her movements. This was Zhao Cangshui's mother, Li Xianhai.
Qin Tian enjoyed his daughter's tight, tender opening, yet his hand also reached out to knead his mother's large breasts.
The full breasts changed shape in his hands, the nipples already erect, trembling with each kneading.
Through the balcony, Qin Tian brazenly surveyed Zhang Xiaohu on the street.
The fool was still standing there, dumbfounded, completely unaware that the saintly woman he had just encountered, whom he considered a goddess, was now pleasing him beneath him.
"Tsk, this kind of trash wants to marry my daughter, Qin Tian's daughter, don't you think?" Qin Tian teased her pitiful mother while vigorously thrusting into the girl beneath him.
The beautiful woman crawled to Qin Tian's feet, devoutly licking his toes with her tongue, mumbling indistinctly, "Master is right... He truly doesn't deserve it, he's not even worthy of my daughter... As long as Master is happy, we'll do anything..."
After dozens of thrusts, Qin Tian suddenly ejaculated inside Zhao Cangshui's virgin womb. Zhao Cangshui convulsed, arching her body, tilting her head back, and letting out a soul-stirring scream.
Qin Tian tossed the dazed Zhao Cangshui aside, and her mother skillfully took the penis, swallowing it and beginning to suckle.
These fairy-like female slaves are truly amazing.
"Hmm? This Wu Xian'er has some skill." Qin Tian smiled wickedly, because he saw Wu Xian'er approaching Zhang Xiaohu.
Inside the ancient city, the bustling market was filled with noise and chatter.
The cries of vendors rose and fell, the air thick with the aroma of elixirs and various medicinal herbs. In the center of the ancient city stood a towering building, its golden splendor exuding power and majesty.
Amidst the bustling crowd, a young woman in a black dress stood out.
Her skin was as white as snow, her eyes as bright as stars, and her figure exquisitely proportioned, especially her large, round, and pert buttocks.
Passersby couldn't help but stop and stare, whispering amongst themselves about which faction this "fairy with the big buttocks" belonged to.
Wu Xian'er strolled through the street, looking somewhat weary.
Even though she was in the same place, she couldn't find Wu Xian's trace. Just as she was about to search elsewhere, a strange fluctuation caught her attention.
Through the crowd, she spotted a ragged young man browsing through the stalls. Despite his unremarkable appearance, he exuded a unique aura—an aura Wu Xian'er knew all too well. She possessed Wu Xian's core memories, and although she didn't know why her connection to him had failed, it returned as soon as she got closer.
Wu Xian'er's heart skipped a beat. Could this be the Wu Xian she had searched for and longed for day and night? She hurried forward, about to ask, when she noticed a man smiling at them from a nearby alley.
Seeing him, Wu Xian'er's expression changed drastically.
This man named Qin Tian was the last person she wanted to see. She had already agreed to let him touch her buttocks; why was he still bothering her?
No, Qin Tian wasn't bothering her; his target was…
Wu Xian'er glanced at Zhang Xiaohu, who was unaware of the approaching danger. Her face paled. She suddenly realized that Qin Tian's target might have always been Wu Xian.
She gritted her teeth. Wu Xian'er decided to temporarily abandon her plan to acknowledge Wu Xian and instead confront Qin Tian.
She moved gracefully, bypassing the chaotic crowd, and entered an empty alley. She walked firmly to Qin Tian, her voice icy: "Qin Tian, it's you again! What do you want? I've already let you touch my butt, why won't you let Wu Xian go?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Tian's lips curled into a strange smile. He glanced at the boy on the street, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.
"He's Wu Xian, huh? Looks ordinary, nothing special. It's such a waste for your big ass to bear his child."
Qin Tian's hand rudely caressed Wu Xian'er's full, soft buttocks, feeling the curves of her body through the thin gauze dress.
Wu Xian'er suppressed her disgust and shame, striving to maintain a calm facade.
"I felt it wasn't worth touching her buttocks last time. Is Wu Xian'er's life only worth touching your buttocks?" Qin Tian said shamelessly, his hand slowly sliding down, as if measuring the size of Wu Xian'er's shapely buttocks.
Wu Xian'er trembled with anger, yet was helpless.
To protect Wu Xian, who hadn't yet regained her memories, she had no choice but to endure Qin Tian's humiliation once more, hoping only to gain his mercy.
"So what exactly do you want?" Wu Xian'er demanded through gritted teeth. "I've already let you touch me, what else are you dissatisfied with?"
Qin Tian chuckled, his eyes brazenly appraising Wu Xian'er's curvaceous figure.
"Do you think your buttocks are worth too much..." He leaned close to Wu Xian'er's ear and whispered, "How about this, in this deserted alley on this bustling street, give me a blowjob."
Wu Xian'er abruptly took a step back, staring at Qin Tian in disbelief.
This man dared to make such an absurd request! However, when she looked around and noticed that Zhang Xiaohu was already far from the alleyway, a bold idea suddenly popped into her head.
"Fine, don't go back on your word." Wu Xian'er suddenly revealed a seductive smile, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes.
She slowly approached Qin Tian, her slender fingers gently resting on his chest, then moving downwards until she unzipped his pants, releasing his semi-erect, enormous member.
Wu Xian'er had never seen such a magnificent male member before, and a sudden worry arose about whether she could swallow it. A wave of fear washed over her, but the thought of Lord Wu Xian gave her courage, and she opened her small mouth.
Wu Xian'er suppressed her discomfort and physical resistance, bending down to awkwardly begin to take Qin Tian's penis in and out.
Her movements were stiff and mechanical, her face etched with pain and resentment. For Wu Xian'er, who had never experienced anything like this before, it was pure torture.
Qin Tian leaned against the wall, enjoying Wu Xian'er's clumsy service.
Although her technique was extremely inexperienced, utterly incomparable to his women and his female slaves, this rawness only excited him more.
He squinted, breathing comfortably, occasionally letting out a low moan of pleasure.
Wu Xian'er awkwardly swallowed and released Qin Tian's penis. Her exquisite face was slightly contorted with humiliation, her brows furrowed, and her lips swollen and red from repeated friction.
Qin Tian enjoyed Wu Xian'er's clumsy yet passionate service. Although Wu Xian'er knew nothing about oral sex techniques, the psychological satisfaction of seeing this noble saint kneeling before him, swallowing his obscene member, was enough to excite him greatly.
As time passed, Qin Tian's breathing grew heavier, his body involuntarily twisting, clearly nearing ejaculation.
Wu Xian'er keenly sensed Qin Tian's change, knowing this was the perfect opportunity. Without hesitation, she swallowed his penis deeply into her throat, squeezing the glans with her esophagus, while secretly gathering spiritual energy in her hands.
Qin Tian let out a long, satisfied groan as his scalding semen gushed out. Wu Xian'er, choked by the sudden impact, coughed repeatedly, her face and hair covered in thick, white fluid.
Just then, Wu Xian'er suddenly stood up, her right hand transforming into a blade, and slashed fiercely at Qin Tian's neck.
However, her movement was exactly as Qin Tian had anticipated. He easily grabbed Wu Xian'er's wrist and knocked her unconscious.
"What a reckless woman," Qin Tian murmured, straightening his disheveled clothes.
He looked down at Wu Xian'er lying on the ground, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "You think I don't know what you're up to? Naive."
Seeing Wu Xian'er unconscious, her beautiful face still bearing traces of tears and semen.
Qin Tian squatted down and pinched her full buttocks hard, eliciting a weak groan from the unconscious Wu Xian'er.
"Just wait, I'll cherish you," Qin Tian chuckled softly. "Then you'll understand what true happiness is for a woman."
"Then you'll think that damned Martial Immortal is nothing compared to a hair on my head, hahaha."
Qin Tian ignored Wu Xian'er, who was unconscious and covered in semen. After he left, several fairies from the Fox Heaven Pavilion appeared and took Wu Xian'er away.
Meanwhile, a bustling sound drifted from afar; the market remained lively.
Zhang Xiaohu scratched his head, turning to look at a dark alley behind him. He had suddenly felt something calling to him, as if someone was pleading for help.
Zhang Xiaohu decided to investigate. He entered the alley, but found nothing there except piles of clutter.
"Looks like my memory isn't fully restored; I'm getting paranoid," Zhang Xiaohu shook his head and walked out of the alley.
What he didn't notice was a few drops of viscous, white liquid on the alley's ground.