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When Wu Xian'er awoke, her clothes were in complete disarray, with only a few tattered pieces barely covering her beautiful body.
Her long hair hung loosely, obscuring most of her face, but unable to conceal the despair and resentment in her eyes.
She was imprisoned in a dark, damp dungeon, her hands chained high, her naked body straddling a rough triangular wooden horse.
The sharp edges of the horse were deeply embedded in her genitals, bringing waves of excruciating pain.
Even the slightest movement intensified the torment, causing her to involuntarily let out low moans.
"Looks like our big-butt fairy is enjoying herself," a familiar voice rang out, making Wu Xian'er tremble.
She turned her head with difficulty and saw Qin Tian with a woman dressed provocatively, yet possessing a noble air about her, suggesting a high-ranking person. She exuded an aura of authority, the kind of woman who most easily ignited a man's desire to conquer. But how could such a woman wear such lewd and obscene clothes? Her enormous breasts were mostly exposed. She carried a tray with a whip on it, following obediently and piously behind Qin Tian, who wore a mocking smile.
"Qin Tian!" Wu Xian'er said through gritted teeth, "Release me now! Otherwise, if the Martial Immortal Palace and the Martial Immortals find out you've captured me, they won't let you off!"
Qin Tian sneered and slowly approached.
"How laughable. Who do you think you are now? The Holy Maiden of the Martial Immortal Palace, the Martial Immortal's betrothed, or just my prisoner?" With that, he picked up the whip from the tray and lashed it hard across Wu Xian'er's round, pert buttocks.
"Ah!" The intense pain made Wu Xian'er cry out in pain. Her body trembled violently, but she couldn't escape the merciless whip.
"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!!!"
Qin Tian lashed his long whip repeatedly, leaving bright red welts like a spiderweb across her white buttocks, a sight that inexplicably excited him.
"I want to see how long you can hold out," Qin Tian leaned down and whispered in Wu Xian'er's ear, "Look at yourself now. How I humiliate you is entirely up to my mood. Do you think that so-called Martial Immortal will still want you? Do you think the Martial Immortal Palace will let a slut I've played with become a Holy Maiden?"
Wu Xian'er gritted her teeth, struggling to hold back the tears welling in her eyes.
She remembered how arrogant she had been in the Martial Immortal Palace. In every cultivation and trial, she had always been far ahead of the competition. She also had a sacred mission. She could glimpse the Martial Immortal's memories sealed in her mind. She was captivated by that figure standing atop the mountain, an invincible fortress, knowing that she was destined to become that figure's wife, even to bear his children. She had always felt incredibly proud.
But now, everything has changed.
Qin Tian's whip rained down, each strike landing precisely on Wu Xian'er's most prominent areas: her full buttocks and firm breasts.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!" The crisp sound of the whip continued to echo in the dungeon, interspersed with Wu Xian'er's piercing screams. Each lash felt like it was tearing her dignity and self-respect apart. She bit her lower lip desperately, trying to stifle her cries, but the excruciating pain still caused her to groan uncontrollably.
"I let you touched my ass, gave you oral sex, that's doing you a favor, and you still dare to lay a hand on me!"
Qin Tian said viciously as he whipped her. "Look at you now! A surrogate mother, acting like a saint, are you even proud of it? Humph, you're so cheap." Wu Xian'er's breasts swayed with each lash, looking particularly alluring in the dim light. Watching this, Qin Tian's perverse pleasure and desire intertwined, making him swing the whip even more wildly.
"Ah! Ah! No… don't hit me anymore!" Wu Xian'er finally cried out, tears blurring her vision.
She felt her once-proud body being subjected to unprecedented humiliation; her former glory and pride were crushed by this cruel reality.
Qin Tian showed no sign of stopping, instead intensifying his attack, aiming the whip at Wu Xian'er's genitals.
The sharp tip of the whip grazed her sensitive private parts, causing a violent spasm.
Wu Xian'er threw her head back, letting out a high-pitched scream. Her legs involuntarily clenched together, but the triangular wooden horse prevented her from doing so.
"What? Can't take it already?" Qin Tian sneered. "This is just the beginning. I still have many tricks up my sleeve."
Wu Xian'er endured the pain, trying to keep her voice from trembling too much.
"Qin Tian, you...you'll regret this...one day...Lord Wu Xian will...ah!" Another vicious lash struck Wu Xian'er's already ravaged buttocks, interrupting her words, leaving only a painful sob.
Hearing Wu Xian'er's threat, Qin Tian wasn't angry at all; instead, he showed a pleased expression and laughed, "Not bad. If you gave in so quickly, I really wouldn't be able to continue. I like your stubbornness."
"However, this divine son doesn't have that much time to waste on you, you slut. I have many things to do, such as your beloved Lord Wu Xian."
Qin Tian tossed the whip to Wang Qiumeng, the sect leader of the Wanfa Sect, who was waiting nearby, and ordered, "Keep an eye on her. If she dies or runs away, I'll hang you on that triangular wooden horse for three days and three nights." Upon hearing this, Wang Qiumeng, for some reason, felt a little tempted… After Qin Tian finished speaking, he turned and left the dungeon.
Leaving only Wu Xian'er, helplessly riding that torturous triangular wooden horse.
The dungeon fell silent again, broken only by Wu Xian'er's heavy breathing and the rustling sound of the triangular wooden horse rubbing against her lower body.
The ancient city was unusually bustling today. On its outskirts, the air was thick with the sounds of countless young talents conversing.
Today was the traditional recruitment day for disciples on Penglai Immortal Island. Although Penglai Immortal Island had lost its last battle with outsiders and had chosen to submit, it had actually prospered more and more in recent years.
The disciples on the island were quite strong. They were said to have five social insurances and one housing fund, and even a two-day weekend. Whether they completed missions for the sect or were killed while training outside, the sect would provide compensation to their families and even give their descendants a chance to join the sect. If needed, their wives could even be given to others to support. Wasn't this practically a charity?
In contrast, other sects were practically slaves to the sect. Not only did they have no job security, but they also had to work overtime, either farming, gathering firewood, or hunting monsters to collect materials. They only received a few spirit stones a month, and if they died outside, they received no compensation. In times of war, they were even made cannon fodder.
Actually, it wasn't just Penglai Immortal Island; the Myriad Laws Sect, the Sun and Moon Reincarnation Sect, and other forces that submitted to outsiders were all pretty much the same, offering their disciples lavish benefits.
Hearing these terms from Earth, Qin Tian roughly knew that this was mostly the work of his fellow townsman, Gong Qingxue.
With this approach, almost everyone in the Yin-Yang Immortal Realm began to side with the outsiders. After all, compared to the outsiders' forces, the local forces were practically a bunch of wicked capitalists.
Zhang Xiaohu was among them, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, his eyes bright and piercing, his aura powerful and robust, even his body shimmering with golden light.
"Wu Guang, is the memory fragment you mentioned here?"
In Zhang Xiaohu's sea of consciousness, an old man held a several-page script and began to read aloud.
"Ahem, that's right. There's a secret realm here, a den of demonic beasts. You, Martial Immortal, once slew their king here and placed a fragment of your memory inside. Now it's become a training ground."
Zhang Xiaohu couldn't see what was happening in his mind, and then asked, "Then Penglai Immortal Island also has a fragment of memory?"
He felt this was too much of a coincidence; everything seemed connected, as if he'd been set up.
Old Deng flipped through several pages before finally reaching his lines, continuing, "Yes, Martial Immortal, in your past life, you had a connection with the island lord of Penglai Immortal Island, and you also placed a fragment of your memory there." Zhang Xiaohu frowned slightly. His memory was incomplete; he didn't remember placing memory fragments in either of those places.
But since Wu Guang had said so, it wouldn't hurt to verify.
With a long, drawn-out chime, the envoys from Penglai Immortal Island slowly descended from the sky.
The crowd fell silent, everyone holding their breath, watching the immortals who had arrived from Penglai Immortal Island.
Leading the group was a middle-aged man in a blue Taoist robe, his face solemn and dignified. Behind him followed a group of young fairies and celestial children, each exceptionally handsome and possessing an extraordinary aura.
Zhang Xiaohu's gaze inadvertently swept over the young faces, suddenly stopping at a familiar figure.
It was a voluptuous, beautiful woman, dressed in snow-white robes, her flowing garments revealing her ethereal grace.
Her eyes were gentle yet alluring, seemingly able to see through people's hearts.
Wasn't this the fairy he had encountered at the stall the day before yesterday, the one who resembled Zhao Cangshui?
Zhang Xiaohu thought to himself, but his face remained expressionless. Since she was following the people from Penglai Immortal Island, it seemed she truly was the Holy Maiden Zhao Cangshui of Penglai Immortal Island.
Zhao Cangshui seemed to notice Zhang Xiaohu's gaze and turned to smile slightly at him.
That smile was breathtakingly beautiful; even Zhang Xiaohu, a protagonist destined for greatness, couldn't help but feel his heart race. However, he quickly regained his composure and simply returned a polite smile.
At this moment, the middle-aged man at the head of the group spoke, his voice booming like a bell throughout the entire area: "Listen up, everyone! To become disciples of my Penglai Immortal Island, you must pass our test. There is a secret realm less than a hundred miles outside the ancient city. You may enter on your own. As long as you can slay more than ten demonic beasts, you will qualify for entry. However, the number of demonic beasts you slay will also determine your status on the Immortal Island."
"Good luck to you all. No matter what dangers you encounter, my Penglai Immortal Island will not intervene. Please act according to your abilities."
As the middle-aged man's voice fell, he casually waved his hand, and a chain of spiritual energy shot out, breaking the seal on the entrance to the secret realm and revealing the entrance.
It's unclear whether it was a loud roar that started it, but the crowd surged towards the entrance of the secret realm like a burst dam. Zhang Xiaohu mingled in the crowd and entered the realm as well.
The secret realm was shrouded in mist, with towering trees blocking out the sun.
Zhang Xiaohu closed his eyes, sensing the flow of spiritual energy around him.
Suddenly, he snapped his eyes open and shot forward like an arrow.
Within moments, several demonic beasts had fallen at Zhang Xiaohu's hands.
His attacks were ruthless and decisive, giving his opponents no chance to breathe.
This also demonstrated his power as a Martial Immortal. Golden spiritual energy granted him boundless strength, and his movements were clean and swift, each strike hitting the demonic beasts' weaknesses, killing them instantly.
His speed and ferocity were so great that several demonic beasts had already perished at his hands. His combat skills surpassed even those of a seasoned veteran.
"We can't kill too many. Being too conspicuous will easily expose us to the Martial Immortal Hall's attention." Zhang Xiaohu kicked the head of a wolf-like demon beast, smashing it open. Looking at the ten heads hanging at his waist, he decided to stop and proceed discreetly.
Meanwhile, Zhao Cangshui, who had also entered the secret realm, didn't rush to hunt demon beasts like the others.
She moved nimbly through the dense forest until she saw a handsome man resting against a large tree.
Zhao Cangshui moved gracefully to the man, then knelt down, her full, round buttocks raised high. She lowered her head and said sweetly, "My lord, Zhang Xiaohu is already hunting demonic beasts. Should I go and make contact with him now?"
Qin Tian smiled slightly, reached out and lifted Zhao Cangshui's chin, a wicked glint in his eyes. He said, "Go. Proceed according to plan."
Zhao Cangshui, her chin lifted, looked up at Qin Tian's almost otherworldly face, her cheeks flushing. She said, "My lord, there's still time. Should this bitch serve you first?" Qin Tian lowered her chin, saying, "Finish this first, then we'll talk about service." Zhao Cangshui was somewhat disappointed, but she had no choice but to suppress her desire and respectfully retreat.
These women, having been repeatedly violated by Qin Tian, had become wanton sluts, easily aroused by his slightest teasing.
Zhang Xiaohu, following Wu Guang's directions, was searching for fragments of his memories when he heard a soft cry.
"That voice sounds familiar?"
"It sounds like Zhao Cangshui's voice. Has something happened to her?"
Without hesitation, Zhang Xiaohu rushed towards the sound.
Qin Tian, concealed, sat atop a tree, squinting as he watched Zhao Cangshui fiercely battling a dozen or so demonic beasts in the distance.
Zhao Cangshui was outnumbered and surrounded by the beasts. Her face was pale and disheveled; her clothes were torn in several places, revealing glimpses of her cleavage.
The moment Zhang Xiaohu arrived, he saw Zhao Cangshui collapse to the ground, several beasts poised to tear her beautiful body to shreds.
Driven by his eagerness to save the beauty, Zhang Xiaohu immediately joined the battle. With incredible speed, he kicked several demonic beasts away with a single blow. Then, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and a longsword appeared again, its golden light gleaming. He swung the sword horizontally through the air!
One demonic beast was instantly torn to pieces, dying instantly!
Then, with a few more clean and swift strokes, he quickly slew the remaining demonic beasts.
Meanwhile, Zhao Cangshui stood up pitifully, secretly wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Thank you for saving my life, young master," Zhao Cangshui said, bowing deeply, her voice trembling slightly.
Zhang Xiaohu waved his hand dismissively and smiled, "Miss Zhao, you're too kind. Helping those in need is simply our duty."
Zhao Cangshui looked up at Zhang Xiaohu, a strange light flashing in her eyes.
"It seems you already know my identity, young master. I never expected that a mere meeting would lead to you saving my life. Your chivalrous heart is beyond my ability to repay; perhaps..."
Zhang Xiaohu's eyes flashed with barely concealed excitement. Here it comes! A classic hero saves the beauty, then repays with his body!
"I'll treat you to dinner another day, and then I'll express my gratitude."
Zhang Xiaohu was slightly disappointed, but his face remained impassive. "Then I await Miss Zhao's good news." Zhao Cangshui smiled slightly, bowed again in farewell, and then turned and walked into the depths of the dense forest, seemingly to continue slaying demonic beasts.
Watching her departing figure, Zhang Xiaohu couldn't help but feel a little lost.
Something seemed to have been added to his heart. Things hadn't gone as he'd hoped, but this wasn't so bad.
Qin Tian watched Zhao Cangshui and Zhang Xiaohu's departing figures, smiled coldly, and then got up and followed Zhao Cangshui.
Zhang Xiaohu snapped out of his daze, shook his head, and continued his search for the memory fragments.
Guided by Wu Guang, he soon arrived at a deep pit. Zhang Xiaohu jumped in, golden light illuminating his hands and lighting up the surroundings.
With the light, a mural in the center of the pit came into Zhang Xiaohu's view.
The mural depicted a lifelike scene: a man with a ferocious expression, wielding a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, relentlessly slaughtering those who begged for mercy at his feet. The entire scene was incredibly bloody; the red blood in the painting seemed to have been painted on, and a strong stench of blood could be smelled.
"Hmm?" Zhang Xiaohu was puzzled. He wiped his hand on the mural, looking at the wet blood, full of questions. He smelled it and said, "Wu Guang, why doesn't this seem dry?"
"Damn it." Two voices rang out.
One was Wu Guang within Zhang Xiaohu's sea of consciousness, and the other was Qin Tian hiding in the shadows.
"I don't know who was in charge of this mural, the bloodstains are still wet."
"Uh...it's been humid lately, all that stuff," Wu Guang made up.
Zhang Xiaohu nodded, actually believing him.
He slowly reached out, his fingertips lightly touching the mural. In that instant, a powerful force seemed to surge from the mural, instantly enveloping him.
He felt waves of unfamiliar memories flood his mind. A dark figure, like the one in the mural, surrounded a world of blood-red chaos. Beneath his feet lay the corpses of various creatures. A chilling, terrifying aura enveloped the heavens. Suddenly, the figure turned!
Zhang Xiaohu was startled!
Because this person looked exactly like him!
As the memories flooded in, Zhang Xiaohu's expression twisted in pain.
He clutched his head, as if countless sharp blades were piercing through his mind, forcibly shoving in memories that didn't belong to him.
These memories were too heavy, too bloody, almost unbearable for him.
His eyes glistened with tears, but even more so with fear of the unknown and doubt about his own identity.
Under the onslaught of these memories, Zhang Xiaohu began to experience a strange illusion.
He seemed to have truly become that Demon Lord, feeling the power and loneliness of controlling life and death, of looking down upon the world.
He saw himself (or rather, the Demon Lord) on the battlefield, displaying bravery and cruelty, hearing the thunderous war drums and the deafening shouts of battle.
This illusion filled him with both excitement and terror; he could no longer even distinguish who he was.
Was he a martial immortal conquering demons and vanquishing darkness, or a Demon Lord slaughtering the heavens and devouring all living beings?
The two sets of memories repelled each other in his mind, yet were forcibly stitched together by a force.
It was as if an invisible hand was using needle and thread to mend his brain.
"Who am I...who am I?!" Zhang Xiaohu lay on the ground, his face contorted in pain, tears and saliva streaming down his face. His mind was pounding!
"I...I am...the Demon Lord?" Zhang Xiaohu murmured.
"Demon Lord! Are you alright?" Wu Guang called out anxiously in Zhang Xiaohu's mind.
"I...I'm alright." Zhang Xiaohu propped himself up, one hand supporting his head, lost in doubt. Then, as if grasping something, he immediately asked in his mind, "What did you just call me?!" Wu Guang was silent for a moment, then said, "Demon Lord."
"You!" Zhang Xiaohu was shocked. He angrily exclaimed, "You lied to me! You said I was a Martial Immortal! Why, why am I now the Demon Lord?!"
Zhang Xiaohu's head was spinning, his eyes widening.
Impossible?
The fragments of his memories that flooded in were few, but they clearly revealed his identity.
"He should be a Martial Immortal!"
"It's a long story, and it's all part of your plan, Demon Lord," Wu Guang told Zhang Xiaohu.
"In ancient times, the Martial Immortal and the Demon Lord waged a great war. The battle was earth-shattering, leaving mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The Martial Immortal ultimately won, but the Demon Lord possessed his body, and his remaining forces infiltrated the Martial Immortal's palace."
"Then the Martial Immortal entered the cycle of reincarnation, passing through nine lifetimes to become a True Immortal. During these reincarnations, the Demon Lord gradually gained power and control over the Martial Immortal. Wu Guang hadn't told him before, fearing it would affect the Demon Lord's plans."
"Demon Lord, we have waited for you for tens of thousands of years."
Wu Guang wept uncontrollably.
Zhang Xiaohu felt his head spinning, buzzing, unable to understand what was happening.
Just as Zhang Xiaohu was questioning his existence, a magnificent bell suddenly rang out.
"The trial is over." Although Zhang Xiaohu was filled with doubts, he ultimately didn't delve into it. He planned to find the second memory fragment on Penglai Immortal Island before considering further investigation.
As he stepped out of the secret realm, he saw that familiar figure again—Zhao Cangshui. She was standing beside the envoy from Penglai Immortal Island, still radiant and captivating.
"Young Master, we meet again." Zhao Cangshui smiled and nodded politely at Zhang Xiaohu.
"Miss Zhao, congratulations on passing the trial." Zhang Xiaohu bowed respectfully from afar, but he knew that as the Holy Maiden of Penglai Immortal Island, Zhao Cangshui was probably just going through the motions or experiencing life there.
"Thank you for your help before, Young Master. I have no way to repay you. How about I accompany you to the trading market? See if there's anything you like, and I'll give it to you." Zhao Cangshui's eyes sparkled, captivating him.
Zhang Xiaohu was flattered and momentarily at a loss for words.
"This...this is too much trouble...it was just a small favor." He said this, but inwardly he was overjoyed.
Zhao Cangshui shook her head slightly, saying, "No, how can I just let this go? If you consider me a friend, then don't refuse."
Zhang Xiaohu scratched his head somewhat sheepishly and quickly followed.
The two walked side by side towards the trading market, attracting the attention of passersby, all envious of Zhang Xiaohu's good fortune.
Zhang Xiaohu's heart pounded. Although he knew the other woman was of noble status and would never have any feelings for him, he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart.
If only things could progress further...
In the trading market, although they maintained a certain distance, they both smiled happily. However, where Zhang Xiaohu couldn't see, Zhao Cangshui would reveal an expression of disgust.
Qin Tian was leaning against a luxurious carriage, watching the two strolling through the window.
Beneath him, Zhao Cangshui's mother was bowing between his legs, serving him diligently.
"Alright, that's enough for today," Qin Tian patted the beautiful woman's head, signaling her to stop.
Zhao Cangshui, who was strolling with Zhang Xiaohu, suddenly felt a slight vibration in her bosom; it was Qin Tian's personal communication jade pendant ringing.
She was secretly delighted, but outwardly remained calm, saying to Zhang Xiaohu, "Excuse me, I have some urgent business to attend to. Please excuse me for a moment."
Before Zhang Xiaohu could react, Zhao Cangshui vanished into the sky as a streak of light.
A moment later, she appeared before the carriage where Qin Tian was.
The curtain was lifted, revealing her mother's familiar face.
She was completely naked, and thick, white fluid was still slowly flowing from her vulva.
Clearly, she had just been violently violated and ejaculated inside.
Zhao Cangshui's face flushed slightly as she quickly stepped into the carriage.
Qin Tian was leisurely leaning against the soft couch, his legs wide open, his thick, long penis dangling half-erect between his legs.
"My lord, your semen..." Zhao Cangshui knelt on the ground, speaking respectfully.
Qin Tian beckoned with his finger. "Here you go."
Zhao Cangshui immediately crawled between Qin Tian's legs, sticking out her pink tongue to carefully clean the penis, which was covered in her mother's vaginal fluids. Qin Tian enjoyed the girl's service and casually tossed her a small bottle. "This contains the essence blood of the Heavenly Demon. Find an opportunity to give it to him."
Zhao Cangshui was startled upon hearing this, looking up with a hint of worry in her eyes. "Master, that guy is not simple, and he seems to have great fortune. This lowly servant is afraid..."
Qin Tian patted her face. "Don't worry, that's why I let you get close to him. Once he trusts you, his great fortune will weaken."
Zhao Cangshui relaxed and lowered her head to continue focusing on cleaning the penis.
At this moment, Li Xianhai also crawled over, and the two women tacitly served the penis that he both loved and found addictive.
Qin Tian, enjoying the oral services of the mother and daughter, glanced through the car window at Zhang Xiaohu, who was still waiting in the distance.
Don't think that just because you have the protection of the heavens, I can't do anything to you. Even the world laws of the Great Thousand Dao Domain can't harm me, let alone the laws of this incomplete world that split off from the Great Thousand Dao Domain.
If the laws of this world were truly that powerful, he would simply create a complete Martial Immortal to oppose him. It's not that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't.
The laws of this world had to maintain the world's operation, create a protagonist destined to oppose him, and constantly resist Yin Yin, who was invading his laws.
The help he could offer Zhang Xiaohu was actually very limited.
After a long time, Zhao Cangshui returned to Zhang Xiaohu's side.
"I'm truly sorry to have kept you waiting, young master," Zhao Cangshui said apologetically.
Zhang Xiaohu waved his hand, "It's alright, it's alright, I didn't wait long." Looking at Zhao Cangshui, Zhang Xiaohu felt that she had become even more charming since his departure and return. Her face was flushed, and she exuded a captivating feminine scent. There wasn't a single hair left at the corner of her mouth—or was it just a lock of hair?
Zhao Cangshui smiled and said, "I would like to invite you to a meal to repay your life-saving grace yesterday. Would you do me the honor?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaohu's heart skipped a beat.
For such a beautiful fairy to take the initiative to invite him, didn't that mean she already had feelings for him?
He quickly nodded in agreement, "Since it's Miss Zhao who invited me, then I won't refuse." The two found a secluded, upscale restaurant and chose a private room.
The dishes were quickly served, a dazzling array of delicacies from land and sea.
This secretly delighted Zhang Xiaohu. Zhao Cangshui was indeed a wealthy woman. If he could get close to her, he would never have to worry about cultivation resources again, and he wouldn't have to fear the Martial Immortal Hall's pursuit.
Zhang Xiaohu himself didn't realize that in the past, even without the memories of the Martial Immortal, he would never have had such thoughts.
He wouldn't have thought of getting close to a rich woman or taking shortcuts, nor would he have been lustful upon seeing a beautiful woman. He would only strive forward, unyielding and knowing when to stop.
But all of this had changed subtly after Wu Guang entered his sea of consciousness and he absorbed the first fragment of memory.
Zhao Cangshui raised her cup and said, "If it weren't for your rescue yesterday, young master, I would probably have met with misfortune. I'll drink this first as a sign of respect."
She then downed the wine in her cup in one gulp.
Zhang Xiaohu's heart surged with excitement. He thought that such a beautiful woman inviting him to dinner and saying she wanted to repay a debt of gratitude meant she was probably interested in him.
For a moment, he was carried away, raising his cup with a boastful tone, "It's my honor to be able to help someone as beautiful as Miss Zhao." He then downed his wine in one gulp.
Zhang Xiaohu, his heart fluttering, gazed at Zhao Cangshui's stunningly beautiful face, lost in fantasies.
Just then, under the guise of offering a toast, Zhao Cangshui secretly poured the demonic essence she had prepared beforehand into the wine.
As Zhang Xiaohu was about to drink, he suddenly felt a pang of anxiety, as if something was reminding him to be careful. But Zhang Xiaohu was dizzy; he frowned, his eyes filled with deep thought.
"Young Master Zhang, what's wrong? Do you find the wine I poured for you unpalatable?" Seeing that Zhang Xiaohu remained untouched, Zhao Cangshui immediately feigned a pitiful expression, tears welling in her eyes.
"Ah, no, no, Miss Zhao, you misunderstand. I was just thinking about something." He then downed the wine in one gulp; the blood melted instantly upon entering his mouth, merging into his body.
Zhang Xiaohu didn't notice anything unusual. On the contrary, he felt even more invigorated after drinking this nectar-like wine.
His eyes sparkled as he looked at Zhao Cangshui, his heart racing, a suspicious blush rising on his face.
"Miss Zhao…you look especially beautiful today…" Zhang Xiaohu stammered, his words barely coherent.
Zhao Cangshui secretly chuckled at his reaction, but her expression remained impassive.
The effects of the Heavenly Demon Blood Essence began to slowly manifest.
The Heavenly Demon is the embodiment of worldly desires; a demon is one who indulges desires, amplifies desires, and then succumbs to them.
Zhang Xiaohu felt an unbearable heat coursing through his body, an irresistible urge surging within him.
But today, Zhao Cangshui seemed exceptionally alluring, every move she made tantalizing his senses.
Zhao Cangshui keenly noticed Zhang Xiaohu's change, a slight smile playing on her lips. She subtly poured him several more cups of wine, smuggling in a few drops of Heavenly Demon essence blood.
This time, Zhang Xiaohu didn't hesitate, tilting his head back to drink it down. Then, under Zhao Cangshui's deliberate guidance, he extracted many of the Martial Immortal's memories.
Much of Zhang Xiaohu's memories were artificially stitched in by Qin Tian, so he could naturally distinguish between the fake and the real.
"I... hiccup... I need to go to Penglai to find the second memory fragment, and then at the Heaven-Mending Cliff... I remember there's my... my... my Martial Immortal Token, which can unlock my sealed... hiccup... core memories..."
Zhang Xiaohu was already somewhat delirious, because the wine he drank wasn't ordinary; it was a highly potent immortal brew with hallucinogenic effects.
Hearing this, Zhao Cangshui's smile widened.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohu already fast asleep on the table, she clapped her hands lightly, and two disciples from Penglai Immortal Island immediately entered.
"Carry him out, just dump him anywhere," Zhao Cangshui ordered.
Two burly men responded and carried the unconscious Zhang Xiaohu out.
Zhao Cangshui stood up and elegantly straightened her clothes.
She walked to the window, watching Zhang Xiaohu being tossed into the trash heap like garbage, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. If it weren't for her master's mission, she wouldn't have bothered talking to this idiot.
She turned and left the restaurant, speeding towards Qin Tian's location.
Shortly after, Zhao Cangshui arrived at Qin Tian's room. She knelt at the doorway and whispered, "My lord, the mission is complete. He drank the Heavenly Demon's essence blood and even vomited up useful information."
"Come in," a deep, magnetic male voice sounded.
Zhao Cangshui pushed open the heavy stone door, immediately enveloped by the pungent stench of semen.
In the center of the spacious bedroom, her mother, Li Xianhai, was kneeling between the legs of a tall man, diligently sucking and swallowing his astonishingly large penis.
Qin Tian narrowed his eyes, his expression one of pleasure.
Looking at the scene before her, Zhao Cangshui was already used to it and showed no surprise. She respectfully knelt down and finished reporting everything.
Qin Tian listened and nodded in satisfaction.
He reached out and beckoned Zhao Cangshui to him, stroking her long, black hair. "Well done, you truly are my most trusted little bitch."
Praised by Qin Tian, Zhao Cangshui blushed, her eyes gleaming with adoration. "Thank you for the praise, Master. It's what a bitch should do."
Qin Tian smiled, shoving Li Xianhai aside and pinning Zhao Cangshui down on the bed. He skillfully undressed her, nibbling at her full breasts.
"Tomorrow we'll go check out the place Zhang Xiaohu mentioned," Qin Tian said casually, enjoying Zhao Cangshui's body.
Zhao Cangshui agreed with soft moans, writhing her body to meet Qin Tian's advances.
The next day, Qin Tian led Zhao Cangshui and her daughter to the place of inheritance Zhang Xiaohu had described.
It was a secluded valley, surrounded by strange array patterns. Qin Tian easily broke the seal and entered the inner space.
"There really is one." At Qin Tian's feet, the head of an ancient ape stared wide-eyed in despair and fear, its body smashed into a pile of minced meat, scattered across the ground.
Qin Tian snatched a token hanging around the ape's neck—the Martial Immortal Token.
"This allows me to see Wu Xian'er's memories without smashing her head."
"But just taking it like this is too boring." Qin Tian muttered to himself, then a wicked smile appeared on his face.
He took out a palm-sized black box from his storage ring. He looked at Zhao Cangshui, a wicked idea forming in his mind.
"That kid likes you quite a bit, doesn't he? Leave him a little surprise in this box." Qin Tian whispered a few words in Zhao Cangshui's ear. Zhao Cangshui's ears suddenly turned red. It was hard to imagine what could make a slutty little bitch, who had always served men to ejaculate, feel ashamed.
A moment later, Zhao Cangshui returned with the box. With Qin Tian watching with amusement, she placed the box into the ancient ape's mouth.
However, the box seemed to have contained something, emitting a faint, foul odor.
Qin Tian imbued the box with the aura from the Martial Immortal Token, then chuckled and hugged Zhao Cangshui's slender waist, teasingly saying, "Don't they say fairies don't smell? How come you..."
"Ah... Master, please don't say anymore, I'm so embarrassed, waaaah!" Zhao Cangshui was almost crying with embarrassment.
Qin Tian laughed heartily and led the mother and daughter away.
Qin Tian originally intended to find Wu Xian'er; she was hanging on the triangular wooden horse, and he didn't know if her vagina was damaged. But before that, he went to another dungeon.
In the dungeon, Meng Ziyan trembled all over, sweat streaming down her body. She was naked and bound, her hands tied behind her back, her legs spread at a shameful angle.
A thick hemp rope hung from the ceiling, tightly wrapped around her body, suspending her entirely.
A heavy iron collar was worn around her neck, its chain extending upwards, passing through a metal ring in the ceiling, and then pulling back onto the collar.
This position forced her head to remain tilted back, unable to lower it to escape the shame.
Her full breasts trembled slightly with tension, their pink nipples erect from the cold.
However, these beautiful breasts were now enduring cruel torture. Two heavy lead weights hung from each nipple, almost stretching them out of shape.
A black gag gagged her, saliva constantly oozing from its edges, dripping onto her heaving chest.
Below, a rough hemp rope was tightly cut between her labia, deeply embedded in her vagina. The knotted barbs relentlessly rubbed against her sensitive flesh, bringing waves of unbearable itching. Worse still, the other end of the rope was directly connected to the chain suspending her body; any slight movement would trigger intense stimulation.
But the most painful place for Meng Ziyan was her anus.
One after another, enormous anal beads, each the size of a ping-pong ball, were deeply inserted into her anus. The mere insertion was excruciating; these cold, hard spheres relentlessly stretched her sphincter muscles, causing her constant, intense urges to defecate and feelings of shame.
Each slight movement triggered a chain reaction: her neck was tightened, her breasts were pulled, her clitoris was rubbed, and her buttocks were stretched.
It was utterly unbearable pain.
Suddenly, footsteps approached.
Meng Ziyan struggled to turn her head and saw Qin Tian push open the door, a strange smile on his face.
"Sigh, I actually thought highly of you, but the first thing I entrusted you with was almost botched. How can I ever use you again?"
Qin Tian reached up and placed his fingers on the weights hanging from Meng Ziyan's nipples, pressing down. Her entire breast was instantly pulled out by the force, and Meng Ziyan let out a painful whimper.
However, with a gag in her mouth, she couldn't speak.
The reason she was being punished was because of the still-wet bloodstains on the wall, a spot Meng Ziyan was responsible for, which she had almost messed up.
"However, I'm kind-hearted, I'll give you another chance. This time, it'll be a small punishment; you'll be hanging there for two days, and someone will come to release you."
Meng Ziyan nodded quickly. She felt ashamed for not fulfilling her master's orders well, and she was willing to accept the punishment. Her master giving her another chance was already a great favor.
How could she ever repay her master's kindness!
Qin Tian patted Meng Ziyan's cheek and left.
The main event was still with Wu Xian'er.
When Qin Tian reappeared before Wu Xian'er, she was completely devastated.
Wu Xian'er looked up, her gaze blankly fixed on the man before her.
Her voice was hoarse and weak, as if squeezed from the depths of her throat, "Please... let me go... I can't take it anymore..."
Qin Tian smiled, a hint of mockery in his smile, and said, "Give in so easily? I thought our Holy Maiden could hold on a little longer."
Wu Xian'er lowered her head, unwilling to meet his eyes.
"I can't take it anymore... please... stop torturing me... give me a quick death..."
Qin Tian stood up and walked behind Wu Xian'er.
He lightly traced the still-healing whip marks on her shapely buttocks with his fingers, causing Wu Xian'er to shudder, and said, "Such a nice ass, it would be a waste to kill it."
As he spoke, he unlocked the shackles binding Wu Xian'er's feet. Losing her support, she immediately fell forward, her upper body slumped onto the wooden horse. Qin Tian grabbed her waist and lifted her lower body off the horse.
"Ah..." Wu Xian'er let out a sigh of relief, her lower body finally temporarily freed from the torment of the wooden horse. Qin Tian chuckled, "Such a nice ass, we definitely need to make use of it. Next, I'll teach you a new trick, hehe."
Nude as ever, Wu Xian'er was once again suspended in mid-air by ropes, her arms raised high, her legs bound in an M-shape. The ropes were wrapped around hooks in the ceiling, making her voluptuous and alluring naked body sway seductively.
Qin Tian reached out and kneaded her firm, elastic buttocks, feeling the smooth texture in his palm.
"You really should thank your big ass. Without this tempting ass, your repeated offenses would have been enough to kill you several times over," Qin Tian sneered.
With that, he inserted his index finger into Wu Xian'er's anus, feeling the tightness and warmth of the inner walls.
Wu Xian'er shuddered, letting out a suppressed groan.
Her buttocks, already quite full and pert, appeared even more plump and alluring now that she was suspended in mid-air—white, fleshy, and incredibly tempting.
Wu Xian'er felt a sudden chill in her anus and quickly asked, "What do you want to do!" Qin Tian laughed and said, "You don't think this hole is just for decoration after you've used it to poop, do you?" Wu Xian'er was first stunned, then shocked. Was he going to insert his penis into her rear end, her place of excrement?!
Qin Tian continued, "Doesn't your Martial Immortal Hall have any sex education? Let me give you a lesson. A woman's three orifices can all be penetrated by a man's penis. Each place has its own unique pleasures. As for what those pleasures are, you'll experience them one by one later."
Having said that, he cupped Wu Xian'er's plump buttocks with both hands, spread her thighs, revealing her already clean anus. His erect penis was brought to Wu Xian'er's anus, and he grinned maliciously, "Your big ass is perfect for anal sex. Let's start with your anus for the first time!"
Wu Xian'er was about to curse, but the moment she opened her mouth, her voice was cut short. Her tight anus had been forced open by the man's large glans, causing her a tearing pain.
"Ugh...Quick...Quickly pull it out...Ah...There...How can you insert it there...Ugh...It hurts...Ah...It's disgusting...Please...Don't insert it..."
"Hahaha, Big Butt Fairy's anus is so tight, it's almost impossible for me to move! Haha, did you cultivate to the point where your anus is so tight? It's lucky it's me; anyone else would have had their penis broken! What a wicked woman! Let me punish you with my penis!" The women watching couldn't help but laugh while filming. This Wu Xian'er dared to offend her master; she deserved it!
Wu Xian'er was in immense pain, not just physically, but more importantly, psychologically.
She felt her dignity had completely collapsed; even her filthy place for excretion had been penetrated. She felt utterly like a lowly sow.
"Damn it! Waaah... I'll kill you... Ahhh... Lord Martial Immortal... Ah... It hurts... It's going to split open... Waaah... Why... Why did I become like this... Ahhh... Lord Martial Immortal! Lord Martial Immortal, where are you! Save me!"
Qin Tian's penis continued to thrust in, Wu Xian'er's anus was tight and hot, and amidst Wu Xian'er's desperate cries, he inserted his massive penis all the way to the deepest part of her anus.
Wu Xian'er opened her mouth, her eyes blurry with tears, panting heavily, cold sweat beading on her forehead, her face pale, her body trembling occasionally, clearly trying to endure the tearing pain in her anus.
Qin Tian didn't thrust immediately, his hands began to linger on the naked female body, teasing this saintess who was already on the verge of a mental breakdown.
"Haha, with a dick still inside you, your little hole is already wet? Oh, your nipples are hard, even your clitoris is hard? Haha, you really are suited to be a slutty bitch. Excited about your first time being fucked in the ass?"
"All your current suffering, the abuse, the ass fucking, is Wu Xian's fault. Without him, you wouldn't be suffering like this. Why don't you become my bitch? I'm a very sentimental person. As long as you don't betray me, I won't abandon you."
"Look, everyone here is my bitch. Come on, demonstrate for our Holy Maiden!" After Qin Tian finished speaking, all the fairies watching lay down on the ground, swaying their buttocks, their faces showing excitement and adoration, sticking out their little tongues, barking incessantly.
The scene was truly spectacular.
The man's piercing voice and the barking of the women around him continued to fill the air, but Wu Xian'er was filled with doubt: "Why...why does it feel less painful in my back? Ah, that penis is so hot, like it's burning me. It hurts, but...but it's so strange. Could it be...could it be that I really am, as he says, a born slut, with so many women willing to be his bitch? These women are beautiful, their status and wealth are no less than his, yet they're all crawling on the ground barking like dogs..."
Wu Xian'er felt like she was going crazy, but the physical pleasure was so real, especially in her anus. The initial sharp pain turned into a throbbing pain, then into a soreness, waves of strange pleasure washing over her, making her feel incredibly stimulated.
Meanwhile, Qin Tian was penetrating her anus while simultaneously probing her vagina with his fingers, pressing his thumb against her already erect clitoris, while his index and middle fingers were inserted together and probing inside her vagina.
Hanging in mid-air, Wu Xian'er was powerless to move. Her voluptuous body swayed back and forth with the man's thrusts, her plump, round, white buttocks repeatedly slamming against his abdomen. Her buttocks pressed down and then bounced back, full of elasticity, seemingly responding to the man's thrusts.
Qin Tian laughed, "So much water, your cunt is soaking wet, ha, it's even sucking, your little hole is still clinging to my fingers, so lewd, haha. It feels good in the front, and good in the back too, truly a beauty, ha~" Under Qin Tian's double assault, coupled with the barking of the dogs around them, Wu Xian'er's entire psychological defenses crumbled, especially her anus. Her rectum, laced with aphrodisiac, was extremely sensitive, and under the friction of Qin Tian's large glans, it produced an unparalleled, intoxicating sensation.
Qin Tian's long, rough fingers continued to tease and manipulate, causing her to flow incessantly, trembling with excitement.
Qin Tian only probed briefly, not using his fingers to break Wu Xian'er's hymen.
Not long after, Wu Xian'er let out a lewd cry, her naked, snow-white body flushed crimson as she reached orgasm.
Qin Tian felt her two orifices contracting incessantly, squeezing as if alive. He grasped her full breasts with both hands, securing her naked body suspended in mid-air, and thrust his hips rapidly, pounding into her tight anus like a storm.
After a few dozen more thrusts, he let out a low growl and ejaculated profusely into her newly deflowered anus.
After a while, Qin Tian untied Wu Xian'er's ropes, making her lie face down on the ground like a bitch.
Wu Xian'er was completely limp, her upper body pressed against the ground, panting heavily, but her buttocks were raised. She felt her anus had been thoroughly penetrated, and streams of white, cloudy fluid were constantly gushing out.
"Oh, I almost forgot, you're the Yun Immortal Saintess, right? The one who specializes in bearing children. How about it? Instead of bearing his child, why not give birth to mine? That way you'll suffer less."
"Ugh...you...you can forget about it! If you dare take my virginity, I'll kill myself!" Wu Xian'er's face was resolute. Her constitution was special; she was the type who would get pregnant almost instantly from internal ejaculation. She was determined to preserve the last pure and clean place for Lord Wu Xian.
"Oh, I'm a very kind person. How about this? I can spare your virginity, but the rest of your body must belong to me, how about that?" Qin Tian glanced at Wu Xian'er's vagina, which had been ravaged by the triangular wooden horse for three days and three nights. Although it wasn't rotten, it was covered in wounds, which didn't interest Qin Tian much.
"You also have to promise me you won't hurt Wu Xian." Wu Xian'er had no choice; she could only do her best to buy time for Wu Xian.
Qin Tian grabbed her hair, and with a scream, Wu Xian'er was lifted up. Qin Tian's gaze was icy, and his voice was chilling.
"Here's a piece of advice: when you're around me, don't mention other men. You don't want to see me angry."
Qin Tian grabbed Wu Xian'er's hair and slammed her against the wall. With a thud, Wu Xian'er hit the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood, nearly fainting from her already weakened state.
She looked at Qin Tian, her eyes filled with fear. She knew that although this devil was surrounded by beautiful women and spent his days indulging in debauchery, he was definitely not a man who would show mercy to women.
"Your request, I agree. I won't personally deal with Wu Xian, and I won't defile your virginity before I'm tired of fucking you."
Qin Tian shook his hand, not even glancing at the heavily injured Wu Xian'er on the ground, and ordered the others, "Take her out, give her a bath, change her into clothes that suit her, and then heal her rotten cunt and the whip marks on her body."