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Time passed day by day. Zhang Xiaohu successfully infiltrated Penglai Immortal Island and found the second fragment of memory there, which, of course, was fake.
Zhang Xiaohu was now even more bewildered. His memories were severely fragmented, with many inexplicable fragments residing in his mind.
What? He was a Demon Lord, fond of beasts and wrinkled old women?
He also liked collecting excrement, not only collecting it but also enjoying its smell and even tasting it… Zhang Xiaohu's face turned pale. Was this really him? Was he this powerful in his previous lives?
"There's another place, where there's something very important. Once we get our hands on it, we'll know if these memories are distorted."
The Martial Immortal had also left behind many contingency plans.
Without hesitation, Zhang Xiaohu immediately applied to Penglai Immortal Island for a mission and quickly headed to the place in his memories.
His memories were currently half true and half false, something he himself was unaware of. This particular memory was real, but Qin Tian had already gotten there first.
Zhang Xiaohu moved quickly, but he constantly felt extremely uneasy.
Zhang Xiaohu arrived at the valley from his memories. He easily broke the seal and entered. Upon entering, he immediately smelled a strong stench of blood.
He knew something was wrong and quickly went inside. Zhang Xiaohu saw the ground littered with minced flesh and blood, and the head of an ancient ape.
He didn't pay attention to the ape, as he didn't recognize it in his memories.
He rushed forward to examine it and found a black box in the ape's mouth. His heart leaped with joy. Seeing the familiar scent emanating from the box, Zhang Xiaohu trembled.
His excitement was palpable. He had a premonition that the contents of the box were extremely important to him, the key to his present life, and a crucial contingency plan for restoring his memories.
He still didn't believe he was the Demon Lord; he believed he should be a Martial Immortal!
Zhang Xiaohu quickly crouched down and held out his hands.
He cradled the box in his hands as if it were a priceless treasure.
Zhang Xiaohu was overjoyed. The box in his hands felt heavy and had a faint, rotten smell; it was definitely something that had endured countless years.
He took a deep breath, and the stench made his eyes roll back, almost causing him to faint.
"Ninety-nine percent, a rare find!"
"That's the smell!"
Excitedly, Zhang Xiaohu opened the box. Instead of the Martial Immortal Token or ancient treasure he had imagined, he found several lumps of stringy material…
"This…" Zhang Xiaohu frowned. It looked like excrement to him.
He sniffed it closer, and the next second, his eyes widened in horror. He dropped the box and began to gag.
"Ugh… This… This is shit!!!"
Zhang Xiaohu cursed as he vomited.
But then, the memory within the second fragment of memory made him feel utterly disgusted.
"No way... I really am the Demon Lord, enjoying collecting and tasting..." Zhang Xiaohu stared at the few lumps on the ground in the distance, deeply immersed in self-doubt.
Could these lumps be his past life's collection, reserved for his own enjoyment?
Ugh... The thought of that possibility almost made Zhang Xiaohu vomit his bile.
"I really am the Demon Lord, the Demon Lord who possessed the Martial Immortal..."
However, after a long silence, Zhang Xiaohu suddenly looked up. He didn't speak, but simply stood up and walked back.
Whether he was a Martial Immortal or a Demon Lord, it didn't matter to him. All he wanted was power. Whatever identity he used, as long as he stood at the pinnacle, what difference did it make whether he was a demon or an immortal!
As expected of the protagonist destined for greatness, he adjusted quite quickly. His sudden clarity of thought also boosted his cultivation level by several levels.
A voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Congratulations, Demon Lord, on your cultivation advancement! Has the Demon Lord come to his senses? Our demon race's revitalization depends entirely on you, Demon Lord! With your leadership, our demon race will surely have a place in this realm," Wu Guang said obsequiously.
"Heh, Demon Lord? No, I am neither the Demon Lord nor a Martial Immortal. I am Zhang Xiaohu. You must submit to me!"
Zhang Xiaohu sneered.
Zhang Xiaohu wasn't particularly averse to Wu Guang.
His rapid advancement in cultivation in such a short time was inseparable from Wu Guang, and Wu Guang was still useful.
Wu Guang: "Yes, my lord. In our eyes, you will always be the Demon Lord. I will follow you and help you grow."
Wu Guang was secretly alarmed. Zhang Xiaohu had changed almost instantly, his temperament drastically altered. Could this be the world's rules interfering, as his master had mentioned?
"However..."
Thinking of Qin Tian's terrifying methods, Wu Guang continued with his mission. He said, "Sir, you still don't want to cultivate the technique I mentioned a few days ago?"
Mentioning this, Zhang Xiaohu frowned slightly.
The technique Wu Guang mentioned was a demonic art called the [Devouring Heaven Demon Art], which, according to him, was the technique he had cultivated in his previous life.
Zhang Xiaohu had also obtained a glimpse of it. This demonic art was truly ferocious and terrifying. If he cultivated a demonic art, his cultivation breakthrough would be much faster than it was now, but its characteristic of devouring everything made him truly afraid that he would become the person he remembered who liked to eat excrement.
Zhang Xiaohu had hesitated before, but now, seeing the [treasure] left to him by his previous life, he was even less willing to cultivate it.
"No rush, let's wait until we obtain the memory fragments," Zhang Xiaohu said, glossing over the topic.
"Yes."
Zhang Xiaohu returned to Penglai Immortal Island and began to cultivate diligently. Wu Guang repeatedly urged him to go out and search for memory fragments and cultivate demonic techniques, but he always evaded the requests.
As if waiting for something.
Moreover, after being trained and having her anus broken by Qin Tian, Wu Xian'er's life underwent a complete transformation. After being forcefully penetrated and brought to orgasm by Qin Tian time and time again, she was forced to become Qin Tian's exclusive anal sex slave. Her daily routine now consisted of bending over and waiting for Qin Tian's large penis to grace her.
In the first few days, Wu Xian'er's anus was unbearably painful due to overuse.
But as time went on, her body gradually adapted to this frequency of stimulation and even began to derive pleasure from it. Whenever Qin Tian's massive member entered, she would involuntarily let out a pleasurable moan.
At this moment, Wu Xian'er lay helplessly, occasionally letting out whimpering sounds that were hard to tell if it was from pain or pleasure. Her small anus was completely stretched open by Qin Tian's penis, the thick shaft relentlessly thrusting in and out of the narrow passage.
Qin Tian, panting, rubbed the plump, round buttocks of Wu Xian'er's sexy body beneath him, saying, "I originally wanted to fuck your asshole raw, to punish this big-assed slut."
Qin Tian thrust hard, his penis penetrating deep into her anus, adding, "But seeing your slutty, wanton look, you're actually enjoying it."
Wu Xian'er gritted her teeth. Although her anus had been plied by Qin Tian, she still hadn't submitted. She desperately tried to maintain the image of Wu Xian in her mind, but each time the penis penetrated deep into her rectum, the strange pleasure from the friction made Wu Xian's image even more blurred.
Qin Tian, caught up in the excitement, suddenly scooped Wu Xian'er up in his arms, his penis still deeply inserted into her anus. He held her thighs in a position resembling that of a little girl urinating.
"Ugh...ugh...ahh...so deep...ahh...ah...it's...it's all the way in...ahhh...I can't take it anymore...ahhh...my ass...my ass is going to split open...ahhh..." Wu Xian'er gripped Qin Tian's arms tightly, her large breasts bouncing and swaying with each powerful thrust, leaving afterimages. Her vagina continuously gushed fluid, spraying it all over the floor, just like a little girl urinating.
Wu Xian'er screamed, leaning back against Qin Tian's shoulder, her hands kneading her breasts, moaning loudly, "Ahhh...ahhh...I'm coming...ahhh...my asshole...ahhh..."
"My asshole is climaxing...ahhhh..."
Qin Tian laughed loudly, "Ha, you asshole slut, your big ass is really addictive. Even anal penetration makes me squirt! Is it that comfortable? Haha."
Wu Xian'er was both angry and pleased. Although she felt humiliated and betrayed the Wu Xian clan, she also found the anal penetration incredibly stimulating. Her pretty face flushed, her voluptuous body trembled incessantly, and she breathed heavily, enjoying the pleasure of anal orgasm, yet she couldn't speak.
This was just the tip of the iceberg of Wu Xian'er's daily life. She was practically tied to Qin Tian's side. In any place, in front of anyone, in any situation, no matter what she was doing or what Qin Tian was doing, if Qin Tian was in the mood, he would penetrate her anus, mercilessly ravaging her little asshole.
On this day, Wu Xian'er, as usual, straddled Qin Tian, the thick penis inserted into her anus, vigorously swaying her hips under the gaze of everyone at Fox Heaven Pavilion.
Qin Tian lay comfortably on a recliner, enjoying the service of Wu Xian'er's tight anus, while many others served him nearby.
Of course, don't assume Qin Tian spent his days either having sex or anal sex; he still took good care of his wife and daughter, not neglecting them.
He also wanted to be the mastermind behind everything, pushing things forward from where Zhang Xiaohu couldn't see.
However, at that moment, in the far distance, a divine light shot into the sky, stirring the clouds and creating enormous waves.
Qin Tian frowned, pulled his thick penis out of Wu Xian'er's anus, strode to the window, and watched the rising beam of light, then several rays of light from all directions merged into it.
"Heh, you're playing this game with me, huh?" Qin Tian was slightly annoyed. He had originally planned to play the mastermind game, having sex with nobody while simultaneously killing the protagonist of destiny.
But now, the laws of the world had forcibly accelerated his development, rendering all his plans meaningless. This action startled Wu Xian'er.
Her long legs suddenly buckled, and she knelt on the ground.
But she showed no sign of stopping her demands. Instead, like a female dog, she swayed her snow-white buttocks, following Qin Tian's steps.
"No...don't go...please..." Wu Xian'er turned her head, looking at Qin Tian pitifully, her voice filled with longing.
Qin Tian glanced at Wu Xian'er coldly, ignoring her.
Seeing this, Wu Xian'er could no longer restrain herself. Ignoring Qin Tian's refusal, she immediately crawled between his legs. Her slender fingers gently parted her buttocks, revealing her pink anus, and then carefully inserted Qin Tian's penis back in.
"Mmm...it's in...so comfortable..." She let out a satisfied sigh, crawling on all fours on the floor, and began to slowly move, twisting her waist.
Qin Tian looked down at Wu Xian'er, who was swaying like a bitch at his feet. This woman was completely addicted to anal sex; her training was complete.
"Have everyone prepared, we're going too," Qin Tian instructed the fairy beside him, then continued to gaze at the pillar of light, his eyes thoughtful.
Meanwhile, Wu Xian'er continued to frantically sway her body... On Penglai Immortal Island.
Zhang Xiaohu, who was in seclusion cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes, a divine light emerging from them.
"This belongs to me, or rather, it belongs to my past life as Wu Xian." He felt his soul trembling wildly, as if something was drawing him in. Even though he had never experienced this feeling before, his memories were much clearer, and he instantly understood many things.
"This is what I left behind in my past life; what I absorbed before was fake!" Zhang Xiaohu pondered inwardly, but his face remained expressionless.
"This Wu Guang is fake. The memory fragments I absorbed have made my memories extremely chaotic, but Wu Guang is definitely not the mastermind. There's a powerful force trying to tamper with my memories from somewhere I can't see. Who is this person?!"
Zhang Xiaohu analyzed the situation silently. Just after the pillar of light appeared, his memories became crystal clear, instantly distinguishing which were real memories and which were fabricated.
"Is now the right time to turn against Wu Guang? He's in my sea of consciousness. If I turn against him now, I'll be in great danger."
Zhang Xiaohu finally began to resemble a martial immortal.
"Wu Guang, this pillar of light might be some great opportunity, and its aura is very familiar. It might be something from my past life. Let's investigate, shall we?"
Zhang Xiaohu, looking much the same as before, directly discussed it with Wu Guang.
Wu Guang was somewhat bewildered; this scene wasn't in the script. He remained silent for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "Going is fine, but it's best to be careful."
Zhang Xiaohu sneered inwardly. It seemed this fake Wu Guang didn't know what the pillar of light was.
He was now certain that this pillar of light was his relic from his past life. If Wu Guang were the real one, he would definitely know.
He hurriedly left the cave, but before he could do anything, he suddenly saw a bustling crowd outside.
On a distant mountaintop, streaks of light shot out, accompanied by a cacophony of shouts and prayers.
"That's…"
"Qin Wenyu's father?"
Zhang Xiaohu's eyes darkened.
Walking amidst the crowd was none other than Qin Tian. He was currently surrounded by many fairies from the Fox Heaven Pavilion, clearly also about to go out.
The two people beside Qin Tian caused Zhang Xiaohu's previously calm heart to ripple again.
He didn't recognize one person, but he knew one very well: Qin Wenyu, his former fiancée.
Today, she was exceptionally radiant. A light pink dress accentuated her already alluring figure, her full, firm breasts almost bursting out of the dress, trembling gently with her movements as if they might break free at any moment.
Her slender waist was incredibly thin, her curves exquisitely beautiful, and her long, jade-like legs were faintly visible beneath the hem of her dress, exuding the unique charm of a young girl.
Qin Linglong clung to her father, Qin Tian's, arm, her full, rounded breasts pressing tightly against his strong forearm. The soft, comfortable touch made even this seasoned lecher pause slightly.
"Father, you've done it with both of my sisters, why won't you? Father, you're biased." Qin Wenyu said helplessly. He hadn't been too discreet with Qin Wenyu when he made love with Qin Duoduo and Qin Linglong, and she had seen several parts of the act.
"You're still too young," Qin Tian said dismissively.
"Hmm... I'm not young at all. I'm younger than my older sisters, but my breasts are definitely bigger than theirs," Qin Wenyu pouted her cute little face as she spoke.
After she finished speaking, she grabbed Qin Tian's large hand and pressed it against her chest.
Qin Tian felt a little tempted. He had noticed it long ago; for some reason, there was a fatal attraction between father and daughter.
The daughters seemed to belong to their father from birth, everything about them growing according to Qin Tian's preferences and aesthetics.
And Qin Tian was the only love in the daughters' hearts; everything they did existed for their father.
Feeling the softness and elasticity in his hand, Qin Tian didn't pull his hand away. Instead, he hugged Qin Wenyu, his large hand naturally playing with his daughter's large breasts.
Of course, because the flying boat was too high, Zhang Xiaohu didn't see any of this clearly.
As for the other person, Zhang Xiaohu didn't recognize her, but a resonance occurred between them, as if this woman was very important to him.
A woman with a graceful figure stood silently behind Qin Tian.
Her thin gauze robe fluttered in the wind, outlining her alluring figure.
Her full, rounded breasts seemed about to burst from her undergarment, rising and falling slightly with her breath. Her slender waist was as delicate as a willow branch, yet widened abruptly at her hips, forming a stunning curve.
Her two plump, full buttocks resembled ripe peaches, firm and perky, their remarkable elasticity palpable even through the thin veil.
Her skin was as white and flawless as fresh snow, her features exquisitely beautiful, exuding a captivating charm with every glance. Especially alluring were her large, watery eyes, which seemed capable of bewitching the soul, drawing all who beheld them.
But unfortunately, a veil covered most of her face.
At the entrance to the massive pillar of light within the secret realm, Wu Xian'er's rounded, pert buttocks had already attracted countless gazes.
"Look, that woman's butt is so big and perky!"
"Really, it looks so bouncy, it must feel amazing to the touch." "Maybe she's some important figure's cultivation vessel, used specifically for dual cultivation." Hearing these vulgar words, Wu Xian'er was filled with shame and wished she could flee immediately.
She looked at Qin Tian pleadingly, only to find him watching her with a smug expression, as if enjoying her embarrassing predicament.
Qin Tian ignored Wu Xian'er, leaving her standing there, uneasy under the gazes of the crowd.
Qin Tian encountered many Qin clan members who had previously entered the Yin-Yang Immortal Realm. They were overjoyed to see him, and Qin Tian learned about the Qin clan members' situation from them.
Although there were some casualties initially, the situation stabilized later.
Furthermore, Qin Lingling had gone to the Remnant Immortal Ancient Battlefield with Gu Qinghan and had not yet returned.
Qin Tian nodded. He was very concerned about their safety. If they couldn't even defeat Gu Qinghan, then this enemy was far too terrifying.
Just then, a group of figures dressed in black robes approached from afar. They exuded a powerful aura, each clad in precious armor, radiating divine light. Their mere presence on the ground intimidated everyone present.
They were indeed cultivators from the Martial Immortal Hall, led by their senior disciple, Zhou Yuanshan, whose cultivation was unfathomable and whose power was immense.
Upon seeing them, Wu Xian'er's heart clenched. She recognized Zhou Yuanshan and was even more worried that he would discover her identity.
Zhou Yuanshan and his men scanned the crowd with their eyes. He knew through a secret method that this was the Martial Immortal's reincarnation mark, so he brought his men here to see if they could find the Martial Immortal or help him obtain the reincarnation mark.
His gaze inadvertently swept over Wu Xian'er's alluring curves, a flash of amazement in his eyes.
But that exaggeratedly curvaceous figure and ample buttocks felt incredibly familiar to him.
When Wu Xian'er saw Zhou Yuanshan looking at her, her heart raced, fearing that her identity would be revealed.
Just then, another disciple of the Martial Immortal Hall exclaimed in surprise, "Senior Brother, doesn't this person look like our long-lost Holy Maiden?"
Zhou Yuanshan was taken aback upon hearing this, carefully examining Wu Xian'er. Due to the veil, he couldn't see her exact features, but from her familiar figure, he could easily discern a resemblance.
"Young lady, please remove your veil," Zhou Yuanshan commanded forcefully as he led his men to Wu Xian'er… Wu Xian'er tried her best to remain calm, replying indifferently, "As you can see, I am merely a slave girl. Without my master's permission, I will not remove my veil."
Zhou Yuanshan glanced at the collar around Wu Xian'er's snow-white neck, a symbol of her slave status.
Although Zhou Yuanshan had doubts, he ultimately didn't press the matter.
Because he didn't believe the Holy Maiden of the Martial Immortal Hall could be this lowly slave girl, and besides, this slave girl's master was that rather troublesome outsider, the Divine Child. It was best not to provoke him.
Having finally dealt with the crowd from the Martial Immortal Hall, Wu Xian'er breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave when Qin Tian grabbed her ample buttocks.
"Ah!" Wu Xian'er exclaimed, her voluptuous body immediately going limp in Qin Tian's arms.
Qin Tian unceremoniously played with the soft flesh in his hand, a smile playing on his lips: "What's wrong, little bitch? Seen an old acquaintance? Don't want to acknowledge them?"
Wu Xian'er blushed deeply, yet was powerless to resist.
She felt Qin Tian's fingers caressing her buttocks, and a shiver ran through her.
The surrounding cultivators, seeing this, cast envious glances.
Some whispered amongst themselves, "Look at that kid, he's actually playing with such a beauty's ass!"
"Yeah, that slave girl has a great figure, so curvaceous, she's practically bursting out of her clothes."
"Sigh, no matter how beautiful she is, she's still someone else's plaything. If I had a slave girl like that, I'd die happy."
Hearing these comments, Wu Xian'er felt even more ashamed, wishing she could disappear into the ground.
However, Qin Tian's hands continued to roam over her body, occasionally touching sensitive areas, causing her to let out low moans.
"No...not here..." Wu Xian'er pleaded weakly.
Qin Tian ignored her, instead increasing the pressure of his hands. "Come on, look over there." He gestured for Wu Xian'er to look in a certain direction.
Wu Xian'er looked in the direction he pointed and saw a figure hiding behind the crowd, secretly watching them.
The moment she saw the person's face, she trembled, both overjoyed and terrified.
This man was none other than Wu Xian, Zhang Xiaohu. He was her former faith, the driving force that kept her alive despite the humiliation. Her anus had been so cruelly mutilated so that Wu Xian could preserve her last vestige of purity.
If Zhang Xiaohu recognized her as Wu Xian'er, given her current state, she would rather die than be recognized.
At that moment, a gap opened in the Time Pillar Secret Realm. With a booming sound, the gate slowly opened.
A surging crowd rushed in. Zhang Xiaohu glanced one last time at Wu Xian'er, veiled in Qin Tian's arms, but still rushed in.
Wu Xian'er stood frozen in place until Zhang Xiaohu's figure disappeared, only then letting out a sigh of relief.
Qin Tian put his arm around her waist and teased, "What, reluctant to part with your little lover?" Wu Xian'er snapped out of her daze and glared at him resentfully.
Qin Tian, however, paid no heed, one arm around her, the other still caressing her ample buttocks, as they leisurely walked towards the entrance of the secret realm.
Along the way, Wu Xian'er kept a close eye on the Martial Immortal Palace and Zhang Xiaohu.
Fortunately, everyone was focused on finding opportunities, and no one paid attention to this inconspicuous "female slave."
Zhang Xiaohu also successfully entered the ruins.
Upon entering, he felt his soul tremble more intensely.
"The mark! We'll find the mark soon!"
Zhang Xiaohu's face lit up with joy.
His soul was trembling wildly, clearly due to sensing the Reincarnation Mark.
If he found the mark, he could reverse the current situation. If he could regain his true memories, he could unify his nine lifetimes. Then, no matter who was manipulating him behind the scenes, he wouldn't be afraid.
Moreover, with his newfound power, Qin Tian might look at him more favorably and agree to his pursuit of Qin Wenyu.
Zhang Xiaohu's gaze shifted, and he found a spot where his soul trembled most violently before flying away.
Numerous magical formations and restrictions within the ruins were frequently triggered, but they had no effect on Zhang Xiaohu, allowing him to move freely as if in an empty field.
Meanwhile, Qin Tian and his companions walked through the ruins, the surrounding magical formations and restrictions radiating terrifying pressure, seemingly deliberately targeting and hindering their progress.
However, under this pressure, Qin Tian moved with ease, as if strolling in a garden.
Divine light flowed around him as he walked, each step accompanied by a series of explosions above and below him. The terrifying restrictions, radiating an aura, were shattered under his feet like street fences.
The restrictions exploded one after another, unleashing terrifying power, yet not a speck of dust touched Qin Tian's clothes.
Wu Xian'er was deeply shaken by this scene.
She knew Qin Tian was strong, but the restrictions here were created by the very essence of heaven and earth; even a single one could obliterate her.
Yet, thousands upon thousands of restrictions were constantly being triggered and activated, relentlessly pressing down on Qin Tian.
But Qin Tian's steps did not falter in the slightest. Not only him, but even those around him were unimpeded.
"No…too fast."
Wu Xian'er was anxious.
Her submission to Qin Tian, offering her body and anus, was actually a form of endurance, because as long as her womb hadn't been filled with Qin Tian's semen, she still had a chance to turn the tables.
So she had been enduring, even though her anus was being pleasured…
But her loyalty to Wu Xian was unquestionable.
After entering the secret realm, she had thought that these innate restrictions would at least somewhat hinder Qin Tian's movements, allowing Wu Xian to find the Reincarnation Mark faster. Now it seemed she had been too optimistic.
Her eyes darted around, searching for a way to stall for time.
Just then, Qin Tian turned around and asked casually, "What's wrong? Is your ass itchy again?"
"N-nothing..."
Wu Xian'er was a little nervous, but then seemed to remember something and quickly changed her answer, "Yes...yes, Master, my ass is itchy without your penis."
Wu Xian'er bit her red lips, her eyes glazed as she looked at the man before her. Her slender hand slowly caressed Qin Tian's chest, feeling the contours of his strong muscles, and she said seductively, "Master...my little ass is itchy again, please fuck my ass hard..."
Qin Tian raised an eyebrow and smiled. He naturally knew Wu Xian'er's plan. This stubborn woman, although she had been trained to be obedient, still refused to give up the idea of escaping.
However, he wasn't in a hurry to expose her little trick; instead, he went along with her plan.
"What a slutty, rotten asshole that needs fucking." Qin Tian deftly stripped off his clothes, revealing his muscular physique.
Wu Xian'er swallowed involuntarily when she saw the enormous member that both fascinated and terrified her.
But to buy Wu Xian'er time, she knelt on the ground, her snow-white buttocks raised high, her pink anus faintly visible.
"Please punish this bitch's horny asshole, Master," she said coquettishly, her voice filled with longing.
Qin Tian stroked Wu Xian'er's buttocks with satisfaction, his fingers gently sliding into her cleft, kneading her sensitive clitoris, saying, "What a slutty little whore that needs fucking."
"Mmm... Master is right, this fairy slave is just a little slut who needs to be fucked," Wu Xian'er writhed her hips, responding to Qin Tian's caresses, letting out sweet moans.
She felt Qin Tian's fingers gradually penetrating deeper, stimulating her most sensitive areas.
She looked at the women around her and said, "Master, this bitch wants to be alone with you. I can't be there with so many people."
Qin Tian sneered, waving his hand dismissively, "You can all disperse and go find your own opportunities." Qin Tian acted like a debauched, tyrannical ruler who would do anything for a woman.
The others exchanged glances, and then, including Qin Wenyu, scattered, leaving only Qin Tian and Wu Xian'er.
Qin Tian placed his hands on Wu Xian'er's slender waist, his large glans pressing against the entrance of her pink anus. Wu Xian'er took a deep breath, trying to relax her body, and slowly thrust backward in sync with Qin Tian's movements.
"Ah... Master's big cock is inside... So full... So comfortable..." Wu Xian'er tilted her head back, letting out a satisfied sigh.
Qin Tian felt Wu Xian'er's tight passage enveloping his cock, and began to slowly thrust in and out. Each thrust brought out a little pink intestinal wall, making him involuntarily quicken his pace.
With the sounds of "slap slap slap," Wu Xian'er was quickly driven mad, only knowing to instinctively respond to Qin Tian's movements. Her flower path secreted a large amount of lustful fluid, dripping onto the ground with Qin Tian's thrusts.
"Master... So powerful... This slave's asshole is going to be ruined by Master's big cock..." Wu Xian'er uttered lewd words intermittently, her voice filled with endless pleasure. She could feel Qin Tian's cock ramming inside her, each penetration feeling as if it were going to pierce her through.
Qin Tian bent down, one hand kneading Wu Xian'er's full breasts, the other reaching for her wet genitals, skillfully finding and teasing her sensitive clitoris.
"Slut, do you like being fucked in the ass with a cock?" he whispered in Wu Xian'er's ear, his hot breath spraying against her skin.
"I...I like it...Xian'er loves being fucked in the ass by Master..." Wu Xian'er trembled, the double stimulation driving her almost mad.
She turned her head seeking Qin Tian's kiss, their lips meeting tightly, their tongues intertwining, exchanging saliva.
Qin Tian kissed Wu Xian'er while increasing the speed of his thrusts.
Wu Xian'er felt the cock inside her growing harder, knowing Qin Tian was about to climax, and she too reached the edge of orgasm, every cell in her body screaming for more.
"Master...I'm coming...Let's climax together..." Wu Xian'er pleaded, her voice drowned out by lust.
Qin Tian roared, thrusting deeply into Wu Xian'er one last time, his scalding semen shooting into her rectum.
At the same time, Wu Xian'er also experienced a powerful orgasm, her body convulsing, her juices spraying everywhere.
Just as Qin Tian was immersed in the afterglow of his climax, Wu Xian'er suddenly made an unexpected move.
She swiftly formed hand seals and chanted an incantation. A dazzling golden light flashed, and a strange magical artifact appeared out of thin air in her hand.
Meanwhile, Wu Xian'er retrieved a tattered battle flag from somewhere.
With a casual wave of her hand, the battle flag flew out.
The flag grew rapidly in the wind, instantly transforming into a gigantic battle flag that suppressed the heavens and earth, standing beside Qin Tian.
In an instant, an invisible force bound Qin Tian's entire body, rendering him immobile.
Ignoring the mess on her body, Wu Xian'er forced herself to pull out Qin Tian's penis, a large amount of semen immediately gushing from her anus.
She quickly used her spiritual power to temporarily seal her anus, barely managing to stand up with her rectum full of semen.
"You filthy bitch, what are you doing?" A cold, authoritative voice rang out from beneath the battle banner.
Hearing this voice, Wu Xian'er's breath hitched; she could clearly feel the chilling anger in the words.
"I cannot allow you to hinder Lord Wu Xian from retrieving the Reincarnation Mark!" Wu Xian'er gritted her teeth, then her body shimmered with spiritual light.
She struck out with her slender hands.
Buzz.
Clusters of crimson light flew out and landed on the battle banner fluttering in Wu Xian's battles. Millions of golden runes on the banner rose up, transforming into a heaven-suppressing power, covering the surroundings and forming an invisible prison, trapping Qin Tian.
Rumbling sounds echoed.
A series of explosions resounded.
The invisible prison suddenly shook violently, as if Qin Tian was breaking the formation.
A burst of divine light could be faintly seen, slamming into the battle flag. Instantly, the sky seemed to be torn apart, and the palace trembled, nearly collapsing.
"This…"
Wu Xian'er's face paled, terrified, fearing the Martial Immortal Battle Flag wouldn't withstand the attack.
However, thanks to Qin Tian's repeated attacks, the Martial Immortal Battle Flag, though flashing with light, held firm.
"Great! This way, keeping this monster locked up for a while won't be a problem!" Wu Xian'er breathed a sigh of relief.
"I have to go quickly! To find Lord Martial Immortal!" Her previous submissiveness and weakness were gone. She quickly dressed, used her divine speed spell, and flew towards Zhang Xiaohu's direction.
After running a short distance, Wu Xian'er finally stopped, clutching her buttocks. A large amount of semen mixed with intestinal fluid oozed from between her fingers, flowing down her inner thighs.
She wiped the sweat from her brow, gritting her teeth, and said, "Just you wait! As long as Lord Wu Xian unites her nine lives and believes she can defeat Qin Tian, I will repay all the pain he inflicted on me!"
Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaohu, after passing through several barriers, finally arrived at a mural.
Before the mural.
Zhang Xiaohu stared blankly at it, feeling an uncontrollable tremor throughout his body.
His entire being, cells, flesh, and soul, seemed to surge. He knew this mural was real; this was the true mark of reincarnation.
An ancient aura permeated the air; on the mural, it seemed as if another version of himself existed.
Zhang Xiaohu placed his hand on the mural, and instantly, a surge of power and memories flooded into his body.
After a long while, he opened his eyes and said in his mind, "Wu Guang, who is your master?"
"I...my master is you." Wu Guang was a little anxious. He felt an ominous premonition; Zhang Xiaohu seemed different from before.
"Heh, is that so..."
Wu Xian'er finally caught up with Zhang Xiaohu with all her might, but Zhang Xiaohu gave her a strange feeling.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaohu was holding a ball of soul light in his hand. He seemed to be saying something, his expression ferocious and terrifying. He squeezed the ball of soul light tightly, then suddenly squeezed it, and the soul light dissipated.
Wu Xian'er's face was somewhat pale. This was different from the Wu Xian she remembered.
But she couldn't care less now. She had to help Wu Xian, but seeing her current state, she decided to tidy herself up first.
Wu Xian'er rested for a while and straightened her disheveled clothes.
However, despite her efforts to cover herself, large expanses of her snow-white skin were still exposed, a glimpse of her cleavage. Her black stockings were already torn to shreds, her long, beautiful legs almost completely bare.
"Damn it, he ripped my clothes!" Wu Xian'er cursed under her breath, pulling her slipped bra strap back into place, barely covering half of her breasts, but the two soft mounds still playfully peeked out from the gap, trembling precariously in the air.
Having finally managed to tidy her upper body, Wu Xian'er looked down at her disheveled lower body, her brows furrowing. Thick, white fluid slowly flowed from her swollen anus, meandering down her thighs, finally pooling at her ankles.
"I can't leave this stuff lying around. He just fucked me, my ass can't take it anymore. If it leaks in front of Lord Wu Xian, I'm doomed," Wu Xian'er muttered to herself. After a moment's hesitation, she squatted down, sticking her buttocks out like a female dog.
She reached behind her, her slender fingers carefully inserting into her anus, stirring inside.
The "gurgling" sounds made Wu Xian'er blush crimson. She forced herself to ignore the shame, focusing on scooping out the disgusting semen.
Warm, viscous liquid seeped from between her fingers, dripping from her fingertips.
"Ha...huff..." Wu Xian'er panted, her fingers moving in and out of her anus.
As more and more semen was scooped out, she felt her anus gradually regain sensation. The pain and discomfort of being violated returned, causing her sphincter to involuntarily tighten.
Finally, Wu Xian'er withdrew her finger, which was covered in sticky semen.
She shook her hand, looking at the pool of whitish, viscous liquid on the ground.
"Damn it, how did so much come of it!"
At this point, Wu Xian'er didn't care about anything else. She quickly covered herself and rushed out.
"Who's there?"
Zhang Xiaohu's expression changed, and he abruptly turned around.
He saw Wu Xian'er emerge from the stream of light.
*Buzz.*
Upon seeing Wu Xian'er, Zhang Xiaohu's body trembled. A strange sense of familiarity surged through him, his heart pounding.
"Who are you?"
"Lord Wu Xian I've finally found you." Wu Xian'er's delicate body trembled slightly. Thinking of the humiliation she had endured for days, constantly submitting to Qin Tian's advances, her anus so ravaged she couldn't even hold her feces, her eyes reddened.
Although Zhang Xiaohu had been reincarnated, a faint resemblance to his past self remained in his features. Moreover, she could sense a familiar aura emanating from him.
"I feel like I know you?" Zhang Xiaohu frowned.
"Lord Martial Immortal, I am the Yun Immortal Saintess of this life, chosen for you by the Martial Immortal Palace." Wu Xian'er's face flushed with joy as she looked at Zhang Xiaohu happily. "My name is Wu Xian'er, and I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"What's this?" Zhang Xiaohu looked at Wu Xian'er, whose clothes were somewhat tattered.
Wu Xian'er's expression was slightly unnatural, but she still said, "Lord Martial Immortal, now is not the time to talk about this. I'm returning the core memory to you now. You should accelerate your absorption of the Reincarnation Mark, or it will be too late." Wu Xian'er retrieved the core memory stored deep within her sea of consciousness and handed it to Zhang Xiaohu.
Zhang Xiaohu sensed the importance of this memory to him. He also didn't feel that strange sense of crisis towards Wu Xian'er, which meant that Wu Xian'er was genuinely kind to him, and that the memory was real.
Zhang Xiaohu nodded, his right hand directly touching his harmonious memory to absorb it.
Boom!
The next second, a terrifying aura rushed over, instantly engulfing Zhang Xiaohu.
Fragmented memories engulfed Zhang Xiaohu.
"Martial Immortal!"
"You are the Martial Immortal..."
A thunderous roar, an endless sea of worship. Standing atop the crowd, watching millions bow in submission below, a surge of pride welled up within him.
"I really am the Martial Immortal! This memory is true!"
The Martial Immortal looked at Zhang Xiaohu, enveloped in golden light, her face filled with adoration.
Just as Zhang Xiaohu was immersed in the Martial Immortal's prestige, suddenly, a stream of dark light flashed by.
Immediately afterward, the memories that had flooded into Zhang Xiaohu seemed to be tainted with darkness, instantly spreading into a terrifying, dark light.
A primal desire rising from within him surged forth.
Slaughter…
Devouring…
Various dark and negative emotions began to swell. In a daze, Zhang Xiaohu felt himself standing amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
He was a pitch-black vortex, hunting and absorbing everything that dared to approach him, his cultivation level skyrocketing.
Demonic flames raged!
Peerless slaughter!
Boom! Boom!
The dark aura began to permeate Zhang Xiaohu's body and soul, causing a blood-red light to appear in his tightly closed eyes.
Zhang Xiaohu felt as if his soul had been torn in two.
One half was the Martial Immortal commanding the world…
The other half was the Demon Lord slaughtering all living beings…
"How could this be! Why do I still have the Demon Lord's memories!" Zhang Xiaohu was starting to doubt his existence.
Wu Xian'er, looking at Zhang Xiaohu radiating demonic energy, was also dumbfounded. Her snow-white face was now filled with confusion and bewilderment.
"It's you! You're the one who harmed me! Who am I?! Am I the Demon Lord or the Martial Immortal? Tell me!!!" Zhang Xiaohu became terrifyingly ferocious, his overwhelming demonic energy causing Wu Xian'er to stumble and fall to the ground.
She herself didn't know. The memories sealed within her sea of consciousness, apart from the Martial Immortal Token and herself, were inaccessible by any other means. How could these memories contain the Demon Lord's? Either someone had altered the sealed memories within her sea of consciousness, or this Martial Immortal was originally the Demon Lord.
"Who are you? The Demon Lord or the Martial Immortal?" Wu Xian'er asked him bitterly.
She had endured humiliation, believing she had found the Martial Immortal and would be free, but now this was the result. She even felt a pang of regret, thinking that it would be better to continue serving Qin Tian's penis than to help such a person; at least she was truly enjoying being fucked.
Zhang Xiaohu's face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with blankness.
This was the question he himself wanted to ask.
Who am I...?
Just then.
The entire ruins erupted in a deafening roar.
A mountain collided with a tsunami!
A divine light exploded in the sky above the distant ruins, revealing countless strands of divine radiance, utterly terrifying.
Wu Xian'er sensed something, her expression drastically changing.
The next second, a clear, cold voice echoed in her ears.
"Having just finished fucking your ass, you can't wait to show it off to your little lover, huh?" Hearing this voice, Wu Xian'er's pupils contracted, a chill running through her body. She abruptly turned to look.
In mid-air.
A snow-white figure loomed overhead. Qin Tian, still dressed in pristine white, his black robes woven with countless golden runes, made him appear majestic and invincible, like a god.
His hair danced wildly without wind, and the aura emanating from him was terrifyingly oppressive. The entire space around him instantly transformed into a swamp, thick and heavy, making one feel as if burdened by a giant mountain.
"M-Master…"
Wu Xian'er's voice was dry and stammering, even subconsciously calling him "Master."
At this moment, Wu Xian'er was enveloped in fear.
She could clearly sense Qin Tian's anger. Although he hadn't said a word, his cold, icy expression revealed everything.
Qin Tian's expression was playful. He smiled lightly: "I can't be your master. To meet your lover, you actually used magic to trap me. What kind of slave girl would kill her master?"
"Master, I…" Wu Xian'er was about to explain.
Qin Tian's eyes swept over her.
Boom!
A terrifying surge of spiritual energy exploded before Wu Xian'er. Her body trembled, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood, flying backward and crashing into several ancient halls.
She couldn't even withstand a single glance from him; how dare she disobey and betray him… Wu Xian'er now regretted it.
"Did I ask you to answer?"
Qin Tian's tone remained relaxed, but these words terrified Wu Xian'er, causing her to tremble uncontrollably, her body frozen in place.
It was too terrifying… No words could adequately describe Wu Xian'er's feelings at this moment. This feeling was different from before. Previously, Qin Tian had often treated her with a toying attitude, but now she could sense his anger; he harbored murderous intent towards her.
At this moment, dozens of long, slender, snow-white legs appeared before Wu Xian'er's eyes. She looked up and saw they were the female slaves beside Qin Tian.
She opened her mouth as if to say something, but the next moment someone stomped on her head, crushing her into the mud, causing Wu Xian'er to ingest a lot of dust.
The one stomping was Ren Qianqian, the patriarch of the Sun and Moon Reincarnation Sect. Her long, beautiful legs pressed hard on Wu Xian'er's head, her Ice and Fire Wheels spinning behind her. She said coldly, "Relying on your big ass to gain the Master's favor, how many sisters have you stolen from receiving the Master's attention these past few days?"
"Receiving such heavenly favor, yet you dare to kill your master!" Ren Qianqian herself had received far fewer favors from the Master these past few days, largely because Wu Xian'er's big ass had taken up too much of Qin Tian's time.
Not only Ren Qianqian, but everyone else harbored some resentment towards Wu Xian'er.
"Keep an eye on her, awaiting the Master's decision."
Meanwhile, on Qin Tian's side...
"You...how is it you? Aren't you Qin Wenyu's father? Why are you here!"
"It's you! You're the one who orchestrated all of this! You're the one who sewed the Demon Lord's memories onto me! You're the one who had Wu Guang act to get close to me!" Zhang Xiaohu's mind cleared considerably. The moment he saw Qin Tian, everything became clear, and he erupted in fury.
Why!
Why is he targeting him like this? Just because he used to be his daughter's fiancé?
But the engagement was already broken off, why won't he let him go!
"It's me. I was planning to play with you a little longer, but someone couldn't wait and interfered. Since there's no more fun, you're of no use anymore." Qin Tian looked at his fingernails with indifference, completely disregarding Zhang Xiaohu.
"You!" Zhang Xiaohu roared in fury. All the pain and misery he had endured along the way was caused by him. Zhang Xiaohu could no longer contain himself. His entire body erupted with golden, mixed spiritual energy, and he was about to charge at Qin Tian.
The only response he received was a powerful palm strike from Qin Tian.
"Boom!"
The golden palm shattered Zhang Xiaohu's protective spiritual energy in an instant, slamming him into a deep pit. His flesh and bones were instantly crushed by the blow.
Zhang Xiaohu was stunned.
His head buzzed, and boundless pain swept through his body, causing him to scream in agony.
One slap…
He had clearly refined the Reincarnation Mark, clearly experienced a huge improvement… yet he couldn't withstand a single slap???
Qin Tian said with some disappointment, "You're too weak. I gave you a chance, but you failed." As he spoke, his large hand reached out again.
Feeling the overwhelming threat, Zhang Xiaohu was filled with shock and rage. Qin Tian truly wanted to kill him: "You won't kill me! I'm a Martial Immortal!!!"
Buzz!
A burst of golden spiritual energy erupted from the depths of his soul, coalescing into a terrifying force that shot skyward.
Zhang Xiaohu directly unleashed the treasured technique contained within his soul imprint!
A flash of lightning!
Crack!
A golden light flashed in the void, and terrifying lightning crashed towards Qin Tian.
The golden hand collided with the lightning, creating a deafening boom that prevented Qin Tian's hand from advancing any further.
Blocked?
Zhang Xiaohu's face lit up with joy, but before he could utter a word of celebration, the golden hand shattered his treasured technique, and boundless power descended once more.
"No!"
The aura of destruction washed over him, and sensing the killing intent, Zhang Xiaohu was filled with terror.
Qin Tian sneered. The laws of the world had intervened, but their intervention meant they had revealed a weakness.
Yin Yin, who had been constantly invading the laws of nature, managed to tear open a gap, connecting herself to the laws of this world.
This is why she had blocked Qin Tian's attack earlier, but then failed to do so later.
Yin Yin: "Hahaha, finally I'm online! I'll kill him directly! I've increased the drop rate by a hundred times, the drop rate is really high!"
Qin Tian's cold gaze fell directly on Zhang Xiaohu again with a palm strike.
Zhang Xiaohu's eyes were bloodshot. He roared to the sky, "I am a Martial Immortal, I command the world, I conquer all ages, you cannot kill me!"
As he spoke, a magical armor appeared on his body, protecting him.
But all of this was futile before Qin Tian. Zhang Xiaohu's armor shattered, and Qin Tian pierced his chest with a single hand, removing his heart.
"Snap."
Then, Qin Tian squeezed with his right hand, and the heart exploded.
The shrill screams abruptly ceased on the ground.
Even in death, Zhang Xiaohu still fantasized about being a martial immortal, reminiscing about his glorious achievements in his past life.
However, all of this was meaningless now, and it couldn't save his life.
As Zhang Xiaohu's soul and spirit vanished, Qin Tian heard the long-awaited system notification.
"Zhang Xiaohu, the Chosen One of Destiny, has been defeated."
"Ding! Zhang Xiaohu's Destiny Value is 0. Defeated, reward dropped."
"Congratulations, Host, for obtaining Zhang Xiaohu's Destiny Core: True Immortal Reincarnation Blood."
"Congratulations, Host, for defeating Zhang Xiaohu. Reward: Emperor Binding Lock."
"Congratulations, Host, for defeating Zhang Xiaohu. Reward: Immortal Martial Dao."
"Congratulations, Host, for defeating Zhang Xiaohu. Reward: Law God Ring."
"Congratulations, Host, for defeating Zhang Xiaohu. Reward: Immortal Corpse."
"Congratulations, Host, for defeating Zhang Xiaohu. Reward: True Immortal Skin."
"Congratulations, Host, for obtaining 6 million Villain Points."
A series of notifications sounded.
Qin Tian felt a surge of satisfaction.
But what followed was not so pleasant.
"Because the host has taken out an extra loan, this system will deduct a certain amount of villain points. Then, to give the host a better experience, this girl will continue to evolve and transform."
"Breast selection: Big breasts."
"Puss selection: White tiger bun hole."
"Anus selection: As long as it can poop."
Qin Tian: "..."
He felt like his wallet was about to be emptied again.
Suddenly, Yin Yin, who was originally only a few inches tall, shone brightly, and the figure within the light continuously lengthened and grew larger.
Soon, the light subsided, and a stunningly beautiful woman with large breasts appeared before Qin Tian.
Her arms were as white and translucent as lotus roots, her shoulders soft and smooth, her skin full and plump, her complexion as radiant as jade. Her curves were long and elegant, her body full and rounded. Most striking were her two snow-white breasts, those towering, trembling mounds, full and firm, high and firm, displaying the mature and voluptuous charm and allure of a stunningly beautiful woman. The two reddish-purple nipples resembled two large, round grapes, with pink areolas around them, and a deep cleavage between them.
Yin Yin's transformed form was beautiful, with large breasts and a great figure.
But when Qin Tian saw Yin Yin's face, his breath hitched, his eyes widened, and his face showed surprise. He remembered this face; he couldn't forget it.
This face was younger and prettier than he remembered, but the features hadn't changed.
Qin Tian almost cried out in surprise.
"Auntie!!!"