The high-altitude winds of the Douluo Continent whipped into a frenzied, freezing gale, yet they could not penetrate the smooth, aerodynamic barrier of emerald Life Spirit Energy parting the clouds. Zhang Tian tore through the endless expanse of the sky, his trajectory set firmly toward the southern territories of the Star Luo Empire.
He did not fly alone. Held securely against his broad, muscular chest was Zhu Wanyue.
The mature Duchess, a woman of unparalleled, intoxicating allure, had completely abandoned any pretense of noble dignity for this journey. She clung to him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her face buried in the crook of his shoulder. The journey was conducted in profound, heavy silence. There were no spoken words exchanged between them, nor did they bother to gaze out at the sprawling, miniature landscapes passing miles beneath their feet. The only sounds that filled the interior of the protective spiritual barrier were the rapid, ragged gasps of air leaving Zhu Wanyue's lips and the wet, heavy sounds of flesh meeting flesh.
Zhang Tian held her with an intense, possessing intimacy. His left arm securely supported her wide, curvaceous hips, ensuring she did not slip, while his right hand roamed with absolute, uninhibited freedom. He had not bothered to strip her of the dark plum halter top and form-fitting yoga pants she wore, finding the restriction of the fabric highly stimulating. Instead, his large, calloused hand had effortlessly bypassed the neckline of her top.
His long fingers ruthlessly kneaded her massive, heavy left breast, squeezing the soft, overflowing flesh with a demanding, bruising force. He relished the incredible, plush weight of her maturity. His thumb expertly found the stiff, dark pink peak of her areola, pinching and rolling the sensitive flesh between his digits.
"Ahhn... mmmph... Son-in-law... ahhhh!" Zhu Wanyue moaned loudly, her voice echoing continuously within the confined space of the energy shield.
She arched her spine, pressing her bountiful chest deeper into his punishing grasp. Her long legs tangled around his thighs, her hips grinding instinctively against his waist as a deep, liquid heat flooded her core. Zhang Tian's hand slipped lower, tracing the smooth, toned expanse of her midriff. He found the glittering silver chain of her navel piercing, hooking his finger through the metal ring and giving it a sharp, deliberate tug.
The sudden spike of pleasure caused Zhu Wanyue to shriek, her body shuddering violently against him. He enjoyed her sexy, milf body thoroughly, his hands mapping every inch of her flawless curves while they traversed the heavens. He did not care that they were suspended thousands of feet in the air; his dominion over her body was absolute, and he delighted in drawing out her loud, desperate moans for the entirety of their flight.
A full day later, the sprawling, heavily fortified stone walls of Ironcliff City appeared on the horizon.
Ironcliff City was a major, bustling hub situated deep within the northern territories of the Star Luo Empire, renowned for its rich mineral deposits and its affluent, martial-oriented noble houses. Zhang Tian descended rapidly, landing in a secluded, dense patch of forest a few miles outside the city gates to avoid drawing the attention of the local garrison.
He released Zhu Wanyue, allowing her feet to touch the ground. The Duchess stumbled slightly, her legs trembling from hours of intense, uninterrupted arousal. Her dark plum halter top was a wrinkled, disheveled mess, completely failing to contain the heavy, flushed swells of her massive breasts. Her face was painted with a deep, lingering crimson hue, and her dark, feline eyes were hazy with unsatisfied lust.
"Fix your clothing, Mother-in-Law," Zhang Tian commanded smoothly, smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles in his own dark, aristocratic robes. "We are entering the city. You are to conceal your face and act as my maid."
"Yes, Son-in-law," Zhu Wanyue breathed, her hands moving clumsily to adjust her halter top. She pulled a sheer, dark veil from her spatial ring, fastening it securely over the lower half of her face, leaving only her enchanting, feline eyes visible. She channeled her mutated Hell Civet spirit, allowing a faint, oppressive aura of dark spirit power to envelop her curvaceous form.
They walked through the imposing gates of Ironcliff City without issue, blending seamlessly into the affluent crowds.
Their destination was the Golden Peak Pavilion, the most prestigious, highly exclusive real estate establishment in the city, known for brokering the sales of massive estates and luxury mansions to the rising noble houses and wealthy sects.
The interior of the Golden Peak Pavilion was a testament to excessive wealth, lined with polished marble floors, glowing crystal chandeliers, and walls adorned with rare Spirit Beast pelts. As Zhang Tian and Zhu Wanyue entered, a sharply dressed attendant immediately approached them. The attendant's eyes swept over Zhang Tian's unmarked robes, finding no crest or sigil of any recognized noble family, before lingering slightly too long on the breathtaking, heavy curves of Zhu Wanyue.
"Welcome to the Golden Peak Pavilion, honored guests," the attendant greeted, his tone polite but laced with a subtle, evaluating arrogance. "I am Manager Kuang. How may our humble establishment assist you today?"
"I require a secluded, fully furnished mansion within the inner ring of the city," Zhang Tian stated calmly, his icy blue eyes fixed on the manager. "It must be expansive, highly secure, and ready for immediate occupation."
Manager Kuang smiled, a practiced, predatory expression. "We possess several such estates, my Lord. However, with the current, unfortunate tensions building upon the borders, the prices of secure inner-ring properties have surged significantly. May I inquire as to which illustrious faction or noble house you represent? We normally require verification of status for transactions of this magnitude."
"My faction is not of your concern," Zhang Tian replied, his tone chillingly flat. "I am paying with coin, not with a family name."
Manager Kuang's smile tightened. He sensed an opportunity to extort a seemingly wealthy, unaffiliated wanderer. "I am afraid, sir, that without a recognized backing, the Imperial tax levies and the security assurances require a much steeper premium. The estate you desire would cost upwards of five hundred thousand gold coins. And even then, I would need to consult my superiors to see if we can bypass the standard background evaluations."
Zhu Wanyue, standing half a step behind Zhang Tian, narrowed her eyes beneath her veil. She recognized the classic, lowly extortion tactics of the merchant class. They were intentionally erecting bureaucratic walls to gauge his wealth and patience, hoping to bleed him dry.
Zhang Tian did not argue. He did not attempt to negotiate with a greedy insect. He simply decided to firmly, undeniably establish his position on the food chain.
'I should give them a demonstration,' Zhang Tian thought coldly. 'A display of force that will ensure this transaction proceeds flawlessly, and provide a perfectly crafted false trail should the Imperial Family ever investigate this location.'
He subtly activated the profound power housed within his Skull Spirit Bone. The Illusionary Demon Eye flared to life within his spiritual sea. He did not unleash a blast of raw spirit power; instead, he projected a meticulously crafted, terrifyingly realistic illusion directly into the minds of Manager Kuang and every other attendant currently present in the pavilion.
The ambient temperature in the lavish room seemed to plummet instantly.
Manager Kuang gasped, stumbling backward, his eyes wide with sheer, unadulterated terror.
Before him, the unassuming man in dark robes was suddenly engulfed in a raging, abyssal inferno. A colossal, terrifying phantom of a beast materialized behind Zhang Tian. It was a Dark Flame Dragon, a species completely unknown to the annals of the Douluo Continent, radiating an ancient, suffocating pressure of pure, destructive heat and oppressive darkness.
But it was not the majestic, terrifying dragon that broke the manager's spirit. It was the rings slowly, rhythmically rising from beneath Zhang Tian's feet.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.
Nine spirit rings pulsed with overwhelming, blinding radiance. The configuration was the absolute, optimal peak of martial cultivation: two vibrant yellow rings, two deep purple rings, and five heavy, soul-crushing black rings.
"A... A Titled Douluo!" Manager Kuang shrieked, falling to his knees on the polished marble floor, his entire body trembling violently. The other attendants in the pavilion mirrored his collapse, pressing their faces against the ground, paralyzed by the sheer, illusory weight of a Level 90 powerhouse.
"I belong to a hidden sect that predates your fragile empire," Zhang Tian's voice echoed in their minds, magnified by the illusion to sound like the rumbling of a dormant volcano. "I do not like to negotiate with clerks. You will provide the deed to your finest mansion, and you will do so immediately. Do I make myself clear?"
"Y-Yes, Your Eminence! Forgive my insolence! Please, spare my life!" Manager Kuang babbled hysterically, tears streaming down his face as he desperately scrambled toward the secure vault behind the counter.
Within minutes, the terrified manager returned, crawling on his hands and knees, holding a gilded wooden box containing the heavy parchment deeds and the controlling array tokens for a massive, heavily fortified estate located in the most exclusive sector of Ironcliff City.
"The price," Zhang Tian demanded, his voice echoing coldly.
"I-It is yours, Your Eminence! A gift! P-Please, just take it!" the manager sobbed, entirely broken by the mental pressure of the Dark Flame Dragon.
"I do not accept charity," Zhang Tian stated. He waved his hand, and several heavy, leather-bound trunks materialized from his spatial ring, crashing onto the marble floor. They burst open, revealing hundreds of thousands of glittering gold coins. "The transaction is concluded."
Zhang Tian severed the connection to his Illusionary Demon Eye. The terrifying phantom of the Dark Flame Dragon vanished, and the suffocating pressure of the nine spirit rings evaporated instantly.
Manager Kuang and his staff lay on the floor, gasping for air, drenched in cold sweat, utterly convinced they had just narrowly survived an encounter with an ancient, reclusive god of war. If the Star Luo Imperial Family ever investigated the purchase of this mansion, the panicked merchants would vividly, truthfully describe a Titled Douluo of an unknown, hidden sect possessing a Dark Flame Dragon martial spirit. The false trail was planted perfectly.
Zhang Tian picked up the gilded box and turned to leave. Zhu Wanyue followed closely behind him, her feline eyes gleaming with profound awe and deep, dirty arousal. She loved witnessing his effortless, terrifying dominance.
They arrived at the newly purchased mansion. It was a sprawling, magnificent property, surrounded by high stone walls inscribed with defensive arrays. The estate came fully equipped with a staff of servants, all of whom were low-ranking Spirit Masters bound by contract to the property.
Zhang Tian summoned the head butler, a rigid Spirit Grandmaster.
"You must hire additional staff from the city today," Zhang Tian ordered, handing the butler a heavy pouch of gold. "Moreover, you need to thoroughly clean and sanitize every inch of this mansion. Once you are done with that, you must meticulously decorate the grand master bedroom, the primary living room, and the dining halls. I am expecting a very important, highly esteemed guest in a few days. The preparations must be absolutely flawless."
"It shall be done precisely to your specifications, My Lord," the butler bowed deeply, instantly recognizing the commanding authority of his new master.
With the meeting spot perfectly secured and the preparations underway, Zhang Tian did not linger in Ironcliff City. The trap was set; now, they needed to initiate the bait.
He took Zhu Wanyue into his arms once more, wrapping the aerodynamic barrier of Life Spirit Energy around them, and took to the sky. Their destination was the very heart of the enemy territory: Star Luo City.
The flight was swift, and they arrived at the sprawling, heavily militarized capital of the Star Luo Empire under the cover of the dense night sky. Zhang Tian utilized his profound mastery over spiritual resonance to completely conceal their auras, slipping past the elite aerial patrols and the towering anti-air spirit arrays that guarded the city.
They descended silently into the sprawling, luxurious compound of the Zhu Family Dukedom.
The Dukedom was quiet, the guards patrolling the outer perimeter with practiced, disciplined routes. Zhang Tian and Zhu Wanyue landed softly within the secluded, heavily overgrown inner garden that connected directly to Zhu Wanyue's personal, restricted cultivation chambers.
For the past many months, the entire household, including her husband, Duke Zhu Zhenhong, and all the elite guards and servants, had lived under a subtle, unbreakable cognitive illusion. Zhang Tian had woven this illusion using the network of Blood Silver Grass he had planted throughout the estate during his previous visit. The illusion simply reinforced the absolute belief that the Duchess was currently undertaking a highly critical, closed-door cultivation retreat and could not be disturbed under any circumstances.
Standing in the shadows of the garden, Zhang Tian extended his vast Mental Force. He connected with the dormant root systems of the Blood Silver Grass.
'I should release the mental lock now,' Zhang Tian thought, precisely manipulating the spiritual frequencies. 'The transition must appear entirely natural.'
He seamlessly deactivated the illusionary barrier surrounding her chambers. The mental block that had prevented the household from perceiving her absence evaporated like mist.
Zhang Tian turned to Zhu Wanyue. He reached into his robes and pulled out a standard, high-quality guard uniform bearing the crest of the Zhu Family. He quickly slipped the armor on, pulling the dark visor of the helmet down to conceal his face, perfectly adopting the rigid, silent posture of a trusted personal guardsman.
"Go inside, Wanyue," Zhang Tian instructed softly, his voice muffled by the helm. "Bathe, change into your formal attire, and prepare to emerge from your 'seclusion'. Remember, you must suppress your cultivation."
When Zhang Tian had originally abducted her, Zhu Wanyue was a formidable Level 82 Spirit Douluo. However, after months of absorbing his incredibly potent vital essence, eating rare spiritual herbs, and cultivating in the incredibly rich environment of his mansion, her strength had skyrocketed to Level 87. It was an impossible, heaven-defying leap in such a short period.
"I understand, Son-in-law," Zhu Wanyue nodded, her feline eyes gleaming with excitement at the deception. "I will only display the spiritual resonance of a Level 84 Spirit Douluo. A two-level increase is exceptional, but plausible for a profound, months-long retreat."
She slipped into her chambers. An hour later, the heavy oak doors of her private pavilion creaked open.
Zhu Wanyue stepped out into the morning light. She looked breathtaking. She wore an elegant, sweeping gown of dark violet silk that accentuated her wide, birthing hips and her massive, heavy breasts, projecting the absolute, regal authority of the Duchess of the Zhu Family.
"Summon the Duke and inform him that my seclusion has come to an end," Zhu Wanyue called out, her voice ringing clearly across the courtyard.
The effect was immediate. The servants and guards, their minds freed from the subtle illusion, reacted with joyous surprise. Word spread rapidly through the sprawling mansion.
Within minutes, Duke Zhu Zhenhong arrived at the courtyard.
The Duke was a man of impressive stature, possessing the sharp, handsome features characteristic of the Zhu bloodline. He was a powerful Spirit Douluo himself, his aura commanding and fierce. Yet, beneath the polished exterior of the seasoned nobleman, Zhang Tian—watching silently from his position near the doorway in his guard uniform—could easily detect the subtle, underlying scent of hesitation and soft living.
"Wanyue!" Duke Zhu Zhenhong exclaimed, stepping forward with a wide, welcoming smile. He reached out to embrace her.
Zhu Wanyue allowed the embrace, but her posture was noticeably stiff, her response entirely devoid of any genuine warmth. She offered a polite, incredibly cold smile, patting his shoulder briefly before stepping back to maintain her distance. Having experienced the raw, terrifying, and utterly dominating power of Zhang Tian, the touch of her actual husband felt weak, pathetic, and entirely unfulfilling.
"You have finally emerged," Zhu Zhenhong said, ignoring the cold reception, his eyes sweeping over her form. He sensed the distinct, elevated fluctuation of her spirit power. His eyes widened in genuine astonishment. "By the heavens... your Spirit Power. You have broken through twice? You are at the level 84 Spirit Power?"
"The seclusion was highly successful, Zhenhong," Zhu Wanyue replied evenly, her tone aristocratic and detached. "I found a moment of profound clarity regarding my Hell Civet spirit and it led to a natural increase in my Spirit Power."
"This is incredible news. Simply incredible!" Zhu Zhenhong praised her loudly, his face flushing with excitement. "Your timing could not be more perfect, my dear. The empire is on the precipice of a monumental shift."
He lowered his voice, stepping closer, assuming a tone of grave, military secrecy. "We are going to war, Wanyue. A total, continental war against the Heaven Dou Empire and the Spirit Hall. Emperor Dai Tianxiong has issued the mobilization edicts. The entire military is in motion."
Zhu Wanyue feigned mild surprise, her feline eyes widening slightly. "War? Has the situation truly deteriorated to such an extreme measure?"
"It is not a deterioration; it is an opportunity," Zhu Zhenhong corrected, pacing the courtyard, his hands clasped behind his back. "The elders of the Clear Sky Sect have returned. Senior Tang Chen himself would be leading the charge personally. We possess an overwhelming advantage in Titled Douluos. Victory is an absolute certainty."
He turned back to her, a serious, expectant look on his face. "Because of your cultivation and also how you are one of the fastest Agility-Type Spirit Masters in our Star Luo Empire... In the high council meetings, it was heavily suggested that you might be assigned a highly critical position in this war. You are expected to lead a specialized strike force consisting entirely of our most elite Agility Type Spirit Masters to systematically dismantle the Heaven Dou Empire's supply lines on the eastern border."
Zhu Wanyue's expression hardened. She walked over to a stone bench and sat down gracefully, crossing her long legs.
"I have no desire to participate in this war, Zhenhong," Zhu Wanyue stated coldly, her voice carrying a tone of absolute refusal. "I have just spent months in grueling, secluded meditation. My foundation requires time to solidify. I will not march to the borders to risk my life in a pointless slaughter. I ask that you go to the Imperial Palace, apologize to His Majesty Emperor Dai Tianxiong on my behalf, and have this important task assigned to some other, more eager Spirit Master."
Zhu Zhenhong froze, his jaw dropping in sheer disbelief. A deep, angry red flush rapidly crept up his neck.
"You... you wish to refuse the Emperor's order?" Zhu Zhenhong sputtered, his hands clenching into fists. "Are you mad, Wanyue? This is not a request! This is a mobilization order!"
He stepped closer, his voice dropping into a harsh, furious hiss. "Do you not understand the political ramifications of your refusal? If I go to the Emperor and tell him my wife is too tired or refuses to fight for the Empire, he will view it as a gross dereliction of duty from the Zhu Family! He will undoubtedly order me to take up that exact same position! He will force me to lead that vanguard strike force onto the bloodiest frontlines!"
Zhang Tian, standing perfectly still in his guard disguise, analyzed the Duke's reaction with profound amusement. 'So, that is the root of his anger,' Zhang Tian thought, a mocking sneer hidden beneath his visor. 'He is not furious out of patriotic duty or familial honor. He is furious because he is a coward. He desperately wants to remain safely stationed with the reserve forces, surrounded by other powerful Spirit Masters, far away from the lethal blades of the Heaven Dou Vanguard. He wants his wife to bleed in his stead.'
"I do not care about your political standing at court, Zhenhong," Zhu Wanyue replied, her voice dripping with open, unabashed disdain. She picked up a delicate jade teacup from a nearby tray, inspecting it casually. "I am not going. Deal with the consequences yourself."
"You will do as you are commanded!" Zhu Zhenhong roared, his Spirit Douluo aura flaring violently, cracking the stone tiles beneath his boots. "You are my wife, and you are a vassal of the Star Luo Empire! You will lead that force, Wanyue, even if I have to drag you to the border myself! Think it through very carefully!"
Zhu Zhenhong glared at her for a long, furious moment, waiting for her to submit. When she merely took a slow, elegant sip of her tea, entirely unfazed by his outburst, he spun on his heel and stormed out of the courtyard, his heavy boots echoing angrily against the stone.
Zhu Wanyue watched him leave, letting out a soft, mocking snort of pure disdain. "Pathetic," she murmured softly.
Once the courtyard was completely empty, Zhang Tian stepped away from the doorway. He reached up, casually removing the dark guard helmet, revealing his handsome features and icy blue eyes.
"You played your part flawlessly, Wanyue," Zhang Tian praised her, walking over to the stone bench.
"He is so incredibly weak, Son-in-law," Zhu Wanyue sighed, leaning her head against Zhang Tian's arm as he sat beside her. "I cannot believe I ever thought of him as a worthy man. Thank you for showing me what true power of a real man feels like."
Zhang Tian chuckled, his hand dropping to rest heavily upon her plush, curvy thigh. "Do not worry about his empty threats. You will not be marching to any border."
While they sat in the quiet garden, Zhang Tian did not remain idle. He closed his eyes, expanding his vast, Limit Douluo-tier Mental Force. He sent his consciousness delving deep into the earth, actively communicating with the millions of roots, vines, and blades of grass spread across the Star Luo Empire. The plant life acted as his omnipresent, living surveillance network.
Images and sensory information flooded into his spiritual sea. He rapidly processed the current, highly dynamic situation unfolding within the enemy nation.
'The mobilization is massive,' Zhang Tian noted internally, observing the chaotic movement of troops and supplies. 'The entire Clear Sky Sect is on the move. Every significant noble family and affiliated sect within the Star Luo Empire has completely mobilized their standing armies for this war.'
He shifted his focus toward the capital. 'From these distinct, overwhelming auras of the Sea God Island experts, it seems only five of the Seven Pillars have arrived on the mainland. If I include the High Priestess, Bo Saixi, that makes six Titled Douluos from the island. They must have left two behind to guard their Sea God Island.'
He tracked the movements of the enemy leadership. 'Tang Chen, Tang Hao, and Bo Saixi are currently spread all across the Empire and meeting with different factions seemingly. They are likely coordinating with the Patriarchs of the different sects and the heads of the noble families and are most likely planning their strike routes, aiming to exploit the geographical weaknesses of the Heaven Dou Empire borders.'
As his consciousness swept across the empire, a specific, highly unusual aura caught his attention. He focused his mental gaze on a remote, rugged coastal region far away from the bustling military encampments.
'Tang San,' Zhang Tian identified the signature immediately.
He was genuinely surprised. Tang San was not in the capital with his father and great-grandfather. He appeared to be roaming the desolate coastlines entirely alone. In his hands, he carried a massive, gleaming golden weapon that radiated an aura of pure, suffocating divine authority. The Sea God Trident.
Zhang Tian probed deeper, analyzing the spiritual resonance of the young genius.
'His martial spirit had evolved again…Was it the Sea God Trials that made his spirit reach this evolved form of that Deathly Sea Vine?,' Zhang Tian observed, extracting the sensory memories from the ancient coastal trees. 'But something is different. His foundation or even his Spirit Rings appear different.'
Zhang Tian focused on the spirit rings circulating around the Deathly Sea Emperor Vine. His icy blue eyes narrowed in genuine astonishment beneath his closed eyelids.
'His first spirit ring... it is no longer the spirit ring from the Datura Snake,' Zhang Tian realized, analyzing the deep, fathomless black energy pulsing from the primary slot. 'He has actually replaced his very first Spirit Ring. It is now a powerful, fifty-thousand-year-old Spirit Beast ring that contains a potent, highly destructive fusion of the death attribute and the water attribute from the deep ocean.'
'To think that Tang San can forcefully extract and replace his first few spirit rings without crippling his meridians,' Zhang Tian mused, deeply startled by the revelation. 'I wonder if this was a secret, divine method taught directly by the Sea God's consciousness? It is the only logical explanation.'
It appeared as though Tang San was systematically purging his weaker foundation, preparing to become an entity of absolute, flawless perfection. He was going to become even stronger than Zhang Tian had initially calculated.
But despite this great, impending threat of Tang San growing exponentially stronger, Zhang Tian didn't care all that much. A cold, dismissive smirk touched his lips.
'This is only natural,' Zhang Tian reasoned pragmatically. 'The Asura God and the Sea God are both fiercely invested in him. They will ensure that Tang San possesses the absolute best possible foundation and peerless strength. After all, they intend to pass down both of their God Positions to him, creating a single, unprecedented deity wielding Dual God Positions. Tang San naturally has to be exceptionally, flawlessly strong to bear that pressure. It changes nothing. I must still crush him.'
Zhang Tian severed the connection with the plant network, opening his eyes to find Zhu Wanyue looking up at him curiously.
"Is something wrong, Son-in-law?" Zhu Wanyue asked softly.
"Nothing of consequence," Zhang Tian smiled, pulling her onto his lap. "We have a week to kill before your sister arrives for her appointment. We should make the most of it."
For the entirety of the next week, Zhu Wanyue actively showed more of her beautiful face throughout the bustling markets of Star Luo City. Under the pretext of acquiring supplies for her continued cultivation, she utilized the vast, seemingly bottomless treasury of the Zhu Family Dukedom to purchase massive quantities of exceedingly rare metal ores and intricate spiritual conductive materials for Zhang Tian. Many of these specific, high-tier ores were found exclusively within the deep southern mines and were quite rare to find in the Heaven Dou Empire. Zhang Tian was thoroughly enjoying a highly profitable shopping spree through his devoted proxy.
But the shopping was merely a front for their true activities.
Zhang Tian fucked Zhu Wanyue relentlessly throughout the week, choosing all sorts of highly dangerous, extremely public locations that would undoubtedly cause a massive, scandalous commotion if the Duchess of the Zhu Family was ever caught.
He took her from behind in the opulent, velvet-lined VIP viewing box of the city's largest auction house while a fierce bidding war raged on the floor below. He even bent her over the polished wooden table in her private carriage as they rode through the crowded, bustling streets of the capital in broad daylight.
Zhu Wanyue didn't care about the risk in the slightest. The sheer, terrifying thrill of nearly being caught only fueled her intense, dirty arousal, making her climax harder and faster. She enjoyed every brutal, degrading session thoroughly, whimpering and moaning loudly into his chest as he stretched her wet pussy.
Zhang Tian effortlessly utilized his vast, Limit Douluo-tier mental force to erect subtle, impenetrable sensory barriers around them during their sexual escapades, ensuring that their loud, slapping unions remained completely under wraps. No one in the city, not even the patrolling Spirit Saints or Spirit Douluo, ever suspected that the dignified Duchess was being ruthlessly ravaged by their enemy right under their noses.
Just like that, the week passed by in a blur of acquired resources and intense, carnal debauchery.
Finally, the day of the highly anticipated appointment with Empress Zhu Leihua arrived.
Zhang Tian took Zhu Wanyue's seductive body securely in his arms. He wrapped the aerodynamic barrier of Life Spirit Energy around them and flew swiftly, silently out of the capital, heading directly toward Ironcliff City.
They landed within the private, walled courtyard of the massive, beautifully decorated mansion he had purchased.
"Send the message, Wanyue," Zhang Tian instructed, stepping into the shadows of the grand foyer. "Tell her to come to the mansion immediately."
Zhu Wanyue nodded eagerly. She pulled out her Communication Spirit Tool and transmitted the exact, highly secure coordinates to her elder sister.
Nearly half a day later, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in deep hues of orange and purple, the heavy iron gates of the mansion groaned open.
A sleek, heavily armored royal carriage, entirely devoid of any identifying Imperial crests, rolled smoothly into the courtyard. It was accompanied by a small, elite contingent of trustworthy personal guards and seasoned maids.
Zhu Wanyue stepped out of the grand entrance to meet her dear elder sister, a warm, welcoming smile plastered flawlessly across her face. Zhang Tian followed closely behind her, dressed once again in the unassuming, dark armor of a personal guardsman, a heavy visor concealing his features.
The carriage door opened, and Empress Zhu Leihua stepped down.
Beneath the visor, a very great, highly appreciative smile spread across Zhang Tian's face. The Empress certainly was incredibly beautiful, just exactly as Zhu Wanyue had claimed.
Zhu Leihua possessed the classic, devastatingly seductive features of the Zhu bloodline, but her aura carried the heavy, undeniable majesty of a ruler. She wore a stunning, high-collared gown of deep gold and black silk that hugged her statuesque figure flawlessly. Her massive, heavy breasts pushed proudly against the fabric, her waist was impossibly slender, and her wide, birthing hips flared out with captivating grace. Her dark hair was pinned up in an elegant, complex style, adorned with subtle, yet priceless jade hairpins.
"Wanyue," Empress Zhu Leihua greeted warmly, stepping forward to embrace her younger sister. "It has been far too long."
"It is wonderful to see you, Sister," Zhu Wanyue smiled, returning the embrace before gesturing toward the grand doors. "Please, come inside. We have much to catch up on, and the walls have fewer ears here."
Zhu Leihua nodded, signaling for her personal guards and maids to follow as they entered the opulent mansion.
They moved into the grand, beautifully decorated living room. Zhu Wanyue invited her elder sister to sit upon a plush velvet sofa. The two women engaged in light, casual conversation for several minutes, catching up on the various, mundane rumors of the noble courts and the shifting political landscape, acting as though they were simply two sisters sharing a quiet evening.
Soon, Zhu Wanyue leaned forward, her expression turning serious and conspiratorial. She reached into her bosom, her fingers brushing against her deep cleavage, and pulled out a beautifully crafted, glowing silver pendant.
"Sister, this is the Defensive Spirit Tool. It possesses the incredible ability to completely block multiple, direct strikes even from a Titled Douluo," Zhu Wanyue whispered, her feline eyes wide with feigned concern. "It can definitely save your life on the battlefield."
She handed the glowing pendant to Zhu Leihua.
Empress Zhu Leihua took the artifact carefully, her dark eyes admiring the intricate, flawless craftsmanship of the glowing runes. She could feel the dense, protective spiritual resonance humming within the silver metal.
"This is a priceless treasure, Wanyue," Zhu Leihua breathed, genuinely touched by the gesture. She looked up, offering her younger sister a warm, grateful smile. "Thank you. Your concern for my safety means the world to me."
"Do not mention it, Sister. We are blood," Zhu Wanyue waived off her thanks with an elegant flick of her wrist. "Now, please, come into the dining hall. I had the servants prepare a grand feast for us. It is all your favorite food from when we were young, before the burdens of the empire fell upon your shoulders."
Zhu Leihua smiled fondly at the memory, standing up to follow her sister.
They entered the expansive dining hall. The long, polished mahogany table was already laden with an incredible spread of steaming, aromatic dishes, roasted meats, and delicate pastries.
"Please, sit," Zhu Wanyue offered, gesturing to the head of the table. She then turned to her own servants, waving her hand casually. "Pass the prepared food to my sister's maids and guards in the adjoining hall. They have traveled far and must be hungry as well."
The servants bowed and swiftly carried several large trays of food out to the royal entourage waiting in the next room.
Soon, the two sisters began to eat, sharing a vintage bottle of sweet, rich red wine.
As Zhu Leihua delicately took a bite of roasted duck, chewing slowly, she suddenly paused. A few minutes later, she blinked her dark eyes rapidly. She found her eyelids becoming incredibly, unnaturally heavy. The opulent dining hall began to spin lazily around her.
"Wanyue..." Zhu Leihua mumbled, her words slurring heavily as she tried to stand up, her hand knocking over her crystal wine goblet. "I feel... strange..."
She didn't manage to take a single step before her knees buckled. She collapsed forward onto the polished table, completely losing her consciousness. In the adjoining hall, the heavy thuds of armored bodies hitting the floor signaled that her guards and her maids had suffered the exact same fate.
Stepping out from the heavy shadows near the doorway, Zhang Tian finally pulled off his stifling guard helmet and tossed it casually to the floor. There was no point in wasting time. Tapping into his Mental Force, he let the power of his Illusionary Demon Eye wash over the adjoining hall. His consciousness slipped right past the physical walls, easily sinking into the minds of the unconscious guards and maids sprawled across the floor.
He got to work on their memories, smoothing out the rough edges like a sculptor fixing clay. First things first: Zhu Wanyue. He combed through their recent recollections and scrubbed her entirely out of the picture. As far as any of them would know, she had never even been a part of this expedition.
'Better give them a solid cover story to wake up to,' he mused, weaving the new narrative directly into their spiritual seas. 'Something believable. Let's go with a clandestine business meeting. They brought the Empress out here to negotiate a highly lucrative, off-the-books deal with an anonymous, hidden sect.'
He layered in the dramatic elements next, making sure it felt real enough to genuinely terrify them upon waking up. 'They need to believe this fake sect had some serious firepower. Let's give them a few Titled Douluos. The boss of this mysterious faction took one look at the Empress and decided he wanted to keep her. Naturally, she played the righteous ruler and shot him down. After that, it was just a matter of the sect's Titled Douluo knocking out the guards and snatching her away to be his captive prize.'
It was a decent script, but it needed a little insurance policy to keep the Imperial Family from doing something stupid. Zhang Tian focused on the snoring Captain of the Guard, deciding to plant a very specific, deeply humiliating warning directly into his brain.
'This guy is going to wake up remembering a very clear threat from our imaginary sect leader,' Zhang Tian thought, amused by the sheer audacity of the lie. 'He'll remember being told that the Empire better keep this whole kidnapping quiet. If Emperor Dai Tianxiong tries to save face by secretly replacing the Empress with a lookalike or a new consort... well, the sect will just leak the truth to the public. We'll let the whole continent know that his precious wife was dragged off to be the personal entertainment for a bunch of rogue cultivators. That should effectively paralyze the Emperor. No man wants to go down in history as the continent's biggest cuckold.'
It was a beautifully toxic piece of psychological blackmail. Satisfied with his handiwork, Zhang Tian cut the mental connection and strolled over to the dining table. Empress Zhu Leihua was still completely out cold. Without much effort, he scooped up her surprisingly heavy, curvaceous frame and hoisted her comfortably over his broad shoulder like a sack of incredibly valuable potatoes.
Freeing up his other arm, he reached out and grabbed Zhu Wanyue by the waist, pulling her flush against his side.
"Looks like we're done here, Mother-in-Law," he said, a dark smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Calling upon his Spirit Power, he generated a sleek, aerodynamic barrier that quickly enveloped the three of them. Without looking back, he launched himself through the mansion's tall windows, shattering out into the night sky. He angled himself upward, flying straight toward the security of his stronghold in the Frostfall Province, taking the beautiful spoil of war right back to his own bed.
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