The Phantom Fog Forest was a graveyard of the careless. Thick, gray mist swirled around the ancient trees, concealing bottomless pits and carnivorous vines.
Feng Wuya walked through the fog untouched, his Golden Core aura acting as a forcefield that repelled the dampness. Behind him walked Jiang Li, alert and silent, her hand resting on her daggers. Beside her stumbled Xue'er, the Fox Slave.
Xue'er was dressed in a collar of black iron and a leash, which Jiang Li held. She wore nothing but a flimsy, translucent veil that Feng Wuya had thrown over her, leaving her tails and the curves of her body visible to the specters of the forest.
"We are here," Feng Wuya announced, stopping before a massive cliff face covered in moss.
He turned to Xue'er. "Open it."
Xue'er trembled, looking at the ominous stone. She could feel the calling of her blood—her ancestors were buried here. "Master... this is holy ground... the resting place of the Nine-Tailed Empress..."
"It is a loot box," Feng Wuya corrected coldly. "And you are the key. Bleed for me."
Jiang Li stepped forward, drawing a dagger. She grabbed Xue'er's delicate wrist and slashed.
"Ah!" Xue'er cried out as bright red blood welled up.
Jiang Li pressed the bleeding wrist against the stone. The blood hissed, soaking into the rock. The ancient runes glowed crimson. With a grinding roar that shook the earth, the cliff face split open, revealing a dark, spiraling staircase descending into the earth.
"Good pet," Feng Wuya smirked, healing Xue'er's wrist with a casual wave of Qi. "Let's go meet your Grandma."
The main burial chamber was a cathedral of crystal and ice. The air was frozen, preserving the silence of ten thousand years.
In the center of the chamber, suspended above a lake of liquid mercury, floated a coffin made of Transparent Divine Crystal.
Feng Wuya flew across the mercury lake, landing on the central platform. He looked down into the coffin.
Lying inside was a woman who made Xue'er look like a pale imitation.
The Nine-Tailed Empress, Su Daji.
She appeared to be sleeping. Her beauty was aggressive, tyrannical. She possessed the face of a kingdom-toppling calamity. Her hair was a waterfall of silver that spread out around her like a halo. Her skin was not pale, but a healthy, glowing cream color, radiating vitality despite her slumber.
She wore regal robes of gold and white, cut low to reveal a cleavage so deep and heavy it defied gravity. Her figure was lush, ripe, and overpowering—a true matriarch. Where Xue'er was a petite willow, this woman was a towering mountain of feminine power.
"A Peak Nascent Soul body," Feng Wuya analyzed, his eyes gleaming. "Preserved by the Time-Freezing Array. Her soul is dormant, waiting for a compatible heir to awaken her."
That heir was supposed to be Ye Chen. The Empress would have awakened, taught him supreme arts, and perhaps even reshaped her body to join his harem later.
"Wakey, wakey," Feng Wuya whispered.
He didn't use a gentle awakening technique. He slammed his palm onto the coffin lid, channeling his Golden Core energy mixed with the chaotic, dark Qi of the Sovereign Yin-Yang Joyous Union Scripture.
CRACK.
The crystal shattered.
The woman's eyes snapped open. They were gold—vertical slits of burning, ancient power.
A terrifying pressure exploded from the coffin.
"WHO DARES DISTURB THIS EMPRESS?!"
Her voice was a sonic boom. She levitated upright, the golden robes swirling around her. She looked down at Feng Wuya with imperious disdain.
"A human male? And a mere Golden Core junior?" Her gaze shifted to Xue'er, cowering on the edge of the platform. "And a descendant of my blood... enslaved? wearing a collar?"
Her face twisted in divine fury. The temperature in the room dropped to absolute zero.
"You court death!" The Empress raised her hand. A massive claw of white spirit energy manifested, ready to crush Feng Wuya into paste.
Feng Wuya didn't flinch. He smiled, reaching into his spatial ring.
"You've been asleep a long time, old hag. You don't know the new rules."
He crushed a small vial in his hand.
[Item Used: Aphrodisiac of the Fallen Immortal.] [Rank: Forbidden / Heaven Grade.] [Effect: Instantly corrupts the target's Qi, turning spiritual power into pure libido. Works on Spirit Bodies and Soul Remnants.]
A cloud of pink, sweet-smelling dust exploded outward, enveloping the Empress before she could strike.
"Poison?" She scoffed, inhaling it. "My body is impervious to all mortal toxin—"
She froze.
The giant spirit claw dissolved into mist.
Her golden eyes widened, the pupils dilating until they swallowed the gold. A flush of unnatural, violent pink rushed up her neck. Her legs, floating in the air, suddenly clamped together.
"What... what is this heat?" She gasped, clutching her chest. Her voice lost its imperial thunder, replaced by a trembling, breathy quality.
The drug was absolute. It didn't just stimulate the body; it rewrote the soul's directives. It turned dignity into desperation.
The Empress fell from the air, crashing onto the crystal platform. She tried to stand, but her knees gave way. She was panting heavily, sweat instantly beading on her forehead.
"Hot... so hot..." She tore at her golden collar. "My cultivation... it's turning into fire... in my womb..."
Feng Wuya walked over to her. He towered over the fallen goddess.
"Impervious, were you?" He mocked.
He grabbed the front of her regal robes and ripped.
RIIIIIIP.
The sound of priceless divine silk tearing echoed through the tomb.
The Empress was exposed. Underneath the heavy robes, she wore nothing.
Her body was a masterpiece of mature perfection. Her breasts were gargantuan—heavy, soft, and swaying with every breath. They were tipped with nipples the color of dark wine, large and bumpy, already weeping clear fluid from the intensity of the drug. Her stomach was soft and curved, a sign of fertility. Her hips were wide enough to birth an army.
Between her legs, a thick bush of silver hair guarded her entrance. But the scent coming from it was overwhelming—a musk so potent it made the air thick.
"You..." The Empress looked up at him. Her face was a mask of confusion and lust. She wanted to kill him, but her body was screaming to be filled. "What... did you do to me?"
"I made you honest," Feng Wuya said.
He shed his own robes. His weapon, hardened by the sight of a fallen goddess, was ready.
"You are supposed to be a teacher, aren't you? A guide for the young hero?"
He stepped between her legs, forcing her thighs apart. They were thick, powerful thighs that resisted for a second before the drug forced them to relax.
"Today, you're going to teach me," Feng Wuya growled. "Teach me how a goddess screams."
"No... I am the Empress... I cannot be defiled by a..."
She trailed off as he slapped his cock against her cheek. Thwack.
"Suck it."
The command bypassed her logic and went straight to the corrupted center of her brain. Her mouth watered uncontrollably.
"I... I shouldn't..."
Feng Wuya grabbed her silver hair and pulled her head back. He didn't wait for permission. He thrust his hips forward, jamming the head of his cock past her lips.
"Mmph!"
She gagged, her eyes rolling back. It was an invasion. A desecration. But the texture, the heat, the pulse of his Yang energy—it was exactly what the drug demanded.
The Empress of the Fox Race, a being who had slaughtered armies, began to suck. Clumsily at first, then with a desperate, animalistic hunger. She hummed in her throat, her hands coming up to grip his thighs, her sharp nails digging into his skin.
Feng Wuya looked at Xue'er, who was watching from the corner, terrified and aroused.
"Come here, Xue'er," he ordered, his voice distorted by pleasure.
Xue'er crawled over.
"Look at your Ancestor," Feng Wuya sneered. "Look at the great Empress sucking your Master's cock like a cheap whore."
"Yes... Master..." Xue'er whimpered, staring at the unbelievable sight.
Feng Wuya pulled out of the Empress's mouth. A strand of divine saliva connected them.
"Flip her over," he ordered Xue'er.
Xue'er hesitated, then obeyed. She grabbed her Ancestor's shoulders and pushed. The Empress, drugged and pliable, allowed herself to be maneuvered onto her hands and knees.
She presented her backside. It was truly majestic. Her buttocks were massive, white, and trembling. The silver bush between her legs was soaked, dripping a nectar that smelled of ancient flowers.
Feng Wuya spat on his hand and rubbed it roughly over her entrance. She hissed, her back arching.
"This is for Ye Chen," Feng Wuya whispered into the empty air. "This was supposed to be his guardian angel."
He lined up and drove forward.
SCHLICK.
"GAAAAAAAAH!"
The Empress let out a scream that shook the dust from the ceiling.
She wasn't tight like a virgin; she was gripping. Her internal muscles were powerful, refined by millennia of cultivation. They wrapped around him like a living creature, milking him, squeezing him, trying to drag him deeper.
"Holy shit," Feng Wuya grunted, the sensation nearly overwhelmed him. It felt like fucking a hurricane.
He grabbed her waist—his hands barely able to span it—and began to pound.
BAM. BAM. BAM.
The impact was violent. Her heavy breasts swung wildly beneath her, slapping against the crystal floor. Her silver hair flew in a frenzy.
"More! More! Break me!" The Empress screamed, her dignity completely shattered. "Fill the Empress! Use my womb! I need it! I need the Yang!"
The drug had converted her cultivation base into a vacuum for semen. She pushed back against him, grinding her ass onto his groin, desperate for friction.
"Xue'er!" Feng Wuya barked, sweat dripping from his nose. "Get under her! Face her!"
Xue'er scrambled underneath the Empress's heaving chest. She looked up into the face of her ancestor.
"Kiss her," Feng Wuya commanded.
Xue'er reached up. The Empress looked down, her eyes hazy. She saw the girl, saw the fresh youth.
They kissed. A sloppy, desperate kiss between the Ancestor and the descendant, while the Villain ravaged the Ancestor from behind.
It was a tableau of absolute moral ruin.
Feng Wuya watched them—the two generations of fox women, entangled and debased for his amusement. The Eye of Sin flashed rapidly.
[Cultivation Resonance Detected.] [Harvesting Ancient Yin Essence.] [Target: Empress Su Daji. Resistance: 0%. corruption: 100%.]
He felt the climax rising. The sheer quality of the Empress's body was dragging the essence out of him.
"I'm owning you," Feng Wuya roared. "You are not a Goddess anymore. You are mine!"
He released Xue'er's leash and grabbed the Empress's heavy breasts, squeezing them until his fingers left bruises.
He slammed into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt.
"RECEIVE MY SEED!"
He erupted.
It was a deluge. The golden essence of his core, mixed with the stolen destiny of the protagonist, flooded into the Empress.
"NNNNGGGGYAAAAAA!"
The Empress threw her head back, breaking the kiss with Xue'er. Her entire body lit up with golden light. The semen didn't just fill her womb; it fused with her dormant soul, branding her.
She convulsed for a full minute, her vaginal walls spasming around him, milking him dry.
Finally, she collapsed. She fell forward onto Xue'er, crushing the smaller girl under her soft bulk. They lay there in a pile of limbs, sweat, and fluids.
[Ding! Conquest Complete.] [Target: Nine-Tailed Empress (Su Daji). Status: Corrupted/Refined.] [Item Obtained: The Fox God's Heart (Her devotion).] [Protagonist's Golden Finger Stolen.] [Destiny Points +5000.]
Feng Wuya pulled out, panting. He felt drained but incredibly powerful. His cultivation had nudged forward again, stabilizing his Golden Core.
The Empress stirred. She pushed herself up slowly. The drug was fading, but the Brand was permanent.
She looked at Feng Wuya. The imperious anger was gone. In its place was a complicated look—shame, awe, and a deep-seated submission.
She shifted her body, bowing her head until her silver hair touched his feet.
"Master..." she whispered, her voice husky and broken. "This servant... Su Daji... greets you."
Feng Wuya laughed. He reached down and cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"Get dressed, Daji. We have a lot of work to do. And..." He glanced at the frightened Xue'er. "Teach your granddaughter how to properly serve. She's still too tight."
"Yes, Master," Daji replied, lowering her eyes obediently. "I will train her well."
Feng Wuya turned to leave the tomb. He had the Assassin, the Alchemist, the Noble Fiancée, the Fox Slave, and now, the Divine Teacher.
Ye Chen had nothing.
"System," Feng Wuya thought as he walked up the stairs. "Show me the next event."
[Next Event: The Sect Tournament.] [Note: Ye Chen will attempt to challenge you for the position of Core Disciple.]
Feng Wuya grinned.
"Let him come. I'll have a front-row seat for his despair."