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Spirit Blossom Orb, Flames of Passion
Mu Zi Yin's eyes were tightly shut, her long, alluring lashes trembling, cheeks flushed like ripe peaches, lips parted, her breath fragrant as orchids, radiating irresistible charm.
Her heart burned with shame, helpless under Lan An's teasing before her disciple.
Yet, inexplicably, no disgust arose—only a thrilling, inexplicable pleasure.
"Am I a wanton woman?" she cursed herself inwardly.
It wasn't her fault. At the peak of her maturity, Mu Zi Yin's desires were intense, yet her past marriage offered only perfunctory intimacy, never true ecstasy. Lan An's previous touch had awakened her body's sensitivity, and now, mere spanks on her full curves had left her core drenched.
Gazing at her captivating allure, Lan An couldn't resist praising: "Loan, isn't Tử Âm stunning? Truly my treasure."
"Master is breathtaking," Li Zhu Luan murmured, awed by Mu Zi Yin's seasoned beauty, envying her ability to ensnare any man.
"Hear that, Tử Âm? Bare before your disciple, about to be cherished. Excited?" Lan An's fingers teased her slick folds, his words stoking her desire.
"Beast!" Mu Zi Yin snapped, glaring, unable to hold back.
"Mmm!" Lan An pressed himself atop her, sealing her lush lips with his.
She could only moan in her throat, hands straining to push him away but bound by the Spirit Blossom Orb's space, forced to endure his tongue's invasion, plundering her sweet essence.
Unsated, Lan An's hand climbed her voluptuous peaks, kneading her soft, full breasts into countless shapes, while another parted her wet petals, his finger exploring her exquisite depths.
"Oh, mmm, hmph!" Mu Zi Yin's nectar surged like a spring, her most sensitive spots overwhelmed, the thrill of her disciple's gaze pushing her to climax.
Her essence gushed.
Lan An withdrew his soaked hand, gazing at her flushed face, still tinged with desire. "Feel good, darling?" he teased, circling her hardened nipple.
Still reeling, Mu Zi Yin, climaxing without penetration, wanted to vanish from shame, turning her face away.
Li Zhu Luan, watching, was already aroused, her breathing heavy. Seeing her beloved with her master stirred no jealousy—only a strange warmth, a desire to witness more.
Lan An rose, pulling Li Zhu Luan's soft arm, kissing her smooth forehead, stroking her silky hair, whispering with a wicked grin: "Feeling needy, love?"
"You… rogue!" Li Zhu Luan blushed, her delicate fist tapping his chest, stomping in mock anger.
"Today, be my woman?" Lan An held her waist, their eyes locked, his voice earnest.
"I… what about Master?" Li Zhu Luan's face burned, her lips curving in joy, ready to agree but catching Mu Zi Yin's glare.
"She can't escape. Defy me, and I'll enforce house rules again. It's about you," Lan An declared, making Mu Zi Yin itch to bite him.
"I agree! Not just today, but forever your woman!" Li Zhu Luan whispered, courage surging, melting into his embrace.
"Call me husband or darling," Lan An said, pride swelling, seeking her rosy lips.
"Mmm!" Li Zhu Luan sighed, tilting her head to offer her lips, eyes closing as he claimed her.
Her lips were soft, fragrant like flowers. Lan An savored them gently, unlike his fervor with Mu Zi Yin, wanting her first kiss to be a cherished memory.
Watching her disciple and Lan An kiss passionately, Mu Zi Yin sighed inwardly, seeing Li Zhu Luan's joy. "Do I owe him from a past life?"
Smack, smack. Their kiss deepened, Lan An's tongue parting her lips, teasing her pearly teeth, entwining with her shy tongue.
Li Zhu Luan felt ablaze, soft moans escaping, her body yielding to his embrace. Her clumsy response, teeth occasionally clashing, thrilled and embarrassed her.
As Tian Mu Sect's peerless beauty, pursued by countless, even Muo Hao, she never imagined falling so deeply for Lan An, vowing no regrets, consumed by love's intoxication.
Smack. Sensing her tiring, Lan An sucked her tongue, pulling back, a silvery thread connecting their lips.
"Darling, your lips are sweet," he teased, brushing her swollen lips.
Li Zhu Luan ducked her head, murmuring, "Yours too, husband."
Her "husband" warmed Lan An's heart. Hugging her, feeling her full breasts press against him, he vowed: "You've called me husband. I'll cherish you forever, never letting my wife suffer."
"Yes," she nodded, grateful to Muo Hao's betrayal for bringing them together.
"Today, we three become family. Undress me," Lan An urged, peeling her robes.
Li Zhu Luan, suppressing shyness, her trembling hands undid his clothes, recalling his proud form at the Beast Arena, her heart racing.
Her silken garments fell, revealing a celestial figure—pert, rosy-tipped breasts, a slender waist, a delicate navel, long legs, and a pink slit glistening with desire, framed by sparse, dark curls.
Lan An was spellbound by her youthful perfection.
His own form, honed by battles and Dragon Immortal Sacred Canon, stood tall—muscular yet lithe, six chiseled abs, veins pulsing, a paragon of masculine vitality.
Li Zhu Luan's eyes glazed, her core tightening, drawn to his towering manhood.
"So big," she thought, awed. Though seen before, its grandeur up close stunned her.
Lan An's size had grown, his youth and Dragon Immortal Sacred Canon enhancing its veined, dragon-like majesty, no wonder it tamed even Mu Zi Yin.
"Like it?" Lan An guided her hand to his heated shaft.
She flinched but couldn't pull away, its allure gripping her as she trembled.
"It's yours now," he teased, caressing her breast.
"Husband… it's too big… I'm scared," she admitted, her hand unable to encircle it.
"Ask Tử Âm if she loves it," Lan An grinned, glancing at Mu Zi Yin.
"Shameless! Release me!" Mu Zi Yin, eyes shut, cursed, bound by the Spirit Blossom Orb.
"I vowed to cherish my wives today. How could I break my word?" Lan An smirked, carrying Li Zhu Luan's bare form to Mu Zi Yin's side.
"You're serious?" Mu Zi Yin's voice quivered, hoping he was bluffing.
"Husband, I'm shy…" Li Zhu Luan murmured.
"Be good. We're together for life, not fleeting moments," Lan An soothed, stroking her back.
Li Zhu Luan nodded, her playful side surfacing. Pouting, she cooed: "I'm inexperienced. Husband, cherish Master first so I can learn, then serve you fully."
"You brat! I raised you for nothing, siding with him!" Mu Zi Yin fumed, her chest heaving.
"Master belongs to husband. With only me as family, and him loving you so, would you leave us?" Li Zhu Luan reasoned, yearning for a lifetime together.
Mu Zi Yin fell silent. With no kin but Li Zhu Luan, and Duan Zhi Ping's bond too weak for martyrdom, she admitted Lan An, despite his antics, treated her well.
Lan An nodded approvingly, rewarding Li Zhu Luan: "Today, you decide. But call Tử Âm 'sister' henceforth."
Chu! "Best husband! Cherish Master-sister first," Li Zhu Luan kissed his cheek, stepping aside.
Lan An lay beside Mu Zi Yin, pulling her lush body close, releasing the Spirit Blossom Orb's binds, turning her to face him.
"Let go of reason. Follow your heart. As husband and wife, let's savor this bliss…"
Blood Spirit Sect, Bone Palace of Wrath
In a mystical realm, the sky bled red, resentment choking the air, devoid of life.
A colossal palace of white bones loomed, too fearsome to behold.
Thousands patrolled in disciplined squads, clad in blood-red armor, their killing intent palpable. A keen observer would note their Golden Core cultivation.
Inside, the Blood Spirit Triad knelt, trembling.
Before them, a throne of giant beast bones radiated dread, its lingering aura crushing the weak-willed.
Atop it lounged a middle-aged man, eyes half-closed, blood-red hair flowing, pale skin glowing, the space around him quivering in fear.
Two stunning women knelt below, fervently pleasing his crimson manhood, desperate to appease him.
In the oppressive silence, he spoke languidly: "Blood Spirit Triad Saint Sons, you've disappointed me."
"Ah!" His casual words shattered the women into blood mist, their screams fading as their essence nourished him.
The Triad quaked, sweating, kowtowing fiercely.
"Lord Sect Master, we failed. Mercy, please…" the lipless leader croaked, his voice grating.
"The Blood Slaughter Corpse is vital to our sect. You exposed it, were crushed, and begged the Fourth Elder for rescue, alerting other factions. How can such failure be pardoned?" the Sect Master intoned, his calm voice driving them to cower, terror consuming them.
"Great Sect Master, his methods were too eerie—three Spirit Roots, a terrifying Strange Flame…" they stammered.
"Strange Flame?" The Sect Master's eyes snapped open, abyssal red glowing with greed, his killing intent shattering the space.
"Yes, the Violet Phoenix Flame," the lipless one blurted, grasping at salvation.
"Recount everything," the Sect Master commanded.
They spilled every detail, voices overlapping.
"Hmph, a Strange Flame bearer dies so easily? You and the Fourth Elder were fooled," the Sect Master sneered, his face darkening.
"We…" The Triad exchanged glances, bowing: "Sect Master is wise."
"No flattery. Your death penalty is spared, but punishment awaits. With the Academy opening, you're dismissed. Go," he waved.
"Thank you, Sect Master!" They kowtowed, crawling out in relief.
"Second Elder," the Sect Master called softly.
The void split, a hunched old man appeared, bowing: "Greetings, Sect Master."
"Our sect faces turmoil—Third Elder wounded, First Elder maimed, now the Triad's failure. Your thoughts?" the Sect Master asked.
"Sect Master, these events tie to one figure," the Second Elder replied.
"The Evil Emperor?" the Sect Master confirmed.
"Sect Master is wise," the Second Elder continued. "The woman who harmed the Third and First Elders used the Evil Emperor's Thunder-Fire Mysterious Art. The masked man who thwarted the Triad wielded his former Strange Flame."
"Hmph, I saw the Evil Emperor die," the Sect Master scoffed.
"Perhaps his disciple or an inheritor of his legacy," the Second Elder suggested.
"Whoever he is, crossing the Blood Spirit Sect demands a heavy price," the Sect Master's killing intent shook the palace.
"Sect Master is wise, but the masked man's identity is obscured, and the woman's strength is formidable…" the Second Elder cautioned.
"Ignore the woman for now," the Sect Master sneered. "The rat will emerge. His eerie techniques and triple Spirit Roots are distinctive. Launch a large-scale hunt. Capture suspects—better to kill wrongly than miss him."
"As you command," the Second Elder bowed, a glint of malice in his eyes. A peer defeating their Saint Sons could become a calamity if allowed to grow.
He exited, his raspy voice echoing: "Summon the Blood Spirit Four Great Protectors."