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Spirit Blossom Orb, Paradise Forged
Within the Spirit Blossom Orb, Lan An seated Li Zhu Luan's soft form on his lap, one hand encircling her slender waist, the other kneading her full, youthful breast.
At sixteen or seventeen, her curves were already impressive, and Lan An believed, under his care, she'd surpass her master.
"System, summon the Earth-Grade artifact," he commanded inwardly.
"Ding, initiating random Earth-Grade artifact summon, countdown: 18, 17, 16… 3, 2, 1."
"Ding, congratulations, host, for obtaining the Upper Earth-Grade Blazing Star Spring, temporarily stored in system space."
Lan An's heart soared, planting a fervent kiss on Li Zhu Luan's cheek, making her blush endlessly.
He checked its details:
"Blazing Star Spring: Upper Earth-Grade architectural artifact.
Origin: A renowned hot spring from Star Spring Sect.
Functions: Relaxes the mind, dispels heart demons, accelerates spiritual energy absorption when immersed."
"Not bad at all," Lan An mused. Though not combat-oriented, the Blazing Star Spring was a cultivation-enhancing architectural treasure.
"Ding, detected compatibility for artifact fusion. Proceed with fusion?" the system chimed.
Lan An's eyes widened, surprised.
"When the host possesses artifacts with fusion potential, the system automatically prompts," Jin'er giggled, explaining.
Nodding, Lan An approved the fusion, knowing it involved the Spirit Blossom Orb and Blazing Star Spring.
"Ding, initiating fusion process…"
Before Li Zhu Luan's awestruck gaze, the Spirit Blossom Orb's space quivered, expanding tenfold from its original hundred square meters.
The ground cracked, and a majestic hot spring surged forth, dominating a corner of the space.
A circular pool, a hundred square meters, gleamed with opulence. Its floor was lined with fragrant, polished rare wood, its walls forged from Upper-Grade Spirit Stones, embedded with softly glowing Night Pearls.
At the pool's center stood a colossal statue of a stunning woman, ten meters tall, draped in sheer silk, holding a vase tilted toward the pool. Streams of steaming water poured from it, creating a poetic cascade.
The water was crystal-clear, its steam rich with spiritual energy.
"Ding, fusion successful. Spirit Blossom Orb upgraded to Upper Earth-Grade artifact."
Lan An and Li Zhu Luan sensed the spiritual energy within the Spirit Blossom Orb steadily rising.
"Husband, it's like a miracle…" Li Zhu Luan murmured, eyes sparkling at the new spring.
"A gift for you, for our wedding night. Like it?" Lan An teased, pinching her nose.
"Loan loves it! Thank you, husband!" Li Zhu Luan, overwhelmed with joy, clung to him, her hand instinctively caressing his slick, rigid shaft to please him.
"You little vixen," Lan An chuckled, scooping her up and leaping into the pool.
"Hmph."
The warm, fragrant water enveloped them, eliciting sighs of comfort.
"Let me scrub your back," Li Zhu Luan offered.
The pool reached Lan An's chest and her shoulders. She tiptoed behind him, pressing her breasts against his back, rubbing gently, her soft hands stroking his shaft.
Lan An closed his eyes, savoring his wife's service in the warm water, feeling like he'd ascended to paradise.
Not stopping there, Li Zhu Luan nibbled his neck, sucking his earlobe.
"Shall we name this spring Elysium?" Lan An rumbled, relaxed.
"Elysium? Perfect. Here, you and your sisters will find bliss, like immortals," she purred.
Lan An grinned, turning to embrace her, his hand slipping between her thighs, teasing her soft curls and parted folds.
"So wet, love. Is it the spring or you?" he teased, grazing her sensitive pearl.
"Mmm, husband, love me!" Li Zhu Luan trembled, her lips pleading, her desire ignited.
"Need to go ashore?" he whispered, nibbling her ear.
"No, take me in the water. I want to be the first to share Elysium's bliss with you…" she moaned, parting her legs.
"First time standing? It might hurt," Lan An cautioned, caressing her smooth back, Tian Mu Sect's peerless beauty.
"Don't spare me. I want you rough," she whispered, aroused by his intensity with Mu Zi Yin.
With her plea, Lan An hesitated no longer.
He lifted her slender leg over his shoulder, aligning his searing shaft with her tight entrance, easing in slowly.
"So tight, love," he grunted, her narrowness challenging him as he inched forward.
"Ahh, I feel you," Li Zhu Luan gasped, her brow furrowing in slight pain as he reached a third of his length.
Lan An proceeded gently, the warmth enveloping him, until he met her delicate barrier.
"Break it. I want to be yours," she urged, suppressing the sting.
"Darling, bear it," Lan An kissed her tongue, distracting her.
He thrust firmly.
Crimson mingled with the water.
"Oh, it's in, so deep," Li Zhu Luan cried, tears mixing with joy and pain, nearly fainting.
Lan An tensed, her virgin core impossibly tight, its soft walls coiling around him.
Ecstasy surged.
He held still, stroking her back, kissing away her sweat.
After a while…
"It hurts less. Move, husband," she whispered, swaying her hips.
Lan An began slowly, locking lips with her parted mouth.
Their naked bodies clung together.
"Mmm, is this lovemaking? I want it forever," Li Zhu Luan thought, her core welcoming his intrusion, each thrust reaching her depths.
After a long kiss, Lan An parted, gazing at her youthful face, now tinged with a woman's allure, pride swelling within.
Li Zhu Luan met his gaze, mischief returning. Licking her lips, she cooed: "Master, how's your disciple's lower lips?"
Lan An's shaft swelled, smacking her hip, growling: "You vixen, aren't you afraid Tử Âm will be jealous?"
"Why fear? Master's already claimed me, filling me so deep," she pouted playfully.
"Then Master will ravish your naughty core," Lan An roared, desire surging, thrusting fiercely.
Slap, slap, slap.
In the water, their union churned waves, their bodies locked in fervent collision.
"Mmm, so good, Master's amazing, ruin me…" she moaned, her bold words thrilling him.
"Your core's so tight, trying to crush me?" he panted.
"Better than Master's wife? Am I sweeter? Oh, I'm dying," she teased.
"You and Tử Âm, I adore you both. I'll drive you mad," Lan An vowed, thrusting with abandon, each stroke consuming her virgin core.
"I'm dying, I feel it… oh!" Li Zhu Luan, new to womanhood, neared her peak despite her boldness.
"Come, love, together," Lan An gripped her waist, sprinting to climax.
"Oh, I'm flying, Master's perfect, I'm ascending!" she screamed, her core erupting, welcoming his torrential release.
Li Zhu Luan's eyes fluttered shut, collapsing into his arms, a blissful smile gracing her lips.
Lan An felt her core still pulsing, keeping himself inside, carrying her to shore.
He lay back, letting her rest atop him, caressing her trembling form.
After a time…
"Husband, I'm so happy," Li Zhu Luan murmured, now truly his woman.
"My vixen, as bold as Tố Mai," Lan An teased, kissing her hair.
"Is Sister Tố Mai that wild?" she asked, wide-eyed, picturing Bai Su Mei's saintly grace.
"Exactly. You two will be perfect sisters," he nodded.
"Hee, I can't wait to serve you with Sister Tố Mai," she giggled, swaying her hips.
"Good girl, time for business," Lan An sat her up, still joined.
With a thought, the Black Sea Stone Box appeared.
"Refining the Strange Wood with me?" Li Zhu Luan asked, touched.
"Of course. You're not yet at Golden Core, the lowest in my harem. We must boost you," he said earnestly.
"Being your woman is my life's greatest fortune," she gazed at him lovingly.
"Only now you realize?" Lan An smirked, hugging her close, their bodies still united, retrieving the Devouring Sky Wood.
The Spirit Blossom Orb's spiritual energy surged toward it like iron to a magnet.
"Hmph, feed on me," Lan An sneered, swallowing the wood whole.
As it entered, his three cauldrons roared, spiritual energy flooding forth, undeterred by the wood's ravenous hunger.
"No wonder mortals fear refining you. A slip, and you'd drain them dry. But you've met me," Lan An scoffed, letting it consume his energy while wielding Immortal Genesis Scripture to refine it.
A tug-of-war ensued—the Devouring Sky Wood devoured his energy, while he countered, refining it.
With his Taboo physique, Lan An held the advantage.
Wood spiritual energy cycled through him, flowing into Li Zhu Luan through their union, elevating her cultivation bit by bit.
Simultaneously, he imparted the Dragon Immortal Sacred Canon to her.
United as one, they cultivated, tempering the Devouring Sky Wood.
A wooden cocoon formed, encasing their naked forms, absorbing the Spirit Blossom Orb's growing spiritual energy.
Silence fell, the space's energy intensifying, only to be consumed by the cocoon.
Bing Xuan Dynasty, Frozen Ambitions
The Bing Xuan Dynasty sprawled across a frozen wasteland, blanketed in eternal snow, a harsh realm yet a haven for Ice Spirit Root cultivators and beasts.
As one of Bing Tian Frost Continent's two Ninth-Grade powers, its supreme status was unquestioned.
The dynasty dominated its vast territory, all lesser factions bowing in tribute.
Recent years brought upheaval, with internal factions clashing subtly, vying for influence.
The cause: Emperor Bing Chang Kong's intent to name a Crown Prince.
The Crown Prince's status was near-divine, second only to the Emperor.
Bing Chang Kong, reigning three thousand years, had grown stronger, surviving a battle with the Evil Emperor that left him wounded but propelled him to Unity Realm.
Dynastic law mandated that upon reaching Unity, an Emperor must groom a successor.
Bing Chang Kong planned to name a Crown Prince, then retreat to seclusion, pursuing the Dao.
Though Emperor, he wasn't the dynasty's strongest. Past emperors, abdicating, secluded themselves, emerging only to crush existential threats, ensuring the dynasty's invincibility.
With a harem of three thousand, Bing Chang Kong had only seven children—four sons, three daughters.
He favored none, decreeing the Crown Prince be chosen through merit, regardless of gender, barring collusion with demonic forces.
Thus, the princes and princesses amassed forces, recruiting prodigies to bolster their bids for the throne.
In a lavish golden pavilion, two men played chess.
One, clad in regal gold, hair flowing freely, eyes electric, exuded heroic charisma—Bing Mu Yong, Fourth Prince, 490 years old, Early Void Refinement, ranked 60th on the Golden Ranking.
Opposite sat a plain young man in simple robes, wielding a feathered fan—Strategist Tran.
As Tran placed a black piece, encircling Bing Mu Yong's white pieces, the prince sighed, conceding: "Your skill is unmatched, Tran. I'm thoroughly bested."
Tran shook his head humbly: "Your Highness flatters me. Luck, nothing more."
"Nine losses in a row—luck?" Bing Mu Yong chuckled.
"The proposal I made—has Your Highness considered it?" Tran asked calmly.
Bing Mu Yong's demeanor shifted, his aura sharpening. "Is he truly worth such a price?"
"Absolutely," Tran nodded firmly. "Eerie techniques, exceptional movement, dual Spirit Body cultivation, and he won the Hundred-Faced Fairy's heart in mere moments. Is that not worth it?"
Bing Mu Yong's eyes flickered, stunned by the mention of the Hundred-Faced Fairy. "But he's so young."
"His youth is why we must act now," Tran urged. "Once he matures, he'll be a dragon soaring or a tiger ruling. Even the dynasty's throne might not sway him then."
Bing Mu Yong weighed Tran's words, knowing his strategist's brilliance. Years ago, he'd paid dearly to recruit Tran, whose counsel had since smoothed his path, from recruitment to alliances.
To Bing Mu Yong, Tran was near-divine.
"No other way to win him?" he asked, hesitant at the steep cost, fearing lifelong regret.
"None," Tran affirmed. "He cares little for wealth or fame, only for those close to him. To secure his loyalty, you must become family."
"I'll consider it," Bing Mu Yong sighed heavily.
"No need. I agree," a refined voice interrupted.
A veiled woman entered, her black hair regal, ocean-blue eyes captivating, her gown accentuating deadly curves—Bing Lan Xi, Third Princess, Bing Mu Yong's full sister.
"Sister?" Bing Mu Yong rose.
"Hmph, great deeds demand sacrifice. Have you forgotten how our mother died?" she said coldly.
Unlike her sisters, who sought the throne, Bing Lan Xi devoted herself to her brother's ascension.
"But for you, with your status, to seduce a mere youth—I can't help but hesitate," Bing Mu Yong frowned.
"My status? If you fail, I'll be another's plaything," she said flatly.
Bing Mu Yong fell silent, his faction strong but outmatched by his siblings.
"Rest assured, if he charmed the Hundred-Faced Fairy, he won't disappoint the princess," Tran mediated.
His audacious plan—to have a Ninth-Grade dynasty princess seduce a youth for allegiance—was madness.
"I'm intrigued," Bing Lan Xi smiled, her eyes gleaming.
"You'll drive me mad," Bing Mu Yong stomped off, tacitly consenting.
He knew his sister's loneliness—mother gone, father distant, himself often secluded. A man sparking her interest wouldn't be ignored.
"Strategist Tran, tell me more about my 'husband,'" Bing Lan Xi purred.
Tran produced a painting.
Bing Lan Xi studied it—a tall youth, striking with a singular silver-white eye, exuding eerie charm. Behind him, a colossal bear's phantom roared.
Below, sparse details: Charismatic, domineering, dismissive of Blood Spirit Sect elders, lavish with women, effortless in cross-realm combat, bound by Coexistence and Co-death Pact with the Elegant Ice Fairy.
"We parted in Ling Wu City," Tran added.
Bing Lan Xi's lips curved. A spatial rift opened beside her. She stepped through, her voice lingering: "Little An, don't disappoint me…"
Alone, Tran fanned himself, murmuring: "Young master, a rare beauty for you. Enjoy."