He gently lifted her off his shaft, his member emerging from her swollen pussy with a wet, lewd pop. The opening of her lotus fluttered weakly, still quivering from the intensity of her orgasm, clear fluids and thick semen leaking out in a steady stream.
He laid her down on the bed, her hair fanning out like a halo around her face. She looked ethereal, a true angel of pleasure, her body glistening with the sweat of their labor, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.
...
After she woke... They did it once again. The first round had been the breaking of the dam; the second was the true flood. Tianmo took her with a fury that bordered on reverence, each thrust a declaration of ownership, a claim of dominance.
They met in a dance as old as time itself, a primal ballet of male and female, Yang and Yin, dragon and phoenix.
It was late at night when they finished. Tianmo's body glistened with sweat, his chest heaving with exertion. He stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at the masterpiece he had created.
Liu Ruyan lay sprawled on the silk sheets, her body a canvas of debauchery and bliss. Her legs were spread wide, her pussy swollen and glistening, still leaking a mixture of her clear essence and his thick seed. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, the nipples red and swollen from his attentions.
She managed to make a breakthrough to the foundation realm.
Her face was flushed, her hair a tangled mess around her face. The marks of his passion were clear—love bites and bruises scattered across her skin like stars in a night sky. The most prominent was the deep, purpling bruise on her neck, a claim that she belonged to him and him alone.
[Ding]
[Mission complete.]
[Next Quest: Cultivate Liy Ruyan to the Golden Core realm. ]
[The System shop is upgrading. Time requirement: 12 Hours. ]
[You have obtained a new perk would you like to receive it?!]
"Yea..."
[Ding!]
[You have received "Cheat the cheater" perk ]
"Cheat the cheater?! System explain it briefly..."
[Ding!]
[Perk Name: Cheat the Cheater (Passive/Active)]
[Description: In a world where the Heavens favor their own chosen sons, fairness is a lie. This perk allows the Host to 'steal' their cheat. After all, if the world isn't fair, why should I play fair?]
[Effect 1 (Passive): When in the presence of a 'Cheat Holder' or 'System User,' the Host can instantly comprehend their Cheat. ]
[Effect 2 (Active): Upon defeating or killing a Cheat Holder, the Host can permanently steal their cheat. ]
[Note: they need to be badly beaten to the point of senselessness only then can you steal their cheat—Bloodline, systems, all, however it doesn't include conscious being.]
"..."
Is this for real?!
[Ding!]
[System is upgrading. Time requirement: 11 hours, 59 minutes ]
[Good Luck host fighting Venerable Bloodcrown. He is coming to kill you.]
[If fate allows we shall meet again. If not it's the end for us both.]
'Venerable Bloodcrown is coming to kill me?!'
Tianmo thought for a moment, completely relaxed. Blood Crown Venerable is at best a peak nascent soul realm cultivator. Logically speaking, if he were to attack the Wang family first then he wouldn't even bother saving them since, it's simply impossible. Blood relation?! Mother, father, elders?! At best, he can give them a proper burial if he can be sure he will be fine if not even a burial is a dream.
However, Venerable Bloodcrown is coming for him so, the entire situation changes. However a his lips curved sinisterly. As long as he is within the confines of Purple Bamboo Peak, he is safe.
"System?!"
Silence.
"Shop.."
Nothing happened.
Eleven hours and fifty-nine minutes.
That was the time he had before his greatest weapon returned online. In the cultivation world, where a single breath could determine life or death, it was an eternity. However, one must stand on his feet at the end of the day.
Tianmo stood by the window of his chamber, looking out at the dark expanse of the Purple Bamboo Peak. The moon hung high, casting a silver glow over the swaying bamboo, painting the world in shades of black and white. It was a serene scene, deceptive in its tranquility.
He looked down at his hand, a sinister purple glow. The "Cheat the Cheater" perk was now a part of him. To steal a System... to steal the very fabric of a protagonist's destiny... it was a concept that defied the natural laws of the universe. It was heresy of the highest order.
And he loved it.
***
Li Chen has just walked out of Holy Lord's chamber.
"Forgive me Holy Maiden, but in order to save Holy Lord, we need the Divine Yang Marrow and Void Saint Stone... They are extremely rare and precious."
The voice belonged to him, but the tone was devoid of its usual arrogance. Instead, it was laced with a thick, cloying fear.
Just beside him was a woman donned in a celestial robe that seemed to be woven from moonlight and starlight. Her presence was ethereal, her beauty cold and distant, like a goddess looking down from the high heavens. She was the Holy Maiden of the sect, Yang Bingyun. A cold, Ice-jade beauty.
Originally, Li Chen was supposed to be a self-reliant cultivator, practicing the emotionless cultivation sutra since, an old man with unfathomable power sealed his Supreme Nine Yang physique.
..
"Divine Yang marrow and void stone?... How can we get such heaven-defying treasures?!" Yang Bingyun asked, her voice as cold as the glacial winds of the Northern Wastes. She stood with her hands clasped within her long, ethereal sleeves, her expression unreadable, though her eyes held a sharp light.
She was the Holy Maiden, a woman cultivated in the art of severing emotions to walk the Dao. Yet, the news of the Holy Lord's condition had caused ripples in the still lake of her heart, after all, he was her own father.
Li Chen bowed his head, his posture humble, almost subservient.
"Holy Maiden, This Li is unable to assist regarding this matter. The Seven Sky Pagoda auction hall has recently acquired Void stones that will be auctioned on the upcoming Lunar New Year, as for Divine Yang marrow..." Li Chen shook his head.
Yang Bingyun's gaze, shifted from Li Chen to the horizon where the sky bled into the darkness. The Seven Sky Pagoda... a neutral ground, yet a den of vipers where the powerful preyed upon the desperate.
"Is there no other way?!" she asked, her voice tight, the first crack in her icy facade showing through.
"None that this humble one can perceive," Li Chen replied, shaking his head slowly. "The Holy Lord's condition is critical. The seal on his cultivation is leaking Yin energy, corroding his foundation. Only the purest Yang can balance the scales. His nascent soul and golden core are greatly damaged and his meridians are shattered. At best, Holy Lord may survive 10 years from now on..."
Holy Lord was a peak Nascent Soul realm powerhouse. However, during the breakthrough to the Soul Lord realm, he failed the calamity, being critically injured.
Yang Bingyun's eyes narrowed, and the temperature in the hallway dropped several degrees. Frost began to creep along the intricate stone patterns of the floor, a physical manifestation of her turbulent internal state.
She possesses a Divine Ice Maiden body physique with a first-grade ice maiden spirit root.
Just then,
"Hmph! This brat is merely babbling nonsense, the healer Dong can easily heal the Holy Lord. Little one, listen to this old man don't believe this boy... Look at his age, how could he know anything about medicine," a stern-looking elder said, stepping out from the shadows of the corridor.
His beard was white as snow, and his eyes held the sharpness of a hawk. He was an arch-bishop, an elder directly under the Holy lord, within the Azure Cloud Sect.
The elder, Arch-Bishop Won, strode forward with the confidence of a man who had spent centuries steeped in the arrogance of the orthodox path. His robes were a pristine white, embroidered with silver clouds that shimmered with spiritual energy.
Arch-Bishop Won didn't even bother to glance at Li Chen, treating the younger duckling as nothing more than a fleeting shadow in the hallway. His focus was entirely on the Holy Maiden, his expression softening into a mask of pious concern.
Li Chen didn't even bother getting angry, because he knew the Immortal inside his ring was far more intellectual than this elder who had yet to see the greatness of Mount Tai. And that Healer Dong, hmph, someone who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.
Arch-Bishop Won puffed out his chest, his voice dripping with the self-assured tone of one who believed the heavens themselves nodded in agreement with his every word. "Healer Dong has mended far worse in his career—shattered meridians, crumbling Dantians, even souls teetering on the edge of dissipation. The Holy Lord needs only summon him from the Jade Healing Pavilion, and all will be restored. This... boy," he sneered, finally sparing Li Chen a dismissive flick of his gaze, "spouts the ramblings of an untested fledgling. What does a youth know of life-and-death balms like Divine Yang Marrow?"
Yang Bingyun's icy eyes flickered between the two men, the frost on the floor creeping higher, now kissing the hem of the elder's pristine robes.
Could Li Chen really be fooling around after all, how can someone like him know medicine that can heal a calamity, he was but a youth... Nonetheless, deep inside, she wanted to believe him; her gaze was like a physical weight, pressing down on Li Chen, searching for any sign of deceit in his calm, composed demeanor.
"Holy Maiden, Arch-Bishop," Li Chen began, his voice smooth, cutting through the tension like a warm knife through butter. "I have no intention of slandering Healer Dong's reputation. His skills in mending flesh and bone are indeed renowned..."
He paused, letting the praise hang in the air, disarming the elder's immediate hostility.
"However," Li Chen continued, his tone dropping, becoming grave, "mending the body and meridians is not the same as repairing the Dao. The Holy Lord did not merely fail his tribulation; he was struck by the 'judgement Thunder'. This is not a physical wound that can be stitched together with needles and herbs. It is a wound of the soul, a brand of rejection from the Heavens themselves."
He turned to look at Arch-Bishop Won, his gaze steady, unyielding.
"Elder, tell me... if a house is eaten by termites, do you simply paint the walls and call it repaired? Or do you burn the wood and lay a new foundation?"
"Hmph! Brat, you are courting death by uttering nonsense!" Won thundered, spiritual pressure exploding outward in a wave of silver clouds that cracked the iced floor. "Kneel down and slap yourself twice this Old man shall spare your corpse. You dare teach me how to do things? A deer doesn't teach a lion how to hunt, a son doesn't teach his father how to UHMM..."
Li Chen's honest reaction: "..."
The spiritual pressure crashed down like a collapsing mountain, the silver clouds swirling violently around Li Chen. The air grew heavy, suffocating, the very essence of the archbishop's intent to crush the ant before him.
Li Chen didn't kneel. He didn't even blink.
His expression remained placid, like a calm lake undisturbed by the wind. To an outsider, it looked like the arrogance of youth, a suicidal lack of respect for one's elders. But inside the ring on his finger, a consciousness stirred.
"Boy, step back. This old fogey is annoying. Let me teach him a lesson in humility."
The voice in his head was ancient, bored, and tinged with a power that made Li Chen's soul tremble. It was the Immortal—his master, his golden finger, the being who had turned him from a mediocre youth into a rising star in a day.
"No," Li Chen replied mentally, his thoughts steady. "If I step back now, I lose face. If I lose face, I lose the trust of the Holy Maiden. I need her to go to the auction. I need the chaos there to find the Void Stone."
"Risky. But fine. If he tries to kill you, I'll vaporize him. But try not to bleed on my floor."
Li Chen suppressed a sigh. He looked up at Arch-Bishop Won, whose face was turning a shade of purple usually reserved for overripe plums. The Immortal master was his trump card, his soul is in somewhat perfect condition, and he is even capable of killing a Void refining cultivator, with a word.
But it's unknown if it's a male or female... The voice is thick but also has pitch. He has never seen the figure. He just knows the soul likes to call himself the Immortal Emperor.
And Immortal Emperor is currently looking for a suitable body to possess, of course not of Li Chen, but potentially someone with a powerful spirit root. Perhaps if luck is on his side, he may possess a body with an Immortal-spirit root.
Who knows.