Chapter 846 – "The Pinnacle's Proof"(18+)
The air under the canopy was thick with perfume from the crushed petals and the heat of bodies already spent and marked. All around, tentacles still moved lazily through the sea of kneeling Frost Moon Palace women, but every gaze was locked on the center—on the small, pale figure in Alex's arms.
Ying Hua clung to him like she'd been made for this exact moment. Her slight frame made her feel impossibly tight around him, the silken give of her walls hugging him so completely that every slow withdrawal drew a faint whimper from her lips. Her thighs locked around his waist, heels digging into his back as if to anchor herself to the only place she would ever belong.
His hips pressed forward, the full length of him driving into her until the head breached her innermost ring and pushed directly into the entrance of her womb. Her breath caught sharply, her arms winding tighter around his neck as her small body trembled from the stretch.
Around them, the crowd leaned forward without realizing it—disciples biting their lips, elders pressing their thighs together—watching the impossible become real. The sight of his cock disappearing into her petite body, pushing so deep the outline was visible beneath the smooth curve of her belly, sent a fresh ripple of hunger through them.
Ying Hua's voice was soft but carried in the hushed space. "Look closely… this is what it means to be chosen."
Alex's next thrust was slower, heavier, his tip kissing the very back of her womb before pulling out halfway and slamming home again. The motion made her body jolt in his hold, her back arching as her breath broke into a high, shaking moan. His seed, already spilled into her earlier, sloshed warm and heavy deep inside, each fresh pulse joining it until her core felt drenched.
He shifted his grip, one hand cupping the curve of her ass, the other sliding up to cradle the back of her head. His pace built—still deliberate, but with the kind of force that made each impact audible, a wet, lewd sound that echoed across the canopy. Every time he bottomed out, his glans pressed against the mouth of her womb and then slid into it, filling the soft, trembling space with a fresh surge of heat.
Ying Hua's head tipped back, her hair spilling down his arm as her mouth fell open in a moan that broke into words. "Deeper… all the way… fill me again, Father…"
Gasps and shivers moved through the watching crowd. Some pressed hands to their mouths; others clenched their knees together, their eyes locked on the place where their Master's body joined his masterpiece.
Alex adjusted his angle, lifting her slightly so each thrust struck her deepest point with precision. The effect was immediate—her entire body quivered, her nails digging into his shoulders as her voice broke into a keening cry. Thick, pearly seed spilled from the seal of their joining, dripping down his length and onto his thighs, only to be driven back in with the next thrust.
Her eyes fluttered open, meeting the gaze of the crowd even as her lips trembled with the aftershocks of another climax. "This is what it means… to be his creation… to be remade by him… every part of me is his…"
He slammed into her again, a deep, wet sound ringing out as another flood of his heat spilled into her womb. She shuddered hard, her legs tightening around him until her petite frame shook with each pulse of his release. Her belly felt almost heavy with it now, the intimate fullness visible even to those standing in the back rows.
Ying Hua turned her face toward the watching women, her cheeks flushed, her lips curling in a bliss-drunk smile. "All of you… will feel this one day… if he chooses you…"
Alex's final thrust buried him to the hilt, the swollen crown seated entirely inside her uterus. His seed spilled again, mixing with the thick, slippery heat already there until it overflowed in slow, milky rivulets down her thighs.
She sagged against him, her breathing ragged but her eyes bright with satisfaction. "Thank you, Father… for letting them see… for letting them know what perfection feels like."
The crowd was silent for a heartbeat—then the whispers began, rippling through the canopy like a slow, rising tide. Not one woman looked away.
Her small body was still pulsing around him when Alex shifted his stance, lifting her higher in his arms. The movement made her gasp, the slick stretch of his cock dragging against every tender ridge inside her until the tip kissed the back of her womb again.
Without slowing, the pink, glistening tentacles unfurled from his back, curling through the air like living streams of silk. They slid effortlessly into the soaked openings of the nearest women—elders and disciples alike—who offered no protest, only shivers and low moans as the smooth lengths filled them. Some gasped in surprise at the first deep push, but none pulled away.
The tentacles didn't claim them harshly. Instead, they moved with deliberate rhythm, stroking and filling in time with Alex's own deep thrusts into Ying Hua. Every time he drove into her petite body, the tentacles flexed inside the others, pressing against their most sensitive places until the entire crowd was caught in the same slow, relentless tide.
Ying Hua's arms locked behind his neck, her lips brushing his ear between her shuddering breaths. "Make them feel it, Father… let them understand… they belong to you."
A tentacle coiled around her waist, another wrapping gently around her thigh to lift her leg higher, opening her further to him. The deeper angle made her cry out, the sound carrying over the growing chorus of moans from the surrounding women.
He began to move faster, each slam into her tiny frame echoed by the synchronized thrust of every tentacle into the women around them. The sound under the canopy turned wet and heavy—slapping hips, slick friction, and voices rising with each synchronized push.
A Level 8 elder in the front row was the first to break completely—throwing her head back and crying out as her climax ripped through her. Her body clenched so hard around the tentacle that it pulsed, spilling a warm rush into her depths. Instead of pulling away, she clung to it, panting, eyes glazed with the same surrender already in Ying Hua's.
From there, the collapse spread like wildfire. Women who had been sitting stiffly minutes ago were now grinding against the tentacles, hips rolling in desperate need. Others reached down to touch themselves in time with the movement inside them, unable to stop.
Ying Hua looked over Alex's shoulder, catching the glazed eyes and open mouths of the crowd. She smiled—a slow, knowing curve of her lips. "Do you see? You don't even have to think about it… your bodies already know who you belong to."
Alex's thrusts into her grew sharper, pushing his cock deeper into her uterus until she felt so full she could barely breathe. His release surged again, flooding her with another heavy spill that made her whole belly feel warm and stretched.
The tentacles reacted instantly, pumping harder into the women around them. Several went over at once, bodies arching and trembling as they were filled—thick, warm streams spilling from between their thighs to pool on the silken cushions beneath them.
A disciple in the back, who had been clinging to her last shred of composure, gasped and dropped to her knees as the tentacle inside her pulsed. "Master… please…!" she moaned, before breaking into a shuddering climax that left her slumped forward, panting into the petals.
By the time Alex pulled back slightly from Ying Hua, the air was a symphony of panting, moaning, and the slick sounds of bodies moving in unison. No eyes held defiance anymore. Every woman—elder and disciple—was either mid-climax, trembling in the aftershocks, or grinding against the tentacle inside her for more.
Ying Hua's voice cut through the heat, still breathless but certain. "There is no resistance left… they're yours now, Father… every single one."
Alex didn't slow, even as the last of the women collapsed into the rhythm of his will. Tentacles still moved through the sea of bodies, coiled around waists and thighs, thrusting in perfect unison with his own hips.
In his arms, Ying Hua's petite body trembled with each deep push into her womb, but her voice was steady, carrying over the moans and gasps of more than four hundred women.
"Every single one of you…" she said, her flushed face turning toward the crowd, "…is now my father's sex slave."
The words struck like a bell—clear, undeniable. The tentacles inside them pulsed in perfect time with her declaration, driving each woman into another quivering peak.
Alex shifted his grip on Ying Hua, one arm bracing her against his chest while the other raised his hand. At his signal, white chokers of shimmering mana formed in the air—over four hundred in total—hovering just above the heads of the kneeling women.
One by one, they descended, slipping snugly around each neck. The moment the choker touched their skin, a warm glow flared from their core, racing through their bodies like liquid heat. Elders gasped, disciples moaned—it was the first taste of his power bound into their flesh.
"Say it," Ying Hua commanded, her voice sharp despite the tremor of another thrust into her.
The first voices were soft, scattered, but they grew, joining into a single rolling wave:
"I belong to Master Alex. My body, my womb, my soul—are his."
The tentacles moved faster, synchronized with the chant, each thrust marking the vow into their bodies. Moans bled into the words, turning the declaration into something raw and physical.
Alex's own rhythm into Ying Hua grew sharper, his cock driving fully into her uterus again and again, filling her until the warmth overflowed down her thighs. She clung to him, half-lidded eyes locked on the kneeling, trembling sea before them.
When the last vow was spoken, Alex gave one final, powerful thrust into her, and every tentacle mirrored it—slamming deep and pulsing a heavy flood of heat into the more than four hundred women at once.
The sound under the canopy turned wild—cry after cry as the climax tore through them all in perfect unison. Wombs clenched, thighs shook, milky streams spilled onto cushions and petals, the air rich with the scent of surrender.
Ying Hua's voice rose above it all, breaking into a shiver as she came with them. "They're yours now, Father… all of them. More than four hundred women… your sex slaves."
Alex held her tight as the wave of ecstasy slowly ebbed, the crowd collapsing into panting, dazed obedience. The chokers gleamed faintly around every neck, the final mark of their new place in his world.
And above the heavy silence that followed, the only sound was Ying Hua's breathless whisper into his ear: "And this is only the beginning."
The sea of bodies under the canopy still trembled in the aftershocks of that synchronized climax. Chokers gleamed white against flushed skin, their faint glow catching in the dim light. The air was thick with heat, the scent of sweat, petals, and spilled seed.
Alex kept Ying Hua in his arms, his length still buried deep in her petite, overflowing body. She leaned forward slightly, her small hands resting on his shoulders as her gaze swept over the kneeling crowd.
Her voice, though soft, carried through the silence like a command woven into the air.
"Who are you?"
The question rippled through them. A few blinked, dazed, but the answer came quickly—first in scattered voices, then as one unified chorus:
"We are Master Alex's sex slaves."
Ying Hua's lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile. "Say it again."
"We are Master Alex's sex slaves."
This time the words were stronger, their voices low and throaty, still edged with the aftertaste of pleasure. Tentacles still inside many of them gave a slow, deliberate thrust, making some gasp mid-sentence, but none faltered.
Ying Hua tilted her head, eyes narrowing in a way that made them all feel stripped bare. "And what belongs to you?"
There was no hesitation. "Nothing. We belong to Master Alex."
A faint shiver of approval passed through her. She looked back at Alex, her breath warm against his cheek. "They understand now. Not just in their bodies… but here." She tapped her temple, then her heart.
The tentacles slowly withdrew from the women, leaving them flushed and marked, thighs slick with his release. None moved to cover themselves; every pair of eyes stayed locked on Alex, their Master.
Ying Hua leaned closer to his ear, whispering in a voice that was equal parts devotion and pride. "They've given you their last resistance, Father. Now they are truly yours."
Ying Hua straightened in Alex's arms, his cock still buried inside her, the heat between them making her whole body feel like it was glowing. She looked over the kneeling sea of women—elders, disciples, every last one collared and marked.
"Before you leave this place," she said, her voice calm but resonant, "you will speak the words that will bind you to my father forever. Words you can never take back."
Her gaze swept from face to face, and none looked away. "Repeat after me."
Her tone turned sharp, ceremonial. "I give my body to Master Alex."
The chorus was instant, unbroken. "I give my body to Master Alex."
"I give my womb to Master Alex."
"I give my womb to Master Alex."
"I give my heart, my soul, my life—to Master Alex."
"I give my heart, my soul, my life—to Master Alex."
Ying Hua's eyes glittered. "From this moment until my death, I am his sex slave."
The air trembled with their unified voices. "From this moment until my death, I am his sex slave."
The chokers pulsed once—soft white light traveling around each neck before fading, as if sealing the words into their flesh.
A collective sigh escaped the crowd. Faces softened into smiles, some eyes wet, others closed as if savoring the moment. You could feel it radiating from them—this wasn't fear or defeat. This was the deepest contentment they had ever known.
In their hearts, they all knew: this was the best thing that had ever happened to them. To meet him, to be chosen, to be given this place in his world—nothing could ever compare. Thoughts turned inward: I'm so lucky I met Master.There's no greater honor.I would die before leaving his side.
Ying Hua leaned forward, her lips brushing Alex's ear in a whisper meant for him alone. "It's done, Father. Four hundred women—sealed to you for life. And they are happier now than they have ever been."
Alex held her closer, his hand stroking her back, and the women knelt in reverent silence, their vows echoing in the air long after the words had faded.
Chapter 847 – "The Power We Cannot Show"
The canopy still smelled of crushed petals and warm skin. Outside, Alex rested in the private tent with Ying Hua curled against his chest, her breathing slowing into a peaceful rhythm. The faint glow of over four hundred white chokers shimmered in the moonlight outside, marking the women now bound to him for life.
But in the wide pavilion beside the tent, a different gathering was taking shape.
The harem wives—Yu Mei, Fei Xue, Ling Hua, Mei Lian, Ru Yan, Shui Yun, Yan Zhi, Jin Rou, Shi Lian, Xue Lian, Lan Xueya, and Ling Shuanghua—sat together at the head of the long semicircle. They spoke quietly among themselves, voices carrying the weight of both intimacy and leadership.
The higher-ranked sex slaves—Leng Yuer, Yue Hua, Han Meiyun, and Elder Ying Yue—took places just beside them, acknowledged with nods of respect.
At the center of their circle, the one empty seat belonged to Alex. It stayed empty.
Yu Mei's voice cut through the low murmurs. "Call them in."
From the edges of the pavilion, the newly sealed four hundred women entered in orderly lines, every one wearing the choker that marked them as his. Their steps were quiet, eyes lowered, but there was no mistaking the energy beneath—loyalty, awe, and a fierce hunger to serve.
Once the last woman knelt in place, Yu Mei spoke again, her gaze sweeping over them. "You are all Level 9 now. Every one of you has the power to rule this continent, even topple the greatest sects." She let the words settle before continuing. "And that is exactly why we cannot let the world know."
Fei Xue leaned forward, her voice cool but firm. "If others saw four hundred Level 9s under one banner, they would see us as a threat to be destroyed before we could act. It would bring the entire cultivation world against him."
Elder Ying Yue stepped in, her tone smooth but edged with warning. "The chokers you wear have a function. They can mask your true cultivation, letting you appear at whatever level we choose. You will use it, always, outside these walls."
A few of the new slaves shifted uneasily, but Ling Shuanghua's voice carried the authority of a sect master. "This is not for shame. This is for his safety. Our Master—your Master—values your lives as much as his own. This way, you can protect him from the shadows."
Yue Hua's expression was thoughtful, her voice low. "With four hundred hidden blades, no enemy could move against him without us knowing… and without them falling before they ever touched him."
Ru Yan, seated between Mei Lian and Shui Yun, smiled faintly. "We could rule the world with this force."
Yu Mei met her gaze. "And that is exactly why we won't. He doesn't want to rule. He wants to protect those he loves. That includes every single one of you."
The new slaves' heads bowed as the truth sank in. This wasn't about ambition—it was about preservation.
Shi Lian rose to her feet, her eyes moving over the sea of kneeling women. "When you walk in the world, you will look like any other cultivator. But when he calls you… you will be Level 9, unstoppable, and loyal only to him."
In the back, a young disciple whispered to her neighbor, "He gives us his strength… and then hides it to protect us?"
The answer came from Elder Ying Yue, her voice almost tender. "He gives importance to every one of us. That is why we follow him."
The pavilion fell silent again, the weight of the decision pressing into every heart. Four hundred women—each powerful enough to be a ruler—now swore to be invisible unless Alex needed them.
Outside, in the quiet of the private tent, Alex slept peacefully with Ying Hua in his arms, unaware of the strategy forming beyond the silk walls.
Yu Mei let the silence linger for a moment, then gestured lightly to the gleaming bands at their throats. "These chokers are more than marks of belonging. You will learn their functions, and you will cherish them—not because we tell you to, but because they are gifts from him."
Leng Yuer stepped forward, her voice steady. "First, they connect you to anyone else who wears one. You can speak mind-to-mind across any distance." She tapped the white band at her own neck. "You can even form groups—small, large, or all four hundred of you—to share information instantly."
Han Meiyun continued, her tone calm but edged with authority. "Second, they can teleport you instantly to any other choker-bearer. If one of you is in danger, the rest can be there in moments. No talisman or spell in this world is faster."
Elder Ying Yue took the next, her gaze firm. "Third, defense. The choker can generate a barrier instantly, one that no Ninth Level cultivator can break. It will protect you endlessly, without draining your strength. It can be summoned with nothing more than a thought."
Yue Hua's lips curved faintly as she added, "And there are more functions—things you will discover with time and need. But remember: they are for your protection, your survival, and for serving him."
Ling Shuanghua's voice softened. "All chokers are white. They never fade, never wear, and never loosen. They do not sit high like a collar, but low, just above the collarbone… like the finest accessory. Barely half a centimeter thin, yet unbreakable."
At her words, hands instinctively rose. All around the pavilion, women's fingertips brushed the smooth, warm bands encircling their necks. Some traced the edges slowly, almost reverently. Others pressed the thin white arc flat against their skin, as if to feel the pulse of the bond beneath.
A young elder murmured, "It's so light… like silk… but it feels alive."
A disciple beside her whispered back, "I can't believe it's mine. I'll never take it off."
Mei Lian's smile was faint but approving as she watched the gestures repeat across the crowd. "Cherish them. Because they mean he cherishes you."
The sea of women bowed their heads in unison, their fingers still lingering on the white bands. The chokers gleamed softly in the lantern light, as if reflecting their shared devotion.
Yu Mei let her gaze sweep over the four hundred women, ensuring every pair of eyes was on her. "There's one more thing you must understand about him—about your Master."
Fei Xue leaned forward slightly, her voice calm but certain. "If you carry hatred in your heart… if there is someone you wish to destroy… he will not stop you."
Shui Yun continued without missing a beat. "He gives you freedom. As his sex slaves, you are not bound in chains of obedience that deny your will. If you have enemies, you may hunt them. If you have debts, you may collect them."
Ru Yan's voice was lower, but sharper. "And if the one you seek is beyond your reach, if their power is greater than yours… he will stand with you. Not just to strike them down, but to make sure they never rise again."
Elder Ying Yue took a step forward, her eyes soft but unyielding. "If you are seriously injured—if your body is broken in battle, or your cultivation shattered—he can heal you. And he will. Not out of obligation, but because every one of you matters to him."
A ripple passed through the kneeling women—shock first, then something deeper. Relief. Gratitude.
One disciple near the front whispered to herself, "No sect, no master has ever promised that…"
Yue Hua's lips curved faintly. "That is because no one else sees you the way he does. You are not disposable soldiers. You are his."
Mei Lian's voice softened, drawing them back in. "And that is why you will protect him in return. Even in your freedom, your loyalty must never waver. Every enemy you cut down, every victory you win—it all feeds back into the only thing that matters: keeping him safe."
The women bowed deeper, the white chokers glinting in the lamplight as their fingers touched them again. This time, it wasn't just admiration—it was the weight of a vow forming in their hearts.
The pavilion had fallen silent again, the last words about revenge and healing still hanging in the warm air. Four hundred women knelt in neat lines, chokers gleaming faintly in the lamplight, waiting for what would come next.
Yu Mei rose from her seat and stepped forward, her gaze sweeping across every face. "Then let us seal this—once and for all—with an oath none of us can ever break."
Ling Shuanghua's voice followed, calm and resolute. "This is an oath to our Master. To loyalty. To freedom. To vengeance."
She gestured, and the wives and higher-status sex slaves stood together at the front, forming a line of authority. Elder Ying Yue lifted her hand, and the four hundred women straightened, eyes locked forward.
Yu Mei's tone sharpened, turning each phrase into something ceremonial. "Repeat after me."
"I swear my loyalty to Master Alex."
"I swear my loyalty to Master Alex."
"I swear my freedom is his to protect, and my vengeance is his to aid."
"I swear my freedom is his to protect, and my vengeance is his to aid."
"I swear my strength will never be used against him, and will always defend those he loves."
"I swear my strength will never be used against him, and will always defend those he loves."
"I am his sex slave, in life and in death."
"I am his sex slave, in life and in death."
When the final words faded, the chokers pulsed once, soft white light flowing around each neck, sealing the vow in a way they could all feel deep in their core.
A collective sigh passed through the crowd. Some women's eyes shone with tears; others wore faint, blissful smiles. It was clear—this wasn't submission out of fear. It was pride, purpose, and belonging.
Leng Yuer stepped forward, her voice softer now. "In five hours, this secret land will close. We will be teleported to the entrance and meet the other sects." Her expression hardened slightly. "When that happens, you will all use the chokers' disguise. Show yourselves as Level 6, 7, or 8. Not Level 9. Let no one suspect what we truly are."
Han Meiyun added, "The outside world must never know we hold four hundred Level 9s under one name. That secret is our greatest shield."
Yu Mei's gaze swept the kneeling women one last time. "Remember—this oath, this power, this bond—it's not for conquest. It's for him. Every heartbeat, every breath, every fight you take on… is for him."
They bowed in unison, heads low, the white chokers glinting like a line of stars across the sea of silk and skin.
The meeting ended without fanfare, but its weight lingered. Outside, in the private tent, Alex remained unaware that he now had an invisible army capable of shaking the world—an army that would meet the other sects in only a few hours, hidden in plain sight.
Chapter 848 – "The Hidden Space Within"
The last hours in the secret land passed in an almost serene haze. With the treasures already claimed and the oaths sworn, the wives and higher-ranked sex slaves walked among the scattered groups of the four hundred newly sealed women, inspecting their readiness for departure.
Yu Mei paused by a group of disciples kneeling in orderly rows, her eyes narrowing slightly as she watched one woman take a small silk pouch from her choker… and then another… and then a polished silver spear.
"Where," Yu Mei asked slowly, "did you pull those from?"
The disciple blinked. "From here, Mistress," she said, fingertips brushing the white band around her neck.
A ripple of realization passed through the leaders. Fei Xue immediately ordered every woman present to check her choker, concentrating on it the same way one would access a storage ring. Gasps and surprised laughter spread through the gathering as blades, boxes, wrapped herbs, and folded robes began appearing in their hands.
"It's a storage space," Leng Yuer murmured, running her fingers along her own choker, her voice tinged with awe. "And… it's massive."
Testing confirmed it—several times the volume of a standard storage ring, and weightless no matter how much was inside. Han Meiyun experimentally stowed three full crates of spirit herbs into hers, closing her eyes in satisfaction at the smooth, instant retrieval.
"This wasn't in the original explanation," Shi Lian said with a faint smile. "He never even mentioned it to us."
"It's his way," Yue Hua replied. "He gives more than we expect, then lets us discover it ourselves."
The newly sealed women were visibly moved. Many touched their chokers again—not just as a mark of loyalty, but now as a precious, practical treasure in its own right. Their fingers lingered along the half-centimeter band like it was fine jewelry, tracing the cool, smooth surface. Some cradled it with both hands, others closed their eyes and smiled faintly, as if feeling his presence through it.
Ling Shuanghua raised her voice over the murmur of excitement. "Remember—this is still a tool to be used with care. Do not show this ability to outsiders. Keep your treasures hidden, your strength hidden, and your loyalty visible only to him."
Yu Mei gave a small nod, her lips curving in a knowing smile. "Five hours from now, we meet the other sects. You will appear as Level Six, Seven, or Eight. You will carry yourselves as though you are no different from any other cultivator. But here—" she tapped the choker at her throat "—here you will carry the truth."
The women bowed deeply, fingers once again caressing the thin white band that now held not just their oath, but their treasures. To them, it wasn't just a storage space. It was one more piece of him they could keep with them, always.
The excitement over the chokers' hidden storage lasted several minutes before Yu Mei's gaze shifted to where Ying Hua stood, apart from the crowd. The young girl was silent, her small fingers tracing the smooth white band at her throat, eyes calm yet sharp as she observed the others.
Yu Mei walked to her, lowering her voice so that only she could hear. "Ying Hua, there is something you must remember when we leave this place."
Ying Hua tilted her head slightly. "Yes, Mother Yu Mei?"
"Do not speak of your birth to the public," Yu Mei said, her tone carrying both firmness and care. "Do not speak of your status, or the truth of your blood. That is for us—your family—and for the sex slaves who serve him. Outside of that, it must remain hidden."
Ying Hua's gaze didn't waver. "Because it would cause trouble for him if they knew."
A faint smile touched Yu Mei's lips. "You're smart. I knew you'd understand without me needing to explain."
Ying Hua glanced toward the gathered women, her voice calm and sure. "I can show my truth to those who belong to him already… but to the rest of the world, I will be nothing more than what they are allowed to see."
"That's right," Yu Mei confirmed, resting a hand briefly on her shoulder. "Your existence is his greatest masterpiece. And a masterpiece is not something you leave in the open for thieves to covet."
Ying Hua's eyes softened slightly. "I will guard it as I guard him."
Yu Mei gave her an approving nod, then turned back to the rest of the pavilion. "Five hours remain," she reminded everyone. "Use them well, and remember everything we've told you. When we leave here, the eyes of the world will be watching."
Around them, the white chokers caught the lamplight again, hundreds of women bowing their heads in quiet unity—each carrying the weight of their vows, their hidden strength, and now, one more shared secret.
Ying Hua's gaze stayed steady on Yu Mei, but there was a subtle gleam in her eyes now—something sharp beneath the calm.
"If any man ever learns the truth about me," she said evenly, "I will kill him."
Yu Mei's brow arched slightly, but Ying Hua continued without hesitation.
"Father told me I should erase their memories instead." Her voice softened into something almost sweet. "But… what if I accidentally make a mistake? What if I erase their memories wrong, and leave them in pain so deep they take their own lives?"
She let the question hang, her tone quiet and playful, as if speaking of a mischievous prank instead of calculated cruelty. Then, a soft laugh escaped her—light, almost musical.
Yu Mei's lips curved into a slow smile, both amused and approving. "You really are his daughter," she murmured. "Clever, patient… and with teeth hidden beneath the silk."
Ying Hua just tilted her head, as if to say she didn't need to confirm the obvious.
The murmur of voices from the gathered women filled the background again, but between Yu Mei and Ying Hua, there was only the shared understanding of two people who would go to any length—seen or unseen—to protect Alex and the life he had built.
Ying Hua's playful tone faded, replaced by something that made the air between them feel colder than any frost. Her eyes, normally bright with calculated charm, were now flat and sharp as glass.
"If a man knows the truth about me," she said slowly, "there are no second chances. I will erase him from this world so completely, it will be as if he never existed."
Yu Mei listened silently, her gaze steady.
"I won't just kill him quickly," Ying Hua continued, her voice stripped of warmth. "First, I will take away his body—piece by piece—until he learns what it means to beg for a death that will not come. Then, I will strip his mind, not to forget… but to remember only the pain I've given him."
She tilted her head slightly, as though picturing it in her mind. "If Father insists I erase their memories instead, I will do it… but the last thing they will remember is my face as their mind shatters. And when the emptiness swallows them, they will have nothing left but the instinct to end themselves."
Her words were delivered without heat, without malice—just the cold, practical certainty of someone stating a simple truth.
Yu Mei's smile returned, slow and approving. "No hesitation. No pity. That's exactly what it would take to keep you safe."
Ying Hua's gaze softened just slightly as she looked toward the private tent where Alex rested. "I will not let filth breathe the same air as him if they dare speak my name."
There was no bravado in her voice—only the unshakable conviction of a vow already carved into her soul.
Beneath her calm expression, Ying Hua's mind was a landscape of perfect clarity—cold, sharp, and without hesitation.
She did not think in maybes. She did not consider mercy.
Every possibility that involved a man learning her origin was already mapped in her thoughts, each one ending the same way: silence.
In her mind, those men weren't people—they were problems. And problems were things to be removed, erased, or destroyed, nothing more.
She felt no satisfaction in the idea of killing them, nor guilt—only the clean, mechanical certainty that such actions were necessary to keep her father untouched by filth.
If Father's will demanded restraint, she would obey. But she would twist even mercy into a weapon, leaving their minds scarred and broken, ensuring no second threat could rise from their existence.
To her, this wasn't cruelty.
It was order.
And in her order, there was no room for anyone who threatened the perfection he had given her.
As Yu Mei stepped back from Ying Hua, watching the girl's cold conviction settle over her like a second skin, she felt the familiar, quiet satisfaction of seeing another piece fall perfectly into place. This was the kind of loyalty she valued — the kind she could shape, guide, and polish until it was unbreakable.
She carried herself with the same composed grace she always did in public — calm, refined, measured — the image she had worn so long it had become a second nature. But inside, the edges of her real self curled in delight. Dominant. Cunning. Bold. She relished the thought of molding every one of these four hundred women into perfect, obedient property, not just for Alex, but for the order she envisioned around him.
Yet there were two people in this world she would never let see that truth.
Her parents — Sect Master Tian and Lady Xia. She loved them. Deeply. The kind of love that had nothing to do with control or dominance. And she had no intention of letting them know what truly stirred in her mind. To them, she would remain the dutiful daughter, calm and refined, a woman of perfect composure. Let them think she was the picture of balance and grace; it was better that way.
The truth — the sharp, possessive hunger that drove her to break proud women, remake them, and hear them kneel in obedience — belonged to Alex alone. And to those like Ying Hua, who could understand it without judgment.
Yu Mei's eyes drifted across the crowd of collared women, her lips curling faintly. In her mind, they were already pieces to be moved, trained, perfected. But her voice, when she spoke aloud, remained smooth as silk — the mask firmly in place.
Yu Mei's gaze swept across the pavilion one last time, confirming every woman wore her choker and had masked her cultivation level to either Six, Seven, or Eight. The air was thick with unspoken anticipation — the awareness that their private world inside this secret land was about to end.
"Form ranks," Ling Shuanghua ordered, her voice carrying the authority of a sect master. The wives, higher-ranked sex slaves, and the four hundred newly sealed women moved with silent precision, forming an unbroken crescent around the leadership.
Even the faintest sound seemed to vanish as they stood together, the thin white chokers catching the last glints of the realm's pale light. Yu Mei stepped forward, her expression the picture of poise, though she felt the thrum of satisfaction in her chest at what they had accomplished here.
Above them, the sky began to shimmer — threads of gold and silver spiraling downward like liquid light. The familiar pull of the realm's closing magic brushed against their skin.
"It's time," Leng Yuer said softly, almost to herself.
The light thickened, wrapping around ankles and wrists, coiling upward until each body was outlined in a faint glow. There was a brief moment of absolute stillness, like the pause between breaths. Then the force took hold.
In a single, soundless sweep, the world blurred into streaks of white and silver. The soft air of the secret land vanished, replaced by the sharper chill of the outside.
They stood together at the massive stone entrance of the realm, the great arch carved with ancient runes now dim and inert. Beyond it, the other sects had already begun to gather, their figures turning, eyes narrowing in interest — and perhaps suspicion — at the sight of the Heavenly Sect's complete, unified return.
The wives and sex slaves exchanged brief glances, silent agreement passing between them: the mask stayed on, the truth stayed hidden.
Chapter 849 – "Shopping Through a Battlefield"
The blinding light of teleportation faded, and the noise of the outside world rushed in — the shouts of sect members greeting their allies, the murmurs of quiet speculation, and the sharp, assessing gazes of rival leaders.
The very first stares landed on the Heavenly Sect. It was impossible not to notice them.
Sect Master Tian, Lady Xia, and the elders stood at the front, their hands resting easily at their sides… though their fingers glittered like a merchant's display cabinet. Multiple storage rings encircled each hand, stacked two, three, sometimes even five deep on a single finger. The sheer number was almost obscene.
The reason for it was no mystery. Every leader present knew exactly what those rings meant: this group had spent their time inside the secret land collecting treasures with the casual ease of shoppers strolling through a market.
And everyone knew why.
That black-bar shield — the unbreakable barrier Alex had given them — had made every threat inside meaningless. While other sects had bled and fought tooth-and-nail to survive long enough to grab a single prize, the Heavenly Sect had simply… walked up and taken what they wanted.
The irritation in the air was palpable. Some cultivators clenched their jaws. Others looked away quickly, unwilling to betray their envy.
Off to the side, Frost Moon Palace drew the next wave of attention. The last anyone had seen, they'd entered with only twenty members. Now, their formation stretched so wide it took time for the eye to travel from one end to the other.
Four hundred women stood under their banner.
And among them… familiar faces.
Gasps rippled through the gathering as recognition struck. Sect Masters and elders from across the continents murmured to each other, naming the impossible:
"Leng Yuer… the former Sect Master of Snow Jade Hall…"
"That's Yue Hua — Glacial Spirit Pavilion's fallen leader…"
"Han Meiyun of Silver Winter Temple — I thought she vanished decades ago…"
"And Xue Lian… wasn't she the Sect Master of Crystal Lotus Hall?"
The shock deepened as they realized these women weren't just here — they were standing side by side, unified, wearing identical white chokers at their throats. And their expressions… there was no trace of defiance, only calm, poised loyalty.
For some in the crowd, the sight was intriguing. For others, it was unsettling.
Whatever had happened inside the secret land, it had rewritten the balance of power — and it was written across the faces of those four hundred women now standing proudly under Frost Moon Palace's banner.
The heavy stares didn't last long before two figures broke from the ranks of their respective sects.
The Sect Master of the Celestial Dragon Sect and the Sect Master of the Immortal Flame Pavilion crossed the open ground without hesitation, their robes trailing in the dust. Their eyes were locked on Frost Moon Palace's swelling ranks, the weight of their scrutiny fixed especially on the four women at the front.
Leng Yuer, Yue Hua, Han Meiyun, and Xue Lian stood calmly beneath the Frost Moon Palace banner, their white chokers gleaming like fresh-cut jade. The murmurs from the crowd followed the approaching sect masters like shadows.
The Celestial Dragon Sect leader was the first to speak. "This is impossible. You… you've been gone for centuries. Entire generations passed believing you dead."
The Immortal Flame Pavilion leader's tone was sharper. "Where have you been all this time? And what is this choker I see on every one of your necks?"
The four former sect masters exchanged a brief glance — unspoken understanding passing between them and the current Frost Moon Palace leadership.
"It is as you see," Leng Yuer said evenly, her voice carrying without strain. "We were… trapped. Until recently."
Yue Hua's tone was cool, her words chosen with care. "The chokers are treasures we found within the secret land. They are ours now — nothing more needs to be said."
Han Meiyun's eyes narrowed just slightly, her voice holding the weight of finality. "What matters is that we have returned. The past is gone."
Xue Lian finished for them, her tone serene. "And Frost Moon Palace stands stronger for it."
It was the perfect misdirection. No mention of Alex. No hint of the truth — that all four hundred women behind them were Level 9, each capable of destroying any ordinary sect on their own.
In the eyes of the other sects, the real gain was obvious — four Level 9 former sect masters, each powerful enough to sway the balance of a great battle. The rest of the women? Merely an impressive expansion of Frost Moon Palace's numbers.
And that was exactly how Yu Mei, Ling Shuanghua, and the others intended to keep it.
The lie slid into place like a blade into a sheath. No one questioned it further. The two sect masters from Celestial Dragon Sect and Immortal Flame Pavilion exchanged brief, wary looks before retreating to their own people.
From the Frost Moon Palace's side, the wives and higher-ranking sex slaves kept their composure, eyes calm, expressions poised — but behind that polished mask was the quiet satisfaction of a perfect performance.
Yu Mei's lips curved ever so slightly. They bought it.
Leng Yuer's gaze flickered toward her, a knowing glint passing between them. Han Meiyun stood still, but her posture softened just enough to betray her relief. Yue Hua's tone never wavered, but the faint upward quirk of her mouth told the same story. Even Elder Ying Yue allowed herself a small, private smile.
Across the field, other sect leaders whispered among themselves, their eyes darting back to Frost Moon Palace. Calculations were already forming — four returning Level 9 sect masters, all in one place, would change the balance of any future alliance or conflict. What the rest of the world couldn't see was the real danger: the hundreds of Level 9s standing quietly behind them, disguised as Level 6, 7, and 8 cultivators.
To them, the threat was impressive. To the women of Frost Moon Palace, it was laughably underestimated.
The meeting began to dissolve as sect members regrouped, exchanging hurried updates and taking inventory of their gains.
Toward the back of the Heavenly Sect's formation, Alex finally stepped forward with Yu Mei, Fei Xue, Ling Hua, Mei Lian, Ru Yan, Shui Yun, Yan Zhi, and Jin Rou by his side. Their parents — Sect Master Tian and Lady Xia — moved quickly to greet them.
"How are you?" Lady Xia's smile was warm, her eyes scanning each of her daughters in turn.
"We're fine, Mother," Fei Xue replied smoothly, sharing a brief glance with Yu Mei. The unspoken agreement passed instantly between all of them: They cannot know.
Sect Master Tian's expression was one of quiet pride as his gaze moved over the group. "You've done well. And by the looks of it…" — his eyes flicked toward the heavy clusters of storage rings and bulging treasures — "…you've done very well."
He wasn't wrong. From their perspective, this was the perfect outcome: no casualties, staggering wealth, and no hint of the hidden army they now commanded.
Lady Xia laughed lightly, her tone full of satisfaction. "I didn't think you'd come back with this much. Truly, this trip was worth it."
The eight sisters exchanged subtle smiles with Yu Mei and Alex, holding back the truth behind those words. Yes, they had returned with treasure. But the real prize was something the world wasn't ready to see — and might never see until it was far too late.
Chapter 850 – "The Reunion at the Gate"
As the crowd shifted around the entrance, sects gathering into their respective formations, Lady Xia's eyes swept the returning cultivators one more time — and then froze.
There, standing with the Heavenly Sect's group, was a face she had not seen in years. A face she had feared she might never see again.
"Shi Lian…"
The name left her lips in a whisper, but the weight behind it made Alex's wives glance at one another.
Shi Lian stepped forward from the group, her poise untouched by the swirl of voices and the curious stares around them. Her beauty was still refined and serene, but the quiet strength in her eyes was different now — unburdened.
Lady Xia moved quickly, closing the distance between them. She reached out, her hands gripping Shi Lian's as if afraid she would vanish again. "I… I knew what that man did to you. I tried—gods know I tried—to help you, but you…" Her voice faltered. "You wouldn't let me."
Shi Lian's expression softened, a warmth in her gaze that had been absent in those darker years. "It's okay," she said quietly. "Everything is resolved now."
Lady Xia searched her face, trying to read the change she saw there. This wasn't the same sister who had once been locked inside the invisible cage of tradition, her voice muted, her heart chained. This woman stood without shame, without the shadow of the Heavenly Phoenix Hall's Sect Master hanging over her.
Her posture was still graceful, her voice still calm, but there was a steadiness now — the kind of steadiness that came from freedom hard-won.
"I can see it," Lady Xia murmured. "You're… different."
Shi Lian's lips curved in a small, genuine smile. "I found what I was looking for, even if I didn't know it at the time." Her eyes flickered, almost imperceptibly, toward Alex — and then back to her sister.
Lady Xia followed her gaze and understood enough to know not to press. Whatever had happened, it had restored her sister's spirit, and that was all that mattered.
Shi Lian gave her hands a reassuring squeeze. "Truly. You don't need to worry anymore."
The noise of the gathering crowd pressed back in, but for a moment, the two sisters stood in their own quiet space, connected not just by blood, but by the unspoken acknowledgment of past pain — and the knowledge that it was over.
Shi Lian leaned in slightly, her grip on Lady Xia's hands tightening just enough to draw her sister closer. Her voice dropped to a whisper meant for no one else.
"There's something I should tell you… but it stays between us. No one else. Not even the public."
Lady Xia's brow furrowed, but she nodded once.
Shi Lian's eyes softened, though her words carried a quiet, steady pride. "Alex… restored my virginity. And then… he took it, to make me his wife." A faint, almost shy smile touched her lips, though her gaze did not waver. "I loved it. Every part of it."
Lady Xia's breath caught, but before she could speak, Shi Lian continued, her tone darkening just slightly. "And the man from before? The one who took what wasn't his? He's gone. I killed him that same day."
There was no guilt in her voice, no hesitation — only the calm certainty of a debt settled.
She gave her sister's hands one last squeeze. "Don't speak of this to anyone. If word got out, it would only bring trouble and needless annoyance. Let them think whatever they want about my return… the truth belongs to us alone."
Lady Xia's gaze searched her sister's face for a long moment, then she nodded slowly. "I understand."
Shi Lian's expression softened again, her smile returning just enough to warm her features. "Good. Then we can just be sisters again."
After a moment of quiet between them, Shi Lian's voice softened again, shifting away from their personal exchange.
"There's one more thing you should know… only part of the truth."
Lady Xia tilted her head slightly, listening.
"Alex was the one who freed those four hundred women you saw under the Frost Moon Palace banner," Shi Lian said, her tone steady but careful. "They were trapped for a very long time, and he gave them their lives back. Without him, they'd still be prisoners."
Lady Xia's eyes widened faintly, but Shi Lian continued before she could speak. "That's all I can tell you. The rest isn't for anyone else to know — not even you. Some truths are better kept sealed."
Her sister studied her for a moment, clearly sensing the weight behind those words, but chose not to push.
Shi Lian's expression softened, her lips curling into a polite smile. "For now, what matters is that they're free, and that we've made… connections. Yu Mei, Alex, and I will be visiting the Frost Moon Palace as guests. It's an invitation we've already accepted."
Lady Xia gave a small nod, her composure returning. "If you say it's important, then I'll trust you."
Shi Lian released her hands and stepped back into formation, her poise as serene as ever — but beneath that calm exterior, she was already thinking ahead to what would happen once they set foot inside Frost Moon Palace's domain.
As the sect formations settled near the entrance, eyes naturally wandered — measuring rivals, weighing threats, assessing gains.
But gradually, attention began to converge in one place.
It wasn't on the sea of white-chokered women under Frost Moon Palace's banner. It wasn't even on the glittering rings and overflowing treasures of the Heavenly Sect.
It was on a single girl.
She stood near Alex, her small frame and delicate features framed by long hair that shimmered faintly in the light. At a glance, she looked no older than ten years — far too young to be standing among such powerful cultivators.
Yet the pressure rolling off her was unmistakable. Subtle, controlled, but impossible to hide from those with trained senses.
Level 9.
Murmurs rippled through the gathered sects — from the Azure Spirit Sect to the Iron Fist Sect, from the Golden Root Sect to the White Lotus Sect. Elders whispered in disbelief, disciples exchanged startled glances, and more than one sect master narrowed their eyes, trying to understand what they were seeing.
Even the more battle-hardened groups — Blood Moon Sect, Savage Fang Hall, Ghostfire Abyss Sect, Thousand Fangs Pavilion, Shadow Claw Sect, Radiant Sun Palace, Serpent Song Sect, Sky Feather Hall, Ocean Soul Sect, Scarlet Halberd Sect, Nine Waves Sect, Fallen Star Sect, Heaven's Edge Sect, Celestial Dragon Sect, Immortal Flame Pavilion, True Void Sect, and Mountain Sea Sect — all felt the same shock.
A child — a Level 9 child.
It was unnatural. Unheard of. And for those who understood the sheer difficulty of breaking through to the Ninth Level, it was nothing short of terrifying.
Whispers grew sharper:
"Is she… some kind of divine prodigy?"
"Impossible. No one reaches Level 9 at that age — no one."
"If she's really Level 9 now… what will she be in a hundred years?"
Alex's group ignored the attention as if it didn't exist, but more than one leader present quietly marked the girl in their minds. Whether as a potential ally or a dangerous enemy, none could say yet — but all knew she was someone who couldn't be overlooked.
Ying Hua felt the weight of their stares long before anyone spoke. She didn't look away. Instead, her small chin lifted, and her gaze swept across the rows of elders, sect masters, and disciples like a blade's edge.
When her eyes met theirs, her voice cut through the air — clear, cold, and carrying far more weight than her youthful frame suggested.
"Do you want to die?"
A ripple of surprise passed through the crowd, but she didn't stop. Her lip curled slightly in disgust.
"Keep looking at me like that, and I'll gouge out your eyes."
There was nothing childish in her tone — no petulance, no bluff. It was the voice of someone who would do exactly what she promised without hesitation.
Even those who stood at the Ninth Level felt a faint chill crawl up their spines. It wasn't the raw threat alone that shook them — it was the absolute certainty in her words, the absence of doubt or restraint.
Several averted their eyes at once, the oppressive weight of her stare heavier than they cared to admit.
From the Frost Moon Palace side, Ling Shuanghua stepped forward with a graceful smile, her voice carrying easily over the murmurs.
"This girl is one of the sealed ones we freed inside the secret land," she said smoothly. "That's why her cultivation is… unusual."
It was the perfect lie — vague enough to answer the question without inviting more, believable enough to plant itself as the truth.
The gathered sect members exchanged glances, murmuring their understanding. A "sealed" prodigy explained the unnatural level, at least well enough to satisfy them for now. And just like that, the stares shifted elsewhere, though the unease lingered in the backs of their minds.
Ying Hua's gaze didn't soften until they looked away.
As the tension at the entrance faded, the various sects began to pull back into their own groups. Wordlessly, they started the slow procession toward their assigned quarters in the Central Continent, each carrying their own mix of triumphs, losses, and unspoken questions from the secret land.
The competition was officially over. Soon, the vast gathering of sects from every corner of the world would break apart, each returning to their own continents.
For the Frost Moon Palace, there was only one destination — home.
By the time the sun began to set, every member of Frost Moon Palace had gathered at the expansive residence assigned to them during the event. The largest hall had been cleared and repurposed, its polished floor now filled wall-to-wall with people.
At the head of the room stood Ling Shuanghua, Yu Mei, Shi Lian, and Alex, with the four former sect masters — Leng Yuer, Yue Hua, Han Meiyun, and Xue Lian — positioned just behind them. The rest of the four hundred newly freed women filled the room in precise formation, their white chokers catching the lamplight like a sea of faint stars.
The atmosphere was different now. There was no crowd of rival sects watching, no need for masks or false levels here. This was their space, their people.
They were organizing for the return to the Southern Continent — to the Frost Moon Palace's true stronghold, where these new numbers and power could be integrated in safety.
Outside, the sounds of the city were muffled, distant. Inside, the air was alive with quiet anticipation.