A strange, charged silence descended upon the clearing, thick with unspoken promises and the lingering scent of their passion. Ah Yin's question hung in the air, a teasing, seductive invitation that made the world seem to hold its breath.
"Now… where were we?"
Zhang Tian looked down at the magnificent woman in his arms, at the full, ripe curves of her body pressed against his, and a slow, predatory smile spread across his face.
He didn't answer her question directly. Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, a silent promise of his own.
"After we settle matters here," he murmured, his voice a low, confident rumble, "I will accompany you to the Blue Silver Forest."
He pulled back just enough to look her in the eye, his own gaze burning with a new, profound purpose. "It is time I condensed my fourth Spirit Ring. And it is time I awakened my Blood Silver Grass to its true potential. To the level of the Blood Silver Emperor."
Ah Yin's crimson eyes lit up, a brilliant, happy light that seemed to outshine the stars. A soft, pleased moan escaped her lips. "Mmm… you don't need to worry about that, my little Emperor."
She reached up, her slender fingers tracing the line of his jaw, her touch sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. "I was the one who set up the restriction of illusion around that forest. I remember its precise location. I can lead you there whenever you wish to go."
Her smile widened, becoming even more seductive. "And my clan… mmmph… they will definitely welcome you. When you return with me, their Empress, they will see you as their new Emperor."
Zhang Tian nodded, a deep sense of satisfaction settling over him. The path was clear.
"I will deal with the current matters first," he said, his tone turning more serious. "I must escort Rongrong and Zhuqing back to the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect. After that, I will come for you."
He looked at her, his expression firm. "Until then, you must be careful. You must conceal your own aura and stay away from the sect. Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone are Super Douluos. Their perception is profound. They might see through your illusion and detect your true nature."
Ah Yin agreed with his sound logic. She tilted her head, her cascade of crimson hair brushing against his shoulder.
"I will also use this time to undergo my own transformation," she said, her voice soft but filled with a new determination. "This current form is a hybrid, a bridge between my spirit beast and human states. It is not convenient for growth. My cultivation speed would be that of a spirit beast, far too slow."
She looked at him, her eyes shining with a fierce light. "The Black Jade Divine Bamboo has greatly strengthened my origin. When I transform back into a true human, a process that should only take a few days, I will be able to retain my level prior to my sacrifice for that… hateful man. Mmm… I might even exceed it. I will be a Spirit Saint once more."
Zhang Tian felt a surge of pride and relief. "Be careful," he urged, his voice filled with a genuine concern that made her heart melt. "Conceal your aura as much as possible. I don't want any humans taking advantage of your vulnerable state to sneak attack you."
Ah Yin leaned in and captured his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. It was a kiss filled with gratitude, love, and a promise of the pleasures to come.
"Mmmph… don't be worried, my love," she whispered against his mouth when they finally broke apart for air. "With my illusion abilities and my Blood Silver Domain, no human will ever see me. To them, I will appear as nothing more than a simple Blue Silver Grass."
As she spoke, Zhang Tian's hands, which had been resting on her slender waist, began to move. His fingers slid downwards, finding the magnificent, full curves of her buttocks. He squeezed them, kneaded them, his touch becoming more perverse, more possessive, with no trace of shame in his eyes.
Ah Yin let out a soft, breathy moan, her body melting against his. "Ahh… Zhang Tian… yes, right there…"
She arched her back, pressing her ass more firmly into his hands, a silent, eager invitation. She loved the feeling of his strong hands on her body, his shameless, possessive touch. It made her feel cherished, desired. It made her feel like his woman.
"Mmm… you like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice a low, guttural sound of pure lust. He squeezed her ass harder, his fingers digging into the soft, firm flesh. "I can't hold myself back any longer, Ah Yin."
He looked down at her, at the seductive promise in her crimson eyes, at the full, ripe curves of her body pressed against his. "You lit this fire inside me. And now… you must use that magnificent body of yours to help me put it out."
He continued to talk to her, his voice a low, depraved murmur that sent shivers of anticipation down her spine. His hands were everywhere, roaming her body with a hungry, possessive familiarity.
"This dress…" he growled, his fingers hooking into the scandalously low neckline of her crimson garment. "It's too much. It hides too much of your perfection. Take it off. No… wait."
A wicked, predatory grin spread across his face. "Change it. Make it… smaller. Skimpier. I don't want to see you naked. Not yet. I want to see you wearing something that shows me everything, while hiding just enough to drive me insane."
Ah Yin's eyes widened, a brilliant blush spreading across her cheeks. But there was no hesitation. She loved this side of him, this dominant, demanding lover. With a thought, the crimson fabric of her dress flowed and reshaped itself.
The top became a tiny, bikini-like garment, two small triangles of crimson vine held together by a single, delicate strand that tied behind her neck. It barely contained her magnificent, heavy breasts, the undersides of their full, round globes spilling out, a tantalizing promise of their softness.
The skirt became a micro-skirt, a tiny strip of interwoven crimson leaves that clung to her hips, barely covering the swell of her ass and the soft mound of her pussy. It was so short that the slightest movement offered a glimpse of the paradise beneath.
"Mmm… perfect," he groaned, his eyes devouring her. He pushed her back, and she fell onto the soft grass with a surprised yelp, pulling him down with her.
He was on top of her in an instant, his body pressing hers into the earth. He was the aggressor, the predator, and despite her own immense power, she was his willing prey.
His mouth crashed down on hers, a ravenous, hungry kiss that stole the very breath from her lungs. His hands were a storm, tearing at the flimsy vine bikini top, freeing her magnificent breasts into the cool night air.
"Ahh! Zhang Tian!" she moaned as his mouth latched onto her nipple, his tongue and teeth a delightful torment.
He moved lower, his tongue tracing a hot, wet path down her stomach, his hands pushing her micro-skirt aside. He buried his face between her legs, his tongue finding her clit with an expert's precision.
"Oh, gods! Yes! Right there! Mmmph… don't stop!" she cried out, her voice a high, keening sound of pure bliss as her first orgasm ripped through her.
He didn't stop. He brought her to climax again and again, his fingers and tongue a relentless assault on her senses. He rolled her onto her stomach, his hands squeezing and spanking her magnificent, jiggly ass, the sharp smacks echoing in the quiet garden.
"Scream for me, Ah Yin!" he commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl. "Let me hear how good I make you feel!"
He flipped her back over and straddled her chest, his hard, thick dick pressing against her lips. "Your mouth," he ordered.
She took him without hesitation, her head bobbing in a rhythm that drove him wild. He came with a roar, his seed flooding her mouth. He pulled out and immediately positioned himself between her magnificent tits.
"Now these," he grunted, fucking her breasts until he came again, his release splattering across her chest and face.
She looked up at him, her face a beautiful, messy canvas of his passion, and a seductive, triumphant smile graced her lips. Remembering what she had seen Zhuqing do from her memories when she was in his Spiritual Sea, she wrapped her soft, plump thighs around his still-hard dick and began to squeeze, her hips moving in a slow, grinding rhythm.
"Mmm… is this what you like, my Emperor?" she purred.
He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he came for a third time, his seed coating her inner thighs.
For hours, they were lost in their own world of hedonistic pleasure, a chaotic, beautiful dance of lust and love. Finally, utterly spent and satiated, they lay tangled together on the grass, their bodies slick with sweat and their own mingled essences.
Zhang Tian looked down at the beautiful, sated woman in his arms, her head resting on his chest, her breathing soft and even. He stroked her crimson hair, a profound sense of peace settling over him.
"Go now, my Empress," he whispered, his voice soft. "Go and cultivate. Stabilize your power. Grow strong."
He kissed her forehead, a tender, loving gesture. "I will meet you in Heaven Dou City in one week. At the northern gate, at dusk. Use your illusions to hide your beauty from the world as it might attract unwanted attention in the city."
She looked up at him, her crimson eyes filled with a deep, unwavering love. "I will be waiting," she whispered.
With a final, lingering kiss, she stood. Her body shimmered, the seductive, skimpy outfit melting away as she transformed back into her colossal, magnificent Blood Silver Empress form. With a silent, graceful movement, she sank into the earth, disappearing without a trace, her presence concealed by a perfect illusion that made her seem like nothing more than a simple patch of ordinary blue silver grass.
Zhang Tian watched until the last crimson vine of Ah Yin's colossal form had sunk into the earth, the illusion of simple grass settling over the spot like a seamless, natural blanket. The air, which moments before had been thick with her intoxicating scent and the raw heat of their passion, now felt strangely empty. He stood there for a long moment, a faint, satisfied smile on his lips, before turning his attention back to the two girls who were the other pillars of his new world.
He walked back to the center of the clearing. Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were still lost in their meditative states, their bodies glowing with a soft, ethereal light. He sat down between them, a silent guardian, and closed his own eyes, beginning the slow, methodical process of circulating his own newly consolidated power.
The sun climbed high into the sky, its warm rays filtering through the canopy, bathing the garden in a golden, life-giving light. It was late in the afternoon when the first of them stirred.
A soft, almost inaudible sigh escaped Ning Rongrong's lips. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes. The world that greeted her was sharper, clearer, as if a layer of dust she had never known was there had been wiped clean from the lens of her perception.
She focused inward, and a gasp of pure, unadulterated joy escaped her. Her Nine Colored Spirit Core, which had been a new, somewhat unstable construct, was now a solid, tangible thing in her lower dantian. It pulsed with a steady, powerful rhythm, a miniature star of nine-colored light that seemed to be in perfect harmony with her spirit.
She checked her spirit power. It was still at Level 40, a vast, deep reservoir waiting for the key of a fourth spirit ring to unlock its true potential. The Eight Petal Immortal Orchid had not given her a direct boost in rank; its power was far more profound, more fundamental. It had solidified her foundation, tempered her spirit, and, most importantly, it had polished her innate talent to a terrifying sheen.
She could feel it. The connection between herself and the world's spirit energy was clearer, wider. Cultivating now felt as natural and effortless as breathing. She knew, with a certainty that was as solid as the Spirit Core within her, that her path forward was a wide, open road. Reaching the Spirit Saint realm before the age of twenty-three, a feat that would have been considered a once-in-a-generation miracle, now felt not just possible, but inevitable.
A short while later, Zhu Zhuqing's own meditation came to an end. She opened her eyes, and the world seemed to slow down around her. The Mustard Seed level of her Purple Demon Eyes was a constant, passive state, a lens of hyper-perception that revealed the intricate, hidden dance of energy in everything she saw.
She focused on her own body, and a jolt of pure, electrifying power shot through her. The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum had not just opened her eight extraordinary meridians; it had forged them into wide, resilient channels of pure energy. Her body felt light, yet incredibly strong, a state she now recognized as the legendary Vajra Strength Body.
The effect on her cultivation was immediate and staggering. The Mysterious Heaven Skill, which had already felt incredibly efficient, now flowed through her newly opened pathways like a raging river, the speed of its circulation having increased tenfold.
And her spirit power… She felt the immense, consolidated energy within her and let out a soft, disbelieving gasp. The immortal herb had done exactly as Zhang Tian had predicted. It had propelled her from Level 34 directly to the peak of Level 40. Six full levels in a single step.
The potential that now lay before them was a terrifying, beautiful thing. With their enhanced talents, their peerless cultivation techniques, and the boundless resources at their disposal, the path of a Super Douluo at Level 95 was no longer a distant dream. It was a tangible destination. And even the legendary, almost mythical realm of a Limit Douluo at Level 99… it was a peak they now had a genuine chance of scaling, a chance to touch the very threshold of divinity.
They both looked at Zhang Tian, who had opened his own eyes, a calm, knowing smile on his face. He had felt their breakthroughs, their transformations.
"It seems my gifts were well-received," he said, his voice a low, warm murmur.
The two girls, their hearts overflowing with a gratitude that was too profound for words, simply launched themselves at him. He was ready for them, catching them both in a tight, happy hug. They collapsed onto the soft grass in a tangle of limbs and joyous laughter.
He held them close, his hands moving with a familiar, playful naughtiness. One hand slipped under Ning Rongrong's silk top, his fingers finding the soft, warm skin of her flat midriff, his thumb tracing lazy circles around her navel. His other hand did the same to Zhu Zhuqing, who let out a soft, contented sigh and leaned into his touch.
Ning Rongrong felt the intimate touch and a brilliant blush flooded her cheeks. "Hey!" she squeaked, though there was no heat in her voice. She squirmed, but not to get away. "You're such a rascal, Zhang Tian! Can't you keep your hands to yourself for even a minute?"
He just chuckled, his thumb dipping teasingly into her navel. "Why would I want to do that when I have two beautiful women in my arms?"
Zhu Zhuqing, in contrast, simply accepted his touch with the quiet, submissive grace of a cherished lover. She arched her back slightly, pressing her stomach more firmly against his hand.
Seeing her friend's easy acceptance, a competitive fire lit up in Ning Rongrong's eyes. She stopped squirming. Instead, she took his hand, the one that was caressing her stomach, and with a bold, assertive movement, she guided it upwards.
"If you're going to touch me," she said, her voice a teasing whisper, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous light, "then you should at least touch the right places."
She placed his hand directly over her breast. It was smaller than Zhu Zhuqing's, but it was a perfect, budding curve, soft and firm beneath the silk of her top. He gave it a gentle squeeze, and she let out a soft, satisfied sigh.
The rest of their night passed in a blur of innocent, joyful intimacy. They shared stories, they laughed, and they simply enjoyed the feeling of being together, a small, perfect family in their secret garden.
From her hidden vantage point at the edge of the clearing, Ah Yin watched them, a faint, bittersweet smile on her beautiful face. She saw the pure, unadulterated happiness in their eyes, the deep, genuine affection they all shared. A pang of envy, sharp and unexpected, shot through her. She longed for that, for the simple, open joy of being with him without secrets, without hiding.
'But my identity…' she thought, a familiar wave of resignation washing over her. 'It is not convenient. It is better this way. To have his love in secret is more than someone like me who even betrayed her own clan for the sake of an outsider can hope for.'
She pushed the envy down, replacing it with a quiet, maternal happiness for their sake.
Two more days passed in a state of peaceful, focused cultivation. The trio worked to consolidate their newfound power, their Mysterious Heaven Skill circulating in a constant, harmonious rhythm, their Purple Demon Eyes growing sharper with every sunrise.
On the morning of the third day, a familiar, powerful aura descended upon the valley. Dugu Bo had returned.
He strode into the garden, and he was a man transformed. The last vestiges of his withered, poisoned state were gone, replaced by the vibrant, explosive power of a true dragon. His mood was buoyant, almost giddy.
"Hahaha! Boy, you were right!" he boomed, his voice no longer a dry rasp but a deep, resonant laugh. "I sought out the eighty-thousand-year-old Armored Earth Dragon, a beast that gave me trouble just a few months ago. This time… I crushed it! Its defenses were like paper before my new strength! And my poison… it's magnificent! I can control its intensity now, a subtle mist or a corrosive flood, all with a single thought!"
He looked at the three of them, his golden eyes shining with a newfound respect. "It seems you have all been busy as well. Your auras… they are much stronger."
Zhang Tian stood and bowed respectfully. "Senior Dugu Bo. We have consolidated our gains. It is time for us to return to the sect."
Dugu Bo was surprised but nodded in agreement. "Very well." He raised a hand, and his immense spirit power enveloped them, lifting them into the air. As they began to ascend, Zhang Tian spoke again.
"Senior, a word of advice. This garden, the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well… it is a treasure beyond measure. You must conceal it. If someone with my knowledge were to stumble upon it, you would be in great danger."
Dugu Bo was startled by the warning but nodded seriously. "But what of the herbs? I do not know their properties. How should I use them?"
"I will provide you with the information you need," Zhang Tian said. He produced a thick, leather-bound booklet from his storage ring. "This is a copy of the Breaking Clan's complete herb compendium. It details the properties and uses of every plant in this garden. However," he added, "this knowledge is a gift. In return, I ask that you continue to care for this place. And in the future, if I require a specific herb for my research, I hope you will be willing to provide it."
Dugu Bo's golden eyes widened. The complete knowledge of the Breaking Clan? It was another priceless treasure. "Of course!" he agreed instantly. "Take whatever you want! Take all of it! This place is of little use to me now that my poison is cured. The two remaining Earth Dragon Golden Melons are more than enough for my Yan Yan. With them, her spirit will become even stronger than my own!"
Zhang Tian smiled. "On that note, Senior, a final word of caution. The medicinal energy of these immortal herbs is immense. You must only feed your granddaughter one of the melons for now. Let her absorb its energy completely over the next few years before you even consider giving her the second. To consume too much, too quickly, without a special method to digest the energy… it could be disastrous for her."
Dugu Bo's expression turned serious. He knew the boy was right. He had felt the terrifying power of the melon firsthand. He didn't ask for the "special method." He knew that some secrets were not meant to be shared. He simply nodded his thanks.
With a final, powerful surge of spirit power, Dugu Bo carried them into the sky, a green meteor streaking away from the secret valley, leaving the garden of rebirth to its peaceful, silent growth.
He deposited them gently at the main gates of the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect, and with a final, grateful nod to Zhang Tian, he turned and shot back into the sky, a black-haired Poison Douluo eager to share his miraculous good fortune with his beloved granddaughter.
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A/N: Check out my other novels like "Harem Master: Seduction System" and the "Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist" and I hope you like this story and those stories as well.
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