The central arena of the Heavenly Sword Sect was already buzzing at dawn.
Hundreds of outer and inner disciples gathered in loose rings around the dueling platforms, swords drawn, qi flaring in practice forms. The morning sun slanted across polished stone, turning sweat into glittering beads. Elders watched from shaded pavilions, sipping spirit tea and critiquing techniques with detached boredom.
Ye Wei arrived last.
He wore the same plain outer disciple robes—now stretched tight across broader shoulders, muscles subtly defined from the system's forced refinement. No one mocked him today. Whispers followed instead.
"Is that… Ye Wei?"
"He looks different. Stronger?"
"Must have taken some forbidden pill. Pathetic cheat."
He ignored them, eyes scanning the crowd until they locked on the far platform.
Ling Xue'er stood alone at the center, sword in hand, posture rigid as ever. Her black hair was pulled into a high ponytail again, crimson streaks catching the light. She wore fresh inner disciple robes—midnight silk embroidered with silver swords—but the fabric clung too tightly, outlining every exaggerated curve: breasts straining the chest ties, hips swaying with each controlled breath. Her face was a perfect mask of cold composure.
Only Ye Wei saw the faint tremor in her fingers. Only he noticed the way her thighs pressed together every few seconds, as though fighting an invisible ache.
The system chimed softly in his mind.
[Temporary Mark active: Target experiences phantom pleasure on name mention / visual contact. Intensity: High.]
[Mission: Public Begging – Complete within the hour. Reward pending.]
Ye Wei stepped onto the platform.
Disciples parted like water.
Ling Tianhao—Xiao Mei's new fiancé and the sect's golden boy—stood at the edge, arms crossed, smirking.
"Well, well. Trash decided to show his face. Come to watch real cultivators?"
Ye Wei didn't answer. His gaze stayed on Ling Xue'er.
She met it—and immediately flushed crimson from neck to ears. Her sword tip dipped half an inch.
The crowd noticed.
Murmurs rippled.
Ye Wei stopped three paces away.
"Xue'er."
Her name left his lips like a command.
She gasped—soft, involuntary. Her knees buckled for a split second before she caught herself. Between her thighs, a dark spot bloomed on the silk, faint but unmistakable to anyone looking closely.
The arena went quiet.
Ling Tianhao frowned. "What the hell is this?"
Ye Wei ignored him.
"Kneel."
Ling Xue'er's sword clattered to the stone.
She dropped—hard—knees slamming down, palms flat on the platform. Head bowed, ponytail spilling over one shoulder, breasts heaving with rapid breaths.
The crowd exploded.
"What the fuck?!"
"Ling Xue'er… kneeling to trash?!"
"Is she possessed?!"
Ye Wei stepped closer, boots inches from her bowed head.
"Speak."
Her voice came out small, wrecked, trembling.
"Please… Master Ye Wei…" She swallowed, tears already gathering. "I… I need your cock again. I can't stop thinking about it. My body… it burns for you. Please… use me. Right here. In front of everyone."
Silence.
Then chaos.
Disciples shouted. Elders stood from their seats. Ling Tianhao's face twisted into fury.
"You bitch! What are you—"
Ye Wei moved.
One hand tangled in her ponytail, yanking her head back so the entire arena could see her tear-streaked face.
"Again," he said calmly. "Louder."
Ling Xue'er sobbed once—then obeyed.
"I'm your whore, Master!" she cried, voice carrying across the stone. "I hate that I want it… but I need your thick cock inside me! Please fuck your worthless slut in front of the sect! Breed me! Make them watch!"
The arena froze.
Ye Wei released her hair.
She stayed on her knees, trembling, cunt visibly clenching beneath the soaked robes.
He turned to the crowd.
"Anyone object?"
No one spoke.
Ling Tianhao stepped forward, sword drawn, qi flaring Core Formation peak.
"You dare humiliate my fiancée's friend? I'll cut you—"
Ye Wei didn't look at him.
He simply reached down, gripped Ling Xue'er's robe collar, and ripped it open in one brutal motion.
Enormous breasts spilled free—high, heavy, nipples stiff and dark. The silk tore down the front, exposing her to the waist.
She moaned—loud, shameless—as cool morning air hit her skin.
The crowd gasped.
Some turned away. Most stared, frozen.
Ye Wei shoved her forward onto hands and knees.
Her ass lifted instinctively—wide hips presented, thighs spread, soaked cunt glistening in the sunlight.
He freed his cock—already rock-hard—and pressed the head against her entrance.
"Look at them," he ordered. "Let them see what happens to arrogant bitches who think they're above trash."
Ling Xue'er lifted her head.
Tears streamed, but her eyes were glazed with need.
"I'm… Master's cumdump…" she whimpered to the crowd. "Watch me… get ruined…"
Ye Wei slammed in.
She screamed—ecstasy and shame in equal measure.
He fucked her hard from behind—each thrust slapping wetly against her ass, balls smacking her clit. Her breasts swung wildly beneath her, nipples grazing the stone platform.
Disciples backed away, but no one left.
Elders shouted for order—then fell silent as her cries grew louder.
"Harder… Master… please… destroy me…"
Ye Wei grabbed her ponytail again, yanking her head back so her arched spine thrust her chest forward.
"Cum," he commanded. "Show them how easily you break for me."
She shattered.
Her pussy clamped down like a vice—squirting in violent arcs across the platform, soaking his thighs and the stone beneath them.
The crowd gasped again—some men visibly hard, others horrified.
Ye Wei didn't stop.
He pounded through her orgasm, chasing his own.
When he came, he buried himself deep—flooding her womb with thick, hot ropes of cum.
She collapsed forward, ass still raised, seed leaking out in slow, obscene drips.
He pulled out, cock glistening.
Then he turned to Ling Tianhao.
The young master's sword trembled in his grip.
"You… you animal—"
Ye Wei stepped off the platform, robes still open, cock hanging heavy.
He walked straight to Ling Tianhao.
No qi flare. No technique.
Just a single, open-handed slap.
The crack echoed across the arena.
Ling Tianhao's head snapped sideways. Blood trickled from his lip.
He dropped to one knee.
Ye Wei leaned down.
"Next time you speak to me," he said quietly, "it's 'Young Master Ye.' Understand?"
Ling Tianhao nodded—shaking.
The system chimed.
[Mission: Public Begging – Complete!]
[Reward: +3 major realms → Foundation Establishment 3]
[Slave Collar Artifact (Basic) acquired – Bind to target for permanent obedience boost + remote pleasure control.]
[Conquest Points +800]
[Ling Xue'er Obedience → 78%. Lust Meter locked at 100%.]
[New Title Unlocked: Arena Breaker – All future public conquests grant x2 rewards.]
Ye Wei looked back at the platform.
Ling Xue'er remained on all fours—cum dripping, body trembling, eyes locked on him with desperate adoration.
He walked back, crouched, and fastened the thin black collar around her throat. A small blue gem glowed at the center.
She whimpered as it locked—another small orgasm rippling through her.
"Good girl," he whispered.
Then he stood.
The arena was silent.
Ye Wei addressed the crowd one last time.
"From today forward, Ling Xue'er belongs to me. Anyone who touches her… dies
."
No one argued.
He turned and walked away—power surging, cock still slick, the broken genius crawling behind him on hands and knees.
The trash had just become the apex predator.
And the sect would never be the same.