Before the sunlight could fully penetrate the thin mist at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, the stone door of the secret cave slowly opened.
Yang Guo stepped out naked, with only faint fluctuations of true qi remaining on his body. The three-day trial had made the Emperor's True Qi within him even more condensed. The thick, long, enormous object between his legs stood tall and erect in the morning light, veins bulging, the tip still glistening with wetness. Outside the cave, the female disciples of the Tianyu Sect were already kneeling, nearly sixty bewitching women with lowered eyes and submissive expressions. At the very front, eighteen women were exceptionally beautiful and peerless in allure—these were the sect's direct subordinates: the Twelve Flower Envoys and several elder-level figures.
Saintess Furong stepped forward, her beautiful eyes holding both reverence and an uncontrollable hunger. Her voice trembled slightly: 'We pay our respects to the Sect Master. Three days have passed, Yang Guo... no, Sect Master has passed the trial. From today onward, the entire Tianyu Sect obeys your command.'
Yang Guo's gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on Cheng Yaojia. She was draped in a thin pink gauze, faint red marks from the ropes of the previous night still visible on her skin, yet her eyes were utterly soft and submissive. Seeing him look her way, Cheng Yaojia immediately knelt even lower, her voice sweet and cloying: "Master... your slave Jia has prepared everything in the sect."
Yang Guo chuckled softly and raised his hand in a beckoning gesture. Cheng Yaojia understood and rose to her feet, pressing close to his side. Her slender hand naturally grasped the still-energetic meat rod and began to gently stroke it. The breathing of the surrounding women suddenly grew heavier, yet not one dared to look up and meet his gaze directly.
“Bring two people over first.” Yang Guo spoke flatly.
Furong understood and raised her hand to point. Huang Ying and Bai He, the first two among the Twelve Flower Envoys, immediately stepped forward. Both were already completely naked, their skin glowing with a honeyed sheen in the morning light. Huang Ying's pair of huge breasts swayed heavily, her nipples already erect; Bai He appeared more slender and alluring, the area between her legs glistening wet.
Without further ado, Yang Guo directly sat down on the smooth stone platform not far from the cave entrance. Huang Ying was the first to straddle him, placing her hands on his chest, aligning her dripping wet cave with the thick, long meat rod, and slowly lowering herself onto it.
“Ah... Sect Master... too big...” Huang Ying tilted her head back, long hair spilling down, her voice soft and seductive, “Yingying’s cunt... is going to be split open...”
Yang Guo cupped her full buttocks with both hands and thrust upward. The moment he buried himself completely inside, Huang Ying's entire body shuddered violently. Lewd fluids trickled down from their joined area, dripping onto the stone platform. She began to ride him up and down, her movements shifting from clumsy to increasingly frantic. A pair of large breasts swayed violently before his eyes. Yang Guo opened his mouth, took one nipple inside, and sucked and nibbled forcefully.
“Ah... ah... Sect Master... harder... ram through Yingying... ah...”
Huang Ying cried out, speeding up, her fleshy hole repeatedly swallowing the thick, long penis, emitting sticky, wet sounds. Yang Guo also no longer held back, thrusting his waist and abdomen upward with force, each time accurately hitting the core. Huang Ying soon reached climax, her body tensing, her fleshy hole contracting wildly, the splattering fluid wetting both their lower abdomens.
Yang Guo, however, didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. He laid the limp Huang Ying down on the stone platform and replaced her with Bai He, who had long been burning with desire behind him.
Baihe proactively lay down, raising her round buttocks high, using her own hands to part her damp, fleshy lips: 'Master... please fuck Baihe to death... shoot your semen into my womb...'
Yang Guo thrust forward and entered. Bai He's cave was somewhat tighter than Huang Ying's, yet equally astonishingly slippery. He clasped her slender waist with both hands and began thrusting with wide, powerful strokes. The sound of flesh slapping echoed through the valley, mingling with Bai He's high and low wanton cries.
“Ah... so deep... the Sect Master’s cock... hit the flower heart... ah... harder... fuck this slut to death...”
Baihe's long hair swayed with the motion, sweat trickling down her spine. Yang Guo leaned over, pressing her down, one hand reaching around to knead that pair of soft, large breasts, the other hand probing to where their bodies joined, teasing the swollen clitoris. Under the dual stimulation, Baihe soon screamed, climaxing again, her fleshy hole spasming and clenching tightly around the invading cock.
Yet, Yang Guo still hadn't released. He withdrew his dripping wet meat rod and had the two Flower Envoirs kneel side by side before him. Huang Ying and Bai He immediately understood and extended their tongues, licking the thick, long organ covered in lewd fluids from left and right. The two cooperated seamlessly; one took the glans deep into her throat, swallowing and releasing, while the other licked the scrotum and shaft. Saliva and lewd fluids mixed, forming long, thin silver strands.
“Cult Master... shoot for us...” Huang Ying lifted her dazed, seductive eyes, her voice hoarse.
Yang Guo pressed down on the backs of their heads and thrust his hips forward. Scalding hot semen shot out, most of it into Huang Ying's mouth, the rest splattering onto Bai He's exquisitely beautiful face and large breasts. Unable to swallow fast enough, semen trickled from the corners of their mouths, yet they still greedily continued licking, swallowing every last trace of the white, turbid fluid.
Cheng Yaojia watched from the side, her legs going weak, her lower body already soaked. Yang Guo glanced at her, and she immediately crawled over, using her own body to wipe the still semi-hard member of the Cult Master clean, then gently took it into her mouth to clean it.
“Master... the Twelve Flower Attendants are all waiting for you.” She raised her head, her eyes full of submission and anticipation. “From now on, the Tianyu Sect is all the Master’s harem.”
Yang Guo reached out to stroke her cheek and said in a low voice, 'Return to the sect first. Prepare all the Flower Envoys. Tonight, not a single one will escape.'
Cheng Yaojia licked her lips, her voice sickly sweet: "Yes, Master. Jianu will make them all, one by one, become sex slaves just like Jianu."
Gradually, the suppressed yet excited breathing of the female crowd rose in the valley. The sun finally rose completely, illuminating Yang Guo's naked and powerful body, and also illuminating those eyes that had already completely succumbed to lust.
The new era of the Heavenly Desire Sect truly began at this moment.
And Yang Guo's still spirited, thick, long cock beneath him would become the sole scepter running through the entire sect.
The new era of the Heavenly Desire Sect truly began at this moment.
And Yang Guo's still spirited, thick, long cock beneath him would become the sole scepter running through the entire sect.
The morning light completely dispelled the thin mist over Zhongnan Mountain. Yang Guo was in no hurry to dress, allowing Cheng Yaojia and the two flower attendants he had just passionately loved to serve him by his side. Huang Ying and Bai He still had traces of mixed fluids between their legs, their skin covered in marks from their lovemaking, but they had regained some strength, supporting his arms on either side like the most docile concubines.
"Pass the order down." Yang Guo's voice was calm, yet carried unquestionable authority. "Starting today, all the women of Tianyu Cult will take this seat as their sole master. The Twelve Flower Attendants will take turns serving in bed. The remaining female disciples will be trained in batches according to merit and looks. Those who violate this shall be punished according to the sect rules."
Saintess Furong knelt at the front, her beautiful eyes lowered: 'Yes, Sect Master. Your subordinate will go arrange it immediately.'
Yang Guo raised his hand, signaling her to come closer. Fu Rong hesitated for a moment but then approached on her knees. Yang Guo looked down at her, then suddenly reached out, lifted her chin, and brushed his thumb over her slightly trembling lower lip.
“You are the Holy Maiden, and your position is special. Stay here for tonight first and remain by my side. Everyone else, return to the main altar first to prepare for the succession ceremony.”
Furong's cheeks instantly flushed crimson, but she did not refuse. She replied softly, 'Yes... Sect Master.'
Cheng Yaojia watched from the side, her eyes flickering slightly, but she quickly lowered her head, her voice soft as water: "Master is wise. Jianu will immediately present all the sect's secret manuals and registers."
Yang Guo patted her buttocks. "Go. Summon all Twelve Flower Envoirs to wait in this master's bedchamber. Not a single one missing."
The women all dispersed as ordered. Only Yang Guo, Cheng Yaojia, Huang Ying, Baihe, and Furong remained in the valley. Yang Guo did not hurry to leave, but sat down again on the smooth stone platform right there. His cock swayed slightly in the morning breeze, still half-hard.
“Huang Ying, Lily, continue.”
The two flower attendants immediately understood. Huang Ying bent down and took the glans into her mouth, gently sucking and swallowing; Baihe knelt beside her, using her soft giant breasts to sandwich the shaft and rub it up and down. The two worked in perfect coordination, and soon they had that massive thing fully erect again. Yang Guo let out a low breath and pressed Huang Ying’s back of the head, making her do a deep-throat. Tears welled up at the corners of Huang Ying’s eyes, yet she still tried to relax her throat, making a “gulu” water sound.
Furong knelt to the side watching, her legs unconsciously tightening. Cheng Yaojia, meanwhile, actively crawled behind Yang Guo, pressing her ample breasts against his back, her hands reaching around to the front to knead her own nipples, emitting faint moans so that her master could hear and become even more excited.
During ejaculation, Yang Guo did not pull out. The hot semen poured directly into Huang Ying's throat. Huang Ying swallowed it all, licked the corner of her mouth, and then leaned contentedly against his leg. Lily, not to be outdone, immediately took over, licking the remaining white fluid clean.
“Let’s go.” Yang Guo finally stood up. “Back to the main altar.”
The main altar of the Heavenly Desire Sect was built in a secluded valley in the heart of Zhongnan Mountain. After the stone gate mechanism opened, there was a whole other world inside. Pavilions and towers were built along the mountain, with hot springs and flowering trees everywhere, and a faint fragrance lingering in the air. The female disciples had already lined up and waited, each dressed in scant clothing, revealing大片 snow-white skin. Seeing Yang Guo arrive naked, his enormous member still brimming with vigor, everyone’s breathing grew unsteady.
The succession ceremony was brief. Furong read the sect's final decree, confirming that the Emperor's True Qi within Yang Guo was indeed passed down from the first-generation sect master. Subsequently, all female members knelt and hailed, 'Long live the Sect Master.' Yang Guo merely nodded faintly, his gaze falling upon the Twelve Flower Envoys.
The twelve flower attendants each had their own grace. Aside from Huang Ying and Lily, who had already served in bed, the remaining ten were: Red Plum, Snow Lotus, Purple Myrtle, Autumn Chrysanthemum, Begonia, Lilac, Peony, Jasmine, Rose, and Camellia. Each one was a rare beauty selected from ten thousand, born with an alluring骨, their eyes carrying both reverence and an uncontrollable desire.
After the grand ceremony ended, Yang Guo walked straight toward the cult leader’s sleeping quarters. Cheng Yaojia followed considerately behind, while Furong was casually held back by him. Huang Ying and Lily also followed up, and the other flower attendants were told to come later.
The bedchamber was spacious and luxurious, with a huge soft couch in the center, large enough to accommodate ten people. Calming incense burned around the room, and the air carried a faint sweet,腥 smell. As soon as Yang Guo entered, he lay down, his erect penis standing tall.
“Furong, come here.”
The saint bit her lip and took off the already thin clothes on her body. Her figure was even more mature and plump than the flower attendants', with a pair of heavy breasts, darker nipples, and moisture already between her thighs. She straddled him, put one hand on the thick, long shaft, and slowly lowered herself down.
“Ah... Sect Master... too thick...” Furong gasped with her head raised, beautiful eyes half-closed, “This subordinate’s cunt... is going to be filled to overflowing...”
Yang Guo cupped her buttocks with both hands and thrust upward. He buried himself completely inside. Fu Rong let out a long, seductive moan, her body trembling violently. She began to rise and fall, her movements starting slow and gradually speeding up. Her large breasts swayed violently before his eyes. Yang Guo opened his mouth, took one nipple inside, and sucked forcefully, while his other hand kneaded the other breast.
Cheng Yaojia knelt to the side, actively leaning down to lick the area where the two were joined. Her agile tongue attended to Yang Guo's scrotum and occasionally flicked over Furong's swollen clitoris. The dual stimulation quickly brought Furong to climax, her fluids splashing onto Yang Guo's lower abdomen.
Yang Guo, however, didn't let her rest. He flipped Fu Rong over, changing to a doggy-style position, clasped her waist with both hands, and began thrusting with wide, powerful strokes. Each impact was deep and heavy. Fu Rong's wanton cries grew louder and louder, and she soon climaxed for the second time.
During ejaculation, Yang Guo poured everything into her body. Furong lay softly on the bed, white fluid slowly flowing from between her legs. Cheng Yaojia immediately stepped forward, licking the spilled semen clean with her tongue, then taking the still semi-hard cock into her mouth for careful cleaning.
“Master... you’re still hard...” Cheng Yaojia lifted her seductive eyes, her voice so soft it seemed ready to drip water. “Do you want Jia Slave to serve you again?”
Yang Guo patted her head. "Call Hong Mei and Xue Lian in."
Soon, Hongmei and Xuelian were brought in. Hongmei's skin was as white as snow, her delicate breasts small yet extremely sensitive; Xuelian was voluptuous and passionate, her eyes full of hunger. As soon as they entered, they knelt and paid their respects, then proactively climbed onto the bed.
Yang Guo had Hong Mei lie down, legs apart. He didn't rush to enter, but first used his fingers to probe her tight flesh cave, slowly expanding it. Hong Mei whimpered and twisted her waist, quickly becoming utterly wet. When he truly thrust in, Hong Mei let out a faint, tearful cry:
“Cult Master... so big... Hongmei... so full...”
Yang Guo's movements were slow, yet each thrust reached the deepest point. Hong Mei's body gradually adapted, and her moans of pleasure shifted from pain to joy. Xue Lian knelt beside them, using her large breasts to sandwich Yang Guo's hand, allowing him to knead them freely, while she herself reached out to fondle Hong Mei's nipples.
The three of them were entangled together. Yang Guo first ejaculated once inside Hong Mei’s body, then withdrew and made Xue Lian lie down properly before entering her from behind. Xue Lian’s flesh hole was hot and tight, sucking at his cock. He thrust faster and faster, and Xue Lian’s wanton cries also grew more and more lewd:
“Leader…… harder…… fuck Xuelian to death…… shoot your semen in here…… ah……”
At climax, Xuelian's whole body convulsed, her flesh cave contracting wildly. Yang Guo roared and ejaculated again.
The time that followed almost became a prolonged feast of flesh.
The twelve flower attendants were summoned in batches. Ziwei and Qiudju served together, one performing oral sex, the other rubbing her body against him; Haitang and Dingxiang were pressed onto the couch by him at the same time, attacking from both sides; Mudan and Moli took turns riding him of their own initiative, until both reached orgasm and collapsed limp; Meigui and Chahua were simply tied up with ropes by him before being violently penetrated from behind, their moans echoing through the bedroom.
Cheng Yaojia remained by his side throughout, responsible for cleaning, lubrication, and occasionally joining in. Her body had long been trained to be extremely sensitive; just a casual touch from Yang Guo would make her willingly part her legs seeking pleasure. Furong watched from the side, occasionally being pulled over for kisses or caresses. The Holy Maiden's reserve was gradually worn away until she, too, actively knelt down to serve that tireless member with her mouth.
Late at night, the sleeping palace was filled with traces of lovemaking. The twelve flower attendants were lying all over the place, legs parted, their skin covered in fingertip marks and kiss marks. Yang Guo leaned against the couch, Cheng Yaojia nestled beside him, gently massaging the soreness in his waist.
“Master... they have all completely submitted.” Cheng Yaojia said with satisfaction. “From now on, the Tianyu Sect is the Master’s harem. As long as the Master wishes, you can take in their essence anytime, and release yourself anytime.”
Yang Guo closed his eyes, sensing the Emperor's True Qi within his body becoming more condensed due to continuous dual cultivation. He said softly: 'Starting tomorrow, train the remaining female disciples according to the roster. Those with high achievements take priority; those with outstanding looks receive focused cultivation. This seat will make the entire Tianyu Sect into a true kingdom of desire.'
Cheng Yaojia kissed his chest: "Yes, Master. Jianu will arrange everything properly."
Outside the window, the night wind of Zhongnan Mountain blows. Yet inside the bedchamber, it remains as warm as spring, filled with the intense scent of a man and a woman.
Yang Guo's fingers unconsciously slid along Cheng Yaojia's smooth back, coming to rest on her full buttocks, giving them a gentle squeeze. Cheng Yaojia immediately understood and actively turned over, straddling him. Her soft, wet cave once again engulfed the massive member that had just been resting.
“Master... Jia Slave still wants more...”
Yang Guo opened his eyes, looked at her intoxicated expression, and suddenly smiled.
“Then do it yourself.”
Cheng Yaojia began to slowly rise and fall. Her movements were gentle and ingratiating, each descent taking the member to its deepest point. Yang Guo enjoyed her service, but his gaze had already passed over her, landing on the Flower Envoys who were still panting softly.
The night of the Heavenly Desire Sect has only just begun.
And his conquest would also continue, one after another, never stopping.
The next morning, sunlight once again streamed into the bedchamber.
When Yang Guo awoke, there was no one beside him. Cheng Yaojia had gotten up at some unknown time and prepared hot water and clean clothes for him. The Twelve Flower Envoys had also been properly settled; some had returned to their own quarters to rest, while others remained in the outer chamber awaiting summons at any time.
After washing up, he changed into a simple black outfit and came to the council hall. Furong and several elders were already waiting. The register, secret manuals, and the inventory of the sect's properties were all presented.
Yang Guo flipped through it once, his tone calm: 'From today onward, all dual cultivation techniques within the sect shall be based on the Emperor's True Qi. When female disciples cultivate, they shall prioritize cooperating with this seat. At other times, they may practice seduction and absorption techniques on their own, but the final results must all be offered to this seat.'
Everyone answered in unison.
In the afternoon, the first batch of selected female disciples was brought into a specially prepared training room. There were all kinds of ropes, soft couches, and special instruments arranged there. Yang Guo personally came to the scene and selected five of the more attractive ones.
The training process was not rushed. He first had them watch a demonstration by the Twelve Flower Envoys—Huang Ying was suspended by ropes, legs spread wide, allowing Yang Guo to slowly penetrate her with his cock; Bai He knelt on the ground, carefully cleaning with her mouth the cock that had just withdrawn from Huang Ying's body. The female disciples watched with flushed faces and racing hearts, their lower bodies becoming wet involuntarily.
Afterwards, Yang Guo took them one by one. Some were initially shy but quickly broke down into wanton moans under continuous stimulation; others were naturally sensitive and reached climax repeatedly soon after being entered. Yang Guo was not in a hurry to ejaculate inside each one; instead, he took turns thrusting, bringing all five to orgasm before finally choosing the tightest one to release everything into.
At dusk, the training room was already a complete mess. The female disciples lay limply, their eyes empty yet satisfied. Cheng Yaojia took care of the cleanup, softly comforting them while also recording each person’s reactions and potential.
“Master, among these five, two are especially gifted.” Cheng Yaojia reported, her eyes shining brightly. “They can be重点 cultivated; in the future they may become new Flower Attendants.”
Yang Guo nodded. "Continue. Arrange a group each day. Within a month, this master wants half the women in the sect to personally experience this master's taste."
Days passed like this, one by one.
During the day, Yang Guo handles sect affairs, occasionally guiding female disciples in cultivation; at night, he immerses himself in endless carnal desires. The Twelve Flower Envoys take turns serving him in bed, sometimes alone, sometimes multiple at once. The Lotus Saintess also gradually sheds all restraint, actively learning various techniques to please. Cheng Yaojia remains the most贴身 (intimate/closest) one, responsible for arrangements, cleanup, and using the gentlest ways to help him release when he is most tired.
A month later, the atmosphere in Tianyu Jiao had completely changed.
When women walked, their legs would go weak, and when they spoke, their voices carried a sultry note. Whenever Yang Guo appeared, everyone’s gaze would involuntarily follow the area beneath his waist. Some would even deliberately reveal their moist groin as he passed, letting out inviting gasps.
Yang Guo accepted all who came.
His Emperor’s true qi advanced by leaps and bounds because of the continuous dual cultivation, and his cultivation far surpassed before. And Tianyu Sect truly became his alone, an empire of desire.
One late night, Yang Guo stood on the balcony of the bedchamber, overlooking the entire valley. Behind him, Cheng Yaojia, naked, leaned over, her arms encircling his waist, her cheek pressed against his back.
“Master... are you happy?”
Yang Guo took her hand and brought it to his crotch. It was hard and erect again.
“Not enough yet.” He said softly, “What I want is for the whole mountain, the whole martial world, to be stained with my scent.”
Cheng Yaojia smiled softly, her voice as gentle as a whisper: 'Then, Jianu... will accompany her master in turning this world into our bed.'
The night wind blew past, carrying the warm vapor of a distant hot spring and a faint, fishy sweetness.
Yang Guo turned around, pressed her against the railing, and entered her from behind again. Cheng Yaojia let out a long, satisfied moan, gripping the railing tightly with both hands, actively meeting his thrusts from behind.
Under the moonlight, their figures overlapped.
Deep in the valley, from the dormitories of other female disciples, faint, suppressed gasps tinged with longing could also be heard.
They were thinking of the same person.
That thick, long flesh rod, which had already become the only scepter of the Heavenly Desire Cult.
The story is still continuing. And the abyss of desire has only just revealed its true outline.
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