Before the sunlight could fully penetrate the thin mist beneath 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 refined. The thick, long giant member between his legs stood tall and erect in the morning light, veins bulging, the tip still glistening with moisture. Outside the cave, the female members of the Tianyu Sect were already kneeling in full attendance—nearly sixty enchanting women with lowered eyes and submissive expressions. At the very front were eighteen women of unparalleled beauty, precisely the sect's direct subordinates: the twelve Flower Envoys and several elder-level figures.
Saintess Furong took a step forward, her beautiful eyes holding both reverence and an irrepressible hunger. Her voice trembled slightly: "We pay our respects to the Sect Master. Three days have passed. Yang Guo... no, Sect Master, you have passed the trial. From this day forth, 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, her skin still bearing faint red marks from the ropes of the previous night, yet her eyes were utterly soft and submissive. Seeing him look over, Cheng Yaojia immediately knelt even lower, her voice sweet and syrupy: 'Master... your slave Jia has prepared everything in the sect.'
Yang Guo chuckled softly and raised his hand in a slight gesture. Cheng Yaojia understood and stood up, moving close to his side. Her delicate hand naturally grasped the still energetic cock and gently stroked it. The breathing of the surrounding female followers suddenly grew heavier, but not one dared to look up directly.
“Bring two people over first.” Yang Guo said calmly.
Furong understood and raised a hand to point. Huang Ying and Bai He, the first 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 massive breasts swayed heavily, her nipples already erect; Bai He appeared more slender and alluring, the area between her legs glistening wetly.
Without further ado, Yang Guo directly sat down on a smooth stone platform not far from the cave entrance. Huang Ying was the first to straddle him, her hands braced on his chest, her dripping wet flesh cave aligning with that thick, long meat rod, slowly lowering herself onto it.
“Ah... Cult Master... too big...” Huang Ying lifted her head, long hair spread loose, her voice soft and seductive. “Yingying's cunt... is going to be stretched apart...”
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... Cult Master... harder... pierce through Yingying... ah...”
Huang Ying cried out, urging him to speed up. Her fleshy hole swallowed the thick, long meat rod again and again, emitting sticky, wet sounds. Yang Guo no longer held back, thrusting his hips upward with force, each time hitting her core precisely. Huang Ying soon reached climax, her body tensing, her fleshy hole contracting wildly, the gushing fluid soaking 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.
Lily proactively lay down, arching her round buttocks high, using her own hands to part her moist, fleshy folds: "Master... please fuck Lily to death... shoot your semen into my womb..."
Yang Guo thrust in. Baihe's flesh cave was tighter than Huang Ying's, yet equally astonishingly wet and slippery. He gripped her slender waist with both hands and began thrusting vigorously. The sound of flesh slapping echoed through the valley, mingling with Baihe's high and low moans of pleasure.
“Ah... so deep... the Cult Master's cock... hit the core of the flower... ah... harder... fuck this slut to death...”
Lily'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 her pair of soft, large breasts, the other hand probing to where they were joined, teasing her swollen clitoris. Under the dual stimulation, Lily 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.
“Sect Leader... give it to us...” Huang Ying raised her dazed, seductive eyes, her voice hoarse.
Yang Guo pressed the backs of both their heads and thrust his hips forward. Scalding semen shot out, most of it into Huang Ying's mouth, the rest splattering onto Baihe's stunningly beautiful face and ample 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 fluid.
Cheng Yaojia, watching from the side, felt her legs go weak, her lower body already soaked. Yang Guo glanced at her, and she immediately crawled over, using her own body to clean the still semi-hard member of the sect leader, then gently took it into her mouth to clean.
“Master…… the Twelve Flower Envoys are all waiting for you.” She raised her head, her eyes full of submission and expectation. “From now on, Tianyu Cult will be the master’s harem.”
Yang Guo reached out to caress her cheek and said softly, "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 become sex slaves just like Jianu.'
Gradually, the suppressed yet excited breathing of the women began to rise in the valley. The sun finally rose completely, illuminating Yang Guo's naked and formidable body, as well as those utterly captivated, alluring eyes.
The new era of the Heavenly Desire Sect truly began from this moment.
And the thick, long, still spirited cock between Yang Guo's legs would become the sole scepter running through the entire sect.
The new era of the Heavenly Desire Sect truly began from this moment.
And the thick, long, still spirited cock between Yang Guo's legs would become the sole scepter running through the entire sect.
The morning light completely dispersed the thin mist over Mount Zhongnan. Yang Guo was in no hurry to dress, allowing Cheng Yaojia and the two flower attendants, who had just been thoroughly pleasured by him, to attend to him. Huang Ying and Bai He still had traces of mixed fluids and semen between their legs, their skin covered with post-lovemaking redness, 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 women of the Sky-Desire Cult shall take This Seat as their only master. The Twelve Flower Envoys will take turns serving in bed; the rest of the female disciples will be trained in batches according to merit and appearance. 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. This subordinate will go and make the arrangements immediately."
Yang Guo raised his hand, signaling her to come closer. Furong hesitated for a moment but then approached on her knees. Yang Guo glanced down at her, suddenly reached out to lift her chin, and his thumb brushed over her slightly trembling lower lip.
"You are the Saintess; your position is special. Stay here tonight and keep me company by my side. As for the others, return to the main altar first to prepare for the succession ceremony."
Furong's cheeks instantly flushed crimson, but she did not refuse. She responded softly: "Yes... Sect Master."
Cheng Yaojia, watching from the side, had a slight flicker in her eyes but quickly lowered her head, her voice soft as water: 'Master is wise. Jianu will now present all the sect's secret manuals and registers.'
Yang Guo patted her buttocks: 'Go. Summon all twelve Flower Envoys to wait in my bedchamber. Not a single one missing.'
The women all dispersed at his command. In the valley, only Yang Guo, Cheng Yaojia, Huang Ying, Baihe, and Furong remained. Yang Guo did not rush off, but sat down again right there on the smooth stone platform. 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 together. 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 to make her master 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 contentedly leaned against his leg. Bai He, not to be outdone, immediately took over, licking every last trace of 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 hidden valley deep within the Zhongnan Mountains. After the stone door mechanism opened, a different world was revealed inside. Pavilions were built against the mountain, with hot springs and flowering trees everywhere, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance. The female followers were already lined up waiting, each dressed scantily, revealing large areas of snow-white skin. Seeing Yang Guo arrive naked, his massive member below still standing proud, everyone's breathing became somewhat ragged.
The succession ceremony was brief. Furong read the sect's last will, confirming that the imperial qi within Yang Guo was indeed passed down from the first-generation sect leader. Subsequently, all female members knelt and shouted, 'Long live the sect leader!' Yang Guo merely nodded faintly, his gaze falling upon the Twelve Flower Envoys.
The Twelve Flower Attendants each had their own charm. Besides Huang Ying and Lily, who had already served in bed, the remaining ten were: Red Plum, Snow Lotus, Crape Myrtle, Autumn Chrysanthemum, Begonia, Jasmine, Peony, Lily, Rose, and Camellia. Every one of them was a stunning beauty chosen from ten thousand, born with seductive bones, their eyes showing both awe and uncontrollable desire.
After the grand ceremony, Yang Guo went directly to the sect leader's bedchamber. Cheng Yaojia followed attentively behind, while Furong was casually pulled along by him. Huang Ying and Bai He also followed. The other flower attendants were instructed 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, filling the air with a faint, sweet, metallic scent. As soon as Yang Guo entered, he lay down, his erect penis standing tall.
“Furong, come here.”
The saintess bit her lip and removed her already thin clothing. Her figure was more mature and voluptuous than the flower maidens', with a pair of heavy, large breasts, darker areolas, and dampness already between her legs. She straddled him, one hand supporting the thick, long meat rod, slowly sitting down.
“Ah... Cult Master... too thick...” Furong gasped with her head raised, beautiful eyes half-closed. “This subordinate's cunt... is going to be filled to the brim...”
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, leaning forward to lick the area where the two were joined. Her agile tongue attended to Yang Guo's scrotum, occasionally also licking Furong's swollen clitoris. The dual stimulation quickly brought Furong to climax, her fluids splashing onto Yang Guo's lower abdomen.
But Yang Guo didn't let her rest. He flipped Fu Rong over into a doggy-style position, held her waist with both hands, and thrust with wide, heavy strokes. Each impact was deep and heavy. Fu Rong's moans grew louder and louder, and she soon climaxed a second time.
During ejaculation, Yang Guo poured everything into her. Furong lay softly on the couch, 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 penis into her mouth for careful cleaning.
“Master…… still hard……” Cheng Yajia lifted her seductive eyes, her voice so soft it seemed to drip water. “Does Jianu want to serve you once more?”
Yang Guo patted her head: 'Call Hongmei and Xuelian 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 filled with hunger. As soon as they entered, they knelt down to pay respects, then proactively climbed onto the bed.
Yang Guo had Hongmei lie down, legs apart. He didn't rush to enter, but first used his fingers to probe her tight flesh cave, slowly stretching it. Hongmei whimpered softly, twisting her waist, quickly becoming utterly wet. When he finally thrust in, Hongmei let out a faint, tearful sound:
“Sect Leader... so big... Hong Mei... so swollen...”
Yang Guo's movements were slow, but each thrust reached the deepest point. Hong Mei's body gradually adapted, and her moans of pleasure changed from pain to joy. Xue Lian knelt to the side, using her large breasts to sandwich Yang Guo's hand, letting him 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 inside Hongmei once, then pulled out and told Xuelian to lie down properly before entering her from behind. Xuelian’s pussy was hot and tight, sucking his cock. He thrust faster and faster, and Xuelian’s wanton cries grew ever more shameless:
"Master... harder... fuck Xuelian to death... shoot the semen in... ah..."
At the moment of climax, Xue Lian's entire 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 the side throughout, responsible for cleaning, lubricating, and occasionally joining in. Her body had long been trained to be extremely sensitive; with just a casual touch from Yang Guo, she would willingly part her legs seeking pleasure. Furong watched from the side, occasionally pulled over for kisses or caresses; the saintess's reserve was gradually worn away, until she too actively knelt down, serving that tireless member with her mouth.
Late at night, the bedchamber was filled with traces of lovemaking. The Twelve Flower Envoys lay scattered about, their thighs muddy, their skin covered in finger marks and kiss marks. Yang Guo leaned against the couch, Cheng Yaojia nestled beside him, gently massaging his sore waist.
“Master…… they have all completely submitted.” Cheng Yajia’s voice was satisfied. “From now on, Tianyu Cult is the master’s harem. As long as the master is willing, you can take and supplement them anytime, and release anytime.”
Yang Guo closed his eyes, feeling the Emperor's True Qi within him become more refined due to continuous dual cultivation. He whispered, 'Starting tomorrow, train the remaining female followers according to the roster. Prioritize those with high achievements, and focus on cultivating those with outstanding looks. I will make the entire Tianyu Sect a true kingdom of desire.'
Cheng Yaojia kissed his chest: 'Yes, Master. Jianu will arrange everything properly.'
Outside the window, the night wind blows over Mount Zhongnan. 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, stopping on her plump buttocks, giving them a gentle squeeze. Cheng Yaojia immediately understood, actively turned over to straddle him, her soft, wet flesh cave once again engulfing the massive member that had just rested briefly.
“Master…… Jianu still wants it……”
Yang Guo opened his eyes, looked at her enraptured expression, and suddenly smiled.
“Then do it yourself.”
Cheng Yaojia began to slowly rise and fall. Her movements were gentle and pleasing, each descent taking the member to its deepest. Yang Guo enjoyed her service, but his gaze had already passed over her, landing on those flower maidens who were still softly panting.
The night of the Heavenly Desire Sect had only just begun.
And his conquests will continue one after another, never ceasing.
The next morning, sunlight once again streamed into the bedchamber.
When Yang Guo woke up, there was no one around. Cheng Yaojia had already gotten up at some point 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 rooms, ready to be summoned at any time.
After washing up, he changed into a simple set of black clothes and came to the council hall. Furong and several elders were already waiting. The register, secret manuals, and the sect’s property inventory 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 members practice, priority is given to cooperating with me. At other times, they may practice seduction and energy absorption techniques on their own, but the final results must all be offered to me.'
Everyone answered in unison.
In the afternoon, the first batch of selected female disciples was brought into a special training room. There were various ropes, soft couches, and special instruments arranged there. Yang Guo personally came and selected five among them who looked the best.
The training process was not rushed. He first let them watch the demonstration by the Twelve Flower Envoys—Huang Ying was suspended by ropes, legs wide open, allowing Yang Guo to slowly penetrate her with his penis; Bai He knelt on the ground, carefully cleaning with her mouth the penis that had just withdrawn from Huang Ying's body. The female disciples watched with flushed faces and pounding hearts, yet their lower bodies involuntarily became wet.
Afterwards, Yang Guo took them one by one. Some were initially a bit shy but quickly broke down into wanton moans under continuous stimulation; some were naturally sensitive, climaxing repeatedly not long after being entered. Yang Guo wasn't in a hurry to ejaculate inside each one. Instead, he took turns thrusting, bringing the five to climax one after another, finally choosing the tightest one among them to release everything.
By evening, the training room was already a mess. The female disciples were lying limply, their eyes vacant yet satisfied. Cheng Yaojia handled the cleanup, softly comforting them while also recording each person’s reactions and potential.
“Master, among these five, two are especially talented.” Cheng Yajia reported, her eyes shining brightly. “They can be focused on for cultivation; in the future, they may become new Flower Envoys.”
Yang Guo nodded: 'Continue. Arrange a group each day. Within a month, I want half of the female members of the sect to personally experience my essence.'
And so the days passed one by one.
By day, Yang Guo managed academic affairs and occasionally guided the female disciples in their cultivation; by night, he was immersed in boundless carnal desire. The Twelve Flower Maidens took turns attending to him, sometimes alone, sometimes together. The Peony Saintess gradually set aside all her reserve, proactively learning various techniques to please him. Cheng Yaojia remained his closest companion, responsible for arranging matters, cleaning up, and helping him release in the gentlest way when he was most exhausted.
A month later, the atmosphere in Tianyu Jiao had completely changed.
When the female followers walked, their legs would go weak, and their voices carried a seductive tone. Whenever Yang Guo appeared, everyone's gaze would involuntarily follow the area below his waist. Some would even intentionally expose their moist inner thighs and emit inviting gasps as he passed by.
Yang Guo accepted all comers without refusal.
His imperial yang energy surged by leaps and bounds because of the continuous dual cultivation, and his cultivation far surpassed what it had been before. As for the Tianyu Cult, it had truly become his personal empire of desire.
One late night, Yang Guo stood on the balcony of his 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.
"Still not enough." he said softly, "What I want is for the whole mountain, the entire jianghu, to be stained with my scent."
Cheng Yaojia chuckled softly, her voice as soft as a whisper: 'Then Jianu... will accompany Master in turning this whole world into our bed.'
The night wind blew past, carrying the warmth from the distant hot springs and a faint, sweet fishy scent.
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 pushing back to meet his thrusts.
Under the moonlight, two figures overlapped.
And deep in the valley, from the dormitories of the other women, faint, suppressed, longing gasps could also be heard.
They were thinking of the same person.
The thick, long rod that had already become the sole scepter of the Tianyu Cult.
The story is still continuing. And the abyss of desire has only just revealed its true outline.
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