Free Web NovelChapter 39: 39. The Planned Ambush(18+)
Swish... Step... Glide.
Miles away from the time-dilated archive where Lu Jianxiao was currently indulging in the absolute devotion of the twin sisters, the atmosphere of the isolated sector was entirely different.
The subterranean labyrinth was a cold, suffocating maze of shifting obsidian walls and unstable spatial rifts, heavy with the lingering miasma of the ancient ruins.
Ye Chen moved like a phantom through the jagged, dark corridors.
His boots barely grazed the cracked stone as he navigated the treacherous terrain, aided by the faint, golden spiritual light pulsing from the ancient ring on his finger.
His brow was furrowed in deep concentration, his spiritual senses cast outward like a net, desperately sweeping the barren landscape to lock onto his prey.
’Where is she?’ Ye Chen thought, his jaw clenching with a mixture of growing impatience and a dark, vindictive excitement.
’Lu Mushuang, that tyrant’s arrogant daughter. She cannot be allowed to regroup. Without her father’s terrifying presence to shield her, she is nothing but a spoiled princess trapped in a cage.’
He had been tracking his target for the better part of an hour, following the faint traces of Mushuang’s distinct, icy sword intent.
As the recognized Heaven’s Favored Son of this generation, Ye Chen carried the weight of destiny on his shoulders, yet his underlying motives were saturated with a deep-seated malice.
Taking down the Sovereign’s daughter was not just a strategic move; it was personal. The memories of his public humiliation in the Grand Assembly Hall burned freshly in his mind.
’Once I capture her’, Ye Chen’s lips curled into a cold, repulsive smile in the darkness, ’I will personally break her haughty behavior while her father is forced to watch. The mighty Lu Jianxiao will see his precious Vanguard Commander brought low before he meets his own end.’
His golden core spun furiously, feeding his movement technique as he prepared for the inevitable confrontation, absolutely determined to strike down the arrogant girl while she was vulnerable.
Wuuush... Rumble...
Suddenly, the ambient Qi in the corridor violently twisted. Ye Chen skidded to a halt, his boots kicking up a small cloud of ancient, grey dust.
Thrum... Thrum...
A bizarre, heavy vibration pulsed through the soles of his feet. It wasn’t the natural tremor of the labyrinth’s shifting spatial plates. It was erratic, sharp, and laced with intense, murderous intent.
The temperature around him plummeted drastically, the previously stagnant air suddenly rushing past him as if drawn toward a massive vacuum just a short distance ahead.
Ye Chen narrowed his eyes, peering through the dense fog that blanketed the path forward. The spatial laws in the distance were visibly distorting, illuminated by sudden, violent flashes of silver and crimson light
"Someone is fighting," Ye Chen muttered under his breath, his eyes widening slightly as a sharp, freezing shockwave rolled over his body.
That cold, overbearing sword aura... it belongs to her!
BOOM!
A deafening explosion echoed from the jagged canyon ahead, instantly scattering the dense fog.
A violent wave of freezing sword intent shot into the sky, tearing through the miasma and sending a concussive blast of spiritual pressure sweeping across the rocky overhangs.
The sheer sharpness of the aura made Ye Chen’s skin prickle, confirming that Mushuang had unleashed her true strength.
Clang... Roaaar... SHATTER!
The distinct, high-pitched shriek of spiritual steel clashing against something massive and feral followed the explosion.
The terrifying, guttural roars indicated that Lu Mushuang was not fighting another cultivator, but had stumbled directly into a den of corrupted, ancient beasts.
’Perfect’, Ye Chen thought, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. ’Let the beasts wear down her stamina. Let them chip away at her arrogant Vanguard pride.’
Without wasting another second, Ye Chen channeled his pure Yang Qi into his legs. He darted from shadow to shadow, using the massive broken pillars and shifting obsidian walls as cover. He rapidly closed the distance toward the chaotic epicenter of the battle.
Creak... Rustle.
Slipping onto a high, concealed rocky overhang, Ye Chen looked down into the blood-stained canyon below.
Standing amidst a pile of freshly slaughtered carcasses was Lu Mushuang. Her delicate but fierce figure was coated in a thin layer of dark monster blood.
Her heavy silver broadsword hummed violently in her grip, the blade coated in a sharp, freezing intent.
She was panting heavily, her beautiful eyes scanning the surrounding cliffs as dozens of low growls vibrated from the shadows.
Just as she tightened her grip, a massive, corrupted Shadowfang Leopard at the Peak Foundation Realm leaped directly from the rocks above her, its grotesque maw stretched terrifyingly wide
Ye Chen slowly drew his own blade from its sheath, hiding his aura completely within the shadows. He watched the beast descend upon the Sovereign’s daughter with a sick, calculating grin, perfectly positioned to reap the ultimate rewards of the ambush.
Slurp... Smack... Squelch.
Deep within the absolute isolation of the Sovereign-grade sealing matrix, time had lost all meaning.
The suffocatingly heavy atmosphere of the ancient archive was completely saturated with the thick, overwhelming scent of my dominant Yang energy mixed with the sweet, intoxicating aroma of maiden nectar.
The two sisters were already hopelessly entangled on the ruined dark silk robes.
Ning Xuan, driven completely mad by the taboo command, had successfully harvested the heavy, dripping essence directly from her older sister’s thoroughly breached folds.
But instead of swallowing it, the shy twin had pooled the thick, concentrated mixture behind her cheeks, crawled up my lap, and violently captured her twin’s mouth.
Mmph... Sluuuurp!
Ning Xi’s eyes were wide with shock as the barrier between them completely dissolved. With a desperate, unhinged eagerness, Ning Xuan parted her sister’s trembling lips and began to push the collected, heavy nectar directly into Ning Xi’s throat.
Slick... Swirl... Gulp.
The warm, potent mixture of my dominant Yang power and Ning Xi’s own harvested maiden dew flooded over the bold sister’s palate, acting as a scalding, intensely sweet bridge between them.
Their identical faces remained pressed flush against one another, their breath coming in ragged, shared gasps as their tongues furiously intertwined.
’Why is this taste so good?’ Ning Xi’s mind spun into an absolute haze. The initial shock of tasting the raw fluids of her own subjugation completely evaporated under the intoxicating, addictive flavor of my sovereign power.
’It’s too much... I can’t control myself anymore!’
The helpless acceptance instantly transformed into a ravenous hunger. Instead of remaining passive, Ning Xi tilted her head and responded furiously to the kiss.
She parted her jaws wider, her own tongue darting forward to aggressively wrestle with Ning Xuan’s.
Chup... Slurp... Sluuurnp.
They fought for the essence, their tongues aggressively swirling and tangling together.
Ning Xi sucked hard on Ning Xuan’s tongue, desperately trying to sweep up and steal every last drop of the potent spiritual nectar for herself.
They were a fluid-drenched mess of pure submission, completely abandoning their dignified Vanguard identities to gorge themselves on the raw, shared harvest.
From my vantage point directly above them, I watched the degenerate display with cold, sovereign satisfaction.
Seeing the proud Vanguard Commander and her reserved twin completely entangled, furiously making out to consume the very essence harvested from her own inner cave, confirmed their absolute, irreversible subjugation.
My dark robes hung loosely over my shoulders, and my breathing grew slow, deep, and impossibly heavy as the dual cultivation feedback loop reached its absolute zenith.
Crack... RUMBLE!
A terrifying, localized shockwave suddenly erupted from my core, completely shattering the stagnant air of the archive. The ancient wooden shelves trembled violently, and the thousands of glowing jade slips rattled against their constraints.
My eyes flashed with a blinding, abyssal light as the bottleneck that had held me at the Peak Nascent Soul realm completely disintegrated.
The pure Yin energy I had just harvested from the twins’ pristine foundations surged through my meridians, fusing flawlessly with my own power.
Thrum... Thrum...
The ambient spiritual energy of the entire pocket dimension seemed to bend toward the isolated chamber, funneling into my body as I officially stepped over the threshold into the Early Spirit Severing Realm.
I looked down at Ning Xi and Ning Xuan. Their feverish kissing slowed as they felt the terrifying, god-like pressure expanding from my silhouette.
They pulled apart slightly, a thick string of the white essence stretching intimately between their swollen lips.
They looked up at me with absolute, breathless worship, their bodies completely primed and overflowing with my newly ascended power.
"Enough kissing, both of you," I commanded smoothly, my tone laced with the absolute, crushing weight of my newly ascended Spirit Severing pressure.
The authority in my voice instantly shattered their euphoric daze. Ning Xi and Ning Xuan shuddered in unison, their identical faces flushing an even deeper crimson as they hurriedly pulled their mouths apart.
They dropped their heads low against the stone floor, their breaths coming in shallow, ragged gasps as they trembled beneath my gaze.
I cast a cold, calculating look down at the bold sister. "Ning Xi. Cleanse my form properly. Ensure not a single trace of that fluid remains."
My eyes shifted smoothly to the younger twin, whose emerald eyes dilated with a sudden, overwhelming surge of submissive terror and anticipation at my next words. "The next slit my blade rips open will belong to your shy sister."
Rustle... Step...
Without waiting for their verbal compliance, I turned away from their ruined, fluid-drenched figures. Moving with an unhurried, majestic grace, I walked over to the ancient, low-slung cultivation bed positioned at the center of the archive and lay down flat against the dark silk cushions.
Throb... Pulse...
Even with the massive breakthrough to the Spirit Severing realm complete, my primordial desires remained entirely unsatiated.
My heavy, eleven-inch length stood perfectly rigid, rising straight up from my lap at a sharp, unyielding ninety-degree angle like a monolithic tower of pure dominance.
The shaft was a terrifying masterpiece of vascular thickness, pulsing violently with an insatiable heat.
Because of the frantic, messy nature of the previous harvest, a generous coating of the highly concentrated white essence, heavily laced with Ning Xi’s sweet maiden nectar, remained completely smeared across the bulging veins and the wide, pearl-like crown, leaving the entire length glistening wetly under the faint violet light of the matrix.
Slick... Lick... Sluuurnp.
Down on the floor, Ning Xi didn’t waste a single moment. Driven by the fanatical devotion burning in her core and the terrifying promise of her sister’s impending breach, the bold twin moved forward on her knees.
She crawled up to the edge of the cultivation bed, her eyes entirely locked onto the towering, wet monument of my authority.
Her lips parted eagerly as she leaned over my lap, her slender pink tongue extending to meticulously lap away the sticky, glistening mixture.
Her wet, saliva-coated tongue swirled tightly around the heavy base of my shaft, sweeping upward in long, rhythmic strokes.
She looked up at me through the messy strands of her dark brown hair, her eyes completely glazed over with absolute, unhinged devotion as she swallowed the potent fluid down her throat.
Beside the bed, Ning Xuan remained on her knees, her entire body trembling violently. The shy sister’s gaze was entirely locked onto the towering length that was currently being cleansed for her.
Her inner cave watered heavily, soaking through her shredded combat clothes as she watched her older sister meticulously prepare the massive weapon that would soon breach her own untouched sanctuary.
"Come here, Xuan’er," I commanded, my voice dropping into a low, absolute rumble that echoed off the ancient archive walls.
The simple dictate cut through the quiet chamber like a physical weight. Hearing her name, the shy twin let out a soft, breathless gasp, her emerald eyes widening as a violent tremor rippled through her entire body.
The terrifying anticipation of her impending fate completely paralyzed her mind, yet her fanatical devotion overrode every shred of restraint.
Slick... Crawl...
Moving on her hands and knees, Ning Xuan slowly approached the side of the cultivation bed.
Her hands shook violently against the dark fabric, her shredded combat garments exposing the flush-pink skin of her thighs and waist, which were already slick with the nervous, boiling heat of her arousal.
"Climb up, Xuan’er," I commanded smoothly, my voice carrying the absolute, unyielding authority of a god claiming his offerings.
"Straddle my chest and sit on my face. Before my blade permanently ruins your depths, I want to taste the absolute purity of your untouched cave."
Rustle... Shift...
The sheer, degenerate nature of the command made Ning Xuan let out a soft, breathless whine.
Slowly, the shy twin pushed herself up from the floor and crawled onto the dark silk cushions.
Down below, Ning Xi’s loose, untamed black hair cascaded freely over my thighs, pooling like dark ink as her mouth rhythmically bobbed along my shaft.
In stark contrast, Ning Xuan kept her dark locks tightly bound in a single, neat ponytail. The long tail swayed erratically over her pale shoulder, a physical testament to her nervous trembling as she navigated over my torso.
The shredded remnants of her combat garments offered absolutely no barrier as she positioned herself directly above my head, her soft, pale knees sinking into the cushions on either side of my neck.
Drip... Splash...
As she hovered just inches above my face, the heavy, intoxicating aroma of her pure, unrefined Yin essence washed over me.
Her inner sanctuary was completely overflowing, desperate and ready for the impending breach.
A single, heavy drop of her boiling hot maiden dew leaked from her swollen folds, falling through the air and landing perfectly upon my lower lip.
The taste was incredible, a pristine, untouched sweetness that rivaled the finest primordial elixirs of the Myriad Sovereign Sect.
"Lower yourself," I ordered, my eyes locking onto her flushed, embarrassed face
Before she fully descended, her hovering position exposed the absolute entirety of her dripping core to my gaze.
Despite the twins being perfectly identical in nearly every physical aspect, my piercing Spirit Severing sight caught a beautiful, intimate distinction just before my eyes.
Resting right along the outer edge of her trembling, pinkish-brown cleft was a small, reddish-pink birthmark.
Shaped almost like a delicate, fallen plum petal, it was a unique, hidden signature belonging entirely to the shy twin, a distinct mark completely absent on her bold sister.
Squish... Squelch.
With a ragged exhale, Ning Xuan slowly lowered her hips, pressing that marked, scalding hot core directly against my mouth and nose.
The moment her highly sensitive folds made contact with my face, she let out a sharp, breathless cry.
Her fingers frantically tangled into my dark hair for support, her ponytail whipping wildly as I immediately extended my tongue to claim her sweet nectar.
Slurp... Lick... Sluuurnp.
I ruthlessly parted her slick folds with my tongue, aggressively lapping at her overflowing essence and tracing the soft skin right over her unique birthmark.
The dual sensory overload in the room was absolute. Down below, Ning Xi was still completely absorbed in her task, her wet mouth and cascading black hair completely draped over my lap as she swirled tightly around the base of my towering shaft.
Up above, I was deeply buried in Ning Xuan’s untouched cave, my tongue mimicking the brutal, rhythmic thrusts she was about to endure.
The two identical yet beautifully distinct sisters were perfectly synchronized in their worship, completely surrendering their pride and their pristine cultivation foundations to fuel the absolute dominance of my new era.
