By combining the Tender Spring Juice with the Longevity Cow Milk, Qiu Meng’s avatars aimed to create a brand-new type of Dao Bones: the Supreme Bone. Alas, as with many other projects, Xue Jingzhao’s betrayal and Taiyang Yuan’s offensive cut their dreams short.
Before her demonization, Tieshan was half Tender Spring Girl and half Longevity Cow. So while she combined all of these two lines’ abilities, hers weren’t as potent as the individual Tender Spring Girls or Longevity Cows. Worse, the artificial mysterious beast and human bloodlines conflicted, putting a heavy strain on her cultivation talent.
Tieshan could never expect that, with the inheritance brought by these two constitutions, she’d by default become unparalleled at cultivating the Three Aspects of the Earthmother—so much so that she could afford to delay herself by rejecting the dual cultivation that the technique required.
This was the fundamental reason why her demonic patron selected her to cultivate that ancient infernal technique—which by now had been lost to time. Tieshan’s patience paid off. After centuries of restraint and assiduous cultivation, her Earthmother Milk had grown into the number one cultivation treasure of the Eastern Continent—promising flabbergasting boons to whoever was lucky enough to consume it.
By now, the demoness could only make conservative estimates on how potent a dual cultivation partner she’d become. So many wanted her, including the Heart-Wrenching Demon Noble, who if not for his personal limitations, would not have hesitated to take her by force.
So many, and yet she’d stayed locked on the Bull Demon Prince. One has to admit that, no matter how despotic, Tieshan didn’t mess around with loyalty. Alas, never in his wildest dream could the Bull Demon Prince imagine that Tieshan had such a life-changing gift to offer him. He only had to wait for a couple of days—but instead picked rebellion at the finish line.
With a smile, Princess Tieshan leaned on Xinzi’s shoulder, one of the few “human” men in the Eastern Continent that could tower over her. Our monk’s arm vanished between the Cow Demoness’ breasts, the supple friction teasing his nerves and warming his body.
”No…noooo! Tieshan, don’t you dare!” Watching Xinzi, in one move, get more out of Tieshan than he did in centuries, the Bull Demon Prince lost his mind. His full red eyes couldn’t get any redder, but one could still see the veins pulsing on his arms and temple.
Chaos took over the Bull Demon Prince’s mind, and he slammed his fists on the ground, desperately attempting to get Tieshan’s attention. He didn’t, and the more he struggled, the faster the tree roots spread in his body, producing more Evil Blood Fruit out of his hulking frame.
Tieshan didn’t care for her betrothed’s frenzied display, and while keeping her eyes locked on Xinzi’s lips, the demoness tilted her head to the left. Her bovine horns followed the move, swaying as if fueled by Tieshan’s mounting desires.
The horns’ movement didn’t escape the Bull Demon Prince, his body fell into stasis, with blood rising up his throat as he trembled at Tieshan’s swaying horns. In the world of Longevity Cows, swaying horns only meant one thing: “I’m in heat.”
In the past, to prevent genetic mutations and maintain the purity of the original Longevity Cows’ bloodline, the village founders had them procreate through Germinating Life Fruits, a commodity that not only enabled females to conceive without male partners but also suppressed their sexual desires. Tieshan’s father did away with the fruits, enabling the return of the swaying horns.
This wasn’t the first time that the Bull Demon Prince saw Tieshan’s horns sway, but whenever he attempted to use the opportunity to get some advantage, she’d send him flying with a direct kick. Over time, his pride and guts took so many hits that he didn’t dare to try anymore.
Xinzi had no such qualms. Tieshan’s eyes invited him, her candy-colored lips parting in muffled breaths as her spellbinding face leaned towards him.
”AAARGH! Niu Haoyue, you despicable slut, don’t you dare!!!” Like an erupting volcano, the Bull Demon Prince’s screams reverberated throughout the throne room. But even as he thrashed in grief, Tieshan didn’t spare him a glance.
Xinzi ignored the Bull Demon Prince as well. Tieshan tried to look past the mask, to feel the pulse, attempting to see if the mention of the ‘Haoyue’ name would kindle anything in Xinzi’s body—it didn’t, or if it did, our monk hid it flawlessly.
The Cow Demoness’ lips pursed in disappointment, her eyes gleaming as she pulled on Xinzi’s arm, leading him towards the Bull Demon Prince’s throne. Intrigued, our monk raised his mask high enough to reveal his lips, and anticipating what was to come, smiled at Tieshan.
With a soft push, the demoness had Xinzi sit on the Bull Demon Prince’s throne. Xinzi didn’t resist, and as he comfortably lay on a seat meant for a 2.5-meters-tall bull demon, Tieshan kneeled at his feet, first glancing at his crotch, then his goat mask, for a moment going back and forth between the two before finally resting on Xinzi’s crotch.
”Your Eminence, the Dark Moon Cult’s Enlightenment Hall is full to the brim with all manners of carnal techniques. Although I have no practical experience, I’ve studied many tricks for this day, and hope that I can apply them masterfully.” Tieshan’s voice took a submissive, sultry tone, and as the words rolled off her luscious tongue, her right hand pressed on Xinzi’s crotch, stroking the hardening meat through the fabric.
”Don’t worry, I’m sure you’re a natural. And if need be, I will be here to guide you,” with his cheek resting on his fist, Xinzi said. His cock enjoyed the friction, growing harder by the second. On the side, the Bull Demon Prince’s heart ruptured, and he spurted blood.