As Xinzi’s initiates, A’Zhi and A’Zhu had been a part of and seen many things. Yan Le, as the highest-ranking donor, also saw her fair share of immoral activities. But what went on in this underground surpassed anything that they’d encountered till now.
Surrounded by a dozen of naked ladies, Xinzi held onto a voluptuous woman, keeping one hand around her waist, and the other sliding between her ass cheeks. The woman’s large tits swayed against our monk’s chest, her tongue hung loose, and as our monk rammed his meat-stick up her tight tunnels, her bent body swayed uncontrollably. In a daze, the woman failed to hold on Xinzi’s neck. Her limp arms hung by her side, and her groggy face bent so far that her back had fallen into an angle almost perpendicular to her legs.
Supported by the combination of her flexibility and Xinzi’s massive arms, the woman hung there—letting the electrifying waves brought forth by our monk’s thrusts fill her love tunnel completely. No sensitive spot went unmolested. Technique made way for bestial instincts as the monk slammed meat and hips home with a broad, fiendish grin. But the debauchery went further.
Four girls crawled underneath the pounding. Two sneaked under the voluptuous beauty’s legs, not only licking and sucking Xinzi’s balls but also trying their best to catch a piece of his meat-stick as soon as it slid down the voluptuous beauty’s womb. Their open palms stayed under the meat, collecting the leaking juice and cum that found their way down.
Behind Xinzi, the other two hussies hugged his thighs, dragging their tongue up his legs, butt—licking and kissing it all with mind-boggling enthusiasm. Two more hussies stepped forward, flanking our monk, and rubbing their tits against his arms, shoulders and face.
Xinzi didn’t believe that his initiates were ready to witness his demonic appearance. Soon they would be, but not now. So as the mating went on, the monk reverted to his human shape. But no amount of human appearance could make the ongoing scene look normal. This couldn’t be the product of natural excitement, and the three initiates didn’t doubt that their master likely relied on some heretical means to drive this madness on.
The fact that, although they stood right at the entrance, neither the self-fingering beauties nor the meat hugging hussies seemed to notice their appearance, only added to their suspicions. Nearby, Tusha who snuck on the scene through the manipulation of Chun Xu’s body, stared slack-jawed at the spectacle Xinzi so readily offered. Though the mental connection enabled Xinzi to notice her presence, the monk acted as if he didn’t, and focused on the three initiates instead.
‘Girls, welcome. A’Zhi and A’Zhu have cultivated to the late-stage of Foundation Building. Yan Le has reached the early stage of Pulse Condensation already. But in all honesty, her situation is even worse, because all three of you have achieved too little in Qi Refinement and Foundation Building.’ While enjoying the hussies’ treatment, Xinzi sent his initiates a mental message, forcing them to shift from the profane display to focus on his voice instead.
‘A’Zhi and A’Zhu have only cultivated 150 Spiritual Drops in Qi Refinement, Yan Le barely crossed the 200 mark. Said bluntly, these are catastrophic results. And as expected of them, the Qi Pools you’ve condensed to breakthrough to the Foundation Building stage are too shallow. At the same time, the Inner Spiritual Caves you’ve constructed as you broke through the various Foundation Building stages are barely sufficient to produce one spirit stone per year, proof that your foundation will not carry you very far. Yan Le’s low-level pulse is a direct product of this lacking foundation, and will not enable her to condense a worthwhile core. In fact, with these results, whether you can break through to the Golden Core realm in this life is a question that merits deep pondering.’ Xinzi spat brutal facts, facts that the initiates were well aware of.
Their cultivation speed and breakthroughs relied on dual cultivating with Xinzi, the Copulation Arrays, and the Qi Gathering rooms that the monk housed them in. Without them, neither A’Zhi nor A’Zhu could consider a Pulse Condensation future. Yan Le would still be dwelling in the Foundation Building stage as well. Still, it was one thing to know, another to accept. Xinzi’s words were too blunt, and if not for the distractions caused by the ongoing orgy, would have struck the three’s morale down.
Needless to say, the monk didn’t summon his initiates to make them feel like crap. ‘To follow me on the cultivation, your starting points are not enough. That being the case, we have to fix your foundations before they ruin your expectations. There are not many ways to salvage a flawed foundation, most of them cost millions of spirit stones to get started. Thanks to this battle and the deal I’ve struck with Guang Fanghu, we have the funds. However, the Soaring Crane has offered us another option, and I hope you’ll take it,’ Xinzi’s words made the initiates’ foreheads crease in confusion.
What solution could the Soaring Crane mountain offer, when even the White Immortal sect would have had to rely on wealth and the black market to fix a disciple’s foundation? “Look around you. Each of these ladies has a single element Spiritual Root, and cultivated over 350 Spiritual Drops on average. The time they spent in the Duality Nurturing coffins perfected their physiques and enhanced their already high potential. Although cultivation-wise, you’ll take a step back, by possessing these bodies and relying on our resources, you can build a Qi Pool fit for a top clan chosen. From there on, I will make sure you do not miss any of the steps you have to take to reach the highest altitude possible. You just have to say yes and pick the receptacle you fancy the most. I will take care of the rest.’ Xinzi’s words put the initiates in a bind.
The White Immortal sect poised itself as a righteous faction, thus, throughout Dongli, Body Possession was a forbidden practice. Yan Le’s roguish lifestyle might have made her more open to the idea, but the twins, who grew up under Dongli law, had no inclination towards such practices. Unlike other cultivators in the same position, the thought of giving up their bodies to possess a more gifted junior had never once crossed their mind.
But now that Xinzi offered this opportunity, it was different. Xinzi’s words mattered more than Dongli law or the White Immortal sect’s hypocritical precepts. Likewise, the ability to stay by their abbot’s side for a thousand years or more carried such an overpowering appeal that the twins…started re-considering their moral stances.
Faced with this offer, Yan Le’s eyes flashed with an unusual glint. On the one hand, she didn’t mind seizing what belonged to others if it meant that it could further her cultivation and carry her to greater heights. But this body of hers carried deep emotional value. She couldn’t just ditch it. Better she needed to thrive in it—thrive and show those people that she was worth more than they believed.
Alas, desires, emotions and expectations were no match for reality. Even as her limbs trembled, and the twins sorted their thoughts, Yan Le had to admit that, if she didn’t give up this body for a better option, she could never reach the height she needed to make her detractors pay. For a moment, the three initiates exchanged glances—in silence seeking ideas and confidence in one another.
Xinzi let them think, lowered his lips towards his voluptuous prey’s chest, and nimble her bouncing tits while still plowing her insides with his greedy mast. The sight snatched the initiates attention—distracting them from the offer that drove them into deep pondering to begin with. Tusha too felt her loins stir—well—Chun Xu’s loins in this case. All gulped in tandem. The flames of jealousy then took over—jealousy for these hussies, who’d been hogging their abbot’s arms and meat for a while. Prompted by a sudden impulse, A’Zhi and A’Zhu aimed their indexes at the two thighs hugging ladies, who by a convenient design of the lords of fate, happened to be twins as well.
Yan Le followed suit, but instead of chasing a fresh body, picked the one that annoyed her the most—the gal getting her brains fucked out by our monk. Amused by the choices, Xinzi stretched one hand out. Waves of Evil Qi poured forth, startling the three initiates who’d never in their wildest dreams expected to confront genuine demonic energies. The surprise was short-lived. Their souls flew out of their bodies, merging with the three chosen receptacles, whose eyes and body shook as the casual possession.