As night deepened, all was quiet in Haiyuan City.

The first to act was Castorice, who was usually gentle and quiet. She seemed to have mustered the greatest courage of her life.

Wearing an elegant yet alluring nightgown of sheer silk that clung to her lithe frame like a second skin, she quietly pushed open Lu Jingming’s door.

The fabric was a soft lavender, translucent enough to hint at the curves beneath—her modest breasts, the gentle swell of her hips, and the smooth lines of her thighs.

In the hazy moonlight filtering through the window, her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and her eyes, which usually seemed to have seen through life and death, were now filled with a shy, watery glint. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that was both ethereal and vulnerable.

She didn’t speak at first, her breath coming in soft, trembling gasps as she approached the bed.

Lu Jingming sat up, his eyes widening in surprise, but before he could utter a word, Castorice closed the distance. Her hands, delicate and cool, reached for his shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons as she declared her feelings through her actions.

“Xiao Ming… I’ve waited so long,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He pulled her into his arms, their lips meeting in a tentative kiss that quickly deepened.

Castorice’s nightgown slipped from one shoulder as she pressed against him, revealing the pale, unblemished skin of her collarbone and the soft mound of her breast.

Lu Jingming’s hands explored her body, tracing the curve of her waist and sliding up to cup her breasts through the thin fabric.

She gasped, her nipples hardening into firm peaks under his touch, visible as dark shadows against the silk.

With gentle urgency, he helped her undress, lifting the nightgown over her head to expose her fully.

Her body was a vision of quiet beauty—slender limbs, a flat stomach leading to the dark triangle of hair between her thighs, and small, perky breasts that rose and fell with her quickening breath.

Castorice’s virginity was evident in her hesitant movements, her inner thighs trembling as she straddled him.

Lu Jingming undressed himself, shrugging off his shirt to reveal his toned chest and abs, then sliding out of his pants, his erection springing free—thick, veined, and pulsing with need.

He laid her back on the bed, kissing a trail down her neck, over her breasts, suckling each nipple until she moaned softly, her hands clutching the sheets.

His fingers ventured lower, parting her folds to find her slick with arousal, her virgin entrance tight and untouched.

“I’ll be gentle,” he murmured, positioning himself at her core.

Castorice nodded, her eyes locked on his as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch.

She winced at the initial stretch, a sharp pain of defloration as her hymen gave way, a faint trickle of blood marking the moment.

But the pain quickly melted into pleasure as he filled her completely, her walls clenching around his length.

They moved together, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, building a rhythm that had her gasping.

Lu Jingming’s hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider to delve deeper, his thumb circling her clit in slow, firm strokes.

Castorice’s body arched, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her moans growing louder as waves of ecstasy built. “Xiao Ming… oh, gods…” she cried, her first orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

Her inner muscles spasmed around him, milking his cock as she shuddered, her juices soaking the sheets.

He followed soon after, thrusting deep and releasing inside her, filling her with his warm seed as they collapsed in a tangle of limbs.

However, Castorice’s time alone did not last long.

The door was gently pushed open again, and Firefly, still dressed in her signature outfit—a form-fitting bodysuit that accentuated her athletic build—but with eyes even more intense than usual, walked in.

She had always been a woman of action; once she made up her mind, she would not hesitate.

The battlefield instantly transformed from a one-on-one duel into a two-person dance, though Firefly’s gaze flicked to Castorice with a nod of understanding before focusing solely on Lu Jingming.

Firefly’s outfit was a sleek black and red ensemble, hugging her toned body like armor—high boots, gloves, and a top that zipped down the front, revealing hints of her cleavage.

Her short, silver hair framed a face flushed with determination.

“I won’t wait any longer,” she said, her voice steady but laced with desire. She approached the bed, where Castorice lay spent beside Lu Jingming, and began undressing with efficient grace.

Unzipping her top, she shrugged it off, exposing her firm, medium-sized breasts, nipples already erect from anticipation.

She kicked off her boots and peeled down her pants, revealing long, muscular legs and a shaved mound, her arousal evident in the glistening folds.

Lu Jingming, still recovering, felt his arousal stir again at the sight.

Firefly climbed onto the bed, pushing him back and straddling his hips. Her hands roamed his chest, nails grazing his skin as she leaned down to kiss him fiercely.

He helped her fully undress, sliding off her gloves to feel the warmth of her skin.

Positioning herself, Firefly lowered onto his hardening cock, her virgin tightness resisting at first.

She gritted her teeth, pushing down with a determined thrust, deflowering herself in one bold motion.

A gasp escaped her as the barrier broke, a brief sting giving way to fullness.

“Yes… like that,” she murmured, beginning to ride him with athletic prowess.

Her movements were powerful, hips grinding in circles that had his length hitting deep inside her.

Lu Jingming’s hands cupped her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples as she bounced, her abs flexing with each rise and fall.

Firefly’s body was a marvel—strong thighs clenching around him, her clit rubbing against his pelvis with every motion.

The intensity built quickly; she threw her head back, her moans turning to cries as her orgasm hit. Her walls pulsed rhythmically, squeezing him tight as she came, her juices dripping down his shaft.

Lu Jingming thrust up to meet her, prolonging her pleasure before spilling into her, their bodies slick with sweat.

This seemed to be a signal.

Immediately afterward, Keqing, whose face was flushed with a rare blush yet who still tried her best to maintain the dignified demeanor of the Yuheng, also entered the room.

Her involvement made this battle even more complex and intense. Dressed in her elegant qipao-like attire, the purple fabric embroidered with intricate patterns, she hesitated for a moment at the doorway, her cat-like ears twitching under her headdress.

But her eyes, sharp and determined, locked onto Lu Jingming.

“I… I cannot deny this any longer,” Keqing admitted, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands as she began to undress.

She untied the sash of her dress, letting it fall open to reveal her lithe, athletic body—pert breasts with rosy nipples, a toned stomach, and smooth, hairless skin leading to her virgin core.

Stepping out of her heels and shedding the rest, she approached naked, her long purple hair swaying like a veil.

Lu Jingming pulled her close, their kiss electric, his hands exploring her curves.

He laid her beside him, fingers delving between her thighs to stroke her wet folds, preparing her.

Keqing’s breath hitched as he entered her slowly, her defloration marked by a soft cry and the warmth of her blood mingling with her arousal.

She was tight, her walls gripping him like velvet as they found a rhythm—slow at first, then building to fervent thrusts.

Keqing’s legs wrapped around his waist, her nails digging into his back as pleasure mounted.

“Xiao Ming… more!” she demanded, her orgasm erupting in a series of shudders, her body convulsing as she climaxed, inner muscles fluttering wildly.

He followed, pumping his release deep inside her, holding her through the aftershocks.

Just when Lu Jingming thought this was the limit, the air in the room suddenly became a bit colder and more noble.

Gu Yuena appeared gracefully, her silver hair and purple eyes radiating a dragon’s might.

She said nothing, but with an unquestionable look in her eyes, she declared that the Silver Dragon King would also demand her share tonight.

Her presence was commanding, her flowing white robes barely concealing her voluptuous form—full breasts straining against the fabric, wide hips, and long legs that spoke of draconic power.

Gu Yuena undressed with regal poise, letting her robes pool at her feet to reveal her naked glory: large, heavy breasts with dark nipples, a curvaceous waist flaring to ample hips, and a neatly trimmed patch of silver hair above her untouched entrance.

She approached Lu Jingming, who was now surrounded by the spent forms of the others, and mounted him without preamble.

Her hands pinned his shoulders as she lowered herself, pushing past the resistance with a low growl, the pain fleeting as she took him fully.

Her movements were powerful, riding him like a queen claiming her throne, her breasts bouncing hypnotically.

Lu Jingming’s hands gripped her hips, thrusting up to match her pace, his fingers teasing her clit until she roared in ecstasy.

Her orgasm was explosive, her draconic essence making her walls contract with inhuman strength, drawing out his own release as he filled her with hot spurts.

Gu Yuena collapsed against him, her body trembling in satisfaction.

And this was far from over.

The truly heavyweight combination made its appearance late at night. Changli and Jinhsi, master and disciple—one charming and intelligent, the other aloof and dignified—both entered with the same determination. Changli had a meaningful smile on her lips, her red hair cascading like flames, dressed in a seductive robe that hugged her curvaceous figure.

Jinhsi, with her white hair and stern beauty, wore a more modest gown, though her eyes burned with resolve.

“When master and disciple are of one mind, their strength can break metal”—that night, Lu Jingming deeply understood what it meant to face double the test and double the… pressure.

They seemed to have planned it in advance, taking turns attacking and tacitly giving Lu Jingming no chance to catch his breath.

Even though he possessed superhuman physical condition and a recovery ability far beyond the ordinary, he still found it extremely difficult under such a high-intensity battle that was infused with deep emotion and strength.

Changli went first, her smile playful as she shed her robe, revealing a body of sensual perfection—full, round breasts, a narrow waist, and thick thighs framing her virgin mound, adorned with a strip of red hair.

She straddled Lu Jingming, who lay amidst the others, and guided his cock to her entrance.

With a teasing grind, she impaled herself, deflowering in a slow, deliberate descent that had her moaning from the stretch.

“Feel me, Xiao Ming… all of me,” she purred, rolling her hips in expert circles.

Her ride was hypnotic, breasts swaying as she leaned forward, her clit grinding against him.

Lu Jingming’s hands kneaded her ass, pulling her down harder, building her to a crescendo.

Changli’s orgasm hit like a blaze, her body arching as she screamed, walls pulsing and flooding him with her essence. He came inside her, the sensation overwhelming.

Jinhsi followed immediately, her turn marked by quiet intensity.

She undressed methodically, her gown slipping away to expose her elegant form—pert breasts with sensitive pink nipples, a slim yet powerful build, and smooth, bare skin between her legs.

As her master watched approvingly from the side, Jinhsi positioned herself over Lu Jingming. She sank down, gasping at the intrusion, her tightness yielding to his girth.

Her movements were precise, like a dancer’s, hips undulating with grace. Lu Jingming thrust up, his hands on her breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered.

Jinhsi’s climax built steadily, erupting in a silent storm—her body tensing, then shuddering as she came, her juices coating him.

He released deep within her, their connection profound.

But the night pressed on, the women recovering with surprising speed, their desires reignited by the shared energy in the room.

They took turns again, each demanding another round with Lu Jingming, their bodies a symphony of flesh and passion.

Castorice returned, her second time more confident, riding him reverse cowgirl style, her ass cheeks spreading to take him deep, her moans echoing as she orgasmed again, squirting lightly onto his thighs.

Firefly, ever the warrior, pinned him down for a rougher session, her muscular body slamming against his, breasts heaving as she chased her second peak, her walls clenching in a vice-like grip during climax.

Keqing, shedding her last inhibitions, begged for doggy style, her ass presented high, cheeks flushed as he pounded into her from behind.

Her orgasm made her knees buckle, a flood of warmth accompanying her cries.

Gu Yuena dominated once more, her draconic strength allowing her to lift and position him, riding him until her massive breasts smothered his face, her third orgasm a roaring release that left them both drenched.

Changli and Jinhsi coordinated their turns seamlessly—Changli first, on her back with legs over his shoulders, her nipples tugged as she came hard, body quivering.

Jinhsi then took him missionary, her eyes locked on his, building to a mutual climax where she whispered his name like a prayer.

Hours blurred into a haze of sweat-slicked skin, heaving breaths, and the wet sounds of bodies joining.

Lu Jingming’s superhuman stamina held, but even he felt the strain—his cock throbbing from overuse, veins pulsing as he filled each woman multiple times, their virginities long claimed but their passions unending.

That night, the symphony of battle resounded without ceasing until dawn. As the first light crept in, the women lay entwined around him— exhausted and satisfied.

…

As the rising sun streamed into the corridor through the window, Lu Jingming’s door was finally pushed open. The city lord who was usually invincible and could wipe out powerful enemies with a laugh was now slowly walking out, leaning against the wall. His face showed obvious signs of fatigue, and his steps were even a little unsteady. Where was his usual composure?

Just then, a fragrant breeze wafted over.

Having waited for a long time, Yae Miko—who loved watching drama unfold—was leaning against a pillar not far away. Her slender fingers lightly covered her lips, her charming fox eyes full of teasing and playful laughter.

“Ara Ara” She drew out her words, her voice so sweet it seemed to drip with honey. “Isn’t this our wise and mighty city lord, whose power shakes the world? Why does he look so ‘overworked’ today? Could it be that he practiced some unparalleled divine skill alone last night, resulting in… damage to his vital energy?”

She pronounced the words “overworked” and “vital energy” with exceptional clarity, full of teasing.

Lu Jingming was already embarrassed by the intensity of the battle, and now that this fox was publicly mocking him, he was furious.

“You vixen, how dare you mock this city lord!” He gritted his teeth, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.

The next moment, before Miko could react, Lu Jingming used the power of the Black Abyss White Flower. Life force flowed, instantly dispelling some of his fatigue.

In a flash, he arrived in front of Yae Miko. Under her slightly surprised and amused gaze, he swept her up in his arms, turned around, and went straight back to his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Hmph, today I’ll show you what it means for a cornered beast to fight to the death, and what it means to be a true man who refuses to be humiliated.”

Inside the room, Yae Miko’s first exclamation soon turned into coquettish laughter, followed by some indescribable noises. It seemed that the fox’s teasing had backfired, bringing her a retaliatory demonstration of his wickedness.

This long night and the tense morning finally came to a temporary, sensual, and chaotic end with Lu Jingming’s overtime performance in defending his dignity.

…

A few days later, on a sunny afternoon, the gardens of Haiyuan City were filled with the fragrance of grass, trees, and flowers, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

Lu Jingming sat on the soft lawn, holding little Lu Mingyin in his arms. The little one was awake, neither crying nor fussing. Her big eyes—green like her mother’s, as if adorned with starlight—were blinking curiously as she watched her father make faces in front of her, letting out a clear giggle. Her little hands and feet were waving restlessly.

“Look how well-behaved our little Mingyin is.” Lu Jingming’s face was filled with a satisfied smile like that of an old father. He gently tapped his daughter’s delicate cheek with his finger, which elicited even more joyful laughter. He had to admit that human babies, especially adorable ones like his daughter, were simply the most interesting toys in the world, easily soothing all anxieties and bringing the purest joy.

March 7th watched from the sidelines, itching to take pictures, and kept snapping away with her camera.

“Ahhh, so cute! Let me hold her, just for a little while.” She reached out eagerly, but was afraid of being clumsy, so she moved cautiously, her face full of excitement and anticipation. “This one, this one absolutely has to be printed—a collection of Xiao Mingyin’s first smiles.”

Not far away, Robin and Hysilens sat at a white, carved wrought-iron table. Robin’s face still showed a hint of postpartum weakness, but she was in good spirits, her eyes filled with happiness and peace. She looked in the direction where her daughter and Lu Jingming were playing, a gentle smile on her lips, and softly hummed a melodious and soothing tune.

Meanwhile, Hysilens took out an exquisite violin from somewhere, placed it on her shoulder, and gently drew the bow. The melodious and graceful notes flowed out, perfectly matching Robin’s humming, as if it were a small concert performed only for their family. Musical notes danced in the garden, adding elegance and gentleness to the already warm atmosphere.

The whole scene was like a frozen moment in a warm oil painting, full of the feeling of peaceful and serene life.

Lu Jingming stretched his body, feeling the warmth of the sun. It had to be said that his superhuman physique and powerful recovery ability were on full display at this moment.

Despite the “brutal” battles he had endured the previous nights, almost being drained by the successive ‘succubus’, his recovery speed was astonishing. He quickly recovered to almost full strength, and apart from the vivid memory of that night’s madness, his body was no longer seriously drained.

However, in stark contrast to him were Keqing, Gu Yuena, Castorice, Firefly, Changli, and Jinhsi.

The stimulation from Robin giving birth—and the immense courage that followed—had receded like a tide after being fully released that night, leaving only endless shyness and embarrassment. In the past few days, they had all started to avoid Lu Jingming.

That night, they had been “warriors” who abandoned all reservations and took the initiative. Now, with the fading of passion and the return of reason, recalling their boldness at the time and the “tacit understanding” among their “comrades,” they felt their cheeks burning and wished they could disappear into the ground.

When they bumped into each other, they were so awkward they didn’t know how to greet one another. Their eyes met briefly, then quickly looked away. A subtle, shy atmosphere filled the air.

Lu Jingming took in all of this, feeling both amused and helpless. Well, let’s give them some time to adjust.

After all, it always takes time to process the weight of this change in identity—from ambiguity to a breakthrough.

He shook his head and continued to focus on playing with his baby daughter in his arms. In the garden, the baby’s clear laughter, the melodious violin playing and humming, and the sound of March 7th taking photos together created a vivid and authentic family scene.

…

Just as Haiyuan City was enjoying a rare moment of peace, a dramatic upheaval was unfolding at the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters deep within the Demon Forest.

The eerie hall was filled with a thick stench of blood and darkness.

Huo Yuhao slowly walked in, followed by Xiao Wu, Bei Bei with a complicated expression, and Tang Ya, who had regained her memories. Upon seeing Huo Yuhao’s return, Zhongli Wu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, who was sitting in the main seat, immediately revealed undisguised joy on his face.

The Holy Spirit Cult had suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Mingdu, the capital of the Sun and Moon Empire. The deaths of the Supreme Leader Ye Xishui and the Supreme Elder Long Xiaoyao, along with the loss of a large number of elite evil soul master disciples, had greatly weakened the Holy Spirit Cult and severely damaged its vitality.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao’s return was like sending charcoal in snowy weather.

In particular, Huo Yuhao had inherited the bloodline of the Borisin chief warrior, Hoolay. This meant that even though Hoolay was dead, they could still use Huo Yuhao to continue producing those tenacious and incredibly powerful Borisin warriors. This was exactly the weapon of war that the now-weakened Holy Spirit Cult desperately needed.

Huo Yuhao was fully capable of becoming the new leader of the Borisin and leading the Holy Spirit Cult into a new era.

“Yuhao, you’re back just in time. Our sect is in dire need of manpower…” Zhongli Wu stood up, a warm smile on his face, and went to greet him.

However, before he could finish speaking—

Pfft!

A soft yet chilling sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out. Zhongli Wu’s smile froze instantly, replaced by unbelievable pain and astonishment. He looked down and saw a blood-red ice sword, formed entirely from intense, overwhelmingly negative emotions and extreme cold, piercing his heart with precision and ruthlessness. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the dim ground crimson.

The one who had made the move was Huo Yuhao, standing right next to him. His eyes were cold, and without the slightest hesitation, he unleashed his self-created ultimate technique—the Sword of Resentment, condensed from immeasurable grievance and despair.

This sudden betrayal and attack was swift, ruthless, and decisive, leaving no one in the hall time to react.

“Huo Yuhao, what are you doing?!”

A piercing scream, filled with shock and anger, rang out. The vice leader, who was also Zhongli Wu’s wife, the Evil Phoenix Douluo Feng Ling, had her eyes bloodshot as she unleashed terrifying dark soul power, locking onto Huo Yuhao. In an instant, the atmosphere in the hall became tense and confrontational.

Led by the three brothers Zhongli Tian, Zhongli Di, and Zhongli Ren, the Holy Spirit Cult elders who were absolutely loyal to Zhongli Wu, along with several Titled Douluo–level evil soul master elders, simultaneously unleashed violent and sinister soul power fluctuations. Their soul rings shone brightly as they instantly surrounded Huo Yuhao and his companions in the center, their killing intent palpable.

However, in stark contrast to their fierce reaction were the Holy Spirit worshipers standing on the other side of the hall. Although the Third Elder, Scarlet Douluo Feiyan, the Fifth Elder, Evil Moon Douluo Yueming, and the Sixth Elder, Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng, also showed surprise on their faces, their soul power remained stable, and they showed no intention of making a move. Instead, they watched the sudden internal strife with cold eyes, like bystanders.

The worshiper system of the Holy Spirit Cult was completely different from that of the elders. Most of the elders were evil soul masters who had been trained by the Holy Spirit Cult since childhood and were of impeccable lineage, and they possessed a natural loyalty to the sect leader’s bloodline. The worshipers, on the other hand, were mostly powerful individuals who joined midway for various reasons. They were generally stronger, but their loyalty was also more limited.

Previously, with two Limit Douluo, Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao, in charge, these two pillars had barely been able to suppress these worshipers with their overwhelming strength. Now that both of them had fallen, Zhongli Wu, who lacked that absolute might, could no longer completely suppress them by force alone, and it was difficult for them to truly believe in him and obey his orders.

At this moment, faced with this sudden change, these worshipers were more concerned with their own interests and future than with getting involved in this internal strife.

Huo Yuhao coldly stared at Zhongli Wu, whose life force was fading rapidly and whose face was frozen in disbelief, his voice completely calm:

“I’m sorry, Master, but… who told you to block my way?”

The instant he made his move, he had used the power of the Herrscher of Sentience to distort and weaken Zhongli Wu’s perception of lethal danger. Otherwise, with Zhongli Wu’s cultivation level as a level 98 Super Douluo, even if he trusted Huo Yuhao completely, it would have been impossible for him to be struck through the heart without any defense.

The Huo Yuhao of today was no longer the same as before. He had reconciled with his dark second personality and accepted the despicable act of resorting to any means to save his mother. Electrolux felt helpless, but Huo Yuhao’s original intention was to save his mother’s soul, and he couldn’t find a reason to forcibly stop him. He could only try his best to guide him in the darkness to prevent him from completely sinking into depravity.

The Skydream Ice Silkworm also provided its full assistance, allowing Huo Yuhao to accelerate the absorption of its vast spiritual essence. This caused Huo Yuhao’s spiritual power and soul power to surge once again. Coupled with his further fusion with the Core of the Herrscher of Sentience, his strength had undergone a qualitative leap.

This was the fundamental reason why he was able to successfully ambush and instantly kill Zhongli Wu.

Thump.

Zhongli Wu’s body fell heavily to the ground, the sound like a death knell striking the hearts of Feng Ling and the others.

“Go! Avenge the sect leader!!”

The three brothers, Zhongli Tian, Zhongli Di, and Zhongli Ren, were furious. They were not only Zhongli Wu’s confidants but also his own blood relatives. Zhongli Wu’s death drove them to madness and fear. The three of them unleashed their soul power and charged fiercely at Huo Yuhao.

However, they couldn’t even get within three steps of Huo Yuhao.

Xiao Wu, who had been standing quietly behind Huo Yuhao, moved with ghostlike speed.

“Buzz—!”

A vast, majestic, and awe-inspiring divine power suddenly filled the entire hall. A flash of blue divine light disappeared in an instant, followed by three muffled explosions that rang out almost simultaneously—

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The three evil soul masters, Zhongli Tian, Zhongli Di, and Zhongli Ren—whose cultivation was at the Soul Douluo level and who could even hold their own against ordinary Titled Douluo when they joined forces—didn’t even have time to scream before they were crushed by an invisible force and instantly exploded into three thick clouds of blood mist, leaving no trace of their bodies.

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