Chapter 261: Chapter 261 – An unexpected meet-up

’What the…’

His eyes widened as a black robe identical to his own—added with purple glitter—began forming around her naked body, the fabric materializing out of thin air and wrapping around her curves.

But that wasn’t the strangest part.

The black butterfly mark on her back—the one he’d been observing—suddenly started glowing intensely, shifting in color from black to violet, the light pulsing brighter and brighter.

A black mist began seeping out from the mark, swirling around Xiang’s body like smoke, wrapping around her limbs and torso.

He kept blinking, unable to process what he was seeing.

Then, in an instant, her entire form shimmered and transformed.

Xiang’s body dissolved into thousands of black butterflies, each one fluttering independently, wings beating in perfect synchronization.

His mouth twitched as he watched the swarm of butterflies fly through the air, circling around him once before condensing into a single butterfly that landed gracefully on his shoulder.

“What the…” he muttered, unable to finish the sentence.

[DING!]

The system screen flashed into existence, glowing brightly in his vision.

[CONGRATULATIONS! Host has successfully claimed Target: Yu Xiang]

[TRUE IDENTITY REVEALED]

[Target Name: Yu Xiang (Human Identity)]

[True Identity: Fairy Yu Xiang—Void Butterfly Bloodline Bearer]

[Bloodline: Ancient Void Butterfly Clan—Extinct Mythical Lineage]

[Bloodline Purity: 100% Pure—Last Living Descendant]

[WARNING: This bloodline was thought extinct 10,000 years ago after the Void Butterfly Clan was annihilated by combined forces of the upper realm’s ancestral order due to their overwhelming spatial abilities.]

[BLOODLINE ABILITIES UNLOCKED]

[1. Absolute Spatial Dominance: Can manipulate space within a 10,000-mile radius—teleportation, dimensional rifts, spatial locks, and space warping are all possible. No formation can trap the holder or those under the touch of her.]

[2. Void Phasing: Can phase through any physical matter, spiritual barriers, or dimensional walls at will—completely untouchable when activated. Holder becomes incorporeal, existing between dimensions. Attacks pass through harmlessly. Can extend this ability to anything Holder touches.]

[3. Dimensional Pocket Mastery: Can create infinite storage dimensions with no time bound and custom pocket realms. Holder can trap enemies in inescapable void prisons from where they can see, hear, taste, and smell everything but cannot escape until the trapping butterfly individual form is located or cut.]

[ADDITIONAL NOTES]

[The Void Butterfly mark on her back serves as a soul bond pet—she is now permanently linked to Host. Her transformation ability allows her to become a swarm of butterflies or a single butterfly at will. Host can summon her at any time.]

[This bloodline’s power was feared across all realms because spatial cultivators could assassinate anyone, steal anything, and escape any trap. The extinction of this clan was considered necessary for universal stability.]

His eyes widened as he read through the information, the implications hitting him like a sledgehammer.

’She’s… the last of an extinct bloodline?’

Before he could process further, he felt something—a delicate hand forming out of thin air, fingers materializing from black mist and touching his cheek gently.

Then came her voice, soft and teasing, whispering directly into his ear from the butterfly perched on his shoulder.

“What happened? Aren’t you going to compare us?”

He blinked, shaking his head as a small smile tugged at his lips.

With a snap of his fingers, the entire Pleasure Palace began to shimmer and fade, the ornate room dissolving like smoke as the dimensional space collapsed back into his control.

“Indeed,” he muttered under his breath, “heaven’s favored ones are definitely in another league.”

“Heaven, what—?” Xiang’s voice faded as they both stepped out of the fading shimmer of the Pleasure Palace, the black soil crunching under his boots as the barren wasteland stretched out before him like a dead black sea with a mountain at a large distance nearly vaporized a moment ago by Akane.

Xiang, now a single violet-tinged butterfly perched on his shoulder, fluttered her wings softly but avoided his line of sight.

She was as confused as Tianlong.

’What the hell?’ Tianlong thought as he seemed hardly able to process what he was seeing.

Akane stood there, arms crossed tightly over her robe, her fox ears twitching like they were picking up every filthy detail from the hour he’d spent buried inside Xiang.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, face twisted in that mix of annoyance and barely contained fury, like she’d been stewing the whole time.

But he was not surprised by that, more so by how Akane was letting someone stand beside her… someone who made his skin crawl with a surge of flashes in his mind bombarding—dark skin etched with tribal tattoos, those jagged horns curling from her forehead, her wild mane of orange, black, and white hair framing a face that screamed predator.

Yes, it was the same woman who had a moment ago killed him and now stood so harmless.

Forget harmless, Akane seemed even close enough to allow that woman to touch her tail.

Sabrina literally held one of Akane’s tails in her grip, rubbing it absentmindedly like it was some toy.

“You are finally out, hm?” Akane let her golden eyes snap to him the second he appeared but halted as she didn’t seem to find the woman who stole her husband from her.

But Tianlong didn’t seem to avert his gaze from those sharp predatory striped ones of Sabrina’s whose lips peeled back, flashing sharp canines that glinted in the dim light cast by dark clouds.

She tilted her head, leaning in like she was sizing up prey.

“What? A man out here in this shithole wilderness?” Her voice was a low growl, rough and teasing, before her body blurred—gone in a blink, reappearing an inch from his face, close enough that he could feel the heat rolling off her striped skin.

Tianlong didn’t flinch, just blinked once as she reached out, her clawed fingers brushing his chin, rubbing along the jawline with a curiosity that bordered on invasive.

“Never seen a pretty boy like you before,” she murmured, her nose twitching as she leaned closer, inhaling deep.

That enhanced tiger sense of hers picked up everything—the sweat, the cum, the lingering pussy scent baked into his pores from some woman’s endless squirting.

“Though damn, you reek. Like you’ve been balls-deep in someone for hours… You know what, I want to kill you.”

Her finger tapped his cheek playfully as her eyes squinted as if seeing him as an insect, but her eyes widened when her fingers passed right through, phasing into nothing but air.

Sabrina’s eyes flickered, confusion flickering as she pulled back, glancing over her shoulder at him.

He blinked again, casual as ever, then lifted his hand—mirroring her move from before.

His palm connected with her cheek, solid and warm, making her freeze.

The touch lingered, and in that split second, Tianlong caught the flash of a twitch in her eyes as if she might kill him for laying a hand on her but given the cheat butterfly seated on his shoulder, he couldn’t help but want to confirm the conclusion he reached as to why this woman killed him an hour ago.

He provoked, leaning until their breath made Sabrina’s nose twitch, “Don’t tell me, kitten, you killed me just because you weren’t able to handle my smell? Huh?”

To be honest, he was angry.

So much especially from her facial expression, the way her nose twitched and eyes seemed to look at him as if he was a disgusting piece of shit especially when she mentioned his scent—cum scent to be specific.

Even in that frustration, due to his overwhelming vitality leaking, the ground beneath started to slowly bloom with green grass, the black soil turning fertile as plants started to bloom from it while his crimson and gold eyes bring intensity to Sabrina.

“Heh?” Sabrina jerked back, her speed fast enough to slide her face away from his finger, but she didn’t swipe at him—not yet.

Her nose wrinkled again, that predatory sniff turning into a snarl as she ignored Tianlong completely, looking back over her shoulder towards Akane, “The fuck is wrong with your man? Doesn’t he know that touching a woman could just end up with his—”

Sabrina’s words died mid-sentence as her hand shot out, faster than most could track, her clawed fingers clamping down on the bulge beneath his robe.

She grabbed it—his cock, his balls, everything—squeezing tight enough to make any normal man drop to his knees screaming.

“—dick ripped off before he even realizes—”

Her grip was vicious as she paused in her words, cruel, the kind meant to tear flesh from bone.

“You are lucky that my mood is relaxed for now,” she hissed, leaning in close, her face showing visible embedded tattoos forming tiger stripes that seemed to be twisted into something feral.

“Now, act like a man…” Sabrina snarled, her hand clenching harder, twisting. “And beg. I want to hear you crawl before I rip this pathetic thing off and feed it to—”

Tianlong didn’t flinch.

His crimson-gold eyes just stared down at her, calm as still water, even as her claws dug through the fabric.

That only pissed her off more, and breaking her mind was his words with those eyes looking down on her even with their somewhat similar height.

“You should’ve said from the start you wanted this,” he said, voice low and provoking, like he was talking to a child throwing a tantrum.

’!?!’

Her eyes widened.

’This?’

Because instead of feeling him shrink, instead of feeling soft flesh crumble under her grip—

It grew.

Right there in her palm.

His dick seemed to protest against her grip and surge.

She felt it pulse, thicken, lengthening against her fingers like it had a mind of its own.

Seven inches became eight.

Eight became nine.

Her hand started trembling as it pushed past ten inches, the girth forcing her fingers apart.

“What the—” she breathed, her voice cracking for the first time.

Twelve inches.

The bulge beneath his robe stretched obscenely large, straining against the fabric, and her hand—her iron grip that could crush stone—loosened involuntarily.

Tianlong lifted his hand, and while she was shocked, looking down toward his crotch, his hand grabbed her jaw, lifting her chin to meet his eyes.

Her widened gaze met his, her pupils trembling rapidly from seeing something possible. He said,

“Seeing your expression, should I start by entering you with this length? Huh, Miss Kitty?…”

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