Right after Xiao Hu joined Daji's banner, and the two vanished from the Outer Sea, Zuixian raced back to the White Immortal sect, confused on whether he should warn his aunt, or keep this threat to himself. There should be no debate. No one could guarantee that Daji had revealed her entire army, or couldn't build a stronger one on her way to assault the East. After all, with the Eastern Imperial clan as her target, she'd need more than rank-six Ordained Beasts for a chance at victory. Perhaps her plans would stretch across decades, or involve foxy tricks known only to her. Perhaps she'd start within days. Regardless, for the sake of the Eastern Continent's cultivation world, Zuixian had to put the White Immortal Sect on notice—however…he didn't.
Each time that Zuixian considered warning Zi Yao, Xiao Hu's face would flash in his mind, eventually suppressing the critical news.
"There's no way…when did I start thinking with my shaft? This will not do. Guess I have to drown in 360L of wine to slam some sense back into my head," Zuixian said, then went back to what he did best: drinking himself to sleep. But for once, the booze didn't carry the same savor. Worse, more images fluctuated in Zuixian's mind, and only after the 60th liter, he left the White Immortal sect—chasing the green hat.
Meanwhile, an envoy of the Central Domain had arrived in the Evernight Palace's Foreign Affairs Bureau, bringing with her an invitation to the Immortal Ascension Grand Prix.
"Consort Jingzhao, my sincere apologies. Our God-Monarch is currently guiding his new consorts in the holiest practices of Lianism—he cannot receive you," a random Edict Supervisor of the Foreign Affairs Bureau told an alluring woman. Dressed in a long pink dress that left her chest exposed, with two circles of golden chains hanging at either side of her purple belt, the lady steadied the bangs at the front of her trailing white hair, her blue eyes staring at the Edict Supervisor as she tapped her foot in impatience. She was Xue Jingzhao, Noble Consort of the August Divinity, and last living member of the ancient Xue clan.
Xue as in Xue Lin, Xue as in Xue Yuanshao: the former rulers of the Northern Continent.
"Bastard, my cultivation base might be stranded at the peak of Supreme Clarity, but I'm still both the Noble Consort of the Taiyang clan and Hall Master of the Demon Slaying Hall! How can a trivial Edict Supervisor receive me? That alone was insulting enough, but while I bring you your first invitation to the Immortal Ascension Grand Prix, an invitation signed by the August Divinity himself, you refuse to let me hand it to your God-Monarch!" Among the Great Desolation World's various factions, lack of proper etiquette was no laughing matter, and could overnight drive tens of thousands into the flames of war.
Xue Jingzhao's consort status might not be worth much in the eyes of Taiyang clan elders, but a Noble Consort she still was. Add to that her envoy status, and at the very least, a Earth Immortal elder of the Hengye clan should be the one greeting her. Instead, they dispatched an early-stage Supreme Clarity Edict Supervisor, giving Jingzhao and the Taiyang clan absolutely no face.
"Said by an Ice Spirit, these words are laughable at best. I am a Night Spirit of the Evernight Palace. Even if my cultivation was 100 times lower than yours—and it's not—you'd still have to look up to me. Did you think that merely because you served as Taiyang Yuan's rubbish consort, and leader of some mortal hall, your name would commend respect here? Nonsense. This is the Hengye clan. Who gave you the audacity to act so presumptuously under the roof of the Eternal Night Dynasty?"
"What August Divinity? Taiyang Yuan is just a False God. Our monarch has yet to go through his consecration, but is already 10,000 times more divine than that counterfeit deity will ever be. Don't think his name means anything here. Our Great Elder alone is enough to teach the fool a lesson!"
"Ice Spirits are not Divines. How many deities does the Ice Pantheon have in Heaven, and for how long can they maintain your broken pantheon? Spirits born from the Basic or Intermediate Elements are no-good defects and have about the same value as mysterious beasts. No! At least beasts can bark, hiss and entertain. What can your sorry lot do?! You are lucky that we allow you to breathe our air! Know your place!"
Starting with the Edict Supervisor, various members of the Foreign Affairs Bureau unloaded their venom, verbally abusing Xue Jingzhao, who reeled back in shock. Taiyang and Hengye had never been on good terms, and their relationship had taken a nosedive since Hengye Wuxin, but for all intent and purposes, if anyone had to feel hatred, it would be the Taiyang clan.
Hengye Wuxin battered their new divinity on the day of his consecration, at the same time revealing that Yuemi had murdered and impersonated their Crown Princess already.
As if that wasn't enough, the Hengye later conquered the Western Continent, and would have no doubt exterminated the Taiyang if not for their monarch's sudden disappearance. Still, the Taiyang kept their resentment bottled up, and now even offered their sworn enemy and invitation to the Great Desolation World's number one event. Why was the response this aggressive?
Jingzhao couldn't imagine that the Evernight Palace's residents had just suffered a heavy blow from Xinzi's new policies, the loss of the Chained Dragon Hall especially rattling. Many of them used these spare bodies to roam the Endless Sea, safely exploring its secrets while adding to the chaos that turned so many clans upside down.
Without their toys, a sense of loss and emptiness had wormed into their hearts—urging them to vent on whoever was unfortunate enough to stand in their way. She just happened to be at the wrong space at the wrong time. Also, she was Xue Jingzhao, and no one liked that ho.
'Oh, the Great Betrayer? Mhm…send her to Night Flower City's Consummation Palace. I will receive the invitation.' Xinzi, who'd just received the news, told the Edict Supervisor—for a time drawing his attention away Jingzhao's saucy curves.
"Humph! All the good fortune you've cultivated through your previous incarnations is bearing fruit today! The God-Monarch summons you!"
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In Night Flower City's Consummation Palace, a large breasted, big booted beauty sprawled over red velvet sheets, biting on the oval mattress as her legs trembled, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. A bald monk stood underneath her, his face pressed between her ass cheeks while his tongue twirled in her cunt, making her legs quiver and her juice drip over the red sheets.
A narrow-waisted beauty lay over our monk, sliding up and down his back to rub the glistening oil on her compact breasts all across his back. One more beauty lay, face-down, between his legs, stroking his large meat-stick while dragging her tongue up and down the veiny shaft. The meat pulsed in the beauty's hand, and after flicking her tongue over her lips, she pulled our monk's balls into her mouth, sucking one with greedy eyes while her hands still pumped his spit-drenched shaft. The cock aimed at a fourth beauty's lips. With her middle fingers, the beauty stretched her mouth to the limit, keeping it as wide-open as possible to receive every bit of Xinzi's spunk.
Six naked dancers sat crossed-legged around them, rubbing glistening oil over their faces, chests and thighs—their limbs bending in arcane gestures while their lips chanted Xinzi's depraved mantras. The Blissful Extinction Art's golden flames wrapped the scene, adding to the mystic.
Our monk called this…the game of Stretch and Swallow.
The six dancers each stretched one index out. Dark-blue flames flickered on top of them, and with devious smiles, they pressed the flames on Xinzi's meat. Instantly, a red hue spread over the skin. Our monk's cock stretched to its maximum length, and as it faced the eager hussy's wide-open mouth, drizzles of precum sneaked out, dropping on the hussy's lips.
"Oooh…ohh…Aaaah!" Unfortunately for the starving hussy, no amount of stimulation could make Xinzi's cock unload. Annoyed, she stuck her tongue out, tasting the head of our monk's meat while her partner in crime still sucked on his balls and pumped the shaft. The hussy getting her cunt explored by Xinzi's masterful tongue broke here—letting go of the sheets to moan and squeal as loud as her throat allowed her to.
"You four lost. You know the rules. Ass only," Xinzi said, pulled his face out of the hussy's buttcheeks, and as her three helpers rolled to the side, our monk flipped to his back, his skull still resting on the sex-dazed hussy's butt while his cock hung proudly in the air, beckoning for hussies to come impale their asses on the meat.
One rose to the challenge, swaying her hips over our monk's cock.. It tensed up, brushing the hussy's cheeks on its own—eager to plow.