Chapter 1: The Reborn Blade
October 13, 2019. Yanhai's slums sprawled beneath a bruised dusk sky, a jagged maze of rusted tin roofs and crooked alleys choked with fish rot and salt wind off the coast. Lanterns flickered in the filth, casting dim pools of light over squatters and whores muttering in the shadows. Jin Xiao stood atop a sagging shack, golden eyes glinting like honed steel, Core Formation peak qi—reborn—humming through his lean frame. His black hair hung loose to his shoulders, a predator reborn from thirty years of torture and death (2049) into this gritty moment. "The sect descends tomorrow—my blade cuts first," he thought, smirking icily. "No heroes, no mercy—just dominion." The NTR System pulsed in his mind, a cold, mechanical hiss—"Host: Jin Xiao. Purpose: Corruption. Domination. Annihilation."—his tool to twist fate and shatter realms.
Below, the slums buzzed faintly—dockworkers hauling crates, a drunkard retching in a gutter—unaware of the storm brewing above. Jin Xiao's gaze swept the horizon, locking on the Heavenly Sun Sect's distant outpost—a squat fortress of white stone perched on a cliff, gold banners fluttering under the fading sun, its "righteous" facade masking qi-harvesting lies for the Upper Realms. "They broke me once—now I'll break them all," he thought, memories of chains, flayed flesh, and immortal greed (2019–2049) fueling his chill resolve. His rebirth wasn't revenge—it was annihilation, starting here.
A figure moved in the alley below—Bai Ling, the sect's prodigy, her slender frame wrapped in white robes, full tits pressing the fabric, hips swaying as she slipped past a merchant stall. Her jade skin glowed faintly, raven hair braided thick to her waist, almond eyes dark and sharp with ambition—pink lips curled in a smirk as she haggled over a qi herb. "Fuck the elders—I'll rise alone," she muttered, voice smooth and cunning, pocketing the herb with a flicker of qi. "Power's mine—no one else's," she thought, her lust for dominance buried under a "pure" mask.
Jin Xiao's eyes narrowed, golden gaze piercing her from above. "First pawn—ripe for twisting," he thought, qi threading a subtle pulse—not forcing, probing her meridians with a faint hum. The NTR System flared, whispering her flaws—ambition, suppressed desire, resentment toward her mother, Bai Mei. "She's mine—slow and sharp," he decided, leaping soundlessly to a lower roof, qi cloaking his descent. He landed in her path, golden eyes meeting hers as she turned, startled.
"Who the fuck are you?" she snapped, qi flaring—a golden spark—hand darting to her concealed dagger. "Another slum rat—die quick," she thought, stance tensing, her beauty sharpening with threat. Jin Xiao smirked, voice low and taunting, "A shadow who sees your chains, Bai Ling—ambition's a heavy load." The NTR System pulsed, threading a soft heat into her core—not overwhelming, a teasing itch. She stiffened, "Fuck off—slum trash!" but her breath hitched, nipples faintly stiffening under her robe. "Fuck... what's this heat?" she thought, fury clashing with a shameful flicker, qi wavering.
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He stepped closer, qi flaring—a subtle shield deflecting her dagger's slash, the blade clanging off with a spark. "You crave power—your sect's a leash," he purred, voice cutting through her defenses, qi spiking her earlobe—a warm breeze, not touching. "Ahh... fuck you... stop!" she gasped, a faint dampness blooming between her thighs, shame searing her as she swung again, qi slashing air, missing him by inches. "Fuck... my body's tingling—kill him!" she thought, her resolve buckling, pussy pulsing despite her rage.
Jin Xiao smirked, retreating a step, qi cloaking him as he melted into the alley's shadows. "First cut's hers—slow bleed begins," he thought, the NTR System humming with her flicker of submission. Bai Ling stood panting, "Fuck... who was he... fuck, why's it wet?"—her pride trembling, the slums' dusk swallowing his echo.