Chapter 17: Master... more...(+18)
October 26, 2019. Noon sun blazed over the Heavenly Sun Sect's outer ramparts, a jagged line of black stone battlements ringing the sect's cliffside perimeter, their weathered qi cannons silent under a sky streaked with golden clouds. The air thrummed with tense qi, sharp with the tang of scorched earth and the distant crash of Yanhai's waves below—a defensive line once fortified by Bai Yun's strategies, now a fractured frontier. Jin Xiao stood atop a crumbling turret, golden eyes glinting in the harsh light, Core Formation peak qi—bolstered by Bai Mei's fall (Ch. 15)—pulsing through his lean frame. His black hair swayed in the cliff wind, a predator poised above a splintering wall. "The sect cracks—Bai Mei's ruin spreads," he thought, smirking icily. "Ling's my blade, chaos my forge." The NTR System hummed—"Targets acquired: Sect fracture progressing. Qi reserve: Significant boost."—a cold tool primed to rend the sect apart.
Elder Sun Wei stood on a central battlement, hawkish features sharp in the noon glare, lean frame taut in gold-threaded robes. His Nascent Soul qi flared—a golden haze with a cold, ambitious edge—eyes glinting as he raised a qi-infused spear, rallying a dozen gold-robed enforcers. "Bai Mei's ash—Ling's filth, I rule now!" he roared, voice oily with triumph, a fierce smirk curling his lips. "Jin Xiao's chaos—my throne's forged in it!" He'd seized control after the crypt (Ch. 15), Bai Ling's fall (Ch. 5) and Bai Mei's collapse (Ch. 15) his mandate—enforcers reporting Liu Kang's death and Chen Wei's corpse as proof of his strength. "Her ruin's my reign—crush the weak!" he thought, qi surging sharply, threading a golden wave across the ramparts, asserting his rule.
Elder Wei Lan stood atop an adjacent turret, wiry frame rigid in silver robes, late Core Formation qi a cool blue hum as she gripped a qi-forged blade—scarred face set, gray hair cropped short. "Sun Wei usurps—Bai Mei's lost!" she barked, voice gravelly, eyes narrowing as she faced him, loyal to Bai Mei (Ch. 8–16). "Defend her—end this traitor!" she thought, qi pulsing fiercely, blade slashing Sun Wei's golden wave—a blue arc clashing gold, sparks flying—"You'll fall, schemer!" Her resolve wavered—Bai Mei's crypt moans ("Fuck me... please!" Ch. 15) echoing, a wound to her loyalty.
Bai Ling emerged from a rampart hatch, slender frame swaying in tattered white robes, full tits pressing the fabric, jade skin flushed with lust. Her raven hair hung loose, almond eyes glassy with submission—早 Core Formation qi a faint hum, broken by Jin Xiao (Ch. 5). "Fuck me... Jin Xiao..." she purred, voice a slutty rasp, hands roaming her body as she staggered toward him—his pawn, fully corrupted (resistance: 10%). "Fuck... he's mine—more!" she thought, pussy dripping slickness, pride ash after his relentless assault (Ch. 1–5).
Bai Mei knelt in a shadowed nook, gold robe shredded, heavy tits bared as she clawed the stone—Nascent Soul qi a dim flicker, shattered by Jin Xiao's crypt climax (Ch. 15). Her silver-streaked hair clung to her sharp, broken face, dark eyes vacant, voice a cracked moan—"Fuck... Bai Yun... fuck me..."—her pride, forged by Bai Yun's death (Ch. 8–14), now dust (resistance: 0%). "Fuck... he's all—fuck me!" she thought, pussy gushing slickness, shame and surrender tangling as Bai Yun's screams faded, Jin Xiao's voice reigning.
Xue Yin slipped onto a rampart ledge, gaunt frame cloaked in tattered black robes, pale, grayish skin stretched tight over sharp bones. His sunken eyes glowed red, mid-Core Formation qi pulsing with a demonic taint—blood and ash trailing his breath. His jet-black hair, streaked crimson, hung lank over his jagged grin, blackened claws tapping as he watched—active since the crypt (Ch. 16). "Chaos peaks—her qi's ripe," he rasped, voice a dry hiss, black qi threading toward a qi cannon—a faint mist tainting its golden hum with a red flicker, a slow demonic seep. "Jin Xiao's flood—I'll reap the tide," he thought, red eyes glinting as he savored the sect's fracture. "Dark Abyss rises—her ruin's ours."
Jin Xiao's gaze flicked to Xue Yin, golden eyes narrowing—"Demon stirs—more fuel,"—then to Bai Mei and Bai Ling, qi threading into the rampart cannons, a fierce pulse warping their golden hum with a dark dissonance, amplifying the chaos below. "Your sect's split, Bai Mei—feel it fall," he purred, voice low and taunting, qi carrying it to her ears through the cannons' hum. He flicked the silver needle (Ch. 7–15)—pressing it against Bai Ling's chest, a hot hum sinking into her tits, spiking her lust—"Fuck me harder, Master!"—then turning to Bai Mei, needle brushing her clit, a relentless pulse sealing her ruin. She writhed, "Fuck... Bai Yun... fuck me—now!"—her voice a shattered moan, pussy gushing slickness, hands clawing the stone as her qi guttered out.
Sun Wei roared, "Sect's mine—bow!"—qi flaring gold, slashing Wei Lan's blue arc, cracking a cannon barrel. Wei Lan staggered, "No—stop him!"—her voice breaking, qi pulsing blue to counter—"Traitor falls!" Jin Xiao's qi surged—Golden Core hints flared brighter, Bai Mei's fall and the clash feeding him. He leapt back to the turret, "Sect splits—pawns bleed," he thought, the NTR System humming—"Qi gained: Notable boost. Core Formation peak nearing Golden Core." Bai Mei moaned, "Fuck me... please..."—her pride ash, Bai Ling purred beside her—"Master... more..."—Sun Wei's qi clashing Wei Lan's as the ramparts' golden light swallowed their echoes, Xue Yin's grin widening in the dark.
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