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Chapter 18: Scream for me!(+18)

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October 27, 2019. Wei Lan staggered across the Heavenly Sun Sect's qi forge, her silver robes torn and blood-streaked, late Core Formation qi a flickering blue hum as she dragged her qi-forged blade—its edge chipped from clashing Sun Wei's golden lance on the ramparts (Ch. 17). The forge's iron furnaces roared, their golden flames licking the air, steam hissing from qi-infused bellows—Bai Yun's death site thirty years ago, now a refuge turned battlefield. Her scarred face twisted with fury and despair, gray hair plastered to her brow with sweat, eyes darting toward the shadowed hatch where she'd last seen Bai Mei collapse ("Fuck me... please!" Ch. 17). "Sun Wei's won—Bai Mei's gone!" she thought, voice a ragged growl, qi pulsing to steady her trembling grip. "I'll kill him—end this madness!" The air thrummed with chaotic qi, sharp with molten steel and the faint echo of Bai Yun's screams—a memory Wei Lan shared from that blood ritual, chaining her loyalty to Bai Mei.

A golden flash erupted—Sun Wei burst through the hatch, hawkish features sharp in the firelight, lean frame taut in gold-threaded robes. His Nascent Soul qi flared—a golden storm surging—eyes glinting with cold triumph as he hefted his spear. "Wei Lan falls—sect's mine!" he roared, voice oily with victory, a fierce smirk curling his lips. "Jin Xiao's chaos—my crown's forged!" He'd crushed dissent on the ramparts (Ch. 17), enforcers loyal after Bai Ling's fall (Ch. 5) and Bai Mei's ruin (Ch. 15), Liu Kang's death and Chen Wei's corpse his banners. "Her ruin's my reign—stamp out the last!" he thought, qi surging, golden lance slashing air toward Wei Lan—a killing strike.

Jin Xiao slipped from a forge vent, golden eyes glinting—not atop, but weaving through the chaos, Core Formation peak qi—nearing Golden Core from Bai Mei's fall (Ch. 15)—pulsing through his lean frame. His black hair clung damp with forge heat, a predator threading the fray. "Sun Wei strikes—Wei Lan bleeds—perfect," he thought, smirk icy as he flicked qi into the forge bellows—a dark pulse warping their golden hum, amplifying the chaos. The NTR System hummed—"Targets engaged: Sect fracture deepens. Qi reserve: Notable boost."—a tool stoking the fire.

Wei Lan parried—blue arc clashing gold, sparks flying—"Traitor—die!"—her qi faltering, blade cracking further, blood dripping from a gash on her arm. "Bai Mei... I failed—damn him!" she thought, staggering as Sun Wei's lance grazed her shoulder, golden qi searing flesh. Bai Ling crawled from the hatch, tattered robes barely clinging, full tits swaying, jade skin flushed—"Master... fuck me!"—her voice a slutty rasp, early Core Formation qi a faint hum, Jin Xiao's pawn (Ch. 5). Bai Mei followed, gold robe shredded, heavy tits bared, moaning—"Fuck... Bai Yun... fuck me..."—Nascent Soul qi extinguished (Ch. 15), her pride ash.

Xue Yin perched atop a furnace, gaunt frame cloaked in black, pale skin taut over sharp bones. His red eyes glowed, mid-Core Formation qi pulsing with demonic taint—blood and ash trailing his breath. His crimson-streaked hair hung lank, claws tapping as he watched—"Chaos peaks—sect's ripe," he rasped, black qi threading into the forge arrays—a red flicker tainting their hum, a slow demonic seep. "Jin Xiao's fire—I'll reap the ash," he thought, grin widening as the Dark Abyss loomed closer.

Jin Xiao darted forward, qi threading the silver needle (Ch. 7–15)—not teasing, pressing it into Bai Ling's clit—"Scream for me!"—her moan—"Fuck... Master—harder!"—echoing, then spiking it toward Bai Mei's chest, a hot hum sinking into her tits—"Beg, Elder!" She writhed—"Fuck me... now—please!"—pussy gushing slickness, amplifying the chaos. Sun Wei roared, "Sect bows!"—qi lance slashing Wei Lan's guard, cracking her blade. Wei Lan fell, "No—Bai Mei!"—her voice breaking, qi fading as blood pooled. Jin Xiao's qi surged—Golden Core hints flared, the clash feeding him—"Sect splits—blood flows," he thought, the NTR System chiming—"Qi gained: Major boost. Golden Core threshold reached."—chaos reigning as the forge's golden flames swallowed their cries, Xue Yin's red eyes glinting above.