Chapter 19: Jin Xiao’s chaos(+18)
October 28, 2019. Midday sun burned over the Heavenly Sun Sect's central spire rooftop, a vast, flat expanse atop the sect's tallest tower, its goldstone surface cracked and scorched, ringed by jagged qi antennae pulsing faintly—once a beacon of sect unity, now a throne of ruin. The air thrummed with chaotic qi, sharp with the tang of ozone and the distant screams of Yanhai's chaos below—slum fires flickering as sect enforcers clashed with dissenters. Sun Wei stood at the roof's edge, hawkish features sharp in the harsh light, lean frame taut in gold-threaded robes, Nascent Soul qi flaring—a golden storm surging as he thrust his spear skyward. "Wei Lan's dead—Bai Mei's ash, I rule supreme!" he roared, voice oily with triumph, a fierce smirk curling his lips. "Jin Xiao's chaos—my sect reborn!" He'd crushed Wei Lan in the forge (Ch. 18), her blood staining his rise—enforcers bowing after Liu Kang's death, Chen Wei's corpse, Bai Ling's fall (Ch. 5), and Bai Mei's ruin (Ch. 15) sealed his grip. "Her ruin's my reign—none defy me!" he thought, qi surging, golden wave rippling outward, asserting his dominion.
Jin Xiao emerged from a spire hatch—not poised above, but striding forward, golden eyes glinting with cold glee, Core Formation peak qi—on the cusp of Golden Core (Ch. 18)—pulsing through his lean frame. His black hair whipped in the wind, a predator claiming his stage. "Sun Wei crows—his throne's my toy," he thought, smirk icy as he flicked qi into the antennae—a dark pulse warping their golden hum, threading chaos into the sect's fading defenses. The NTR System hummed—"Targets engaged: Sect fracture nears peak. Qi reserve: Major boost."—a tool stoking the fire, his breakthrough imminent.
Bai Ling knelt near Jin Xiao, tattered robes clinging to her slender frame, full tits swaying as she crawled—jade skin flushed, early Core Formation qi a faint hum, broken by him (Ch. 5). "Master... fuck me—more!" she purred, voice a slutty rasp, hands roaming her body—his pawn, fully corrupted (resistance: 10%). Bai Mei sprawled beside her, gold robe shredded, heavy tits bared as she writhed—Nascent Soul qi extinguished (Ch. 15), silver-streaked hair matted, moaning—"Fuck... Bai Yun... fuck me..."—her pride ash (resistance: 0%). "Fuck... he's all—fuck me!" she thought, pussy gushing slickness, shame drowned in lust—Bai Yun's forge death (Ch. 8) to spire vigilance (Ch. 14) now Jin Xiao's echo.
Elder Sun Wei turned, qi lance slashing air toward Jin Xiao—"Rogue—serve or die!"—golden arc blazing, enforcers fanning out, gold robes glinting. Jin Xiao grinned, qi shield flaring—a clash of gold and dark, sparks flying—"You rule ash, Sun Wei—watch it burn," he taunted, voice ice cutting through the hum, qi threading the needle (Ch. 7–15) into Bai Ling's clit—"Scream!"—her moan—"Fuck... Master—harder!"—echoing, then spiking it to Bai Mei's tits—"Beg!" She writhed—"Fuck me... now—please!"—their moans a chorus shattering Sun Wei's focus.
Xue Yin perched atop an antenna, 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 reigns—sect's ripe," he rasped, black qi threading into the antennae—a red flicker tainting their hum, a slow demonic seep spreading outward. "Jin Xiao's blaze—I'll reap the inferno," he thought, grin widening as the Dark Abyss stirred closer—slum fires below his signal.
Sun Wei roared, "Kneel, rogue!"—qi lance slashing again, cracking a stone slab, enforcers closing in—"Sect's mine!" Jin Xiao dodged, qi flaring dark—"Your sect's ash—mine to wield,"—countering with a qi dart, piercing an enforcer's shoulder—blood spraying, a scream echoing. Bai Ling moaned louder—"Master... fuck me!"—Bai Mei echoed—"Fuck... please!"—their lust stoking chaos, enforcers faltering, Sun Wei's qi wavering. Jin Xiao's qi surged—Golden Core threshold pulsed—"Fracture spreads—power's mine," he thought, the NTR System chiming—"Qi gained: Breakthrough imminent. Golden Core forming."—chaos peaking as the spire's golden light swallowed their cries, Xue Yin's red eyes glinting above, enforcers clashing in disarray below.
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