On an extravagant and spacious phoenix bed, the Empress and Jade Concubine embraced each other passionately, kissing and caressing, while the rascal, his voice hoarse, directed them intently, reenacting every memory of the fox Empress that had lingered in his mind.
“Jade Concubine, press your breasts against the Empress’s—yes, press hard… Heh, heh, Empress, no dodging! Bite Jade’s little lips too, come on…”
Under the haze of the lustful blood barrier, the two women twisted their bodies like snakes, their physical desires transforming into endless emptiness, their aching, craving cores making them pant with longing.
Qiao San eagerly fanned the flames, thoroughly enjoying himself. Suddenly inspired, he arranged the Empress and Jade Concubine into an even more provocative “69” position. Watching Jade’s eager tongue penetrate the Empress’s passive folds, and the glistening moisture shimmering on her delicate, seductive lips, the rascal’s mood soared beyond words.
His masculine body trembled with excitement as his large hand came down heavily on Jade Concubine’s perky thigh. “Your Majesty and Consort, answer me truthfully—when I was away, did you seduce other men into your bed? Speak!”
Before Jade Concubine could withdraw her lips and tongue from the Empress’s sacred gate, Qiao San’s middle finger had already plunged deeply into her back passage.
At the moment the finger entered, the man’s anger instantly transformed into pleasure. Satisfied, he inhaled deeply, then sighed contentedly, “Mmm… your secret technique has improved! This rear passage feels even tighter than before!”
“Mmm… my dear, your servant practiced especially for you. My heart has always been yours alone… Mmm… Oh!”
Jade Concubine’s declaration of loyalty barely reached halfway when the rascal’s finger, thrusting inside her back passage, sent her words into a fluctuating moan. Immediately after, the Empress, seeking revenge, suddenly squeezed her thighs tightly around Jade’s head, her wild, throbbing folds sealing Jade’s lips shut, preventing her from fawning before the man.
Jade struggled, her face buried between the Empress’s thighs, the thick pubic hair tickling her delicate face, making it hard to breathe. But Jade was no pushover—she abruptly pressed her rounded hips downward, engulfing the Empress’s noble face completely.
“Heh, heh…” Watching the two royal women battle passionately before his eyes, the rascal felt a surging sense of conquest roaring like a hurricane within him. What could possibly prove their loyalty more than this scene?
Fueled by passion, Qiao San leapt boldly into the fray, his virile member striking forcefully into the Empress’s core. At the same time, his large hand pressed down on Jade’s head with a subtle gesture. Understanding instantly, Jade cleverly shifted her tongue to the man’s hardened shaft.
“Ha, ha…” His manhood first gliding across Jade’s delicate tongue and crimson lips, then plunging into the Empress’s body—this back-and-forth thrill finally overwhelmed Qiao San, and he threw his head back in triumphant laughter.
After several rounds of passionate lovemaking, like a storm over Mount Wu, the two royal beauties finally begged him to stop. Hearing the crow of a rooster signaling dawn, the rascal finally recalled his original purpose.
“My darlings, just what kind of demon dares to act so brazenly? Oh, and you have that Worship Hall, don’t you? It’s full of cultivators from the human realm. Are they all useless?!”
It was in this moment that the difference between the Jade Concubine and the Empress became clear. Both royal women were equally exhausted and unable to move, but Jade possessed an extra measure of determination. She forced her eyelids open, and her words remained coherent and calm.
“Although the Daoists of the Thunderfire Sect are loyal, their magical abilities are sorely lacking… Alas…”
After a long, helpless sigh, Jade continued, “This demon calls himself the Red Cloud King. No one knows from which remote mountain forest he emerged. He stands two zhang tall, with a green face and fangs—truly terrifying! My dear, I can only rely on you!”
Hearing this, the rascal couldn’t help but feel even more smug. He slapped Jade’s full, round breasts a few times, admiring the rippling waves they created, before shifting the topic. “With all the chaos in the human realm lately, have any beings from the Heavens appeared?”
Due to her connection with Yu Shan, Jade naturally harbored hostility toward the Heavens. After a moment of deep thought, she shook her head. “No one from Heaven has appeared, but Beigong Ping has returned to the Beigong Clan.”
“Beigong Ping!”
At the mention of that name, Qiao San’s eyes flickered. The image of Beigong Ping flashed briefly through his mind, but another, more haunting figure remained deeply etched in his heart—the sole regret lingering in his soul.
Sigh… It had been so long since he last heard from Beigong Zhen. He wondered if she still held resentment against him. Had the child been born yet? Was it a boy or a girl?
A wave of melancholy drifted into his mind, floating and floating, all the way to the rising of the morning sun, to the gates of the Beigong Clan, and finally to Beigong Ping’s face.
At the sight of Beigong Ping, a thousand emotions rushed through Qiao San’s heart, but he quickly concealed them, bowing calmly. “Qiao San greets Lord Beigong. I hope Your Lordship has been well.”
A sense of guilt toward a certain person made the rascal unusually sincere at this moment. As he bowed, he bent low, causing a flicker of surprise in Beigong Ping’s eyes.
“Master Qiao, you are now the Retired Emperor. Please, don’t humble yourself so. Rise!”
Though his tone was polite, Beigong Ping maintained a careful distance. After all, Qiao San and the Chenyuan Sect had a deep enmity.
How clever Qiao San was! Without even looking, he sensed Beigong Ping’s guarded attitude. With a silent sigh, he retracted his rare sincerity and stood up with a cheerful smile.
The two men—one righteous, one wicked—exchanged pleasant words on the surface, but beneath the surface, the rascal’s all-seeing magical powers had already swept through the entire Beigong estate. By the time he took his leave, he had already grasped everything.
So Beigong Ping had indeed returned with hidden intentions. Although the Beigong Clan bore no trace of divine presence, they had hidden many human cultivators—enough to rival the Emperor’s Thunderfire Sect.
At this thought, the rascal paused. Could it be that Beigong Ping was plotting rebellion?! But with him around, wouldn’t that be a foolish dream? Surely the great Yin-Yang Divine Hunter wouldn’t be so stupid! Should he warn Jade Concubine in advance? Heh heh… Forget it. Let’s wait and see. If Jade uses me, she won’t find it so easy either.
That day, the sky was clear and the sun shone brightly, when suddenly a chilling gust of wind howled through the daylight, sending the citizens of Zunlong City into panic, wailing and fleeing in all directions.
In front of the most luxurious mansion in the western district of Zunlong City, a demon descended from the sky—two zhang tall, with a green face and fangs.
“Boom!”
The demon’s massive foot landed squarely on the bronze guardian beasts at the gate. The pair of bronze lions were crushed into the earth beneath his weight. Wrapped in mismatched clothing, the demon swung his enormous fist and smashed the grand vermilion gate into splinters.
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