Chapter 7: The Master of the Courtyard
The morning sun had finally risen fully over the crimson-tinted skies of the Feng Clan estate, casting a deep, bloody glare across the shattered tiles of the fourth courtyard.
The heavy, musky scent of raw conquest and completely transcendent holy ozone hung thick in the air, creating a bizarrely suffocating atmosphere that completely defied the natural, sulfur-choked energy of the demonic sect.
Down on the smooth stone floor, Feng Xian'er slowly opened her obsidian-dark eyes. The fierce, icy glare that usually made outer disciples drop to their knees in stark terror was entirely absent. Instead, her gaze was hazy, deeply content, and thoroughly dazed.
As she shifted her weight, a low, soft whimper escaped her swollen lips. Her inner thighs were slick and dripping with the warm, heavy remnants of Feng Tao's divine fluid, a physical testament to the absolute, unyielding dominance he had just asserted over her body.
She looked up at Feng Tao, who was casually leaning against a half-collapsed stone pillar, lazily playing with a strand of his dark hair. The moment her eyes locked onto his broad shoulders, her heart skipped a violent beat. A deep, burning flush rushed up her porcelain neck, coloring her cheeks in a brilliant crimson.
The proud, ruthless Demonic Temptress who had spent years treating men like disposable cultivation batteries was completely gone. In her place was a thoroughly conquered woman whose entire being had been rewritten from the inside out.
"Master..." Xian'er whispered, her voice trembling with an intense, intoxicating blend of absolute devotion and lingering ecstasy.
She scrambled across the stone tiles on her knees, completely unbothered by the fact that her expensive purple silks were ripped to shreds, exposing her heavily bouncing, massive breasts and her flushed, naked skin to the open air.
She pressed her cheek directly against his thigh, her fingers trembling as she clutched at his dark robes. "Please forgive your servant for her previous arrogance. My core... my life... everything I am belongs solely to you."
Before Feng Tao could even smirk at his new trophy, a small, fluffy white blur darted out from the shadows of the porch. Lilou rushed over, her twin fox tails wagging so violently they created a small breeze in the ruined courtyard. She didn't look at Xian'er with jealousy or anger; instead, her wide, amber eyes were filled with a euphoric, absolute reverence.
"Master is so incredible!" Lilou squealed, throwing her arms around his other leg, her soft fox ears twitching with pure delight. "The Second Young Mistress was always so scary, but Master purified her so easily! Master's holy weapon is truly the greatest under the heavens!"
Feng Xian'er blinked, looking up at the tiny fox-kin girl. Any other day, the proud Demonic Temptress would have executed a low-tier beast servant for even speaking in her presence. But now, bound by the same absolute, unshakeable loyalty to the same man, she felt an instant, bizarre sisterly bond forming.
"She is right," Xian'er murmured, her face burning hotter as she looked at Feng Tao's crotch, where his thick, heavy length was lazily resting beneath his robes. "Master's... holy light... was far too powerful. I could not resist even if I wanted to."
Feng Tao let out a loud, arrogant laugh, casually running one hand through Xian'er's silken black hair while his other hand stroked Lilou's soft fox ears. Both high-tier beauties shivered simultaneously, letting out synchronized, breathless gasps of pure bliss at his lightest touch.
He was sitting at the 7th Layer of Qi Condensation now, his physical muscle density humming with the terrifying, dormant power of the Heavenly Dragon-Elephant Strength. He felt like an absolute god among insects.
But right on cue, before he could enjoy his two-maiden harem any further, the majestic, eardrum-shattering angelic choir violently blasted inside his skull at maximum, agonizing volume.
[DING! HALLELUJAH!]
[The Almighty looks down upon thy growing sanctuary and rejoices!]
[The Demonic Temptress has been turned into a pious lamb of the faith!]
[However, a flock of filthy, gossiping sinners has gathered outside thy sacred gates, whispering blasphemy against thy holy name!]
[Main Quest Triggered: The Great Evangelical Face-Slap!]
[Objective: Walk out of your courtyard and assert absolute, unyielding dominance over the gathering crowd of outer branch disciples.]
[Method: You must make the Second Young Mistress, Feng Xian'er, publicly display her total, submissive servitude to you in front of everyone.]
[Reward: 500 Purifying Points, 1x Lesser Divine Healing Elixir.]
[Failure Punishment: "The Skunk of God" curse.]
[For the next 48 hours, your body will violently exude the scent of rotten durian and wet dog whenever you come within five feet of a beautiful maiden, completely neutralizing your Angelic Charm.]
Feng Tao's right eye twitched violently in pure, unadulterated frustration. 'A skunk curse?! You trash system! I just gathered two premium-tier waifus and you want to make me smell like a walking garbage dump?!'
Faced with the horrifying fact of smelling like a wet dog around two gorgeous women who currently thought he smelled like heaven, Feng Tao didn't waste a single millisecond.
"Xian'er, stand up," Feng Tao commanded, his voice dropping into a rough alpha tone that made both girls instantly straighten their spines.
"Yes, Master!" Xian'er gasped, her body reacting automatically to his dominance.
She quickly gathered the torn remnants of her purple silk robes, tying them loosely around her voluptuous waist. It did absolutely nothing to hide her heavy, bouncing breasts or the deep, red handprints Feng Tao had left on her thighs, but her face was full of immense pride.
She picked up Feng Tao's outer black sect coat from the floor, carefully shaking off the dust, and gently draped it over his broad shoulders, fixing his collar with the gentle, submissive care of a doting housewife.
"Lilou, stay close," Feng Tao said, a wicked, thoroughly un-angelic grin crossing his face. "Let's go show the neighborhood who owns this mountain."
Outside the shattered iron hinges of the fourth courtyard, a massive crowd of over fifty outer branch disciples, low-tier enforcers, and Feng Shui's remaining lackeys had gathered in a tight semicircle. They were all murmuring excitedly, their eyes glued to the dust-filled entrance.
"Did you hear the screaming earlier? It was brutal!" one disciple whispered eagerly. "The Second Young Mistress definitely skinned him alive! You know how she is, she hates anyone breaking the clan rules."
"Yeah, Feng Tao is definitely a corpse by now," another scoffed, crossing his arms. "That trash actually thought he could beat up Feng Shui and get away with it. Xian'er probably drained his vital essence until he turned into a dried-up prune."
But just as the laughter began to spread through the crowd, the dust cleared.
A heavy, deliberate footstep echoed from the doorway.
Feng Tao stepped through the ruined gates. He wasn't bloody. He wasn't bruised. In fact, his dark robes were perfectly neat, his chest broader, and his entire posture radiating a terrifyingly dense, suffocating pressure that instantly silenced the entire crowd.
His [Angelic Charm] passive flared outward like an invisible, heavy tidal wave, hitting the disciples dead in their faces.
The crowd collectively gasped, stumbling backward. The sheer weight of his 7th Layer Qi Condensation aura was bad enough, but the scent of pure ozone and dominant masculine authority made the male disciples' knees tremble in instinctual submission, while a few low-tier maids in the back instantly flushed crimson, their eyes going completely glassy.
But the real shock, the earth-shattering moment that caused multiple disciples to literally choke on their own saliva, came from the figure walking a half-step behind him.
Feng Xian'er, the cold-blooded, untouchable, lethal Demonic Temptress of the Feng Clan, was walking with her head submissively bowed.
Her legendary purple silks were completely torn open, proudly displaying the raw, chaotic marks of a savage, relentless mating session.
She was holding the edge of Feng Tao's coat like a loyal servant girl, her face completely soft, flushed, and radiant with a blissful, love-struck smile that no one in the history of the demonic empire had ever seen on her face.
"M-Mistress Xian'er...?" a senior enforcer stammered, his eyes practically bulging out of his skull as his brain completely short-circuited. "Your robes... you... he..."
Xian'er slowly raised her head, her obsidian eyes instantly turning incredibly cold and sharp as she glared at the speaker. "Watch your tongue, insect. You are in the presence of my Master. If anyone dares to look at him with disrespect, I will personally pull your spine out through your throat."
The entire crowd froze in absolute, paralyzed terror. Their jaws hit the dirt floor. The notorious trash young master hadn't been killed, he had somehow, impossibly, tamed the clan's most fearsome temptress into a completely devoted slave within a single hour.
Inside Feng Tao's head, the angelic trumpets let out a glorious, triumphant blast.
[Ding!]
[Quest Completed: The Great Evangelical Face-Slap!]
[Thy holy dominance has thoroughly shattered the sanity of the heathen crowd!]
[The sinners tremble before thy righteous pimp-walk!]
[Rewards Granted:]
[500 Purifying Points! (Total: 3,200 PP)]
[1x Lesser Divine Healing Elixir (Stored in inventory)]
Feng Tao smirked, casually looking down at the terrified crowd like they were nothing but ants. "Who else wanted to talk about my audacity? Step forward. I'm waiting."
No one moved. No one dared to even breathe.
But just as Feng Tao was about to turn back around to take his two maidens back to bed, a sudden, blinding flash of dark, oppressive crimson light cut through the sky from the inner mountain. The temperature in the area instantly plummeted, a freezing murderous intent washed over the entire hill.
A tall, elderly man with long white hair and deep hollow eyes materialized out of thin air, standing right in front of the crowd. He wore the golden-trimmed robes of a Grand Core Elder.
It was Elder Feng Kuang, the grandfather of the crippled Feng Shui and one of the true heavy hitters of the family council.
He looked at the ruined courtyard, then at his submissive granddaughter Xian'er, and finally fixed his deathly, murderous gaze onto Feng Tao.
"You worthless, demon-blooded bastard," the Grand Elder roared, the sheer force of his voice cracking the stone tiles beneath Feng Tao's feet.
"You cripple my grandson, corrupt my granddaughter, and dare to stand proud?! Even if the Patriarch protects you, today, this Elder will break your limbs and seal your cultivation forever!"
The Grand Elder didn't waste words. He shot forward like a meteor, his hand curving into a massive, shadowy claw infused with the terrifying power of a 9th Layer Qi Condensation foundation.
The air screamed as his Soul-Ripping Claw aimed directly for Feng Tao's dantian, intending to shatter his core instantly.
The crowd cheered in terror, expecting Feng Tao to be turned into meat paste.
But Feng Tao didn't even blink. His eyes flared with a ruthless, apocalyptic combat instinct. He didn't bother drawing a weapon or circulating a complex martial art. He simply tightened his right fist, activating the raw, unyielding power of his [Heavenly Dragon-Elephant Strength].
'Ten times physical muscle density... let's see what a 9th layer claw feels like against divine iron.'
With a deadpan expression, Feng Tao threw a simple, straight right punch directly into the oncoming shadowy claw.
BOOM!
The collision wasn't just loud; it was an absolute, earth-shattering explosion of physical force and hybrid Qi. The shadowy claw technique shattered like cheap porcelain upon contact with his fist. The Grand Elder's eyes widened in absolute, horrifying shock as a secondary, heavy shockwave traveled up his arm.
CRACK!
The sound of shattering bones echoed clearly through the silent estate. Elder Feng Kuang let out an agonizing, high-pitched shriek as his entire right arm was violently bent backward at a completely impossible angle, his bones splintering into fragments under the sheer, ten-fold weight of the Dragon-Elephant strike.
The powerful Grand Elder was launched backward, crashing through three stone pillars before skidding across the dirt, coughing up thick, dark blood, his face pale with utter disbelief.
Feng Tao casually retracted his fist, blowing a bit of imaginary dust off his knuckles as he looked down at the screaming Elder.
"9th Layer?" Feng Tao sneered, his voice echoing across the silent, terrified mountain. "Too weak. Bring me the Patriarch."