The great hall was now filled with a mist of energy so thick that every breath felt like inhaling pure essence. Wei Yan, standing in the center of the energy vortex of the Supreme Harmony Dragon and Phoenix Dual Cultivation, felt his meridians vibrate violently. The impulse from his Chaos Body had reached saturation, a sign that the energy he and Lan Xiyi and Yao Moli had cultivated had reached its final stage of refinement.
"Get ready, Xiyi! Your sheath will receive the full force of this sword!" Wei Yan growled in a deep baritone.
In one smooth yet powerful movement, Wei Yan flipped Lan Xiyi from the doggy style position onto her back. The repositioning was executed with precision without breaking their physical union for even a second. At the same time, Wei Yan's left hand remained below, still busy stirring the furnace opening of Yao Moli, which was already in critical condition, maintaining a tempo that kept the alchemist on the verge of explosion.
"Ahhh! Master... yes! I'm ready! Enter... fill my entire soul!" Lan Xiyi screamed, her eyes widening as she felt Wei Yan thrust into every inch of his manhood with full force.
In the next instant, the hall seemed to explode in a deafening symphony of sound. The three of them reached their climax simultaneously. Lan Xiyi let out a shrill scream, her body convulsing with a stiff, beautifully arched back as Wei Yan's hot essence flooded her womb. Yao Moli, on the other hand, let out an equally intense cry of ecstasy; Wei Yan's climactic thrusts made the Alchemist feel all the spiritual ingredients within her body "ripening" instantly, sending waves of pleasure that nearly knocked her out.
"AAAKHHHHHHH! OLD MAN!"
"OOOHHHH—MASTER! I'M EXPLOSING!"
Their screams echoed, creating a resonance of energy that made the seals in the room glow brightly. Wei Yan let his essence flow freely, sealing Xiyi's fate as the "Sword Sheath" and Moli as the "Eternal Furnace."
After a few moments of silence punctuated only by the sound of labored breathing, Wei Yan began to move again. He refused to let the feeling of weakness take over. Wei Yan pulled Lan Xiyi's still trembling body up, helping her sit upright on top of him. In the woman-on-top position, Xiyi now sat on Wei Yan's still-powerful junior, and at the same time, they kissed wildly—a kiss that transferred the last of their energy between their tongues.
Wei Yan didn't remove his fingers from Yao Moli, but his pace slowed drastically, providing a soothing inner "massage" after the storm. Moli could only moan weakly, her head resting on Wei Yan's thigh as she felt the lingering warmth of her Master's hand.
After a few minutes of enjoying the peace after the storm, Wei Yan slowly stopped his play with Moli. He patted both women's buttocks gently but firmly—a command that was immediately understood.
SLAP! SLAP!
Lan Xiyi responded swiftly. She broke their lips with a wet plop and climbed off Wei Yan's lap. Without needing to be told twice, she immediately lay face down between Wei Yan's legs, beginning her sacred task of pleasuring her junior husband with her expert mouth.
"Nngghh... mmm..." Xiyi murmured between her activities, her eyes gazing devotedly at Wei Yan.
Wei Yan then turned to Yao Moli, who still looked seduced. "Moli, you go with Xiyi. Don't just watch. Feel the heat with your mind, absorb every change in temperature and energy as a medicine you refine in your own style. Study how my essence reacts outside the furnace before I inject it directly into you. After this, it's your turn."
Yao Moli blinked, her consciousness quickly recovering upon hearing the command. "Yes... Master... I understand. I will analyze... and feel it," she whispered, her voice still hoarse from her previous moans.
Moli then crawled closer to Xiyi. She not only assisted, but also used her fingers to feel the flow of energy radiating from her junior, Wei Yan, as if weighing the most precious alchemical ingredients in the world.
"So hot... Master... your essence feels like purified primordial fire," Moli murmured as she joined Xiyi.
The interaction between the two great women was a magnificent sight. The Sword Goddess and the Wise Alchemist, now shoulder to shoulder in the most humble yet loving service. The sounds of kissing, sucking, and small moans from both filled the air.
"Mmm... Sister Xiyi... feel this... the energy is pulsing so strongly," Moli whispered between her movements.
"I know, Moli... this is the sword that will protect us forever... ahhh..." Xiyi replied in a muffled voice.
Wei Yan leaned against the headboard, his hands caressing both of their heads alternately. He felt immense satisfaction—not just from the physical pleasure, but from having successfully united four women from different backgrounds into perfect harmony under his control.
"Good... keep going like that. Show me how far you can absorb this warmth," Wei Yan said, closing his eyes, savoring the devotion of the two students he had just "educated" with harsh yet blessed care.
The atmosphere on the silk bed had reached a level of synchronicity beyond comprehension. Lan Xiyi and Yao Moli quickly became proficient in their tasks; the Sword Goddess and the Alchemist now working in stunning harmony between Wei Yan's legs. Wet, rhythmic sucking sounds clashed with their characteristically muffled sounds—low moans escaping through their noses as they experienced the power and heat of Wei Yan's junior, who was now the center of their universe.
"Mmm... Master... your essence... truly is the purest medicine..." Yao Moli murmured between her activities, her eyes gleaming as she gazed at Wei Yan with the devotion of a disciple who had found enlightenment.
Wei Yan looked down, watching as the two most esteemed women in the outside world now vied for the best service. He felt the pulse of his Chaos Body's energy growing wild, demanding the final vessel to be purified.
"Yao Moli, it's your turn!" Wei Yan commanded in a voice that vibrated the air.
Hearing the command, the two of them immediately prepared without a second thought. Lan Xiyi swiftly made room, while Yao Moli immediately lay on her back, fully open with her legs raised high, welcoming the enlightenment that was about to be delivered by Wei Yan's junior. Moli's breath was ragged, her ample bosom heaved rapidly, and her already flooded sacred area pulsed intensely as if a furnace awaiting its prime fuel.
"Remember, Moli... the first explosion is the opening of our alchemy. So be prepared to not only receive, but also fuse with me," Wei Yan whispered with a predatory gaze.
Without further ado, Wei Yan delivered one full, firm, and deep thrust.
"AAAKHHHHHHHHHH! MASTER! AH-YAAAAAA!"
Yao Moli's scream of ecstasy erupted, shaking the hall. The powerful and deep penetration was like a key that unlocked all the blocked meridians in the Alchemist's body. Moli felt as if her womb were filled with red-hot liquid gold. Her body convulsed violently, her toes curled stiffly, and her eyes rolled upward as waves of intense pleasure swept through her.
"Unleash your fire now! Let it shine through our alchemy!" Wei Yan commanded as he wiped away the bloodstains of his conquest on Yao Moli with a white handkerchief, a ritual signifying that the Alchemist was now officially his.
"Yes... Master! I... I'm releasing! Ahhh! It feels so hot... I can feel your essence cooking my soul!" Moli moaned hoarsely, her hips beginning to move intuitively, trying to absorb every inch of Wei Yan's manhood, which had now become the axis of her world.
However, Wei Yan didn't allow Lan Xiyi to remain a mere spectator. He grabbed Xiyi's body close to his, positioning the Sword Goddess to remain involved in the dance. "And you, Xiyi, feel yourself become a sharp sword through my hands. Don't let your concentration dull just because you see your partner being conquered."
Wei Yan then reached for Lan Xiyi's sacred hole, still sensitive from the previous session. With skillful movements, Wei Yan began to play with the two women's shafts—he thrust into Yao Moli with his powerful hips, while his hands performed a deadly "mixing" on Lan Xiyi's deepest parts.
The symphony of moans broke out in two.
"Oohhh... Master... your finger... ahhh! It feels like your own sword is retracting!" Lan Xiyi screamed, her body writhing like a snake as she felt the synchronization of energy between what Moli was feeling and what she herself was feeling through Wei Yan's hand.
"Master... keep pumping! My furnace... it's almost boiling! Ah-akhhh!" Yao Moli exclaimed, her face flushed red in complete ecstasy.
Wei Yan's flurry of movements was met with praise, moans, sighs, and expressions of their deepest desires from both women. They had now completely lost control of their former selves, remaining only as Wei Yan's servant and wife.
"You truly are our God, Wei Yan... no one can give you such intense satisfaction..." Xiyi murmured as she kissed Wei Yan's shoulder, seeking support as Wei Yan increased the tempo of his attacks.
"Break me, Master! Make me the perfect pill for you!" Moli cried amidst the increasingly brutal pounding.
Wei Yan laughed wildly, feeling how the Supreme Harmony Dragon and Phoenix Dual Cultivation technique had united the three of them in one unbroken energy network.
The great hall was now trembling under the pressure of energy frequencies that were almost at their absolute peak. The golden light of Wei Yan's Chaos Body shimmered wildly, merging with Lan Xiyi's sharp silver aura and Yao Moli's fiery red vapor. Wei Yan felt his meridians pulsate violently, a sign that all the essence cultivated through the Supreme Harmony Dragon and Phoenix Dual Cultivation technique had reached a state of perfect purity.
"Moli, Xiyi... it's time for the final move!" Wei Yan growled, his voice booming low, filling every corner of the room.
At that instruction, Yao Moli and Lan Xiyi released all their inner defenses. As Wei Yan unleashed the last of his strength in a series of finishing moves, the hall erupted with the loudest screams of ecstasy that night.
"AAAKHHHHHHHH! MASTER! AH-YAAAAA!"
"MAAAAAA! I... I'M ALL YOURS!"
The two women's screams echoed, rising to a high pitch as all three of them climaxed simultaneously. Moli felt as if her womb were exploding with hot lava, purifying her entire alchemy path, while Xiyi felt like her soul was being forged into an unbreakable sword. Wei Yan allowed his essence to flood them, sealing the achievement of this dual cultivation to a level never before imagined.
After the explosion of energy, Wei Yan didn't immediately pull away. He remained seated in the center of the bed, keeping his body fused with Yao Moli's, while his hands pulled the Alchemist into a warm embrace for a deep kiss. The kiss was filled with gratitude and sweet dominance. Lan Xiyi, who had also been under the influence of Wei Yan's "play" with her hands, immediately leaned in. After Wei Yan released Moli, Xiyi immediately seized her husband's lips, sucking in the last remaining breath with passion and devotion.
However, the post-storm calm was soon disturbed by a melodious, demanding voice from the other side of the bed.
"Master... when will our bonus arrive?" Ao Ningyan asked in a husky, seductive voice. She stood with Feng Xiuyi, both of them having just finished meditating to stabilize the energy they had gained earlier. Their eyes glinted hungrily, staring at Wei Yan, who now looked like a god of war who had just won a great battle.
"Yes, Husband. We've been patiently watching you teach these two new students," Feng Xiuyi added, tossing her fiery red hair. "Don't let this Dragon and Phoenix get cold for too long."
Wei Yan grinned broadly, staring at the two legendary women with a predatory gaze. Without releasing Moli and Xiyi, he moved to the edge of the bed to sit, letting his legs dangle to the floor. Yao Moli, with her intelligence and perceptiveness as an alchemist, slowly released their physical union. However, she did so very slowly, ensuring every inch of her body rubbing against Wei Yan's manhood provided maximum stimulation before he finally ejaculated.
Wei Yan now sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, displaying his still-standing, proudly erect manhood—as if he knew no fatigue, despite having conquered four women in a row.
Receiving the signal, Ao Ningyan and Feng Xiuyi wasted no time. The Dragon and Phoenix gracefully crawled across the cold floor, approaching Wei Yan. With synchronized, devoted movements, they began to "work." Ningyan used the softness of her tongue to caress the base, while Xiuyi, with her hot lips, provided a contrasting warmth to the head of Wei Yan's penis.
"Ahhh... Ningyan, Xiuyi... you're so thirsty," Wei Yan growled, his hand roughly but lovingly rubbing their heads.
Yao Moli and Lan Xiyi, watching the scene, were not to be outdone. Although they had just reached a draining climax, their desire to continue serving Wei Yan was far stronger. They both immediately slid under Wei Yan's strong arms, joining in with the other two wives.
The scene at the edge of the bed was now a masterpiece of eroticism and devotion. Four of the most powerful and revered women in the land—a Dragon, a Phoenix, a Sword Goddess, and a Sage Alchemist—were now gathered between one man's legs, working together to provide pleasure.
"Mmm... Master... let me help Sister Ningyan..." Moli murmured as she joined in the task.
"This sword... it's truly invincible," Lan Xiyi praised softly, her eyes filled with adoration as she took turns with Xiuyi in providing her best service.
A symphony of sounds began to fill the hall; The sounds of wet kisses, gasps, and sincere murmurs of praise escaped their lips. Wei Yan leaned back, his head tilted toward the ceiling, savoring the immense inner satisfaction. He felt not only his body being pampered, but his ego as an absolute ruler had been completely satisfied.
"You all... are mine," Wei Yan said in a tone filled with authority. "Tonight isn't over yet. The bonus I promised you, Ningyan and Xiuyi, is about to begin. And as for you two, Xiyi and Moli, prepare to witness how your seniors should serve you."
"We are ready, Master! Do anything to us!" the four of them replied almost simultaneously, their voices clashing in a harmony of devotion that made Wei Yan's desire flare to a new boiling point.
Under the dim light of the hall, Wei Yan gazed at his four wives, who had now truly become one indestructible faction, bound by bonds of blood, essence, and love filled with dominance.
"But, you forgot one person outside..." Ning Shuang's voice echoed to all of the peoples that make them remember.