The silk pavilion isolated the wind from the road.
Zhì Yuǎn laid Mò Yán down on the large bed in the center of the tent. The white-haired girl was gasping, her pale skin covered in cold sweat. She was only still alive because Yù Qíng maintained the protective film of the Floating Lotus around her body.
Yù Qíng wasted no time with modesty. She pulled the sash of Mò Yán's tunic and opened the fabric, leaving the girl in nothing but her thin undergarments.
Zhì Yuǎn looked down at her trembling body.
"Her Sixth Stage Mortal body is too fragile," he said, his voice rough and direct. "If I pour my Yang into her meridians right now, her body will explode."
Mò Yán clutched the sheets. Fear tightened her stomach, but the Yin deep in her core throbbed simply from his presence.
"What are you going to do?" Yù Qíng asked.
"Break her mortal foundation completely," Zhì Yuǎn replied. "Expel the impurities and rebuild her meridians from scratch. Only then will she be able to withstand the pressure."
Mò Yán looked straight into his eyes. Her voice came out low but firm:
"Do whatever is necessary."
Satisfied with the answer, Yù Qíng stepped back. She walked to the corner of the tent and sprawled among a pile of soft cushions, settling in comfortably to watch.
The tent flap opened and closed.
Yù Méi entered. The youngest smelled of clean water. The blood and brain matter from the road had been washed away. She wore a new golden silk dress. Ignoring Mò Yán's tension on the bed, the blonde walked straight to the cushions, threw herself down beside Yù Qíng, and rested her head on her older sister's lap.
Yù Qíng began gently stroking Yù Méi's still-damp blonde hair. Both of them kept their eyes fixed on the center of the tent.
Zhì Yuǎn turned his attention back to Mò Yán's abdomen. The path was now clear for reconstruction.
Zhì Yuǎn placed his right palm on Mò Yán's bare stomach.
Primordial Qi flowed down his arm and invaded the girl's flesh.
Mò Yán's eyes widened. The pain struck like a hammer. The golden energy tore through her narrow meridians like boiling water through clay pipes. Her spine arched violently and her mouth opened in a silent scream, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the sheets.
The agony lasted less than a second.
The thick heat melted the locks of her mortal biology and numbed the pain at the same time. The millions of sealed pores across Mò Yán's skin burst open all at once.
Twenty-five years of accumulated filth overflowed.
A black, foul-smelling sludge erupted from every inch of the girl's body, running down her pale skin and soaking the sheets. The stench of rot and old sweat immediately filled the tent.
In the corner, Yù Qíng wrinkled her nose and turned her face away. Yù Méi let out an annoyed sound, covering her nose with the back of her hand.
Zhì Yuǎn did not remove his palm. He raised his left hand and pointed his index finger downward.
An invisible fragment of the Law of Destruction sliced through space.
There was no wind or sound. The filth simply ceased to exist. The black sludge on Mò Yán's skin, the foul stains on the sheets, and the rotten smell in the air all vanished in a silent snap. The bed became clean again, and the girl's skin now gleamed immaculately.
Mò Yán collapsed onto her back against the mattress, trembling and gasping.
She drew in a breath. The dense air filled her lungs. The crushing pressure of the new world, which until seconds ago had been cracking her ribs, disappeared completely. Her newly purified body could now breathe the dense atmosphere without effort.
Zhì Yuǎn kept his palm pressed against Mò Yán's bare stomach. The Primordial Qi sank deeper.
The golden energy invaded her narrow meridians like molten iron. Mò Yán threw her head back. A hoarse scream escaped her throat as her spine arched violently against the mattress. The pain tore through everything inside her — organs, tendons, and bones being cooked and reformed at the same time.
The agony lasted over an hour.
The girl writhed nonstop, sweat soaking the sheets and her white hair. She gasped, whimpered, and clutched the sheets tightly, but her scarlet eyes never left his face. Every wave of pain was swallowed by his presence, transforming into something hot and desperate in her lower belly.
When her flesh finally reached the limit of the Refined Body, Zhì Yuǎn did not hesitate.
He forced the Qi downward like a hammer.
The mortal bottleneck shattered. Mò Yán's virgin Dantian was forcibly broken open. The torrent of golden energy flooded the empty space in a single surge.
With the space now open, Zhì Yuǎn inscribed the Primordial Mill matrix directly into the newly formed walls of her lower dantian.
The transformation was immediate.
Her pale skin lost its human traces and took on a cold, smooth luster. Her white hair grew dense and heavy across the sheets. When Mò Yán blinked, her scarlet eyes had changed. The crimson now shone like a lethal and feverish dream, ready to devour the soul of anyone who met her gaze.
Zhì Yuǎn removed his hand from her stomach.
Mò Yán remained lying there, panting, her full chest rising and falling. Her entire body burned with an urgent, wet need.
On the cushions, Yù Méi chewed on a grape with a bored expression.
"She can take more than she lets on," Yù Méi murmured, without taking her eyes off the bed.
Yù Qíng continued gently stroking her sister's hair, her gaze fixed on the scene before them.
"The old glass has turned to dust," she said quietly. "Now he can shape whatever he wants from the shards."
Yù Méi rolled her eyes at her sister's shamelessly flowery remark.
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Zhì Yuǎn positioned himself between her thighs. He lowered the weight of his body onto hers slowly. His broad, warm chest pressed her full, heavy breasts against the mattress.
He captured her mouth in a deep kiss.
It was slow, heavy, and dominant. His tongue invaded Mò Yán's mouth, exploring, sucking, claiming space. The woman tried to keep up at first, but she was quickly overwhelmed. The kiss stretched on. Zhì Yuǎn sucked on her lower lip, then invaded again with his tongue, exploring every corner with calm possessiveness.
Mò Yán began to tremble.
Oxygen was running out. She gripped his shoulders tighter, her fingers shaking. The kiss didn't stop. He kept sucking, licking, invading. The lack of air mixed with the heavy pressure of his chest against her full breasts and the heat spreading through her lower belly created an unbearable combination.
Her body began to convulse slightly.
"Mnnnh…!" The muffled moan vibrated against his mouth.
She couldn't breathe. His chest was lightly crushing her against the mattress, her breasts compressed beneath his warm weight. Her lower belly throbbed. The asphyxiation, the pressure, and the heat mixed together in a fatal way.
The pleasure came too quickly, mixed with the lack of air.
The orgasm exploded while he was still pressed against her lips.
"Mmmph! Hnnngh…!" Her tall, voluptuous body arched violently beneath his. A hoarse, muffled moan escaped against Zhì Yuǎn's mouth as pleasure tore through her from the inside out. Her hips trembled uncontrollably, her thighs squeezing the sides of his body tightly.
Only when the convulsions began to subside did Zhì Yuǎn finally pull his face back.
A thin trail of saliva connected their lips for a second. Mò Yán was completely lost — panting, her eyes glazed over, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
Zhì Yuǎn observed her face for a moment, his dark eyes shining with satisfaction.
He lowered his mouth to her full breasts. He captured one of the swollen pink buds between his lips and sucked hard, while his right hand massaged and squeezed her other heavy breast. The suction was slow and deep. Every pull made her body tremble.
Mò Yán let out a louder moan.
"Haaah… Husband…!"
He continued sucking and licking the pink buds hungrily, alternating between them, lightly nipping with his teeth. Mò Yán writhed, her moans growing louder and more desperate. The pleasure was rising too quickly.
When the second orgasm began to rise, she instinctively raised her arms and wrapped both hands around his head. Her fingers buried themselves in Zhì Yuǎn's dark hair and she pulled, pressing his face firmly against her full breasts.
"Ahhn! Hnnngh…!" Her body convulsed.
She didn't let go. She held his head tightly against her chest as the orgasm tore through her. Her hips moved without control, her thighs shaking on either side of his body. She kept his face buried between her heavy breasts, as if she wanted him to stay there forever. The moan that escaped was long and hoarse, almost a sob of pleasure.
"Haaaah…! Husband…!" Her voice came out tearful and trembling.
Only when the orgasm finally passed did she release his head, her arms falling limply to her sides. Her full chest rose and fell rapidly.
Zhì Yuǎn continued downward.
He kissed the valley between her breasts, her smooth abdomen, until he reached between her thighs. He held the backs of her thick thighs and spread them wider. Mò Yán was completely exposed, soaked, and throbbing.
He didn't go straight for the swollen pearl.
His tongue descended slowly, licking her swollen folds from bottom to top in long, heavy strokes. He parted her with his tongue, exploring her wet entrance, circling, drinking the Yin that kept flowing. Mò Yán sobbed when he pressed his tongue against her entrance without entering yet.
"Aaaah…!" The stimulation was too much.
The third orgasm came quickly. "Hnnngh! Ahhn!" Her entire body trembled as pleasure tore through her again.
But he didn't stop.
His tongue moved a little higher and found the swollen pearl. He circled it slowly, then sucked lightly. Mò Yán arched her back sharply. When he gently nibbled on the pearl with his teeth, her body reacted on instinct.
She raised her hands again and grabbed his head tightly, pressing his face against her core.
"Haaaah! Don't stop…!" Her voice came out hoarse and desperate.
She held his head with both hands, pressing him against her as the fourth orgasm exploded. Her body convulsed violently. A hot jet of Yin sprayed against Zhì Yuǎn's face. Mò Yán didn't let go. She kept pressing his head against her, moaning loudly and trembling as the pleasure continued in waves. The jet didn't stop all at once — it lasted almost a full minute, her body shaking uncontrollably as she squirted Yin against his mouth and chin.
Only when her strength finally left her did she release his head and collapse against the mattress, completely limp. Her full chest rose and fell desperately, her eyes teary, her body glistening with sweat.
In the corner of the tent, Yù Qíng let out a low, crystalline laugh.
"And she swore that the rules of chastity from her clan actually mattered," the eldest murmured, her tone dripping with pure possessive satisfaction. "The ice-cold diplomat melted before he even knocked on the door."
The emptiness in her Dantian burned.
She instinctively raised her hips, seeking contact.
Zhì Yuǎn knelt between her legs. He held the base of his own shaft and rubbed the hot, hard tip against her soaked entrance, sliding it up and down slowly, coating the head with her Yin.
Mò Yán let out an anxious, frustrated moan.
"Husband… please…" Her voice came out hoarse, almost tearful. "Fuck me… I can't stand being empty anymore… put it in already… take me as yours forever…"
She bit her lower lip, her eyes shining with desperation. Her body moved on its own against the mattress, begging.
Zhì Yuǎn continued rubbing the tip against her entrance, pressing lightly but not entering yet.
Mò Yán looked at him with teary eyes.
"Please… husband… fuck me… I'm yours… take all of me…"