Chapter 570- Ancestor Tianlong
He put his hands behind his head and watched.
The sect master of the Mount Hua Plum Blossom sect, her four-hundred-year cultivation base blazing at its ceiling, her enormous tits bouncing in the pre-dawn light, her silver hair flying, her expression the direct, uncurated expression of a woman who had decided what she wanted and was taking it.
"Faster," he said.
She went faster.
PAH PAH PAH!
"HIEKK~!! AAANGHH~!! YOUR JADE PILLAR IS HITTING MY CEILING FROM BELOW~!! OUNGH~!! IT IS DIFFERENT WHEN I MOVE~!! WHY IS IT DIFFERENT~!!"
"Angle," he said. "And control."
"I LIKE CONTROL~!!"
"I know," he said. "You are a sect master."
PAH PAH PHACCK PAH!
"KYAAANNGHH~!! THEN THIS SECT MASTER — HAAIYAANGH~!! — THIS SECT MASTER IS GOING TO — HNNGHHK~!!"
She came.
Riding him, her hips blurring, her tits slapping against each other in wild arcs, her cunt gushing down his shaft and soaking his lower abdomen, her body producing , full-body convulsion of a woman who had just discovered that agency made it different.
He sat up.
His arms wrapped around her while she was still shaking, pulling her enormous tits against his chest, his mouth finding her neck where her pulse was going at a frequency that her cultivation base’s cardiovascular management system was having difficulty moderating.
She held on.
Her arms around his neck, her face against his hair, her cunt still clenching around him in slow, rolling pulses.
"I see," she said, when she had enough breath for words.
"Yes," he said.
"This is what it is supposed to feel like."
"Yes."
"For four hundred years I thought —"
"I know what you thought," he said. His hands moved up her back, warm and broad. "You were wrong. He was wrong to make you think it."
She was quiet for a long moment.
"My cultivation base," she said. "It is doing something again."
He looked at the formation characters forming in the air around them, pink-gold, building slowly in the pre-dawn light.
"Yes," he said.
"What is it approaching."
"The Transcendence Threshold," he said. "At your pace, by day ten."
She pulled back to look at his face. Her eyes, four-hundred-year eyes that had seen everything they believed there was to see, were wide with something that was neither shock nor fear but alertness of a cultivator who had just been shown that the map extends further than the known territory.
"The same as Elder Mengsha," she said.
"Higher," he said. "You are the sect master. Your base is more refined. You will break through to the next stage."
"What stage."
"One that does not have a name in your current texts," he said. "We will find one."
She looked at him.
At the gold-crimson gaze, patient and warm and entirely, completely serious.
"You planned this," she said. "From the beginning. The competition announcement. The elders. This chamber. Ten days."
"Yes," he said.
"You could have simply told us what you intended."
"Would you have believed me?"
A pause.
"No," she admitted.
"Then it was more efficient this way," he said.
She looked at him for another moment.
Then she moved her hips.
His cock stirred inside her and she moved again, deliberately, her enormous tits pressing against his chest, her silver hair falling forward.
"Day seven," she said.
"Yes."
"Three more."
"Yes."
PAH!
"AAANGHH~!! ANCESTOR~!!"
"Sect master," he said.
PAH PAH PAAH!
"HAAIYAANGH~!! OUNGH~!! DO NOT CALL ME SECT MASTER WHILE YOUR COCK IS INSIDE MY WOMB~!! HIEKK~!!"
"What should I call you," he said.
She gripped his shoulders and drove herself down with full bodyweight and felt the cockhead punch against the back of her womb and said, into the pre-dawn light:
"Yaolan."
PAH PAH PHACCK!!
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
### Day Nine
Her body had changed.
She could feel it in the mornings — warmth that had taken up permanent residence in her lower dantian, the Plum Blossom technique running at full activation continuously instead of the thirty percent she had been managing for three centuries. Her meridians had widened. Her cultivation base had deepened. The pink-gold light of the technique’s full expression was visible through her skin at all hours, not just during meditation or breakthrough.
She was also, she noted, visibly pregnant.
Not the large, late-pregnancy dome. The early, specific, cultivationally-confirmed presence of new occupancy in a womb that had been empty for four hundred years. It showed as a slight, warm fullness in her lower abdomen that her spiritual perception confirmed was exactly what he had said it would be.
She sat on the bed’s edge in the morning light and put both hands on her belly.
"It is real," she said.
He came to sit beside her.
His large hand covered both of hers on her belly. Warm, steady.
"It is real," he confirmed.
"I am four hundred years old," she said.
"Yes."
"This has never —"
"I know."
She sat with it.
The window showed the mountain’s eastern face in the early light. The valley below was still in morning shadow, the plum trees at the sect’s lower paths invisible but present, their blossoms falling unseen in the dark.
"Ten days," she said.
"Tomorrow is the last," he confirmed.
"The competition."
"Yes."
"The disciples." She paused. "They are going to come to it expecting a cultivation demonstration."
"They will get one," he said.
Something in her expression moved — not quite a smile, not quite not. "You are going to take several of them."
"Yes."
"My disciples," she said.
"Your sect’s disciples," he said. "There is a difference. They are not yours the way he thought you were his."
She was quiet.
"I know that," she said.
"I know you do," he said. "I am reminding you in case the sect master instinct conflicts with what you have learned this week."
She looked at her hands on her belly.
"It does not conflict," she said. "If what happened to me over ten days happens to twenty of my disciples —" She stopped. "They will surpass every rival sect in the territory within a year."
"Within a season," he said.
She looked at him.
"You are building something," she said. "This is not simply — this is not just appetites."
"No," he said. "It is not just appetites."
"What are you building."
He looked at the eastern window. At the morning light coming through it, spreading across the chamber floor, reaching the carved bedposts, the cultivation scrolls, the bronze candle holder with its three stubs.
"A base," he said. "In a world that has declined." His gold-crimson eyes moved back to her face. "I move between worlds. I do not stay. But where I pass, the women I choose carry what I leave. The cultivation. The seed. The technique activation." He tilted his head. "In fifty years, your sect will be first in the territory."
"And you will be gone," she said.
"And I will be gone," he agreed.
She considered this.
"The child," she said. "My child. A cultivation base inherited from —"
"From both of us," he said. "Combined. Higher than either alone."
She pressed her hands against her belly.
Four hundred years old. Sect master. Peak Nascent Soul ascending toward a stage without a name. A child forming in a womb that had been empty since the first day a man had called it a cultivation resource and she had believed him.
"Yaolan," he said.
She looked at him.
"Tomorrow," he said, "we finish the ten days."
He reached over and picked her up.
She went with the motion, her legs wrapping around his waist, her enormous tits pressing against his chest, his cock finding her entrance with the ease of a key and a lock that had been introduced to each other nine days ago and had since become thoroughly familiar.
She settled onto him.
All twelve inches. Her belly dome. His hands on her hips.
She put her forehead against his.
"If you call me loose one more time," she said, "I will bite you. This is still the promise."
"Noted," he said.
"And I will require a name," she said. "For the child."
"We have time," he said.
"We have one day," she said.
"Then we will think of one tomorrow," he said, and lifted her hips and drove up.
PAH!
"AAANGHH~!!"
PAH PAH PAAH!
"HIEKK~!! OUNGH~!! ANCESTOR~!!"
"Tianlong," he said.
She looked at him, mid-thrust, her tits bouncing.
"What."
"My name," he said. "If we are naming children, you should use it."
She looked at him.
PHACCK!!
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
"Ancestor Tianlong~!!" She grabbed his hair. "YOUR COCK IS IN MY WOMB AND YOU ARE TELLING ME YOUR NAME NOW~!!"
"It seemed relevant," he said.
PAH PAH PAH PHACCK!!
"HAAIYAANGH~!! ANCESTOR TIANLONG~!! HIEKK~!! AAANGHH~!!"