Chapter 622- The Four VS One
Outside the command tent, the camp was a study in organized debauchery.
Eight thousand soldiers — cultivators from four sects, united by righteous fury and lust — filled the valley. Bonfires burned at regular intervals, their light illuminating scenes that made a mockery of the "orthodox" label they wore so proudly.
In one alley between tent rows, four disciples from the Iron Spear Sect had a young woman pinned against the canvas wall. She wore the grey robes of a minor allied sect — one that had joined the crusade willingly, expecting honor and glory. Instead, her mouth was covered by a calloused hand, her robes pushed up to her waist, her small tits exposed and being mauled by rough fingers.
The first disciple — a broad-shouldered man with a stubbled jaw — fucked her from behind. His cock drove into her cunt with brutal, wet strokes.
Pah pah PAH!
"Mmm~! MMM~!" Her muffled cries leaked through his fingers. Her tears fell onto his hand. Her small tits were pressed against the canvas, the nipples scraping the rough fabric.
"Shut up," the man fucking her growled. "You joined the crusade. You serve the higher-ranking disciples. That’s the deal."
The second disciple — taller, leaner — stood beside them, his cock in his hand, stroking slowly, waiting his turn. "The Black Phoenix boys told me she’s a good lay. Tight cunt. Squeals nice."
"She squeals better when you’re in her ass," the third disciple said. He sat on a supply crate, drinking from a wine skin, his own cock hanging from his open robes, spent and dripping. "I already had her twice. She’s wearing out."
The fourth disciple — the youngest, barely eighteen — stood behind them, watching with wide, hungry eyes. His cock was hard in his hand. "Is it — is it my turn soon?"
"When I’m done," the first said. His hips accelerated.
PAH PAH PAAH! PHACCK!
"Mmm~! MMM~! MMM~!"
The young woman’s body shook with each thrust. Her tears flowed freely. Her small tits heaved against the canvas, the stiff nipples raw from the friction. Her cunt — already used twice — was sore and swollen, the lips puffy and red, but the man inside her didn’t care. He gripped her hips and slammed deeper.
She had joined the crusade believing she would fight for the orthodox cause. She had believed the speeches about righteous war and demonic purification. Instead, the higher-ranking disciples had claimed her on the first night, and every night since, four of them took turns using her body.
’I joined to fight. I joined for honor. And now I’m being fucked in an alley between supply tents while four men wait their turn. And no one helps. No one cares. Because in the orthodox alliance, the strong take what they want from the weak.’
Her body convulsed. Not from pleasure — from despair. But her cunt clenched around the cock inside her, and the man groaned, mistaking her misery for orgasm.
"Good girl," he said. "Cum on my cock like the little sect slut you are."
He finished inside her. Pulled out. The second disciple took his place.
PAH!
"Mmm~!"
In another part of the camp, a group of Crimson Blade soldiers sat around a fire, drinking wine and eating roasted spirit-beast meat. Their conversation was loud, crude, and joyful.
"I heard the Plum Blossom bitches have a blind girl in their sect," one said, his face red with wine. "A little thing. Scarred. Tight little body."
"I want the big-titted ones," another said. "The merchant women. I saw them at the alliance meeting last year. Tits like fucking melons. I’m going to bury my face in them."
"You’ll bury your cock first, then your face."
"And the sect master! Su Ling! She’s supposed to be a cold bitch. Ice queen. I want to see her face when I bend her over her own throne and —"
"I’ll settle for any of them. The promise is one slave each, right? One woman from the sect, mine to keep?"
"One per soldier who distinguishes himself in battle. The rest are shared."
"Shared! Ha! I’ll take the seconds, the thirds, I don’t care. A Plum Blossom cunt is a Plum Blossom cunt. They say spiritual energy makes them tighter. Makes the pussy walls grip like a fist."
"I heard they’re all virgins. The sect’s cultivation method requires chastity."
"Virgin Plum Blossom pussy. Now that’s a treasure worth marching eight hundred li for."
They laughed. They drank. Their cocks hardened in their robes at the thought of the women waiting on the mountain above them.
Sect Leader Su Ling of the Plum Blossom Sect stood on the peak of Mount Hua.
She was alone. Her violet sect master’s robe whipped in the mountain wind, her thick braid lashing behind her like a tail. Her amber eyes burned with golden light — her cultivation base, pushed to its absolute peak, radiating from her body in visible waves of golden qi.
She had reached the Golden Core realm. Three days ago, she would have said it was impossible — her bottleneck had been unbreakable for a decade. But after the ancestor’s arrival, after the divine qi he had infused into the sect’s formation arrays, after the week of preparation he had given them — she had broken through.
She looked down at the valley. At the four armies. At the fires. At the banners.
Eight thousand men. Four Golden Core sect leaders. Hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators.
And one woman, standing on the mountain peak, ready to hold them off for as long as she could.
’I am the sect master. I am the shield. The ancestor needed one week. I have given him six days. I can hold for one more.’
She drew her sword. The blade — Moonpetal — hummed with condensed spiritual energy, the edge glowing with golden light.
She leaped.
The impact hit the command tent like a meteor.
Su Ling’s body crashed through the silk roof, her sword descending in a golden arc that split the table in two. Jade markers and tactical scrolls exploded into the air. The four sect leaders scattered — their reactions instantaneous, their cultivation bases flaring.
"WHAT —"
Zhao Kuang was the first to react. His hand caught his crimson blade — a massive broadsword — and he swung upward, deflecting Su Ling’s follow-up strike. The clash of qi sent a shockwave through the tent, ripping the silk walls away and leaving the five of them standing in the open air, surrounded by startled soldiers.
"IT’S THE SECT MASTER!" Han Tianlei roared. He grabbed his iron spear and lunged.
Su Ling twisted. The spear tip grazed her side — she felt the skin tear, blood spraying — but her sword came down in a vertical slash that would have split Han Tianlei from crown to groin if he hadn’t rolled sideways.
"ALONE?" Wei Donghai laughed, drawing his jade-green twin swords. "She came alone! The foolish bitch came alone!"
Mo Lun said nothing. His hands moved, and black qi coiled around his fingers like serpents. He struck — a palm thrust aimed at Su Ling’s back.
She sensed it. Her spiritual perception — sharpened by the ancestor’s qi infusion — caught the attack before it landed. She spun, her sword meeting Mo Lun’s palm, and the clash of golden and black qi detonated.
BOOM!
The shockwave flattened the nearest tents. Soldiers went flying. Bonfires scattered.
"She’s Golden Core!" Zhao Kuang shouted, his scarred face contorting. "She broke through to Golden Core!"
"So what?" Han Tianlei snarled, his spear whistling through the air. "Four Golden Core against one! She dies today!"
The battle began.