Chapter 627- Naked Disciples are Here
"And the war disciples," Xu Ran said, her arms slowly uncrossing. "The ones who fought. Shui’er, Bao, Fen — they were Qi Refining. Outer disciples. Like us. Now they’re Golden Core."
"Because they received the ancestor’s cultivation method," Fanxue said. Her voice was steady. Patient. "They submitted. They trusted. They received. And now they are stronger than any of you could dream of becoming through orthodox cultivation alone."
She paused. Let the words settle.
"Remove your clothes," she said again. "All of them. Robes. Undergarments. Everything. The ancestor’s method requires the body to be bare. Unobstructed. Open to receive divine qi."
The hesitation was thick. A hundred women stood on the stone, their hands at their sashes, their faces burning, their eyes darting between each other. The morning mountain air was cool against their robes, and the thought of standing naked in it — in front of elders, in front of each other, in front of whoever might be watching — made their stomachs clench.
But the proof was there. In the elders’ auras. In the war disciples’ power. In the sect master’s calm, commanding presence.
Su Ling spoke. Her voice was quiet but absolute. "I will not order you. I will show you."
She reached for her sash. Her violet robes fell open. She pushed them from her shoulders. The fabric pooled at her feet. She stood in her undergarment — a thin silk wrap around her chest and a cotton panty. Her body was lean, athletic, marked with fading scars from the battle. Her heavy tits strained against the silk wrap, the nipples visible.
She untied the wrap. It fell. Her heavy tits swung free — full, round, the nipples dark and stiff in the morning air. Her stomach was flat and toned, her hips curved, her thighs muscular from decades of sword training.
She pushed her panties down. The cotton slid over her thighs, past her knees, to her ankles. She stepped out.
Her pussy was covered in a thick bush of dark pubic hair — the natural growth of a woman who had never trimmed, never cared to. The hair was dense and curly, hiding the lips beneath. Her armpits were likewise unshaven — dark tufts of hair visible as she lowered her arms. Her heavy tits hung natural and bare, the dark nipples pointing slightly downward from their weight.
She stood naked. Sect Leader of the Plum Blossom Sect. Golden Core cultivator. War hero. Bare as the day she was born.
"The ancestor fucked me on the battlefield," she said. Her voice was calm. Factual. "In front of his army and mine. In front of the four sect leaders he killed. He fucked me, and I became stronger with every thrust. His divine qi flowed through his cock into my cunt and repaired my golden core and elevated my cultivation beyond peak. This is the method. This is the truth. You may accept it or remain weak. The choice is yours."
The disciples stared. Their sect master — their proud, composed, unbreakable sect master — standing naked on the training ground, her hairy pussy visible, her heavy tits bare, her body scarred and powerful and unashamed.
Elder Fanxue followed. Her silver-trimmed robes fell. Her heavy tits swung free — large, mature, the dark nipples wide and stiff. Her panties came down, revealing her thick bush of black pubic hair, the lips of her cunt visible through the curls. Her armpits were hairy — dark patches visible as she folded her clothes. Her thick thighs were wet. The insides of her thighs glistened with moisture — her own arousal, the residue of the ancestor’s seed, the constant, low-level lubrication that the Horny God Physique’s residual pheromones kept flowing.
Elder Qingshu stripped next. Her lean, muscular body was all angles — small, firm tits with pale pink nipples, a flat stomach with visible abdominals, narrow hips. Her pubic hair was thick but lighter — brown curls covering her pussy, the lips visible beneath. Her armpits were unshaven, light brown hair visible against her tanned skin. Her thighs were dry — but her pussy lips were swollen, pink, slightly parted. Glistening.
Elder Mingyu was slower. Her thick, motherly body emerged from her robes like dough rising — enormous, hanging tits that swung low, the wide dark nipples pointing downward, the heavy mounds resting on her ribcage. Her belly was soft, marked with old stretch marks. Her pubic hair was thick and black, a dense forest covering her entire mound and creeping down her inner thighs. Her armpits were dark with hair. Her thighs were slick — the moisture visible, the skin shiny from her pussy to her knees.
"The elders — their thighs are wet," Jia Ying whispered to Song Li. Her round face was burning. "Why are they wet? What — what happened to them?"
"I don’t know," Song Li whispered back. Her small tits were hard beneath her robe, the nipples poking through the fabric. "But look at their auras. Look at how dense their qi is. They’re telling the truth. Whatever happened to them — whatever the ancestor did — it worked."
Elder Yaochi was last. Her enormous tits spilled from her robe like a waterfall — heavy, round, lush, the pink nipples large and puckered, the areolae wide and dark. Her waist was narrow, her hips full, her pussy bare and smooth — hairless from sect cultivation practice. Her bare, smooth mound was visibly swollen, the lips parted, the pink interior glistening. Her thighs were soaked — the arousal dripping in visible streams down her inner legs.
All four elders and the sect master stood naked on the stone platform. Their bodies — mature, powerful, radiating Golden Core qi — were bare and unashamed. Their hairy pussies, their heavy tits, their wet thighs, their unshaven armpits — all visible, all displayed.
The female disciples stared. Their faces burned. Their hearts hammered. And slowly, one by one, their hands went to their sashes.
Jia Ying was first — not out of bravery, but out of a desperate, trembling desire to not be the last. Her fingers fumbled with the knot. The sash fell. Her pink robe opened. She pushed it from her shoulders, her round face crimson, her eyes wet.
Her body was soft and young — barely eighteen. Her tits were medium-sized, round, with small pink nipples that were already hard from the cold and the fear. Her stomach was soft, slightly rounded. Her pubic hair was blonde — thin, curly, barely covering her mound. The lips of her pussy were visible through the sparse hair — pink, tight, virgin. Her armpits had light blonde tufts. Her thighs were smooth and pale.
She stood naked, her hands trying to cover her tits and her pussy at the same time — one arm across her chest, the other pressed between her legs. Her body trembled. Her eyes were wide and wet.
"I — I can’t —" she stammered.
"Remove the undergarment as well," Fanxue said. Her voice was gentle but firm.
Jia Ying looked down. She still wore her cotton panty — a thin, white garment stretched over her hips. She pushed it down. The fabric slid over her blonde pubic hair, past her thighs, to her ankles. She stepped out. Her pussy — tight, pink, the lips barely visible through the sparse blonde curls — was bare.
Her hands flew back to cover herself. Her small pink nipples were stiff and aching. Her virgin pussy throbbed in the cold air.
She could feel her own arousal — the faint, humiliating dampness between her legs, the warmth that had nothing to do with the sun.