Chapter 661 - Dual Cultivated Fresh Thick Cultivator Bitches
"Yes —" Aihua sobbed, her thick body writhing. "Your seed — Lord — please — fill me — my dantian — it’s stuck — I need —"
"Give it to us —" Liling cried, her young body arching. "Please — I’ll do anything — my cultivation — it won’t advance — I need your —"
"MY LORD —" Cuifen moaned, her enormous tits heaving. "Fill my womb — give me your seed — my body — it’s ready — I can feel it — Core Formation — I’m almost — I need —"
Tianlong stood. His golden body gleamed in the dark cave. His cock — twelve inches, hard, slick with the fluids of four women — stood upright, throbbing. His gold-crimson eyes swept the four naked, wrecked, desperate women.
He grabbed Meifeng. Entered her. Fucked her — twenty strokes, hard, deep, brutal. Then he came.
The divine seed erupted into her cunt. Rope after rope of thick, pressurized cum flooding her womb. Her lean body convulsed — her back arching, her medium-sized tits heaving, her hairy pussy clenching around his shaft. The divine qi in his seed hit her dantian and detonated.
Foundation Establishment. Peak. Core Formation. Early stage.
The golden core solidified. The light blazed from her lower abdomen, the energy radiating outward, her body transforming — her skin tightening, her muscles firming, her medium-sized tits lifting, her dark nipples hardening. Her angular face smoothed. Her dark eyes brightened.
"AAANGH~!! AAANGH~!! AAAAANGH~!!!"
He pulled out. The cum poured from her gaping cunt. He grabbed Aihua. Entered her. Fucked her. Came.
The seed flooded her thick body. Her large tits heaved, the dark nipples spraying milk. Her hairy pussy clenched, the thick lips gripping. The divine qi hit her dantian.
Foundation Establishment peak. Core Formation. Early stage.
"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!!"
He pulled out. Grabbed Liling. Entered her. Fucked her. Came.
The seed flooded her young body. Her small round tits heaved, the pink nipples stiff. Her hairy pussy clenched, the thin lips gripping. The divine qi hit her dantian.
Foundation Establishment peak. Core Formation. Early stage.
"HAAIYAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!! AAANGH~!!"
He pulled out. Grabbed Cuifen. Entered her. Fucked her. Came.
The seed flooded her mature body. Her enormous tits heaved, the dark nipples spraying milk. Her hairy pussy clenched, the thick lips gripping. The divine qi hit her dantian.
Foundation Establishment peak. Core Formation. Early stage.
"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! HIEKK~!!"
Four pillars of light erupted from the cave.
Golden, blazing, the Core Formation energy of four women — four mortal village women who had been drawing water from a well that morning — shot upward through the cave ceiling, through the rock, through the forest canopy, into the night sky. The pillars were visible for miles — four columns of golden light, side by side, blazing like a second dawn.
The forest reacted. The trees swayed. The spirit-wood variants — carrying trace qi in their sap — resonated, their leaves glowing, their branches trembling. The streams in the valley brightened, the water shimmering with reflected golden light. The animals — birds, deer, foxes, the spirit beasts that lived in the deep forest — raised their heads, their eyes reflecting the light. The natural qi of the valley — thin, scattered, forgotten — stirred, drawn toward the epicenter of divine energy.
The four women lay on the moss. Their bodies — transformed, elevated, their dark skin glowing with residual golden qi — were sprawled in a tangle of limbs and tits and hairy pussies. Their enormous — no, their varied tits heaved with rapid breath. Their hairy cunts — swollen, raw, gaping — leaked divine cum. Their cultivation bases — Core Formation, early stage, all four — pulsed in their dantians.
Four mortal women. Elevated to Core Formation. In a single day.
Tianlong stood over them. His cock — finally softening, the thick shaft hanging — was slick with the fluids of four women. His golden body gleamed with sweat and divine qi. His gold-crimson eyes looked down at the four women — at Meifeng’s lean, angular body. At Aihua’s thick, round body. At Liling’s young, slim body. At Cuifen’s mature, enormous-titted body.
Four different bodies. Four different types. Four women, claimed and elevated.
He stroked his cock. The shaft — still thick, still heavy — pulsed in his hand. He stroked. Slowly. Deliberately. His gold-crimson eyes watched the four women, their bodies writhing on the moss, their cunts leaking his seed, their cultivation bases cycling.
He came.
The divine seed erupted from his cock — not inside a woman this time, but over them. The thick, white, golden-glowing cum sprayed across the four bodies — hitting Meifeng’s medium-sized tits, Aihua’s large tits, Liling’s small round tits, Cuifen’s enormous tits. The seed coated their chests, their stomachs, their faces. The divine qi in the cum — absorbed through their skin, through their pores — reinforced their cultivation bases, the golden cores solidifying further.
"AAANGH~!!" Four voices. Four simultaneous moans. Four bodies convulsing as the seed hit their skin.
He milked every drop. His hand stroked his shaft, the cum pouring out, covering the four women. The divine energy in the seed — the Horny God Physique’s concentrated qi — settled into their bodies like rain into dry earth.
The four women glowed. Their skin — dark, medium, light, dark — shimmered with golden qi. Their eyes — dark, dark, dark, dark — reflected the golden light. Their hairy pussies — all four, each with its own forest of coarse black hair — pulsed with Core Formation energy.
The world’s nature responded. Outside the cave, the forest shifted. The trees — ancient, massive — bent their trunks, their branches reaching toward the cave. The spirit-wood variants glowed brighter, their leaves pulsing with golden light. The streams changed direction — the water flowing toward the cave, as though drawn by the divine energy. The moss on the cave floor grew — spreading, thickening, the tiny plants reaching upward, their tips glowing.
The valley — unnamed, forgotten, empty of cultivators for centuries — resonated with the divine qi of four newly formed Core Formation cultivators. The natural spiritual energy — too thin for orthodox cultivation, too scattered for formation work — was thickening. Condensing. The valley was being transformed. Elevated. The land itself was being cultivated, the qi rising, the environment shifting from barren to fertile.
Tianlong watched. His gold-crimson eyes saw the transformation — the trees, the water, the moss, the air itself. His divine presence — his Horny God Physique, his golden qi, his divine seed — had done more than elevate four women. It had awakened a valley.
He dressed. His dark silk robe materialized around his body, the fabric settling over his muscles, concealing his cock, his golden skin. He looked down at the four women — still on the moss, still glowing, their bodies coated in his seed, their cultivation bases cycling.
"You are cultivators now," he said. His voice was calm. Conversational. The tone of a man who had done this many times and would do it many more. "Core Formation. The same realm as elders of established sects."
The four women stared at him. Their dark eyes were wide — not with fear anymore, but with awe. With gratitude. With worship.
"Go to the Plum Blossom Sect," he said. "The mountain — three hundred li west. Tell them the ancestor sent you. You will be received."
He turned toward the cave entrance. The hanging vines parted. The forest — glowing, transformed, alive with golden qi — stretched before him.
He had one more woman to visit. The grandmother. Wei Jun’s grandmother. The failing meridians.
He flew.
A streak of golden light, rising from the cave, shooting through the forest canopy, heading east. Behind him, the four pillars of light faded. The golden glow in the forest dimmed. The streams returned to their courses.
But the qi remained. Thicker than before. Richer. The valley had been changed. And the four women — Meifeng, Aihua, Liling, Cuifen — lay on the moss, their Core Formation cultivation bases cycling, their bodies coated in divine seed, their hairy pussies leaking, their dark skin glowing.
They looked at each other. At their transformed bodies. At the golden qi radiating from their skin.
"The Plum Blossom Sect," Meifeng whispered. Her angular face was wet with tears and cum. "Three hundred li west."
"The ancestor," Aihua breathed, her round face flushed. "He said the ancestor sent us."
"He changed us," Liling whispered, her young body trembling. "We were — we were drawing water. And now —"
"We are cultivators," Cuifen said. Her voice was steady. Mature. The voice of a woman who had borne children and now bore a golden core. "Core Formation cultivators. And the ancestor — he wants us at his sect."
They rose. Their transformed bodies moved with new grace — the strength of Core Formation cultivators, the poise of women who had been elevated beyond mortality. Their torn clothes were gone — destroyed, discarded. They were naked. Four dark-skinned, hairy-pussied, heavy-titted women, glowing with golden qi, standing in a cave in an awakened forest.
They walked out of the cave. Into the forest. Toward the west. Toward the mountain. Toward the Plum Blossom Sect.