Chapter 664- Azure Cloud Sect
Zhou Hai’s voice was a sob. A broken, useless sob. His body wouldn’t move. The spiritual pressure held him — pinned, helpless, forced to watch.
Tianlong didn’t look at him. His gold-crimson eyes were on Caihong’s face — on her flushing cheeks, her wet eyes, her parted lips, her moaning mouth.
"She wants it," he said. His voice was calm. Conversational. The tone of a man stating a fact. "Look at her cunt. It’s gripping me. Squeezing. Milking. Her body wants my cock."
It was true. Caihong’s pussy — despite the pain, despite the terror, despite her husband watching — was clenching around his shaft in desperate, involuntary pulses. The Horny God Physique’s pheromones had taken control. Her walls were contracting, her muscles were gripping, her cunt was producing arousal in quantities that ran down her thighs and his balls.
"No —" she sobbed, her plain face contorted. "No — I don’t — please — stop — I don’t want —"
PAH! PAAH! PHACCK!
"HAAIYAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!! AAANGH~!!"
Her body betrayed her again. Her pussy fluttered — the walls contracting in a rapid, rhythmic pattern, the muscles milking. Her clit throbbed. Her thighs locked. Her back arched. And she squirted.
The fluid erupted from around his cock — a jet of clear fluid, spraying from her stretched cunt lips, hitting his pelvis, running down his thighs. Her large tits heaved, the dark nipples spraying the residual milk from her nursing days. Her plain face went blank — her eyes rolling back, her tongue extending, her mouth open.
"AAAAANGH~!!"
"Look at her," Tianlong said, still not looking at Zhou Hai. "She just came. On my cock. While her husband watches. Her body doesn’t lie."
Zhou Hai’s face crumpled. The tears ran down his weathered cheeks, into the dirt. His mouth opened. No sound came out.
Tianlong continued. The rhythm relentless. The flesh slapping. The tree shaking. The bark scraping Caihong’s back raw.
PAH PAH PAH! PAAAH! PHACCK!
"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! HIEKK~!!"
He pulled out. Turned her around. Bent her over. Her large tits hung, the dark nipples pointing at the ground. Her thick ass was raised, the cheeks spread, her hairy pussy visible from behind. He entered from behind.
PAH! PAAH! PHACCK!
"HAAIYAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!! AAANGH~!!"
He fucked her against the tree. Her face pressed against the bark. Her large tits scraped the wood. Her thick ass clapped against his pelvis. Her hairy pussy was stretched around his shaft, the lips pulled taut, the arousal running down her legs.
’My body — my body is — I’m cumming — again — I’m — the qi — something is flooding into me — through his — through the place where we’re joined — my skin is — tingling — my meridians — I have meridians? — I can feel them — opening — widening —’
He came.
The divine seed erupted into her cunt — thick, pressurized, molten. Her thick body convulsed, her large tits heaving, her hairy pussy clenching around his shaft. The divine qi hit her dantian.
Qi Refining. Foundation Establishment. Foundation Establishment peak. Core Formation.
The golden core solidified. The light blazed from her lower abdomen — a pillar of golden energy erupting from between their joined bodies, shooting upward through the forest canopy, piercing the night sky.
"AAANGH~!! AAANGH~!! AAAAANGH~!!!"
Zhou Hai — pinned to the ground — watched the pillar of light erupt from his wife’s body. He felt the qi — the Core Formation energy, radiating from the woman who had been mending a sack five minutes ago. He saw her body glow. He saw her skin tighten. He saw her face transform.
His wife. His plain, thick, tired wife. Now a Core Formation cultivator. Because a god had fucked her against a tree.
Tianlong pulled out. The cum poured from her gaping cunt. He dressed. His dark silk robe materialized. He looked at Caihong — slumped against the tree, her thick body glowing, her hairy pussy leaking, her large tits bare.
"Go to the Plum Blossom Sect," he said. "Three hundred li west. The ancestor sent you."
He rose. A streak of golden light, shooting into the sky, heading east. The next woman. The next pillar of light.
Behind him, Caihong slid down the tree. Her thick body hit the ground. She sat in the dirt, naked, glowing, her hairy pussy leaking divine cum. Her dark eyes stared at the sky — at the fading pillar of her own breakthrough.
Her husband — released from the spiritual pressure as Tianlong departed — crawled toward her. His weathered face was wet. His hands were shaking. He reached for her.
"Caihong —" he whispered.
She looked at him. Her dark eyes — bright now, transformed, carrying the light of a Core Formation cultivator — met his squinting ones.
"Don’t touch me," she said.
Her voice was different. Not the plain, tired voice of a wine merchant’s wife. It carried the weight of a cultivator’s authority. The weight of a woman who had been elevated beyond her husband’s reach.
Zhou Hai’s hand stopped. His face crumpled. He knelt in the dirt before his wife, his head bowed, his body trembling.
In the sky, another pillar of golden light appeared. Then another. Then another. Scattered across the eastern lands, the breakthroughs continued — mortal women, chosen, fucked, elevated. The night sky was lit with the golden glow of a world being transformed.
The Azure Cloud Sect sat on the highest peak of the central mountain range.
It was not the strongest sect in the lower realms. It was not the largest or the wealthiest or the most ancient. But it was respected. Its history stretched back eight hundred years. Its founder — a Nascent Soul cultivator who had ascended to the upper realm four centuries ago — had established the sect on the principles of orthodox cultivation: discipline, purity, and the unyielding pursuit of the Dao through meditation and spiritual refinement.
The sect’s compound was a sprawling complex of pavilions, meditation halls, training grounds, and alchemy labs, all connected by stone paths and spirit-wood bridges. The buildings were white marble with jade-green tiled roofs, the walls carved with formation diagrams that glowed faintly with spiritual energy. The peak was wreathed in clouds — the Azure Cloud Sect’s namesake — and the air was thick with condensed qi, the density far above the lowlands where mortal women drew water from wells.
The main hall was called the Hall of Ascending Clouds. It was a vast, circular chamber with a domed ceiling painted with murals of the sect’s history. At its center, a raised platform held five chairs — the seats of the sect’s five elders. Behind them, a larger chair — the seat of the sect leader.
Four of the five elder chairs were occupied. Elder Biyu — a slender woman with a sharp face and cold eyes, her cultivation at peak Golden Core. Elder Hanlin — an old man with a long white beard, his cultivation at Golden Core, late stage. Elder Suwen — a middle-aged woman with a round face and kind eyes, her cultivation at Golden Core, mid-stage. Elder Tianqing — a young man, barely forty, his cultivation at Golden Core, early stage.
The fifth chair — the sect leader’s chair — was occupied by a man who filled it completely.
Sect Leader Jin Wuchen was not a large man. He was enormous. His body was built like a fortress — broad shoulders, massive chest, thick arms, the muscles visible even beneath his formal robes. His face was square-jawed, heavy-browed, his eyes dark and deep, carrying the weight of forty years of leadership. His cultivation was at the peak of Golden Core — the highest in the sect, the highest in the central region. One step below Nascent Soul. One step from the realm that would make him a true power in the lower realms.
He sat in his chair with the stillness of a mountain. His large hands rested on the armrests. His dark eyes were fixed on the informant who knelt before the platform.
The informant was a spy — one of the Azure Cloud Sect’s network of intelligence gatherers, men and women who traveled the lower realms collecting information on cultivators, sects, and events of interest. He was Foundation Establishment, mid-stage, his cultivation base sufficient for travel and observation but not for combat. He was good at his job. He did not exaggerate.
"Sect Leader," he said, his voice steady despite the trembling in his hands. "The reports are confirmed. Across the eastern valleys, in the region surrounding the Plum Blossom Sect, an individual — referred to by the locals as ’the ancestor’ — has been appearing in villages, towns, and on roads. He approaches mortal women. He engages in physical intimacy with them. And they break through to Core Formation."