[The Progenitor of the Joyous Union] Chapter Twenty-Five: A Golden Spear Battles a Flying Sword, A Drop of Semen Exchanges for a Beautiful Corpse

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Sitting in the carriage, Xiang Yin studied how to fight enemies after reaching the Golden Core stage. The hastily learned Foundation Establishment stage
spells were all useless; their power was too weak. Only the Blood Escape Technique remained usable,
and had even become stronger. Unfortunately, with the improved Yin-Yang Escape Technique, even the Blood Escape Technique was rendered useless
. He had virtually no usable spells. To improve a Foundation Establishment stage spell into a Core Formation stage spell
required extraordinary talent. Although Xiang Yin considered himself a genius, he didn't want to expend that
effort. Moreover, researching spells was extremely dangerous; he could easily suffer a backlash.
What was the point of practicing a spell with weak power? As for magic
treasures, having spent all his savings trying to break through to the Golden Core stage, Xiang Yin was now penniless. He
only had a few dozen low-grade spirit stones left, and he didn't even dare to dream of magic treasures for the Golden Core stage. The only thing he could boast of was
his own yang organ, cultivated through body refining and weapon forging techniques. Forged by the Five-Colored Thunder Tribulation, it had reached
a certain stage in body refining, making it virtually indestructible by magical artifacts. Combined with his improved Heavenly Ascent Technique, it should be formidable.
Why seek something far more distant? Xiang Yin decided to delve deeper into the Heavenly Ascent Technique, improving and breaking through its limitations to make it
his greatest weapon. Adding the Yin-Yang Escape Technique, he would be able to hold his own among those at the Golden Core stage.
The carriage continued westward, its interior filled with the sounds of war. Xiang Yin had begun researching his own secret techniques.
In the blink of an eye, over a month had passed. The carriage was now traveling through hilly terrain,
winding its way through the low trees. This was the largest official road heading west, and there
were many pedestrians along it. The driver was Shi Fen, disguised as a maid, sitting at the front, seemingly lost in thought. The carriage
moved swiftly, pulled by the finest horses, and the carriage itself was a luxurious and sturdy top-tier vehicle.
At midday, several galloping horses carrying a number of people charged eastward, recklessly
scrambling past them. They didn't yield to the carriage or people, causing chaos and confusion. The leader, a man with a ruddy complexion, wearing a high-crowned hat and a white robe,
was laughing heartily at someone he had bumped into, finding amusement in the disarray of the other's appearance. The horses charged towards the silver carriage
, not bothering to avoid it, laughing wildly, intending to knock the carriage over. The two rapidly moving objects
collided in opposite directions, but upon reaching close range, they were separated by an invisible force. Suddenly, the horses and riders were thrown off balance, landing
on the roadside grass, each looking bewildered, wondering why they had suddenly fallen to the ground while the carriage
continued on its way as if nothing had happened. The group looked up…
and saw three beams of light in the sky. The first one fled hastily, while the other two pursued closely behind.
The streak of light ahead seemed to sense something, turning and hurtling towards Xiang Yin's carriage.
A golden light flashed within the carriage, like a colossal object rising into the sky. The streak of light ahead veered, passing by the golden light below
. A figure emerged from within the streak of light—a woman. She was dressed in black, her entire body completely shrouded in black gauze,
but her eyes held a strange gleam. She held a dark dagger in her hand. Anyone capable of flying through the air must
possess a cultivation level of at least Core Formation. Xiang Yin had never practiced any spells to discern cultivation levels, so he couldn't determine the woman's exact
level.
The two streaks of light chasing after them also approached. Following them were a man and a woman, dressed in the robes of the Misty Sect.
The female cultivator shouted, "Fellow Daoist! Help us capture this demoness!"
Xiang Yin turned to look at the black-clad demoness. Sure enough, her eyes revealed an aura unlike any other, radiating coldness
and a disdain for life. After months of fighting, the demons realized they couldn't quickly annihilate humanity. So, their
leader gathered several commanders and devised a plan: to send demon soldiers disguised as humans to infiltrate the human
population, learning how to create powerful magical artifacts and discover human weaknesses—a
common tactic for their protracted conquests of other planets.
The demon soldier before them was one of the fifth commander's soldiers. (In the demon realm, demon soldiers are equivalent
to Golden Core cultivators in the cultivation world; those below demon soldiers are slaves. A commander's power
is directly linked to the number of slaves under their command. Slaves have no autonomy and can
be played with and killed at the commander's discretion.) The black-clad witch was named Suras, the name of a beautiful demonic flower in the demon realm
, symbolizing beauty and peace. Sula, the witch, had been chased here and was already severely injured, barely
clinging to life. For some reason, Xiang Yin exuded an
aura she found extremely appealing and inviting, even a faint sense of security.
Looking at the human Golden Core cultivator before her, Sula couldn't utter a single word for help.
She swallowed the blood flowing from her internal organs, making her face even paler, and her head began to spin. She
had known since she was five that helpless pleas for help were futile, so she had never begged
anyone since then. She gradually lost consciousness, and without realizing it, she suddenly
collapsed into Xiang Yin's arms…
Xiang Yin was startled, reaching out to catch Sula in his embrace. Her frail, delicate body lay peacefully in his
arms, emanating a strange aura that drew him in.
The pursuing man roared, "Hand over the witch, and I'll spare your life!" Seeing the witch throw herself into Xiang Yin's arms
, the man assumed Xiang Yin and the witch were in cahoots…
Xiang Yin's mind raced, and he said loudly, "This witch has such delicate skin, perfect for my cauldron. I am
Xiang Yin, a disciple of Elder Bi of the Fu Gui Sect. Is it an honor to meet you all?" Xiang Yin cupped his hands in greeting.
The man from the Piao Miao Sect said, "Our mission is to retrieve this witch's body. If you want her body,
feel free to use it."
Xiang Yin frowned and asked, "May I ask your name, brother?"
The man from the Piao Miao Sect replied, "I am Fu Yunzhong, and this is my junior sister, Qian Xunzi. Hand over the witch so we can return
and report." Fu Yunzhong was unyielding, insisting that Xiang Yin hand over the witch, as the demon invasion was
a matter of life and death for humanity.
Xiang Yin tossed Sulas onto the roof of the carriage below. The witch landed steadily on the roof. Xiang Yin said, "
Your Excellency may think I lack the ability to subdue and control witches, and may not trust me to handle this witch."
" How about this, both of you come at me together. If I'm lucky enough to win, this witch will be mine as my sex slave.
If you're stronger, then pretend I never existed, okay?"
Fu Yunzhong already possessed the strength of the mid-stage Core Formation realm, while Qian Xunzi had the strength of the early-stage Core Formation realm. Fu Yunzhong
was confident he wouldn't lose to anyone of the same level, let alone someone a level lower. Fu Yunzhong smiled confidently
and said, "I'm enough on my own. Junior sister, please cover for me from the side!"
Fu Yunzhong flicked his sleeve, and a flying sword flew out. He made a sword incantation and said, "Hurry!" The flying sword
darted rapidly through the air, not attacking, waiting for Xiang Yin to prepare. Xiang
Yin stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, but his mind was recalling what he had learned and understood in the past few days. He said, "Please!
"
Fu Yunzhong made a sword incantation again: "What I have learned is one sword that breaks all laws. Be careful, little brother." The flying sword
twisted and turned, stabbing towards Xiang Yin's thigh from the side.
Xiang Yin said, "Slightly the same."
Xiang Yin suddenly tore open his clothes, revealing the solid muscles of his chest. Qian Xunzi screamed and
instantly covered her face, blushing with shame.
"Dragon Raises Its Head!" A bulging, veiny penis, torn from his pants, was more than half a person's length and as thick as his waist
. With a flick of his wrist, he actually knocked the flying sword away. The penis gleamed with golden light, displaying its extraordinary nature. The glans seemed
to be protected by golden light, unharmed.
Fu Yunzhong felt disgusted. This person's martial arts were so vulgar. A righteous cultivator was practicing demonic
arts. Fu Yunzhong turned his sword technique and no longer held back. The flying sword spun faster and faster like a spinning wheel,
like a sharp cutting knife, slashing towards Xiang Yin!
"Dragon Swings Its Tail!" Xiang Yin turned around, his penis whipping away the flying sword from the side like a whip. The dragon
was not only firm but also agile. Fu Yunzhong attacked several times without making an inch.
Fu Yunzhong then switched sword techniques, shouting three times, "Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" With a flick of his wrists, two more swords flew
from his sleeves, equally swift. The three swords formed a strange array, attacking Xiang Yin. Xiang Yin
leaped left and right in the air, incredibly agile. His movements fully demonstrated the versatility and flexibility of his bedroom skills. His penis, like a sentient
animal, flicked left and right, deflecting each attack. After attacking for over ten minutes, they couldn't even scratch
Xiang Yin. The three flying swords danced faster and faster; Fu Yunzhong had exhausted all his strength.
Although Xiang Yin's defense was decent, the attack range was too short to inflict damage, making it all
in vain. Although his bedroom skills had honed Xiang Yin's stamina to an unparalleled level, it would eventually run out. After several days of deep thought
, Xiang Yin finally found a viable method, one that also possessed some ranged attack capabilities. Seizing the opportunity, seeing
Fu Yunzhong momentarily distracted, a beam of white light shot swiftly and accurately from the head of his penis, heading straight for Fu Yunzhong!
Fu Yunzhong quickly pulled out a silver shield to block it, but with a clatter, he was also covered in bullets. The silver
shield, however, instantly lost control and fell to the ground, as if it had lost its spirit. Xiang Yin seized the opportunity to retreat several meters, loudly
proclaiming, "You flatter me!" "
It turns out that Xiang Yin activated his semen dozens of times within his body before ejaculating it out. Unexpectedly, it had such a miraculous
effect, even able to defile magical artifacts. The extremely active sperm destroyed the talismans on the surface of the artifacts, constantly
drilling into them and damaging their internal structure. Fu Yunzhong's clothes were also corroded. He reacted quickly, tearing off the parts of his clothes
that had been stained and discarding them.
Although Fu Yunzhong still had several powerful moves left to use, he was a man who could afford to lose. With his clothes hanging in strips
, and a huge man standing in front of him, the virgin Fu Yunzhong inevitably felt embarrassed. Finally, he had the
thought of escaping as quickly as possible and opened his mouth, saying, 'I have a question for you. Please answer it. Without a sword on your feet, how can you move so
nimbly through the air?'
Seeing that Fu Yunzhong had lost his will to fight and his penis had gradually returned to its original size, Xiang Yin said, 'I have become one with the sword
. Why do I need a sword in my hand?' '
I understand!'" Fu Yunzhong pulled up his junior sister, who was already covering her head in embarrassment, and disappeared into the horizon within seconds
, leaving only Qian Xunzi with a flushed face and a fierce glance back.
Xiang Yin, overjoyed at his initial victory, happily carried Sulas back to the carriage. Checking on the witch's
injuries, he found a dark palm print on her back, five broken hamstrings, and severely damaged internal organs. She was
almost lifeless, though her internal energy was stubbornly and slowly flowing—a drop in the ocean. Without
treatment, she could die within tens to hundreds of breaths.
Xiang Yin felt a headache coming on. In this desolate wilderness, where could he find a cultivator skilled in medicine or alchemy? Had he
come all this way only to find a corpse?

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