Supreme Being of the Realm of Color 8

A wild and violent storm erupted again and again between the two, their passion intertwined. Dongfang
Ping's energy could no longer sustain him. At that moment, a strange and powerful
surge of energy suddenly erupted from Yu Ziting's body. Dongfang Ping finally breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the Thousand Bones Soul-Severing
Powder, had been activated.
"Hmm!" With a muffled groan, the powerful internal energy that Dongfang Ping had just received from Wu Fatian, along with his
surging yang essence, sprayed deep into Yu Ziting's vagina.
Two equally pure and powerful, yet completely different, energies
collided at the point where Dongfang Ping and Yu Ziting's bodies were joined. Their opposing forces waxed and waned, bringing both of them to the pinnacle of sexual desire
. Wave after wave of climax crashed against their naked, tightly intertwined bodies.
The intense intercourse exhausted every last bit of strength from their bodies, and at the same time,
the two fiercely competing energies at their intimate point of union began to gradually weaken due to depletion.
"Ah!" Almost simultaneously, Dongfang Ping and Yu Ziting, unable to hold on any longer, separated with expressions of extreme satisfaction and
joy . The true energy that had filled their joined bodies, now without an opponent,
was released, mixed with their semen and vaginal fluids.
Slowly recovering from his exhaustion, Dongfang Ping circulated his energy once, discovering that his true energy was indeed only
one-tenth of what it had been before. He said self-deprecatingly, "What a disappointment! I finally gained such formidable power that I could
do whatever I wanted , and now it's all gone! Alas, Dongfang Ping, it seems the old saying
is true: there's no such thing as a free lunch!" But then he thought: although he only had one-tenth
of his previous internal energy, it was still many times stronger than before. In the martial world, he
could be considered a first-rate master. Heh, he had still gained something. Thinking this way, his dejected
mood improved somewhat. Heh, besides, hadn't he already won over two stunning
beauties
with their own unique charm? Thinking of this, Dongfang Ping's spirits lifted instantly, and he immediately felt
Yu Ziting, whose skin was pressed tightly against his, seem to have woken up as well.
"Sword Master! Oh, I'm sorry—Ping—" Yu Ziting's first reaction greatly displeased Dongfang Ping
. She was already his woman, yet she still longed for another man. Although this man was his
deceased father, it still filled him with jealousy and anger.
Dongfang Ping stared intently at Yu Ziting's captivating beauty, rendered languid and weary by the intense piston-like movements, yet
revealing a different kind of allure. He said, "Hmph, the one you long for is dead. He died at the hands of his own
son , the very man who took your virginity. You can't believe it! Hahahaha, the Sorrowful
Fairy Yu Ziting actually willingly threw herself into the arms of her lover's son, and the son who killed
her own father
at that! Hahahaha—" "What!" These words, like a bolt from the blue, stunned Yu Ziting. Jianlang had
been killed by her own son. She had shared a intimate relationship with Jianlang's son, the murderer of Jianlang. Her
virginity
had ended at the hands of this patricide before her. "Can't you believe me, my woman! Haha, since you're my woman, you can only think of me,
at all times, and you can't think of any other man. What can Dongfang Jian give you? Love,
haha , a dead man can give you love, have you forgotten how happy we were? Can Dongfang Jian give
you that? No, only I can give you sexual pleasure, give you the climax of passion. Dongfang Jian can't,
absolutely can't. Didn't you see? Why did he become his
son's woman the moment he died? Because he couldn't satisfy his wife, while I can let her experience
the greatest satisfaction of sex! Hehehehe—" The possessive declaration, the possessive words, the possessive pride made
Dongfang Ping unrecognizable.
"Yes, the unprecedented tingling, itchy, and pleasurable feeling I had with Dongfang Ping was something I couldn't
bear to leave. Why didn't I feel this way with Dongfang Jian? No, I can't, I can't—
"
Dongfang Ping, too forceful to give Yu Ziting a chance to speak, continued, "I know you're satisfied, you
're enjoying it, and you need it. Only I can satisfy you; no one else can, and I won't give anyone else
that chance. You'll know that your man is unique in this world, the best, and
the only man who can bring you to the highest level of sexual desire!
" "No! No! No!" Yu Ziting was terrified by Dongfang Ping and wanted to sever her own heart meridian to commit suicide, but
Dongfang Ping stopped her with his keen intuition, saying, "You're scared! Hehe, it would be such
a pity for a beauty like you to die like this. Don't be afraid, hehe. You might say I'm a devil, and yes, I am a devil,
but as long as you behave, I will absolutely love you, pity you, and not let you suffer any harm. Of course,
if you insist on dying, then your naked corpse will appear in a bustling place, hehe. I
believe that with your beauty and fame, the martial arts world will definitely be in an uproar!"
Yu Ziting was confused. How could the person in front of her be so different from before? What was his true face
? Dongfang Jian, her lover—why was she so calm about his death? Dongfang Ping—
although they hadn't been together for long, why was her impression of him so deep? Thinking of this,
a blush quietly crept onto Yu Ziting's tired, pale cheeks
. This wasn't love, but vivid memories kept resurfacing in her mind. Gradually,
the image of Dongfang Jian in Yu Ziting's memory merged with Dongfang Ping's appearance—clearly Dongfang Jian in his youth. His domineering style, arrogant
attitude, and wild shouts were deeply imprinted on Yu Ziting's heart.
Exhaustion once again overwhelmed Yu Ziting, and unable to bear it, she drifted into a deep sleep.
Dongfang Ping, who had been performing a one-man show, also quieted down. "What happened to me?" he wondered. The scene
replayed . Wasn't he supposed to be subduing Yu Ziting? Why did he act so out of control? Completely baffled,
Dongfang Ping couldn't find the answer.
Actually, this was because Dongfang Ping had suddenly lost ninety percent of Wu Fatian's century-old internal energy.
This caused the demonic energy that Wu Fatian had simultaneously infused into his body to gain the upper hand. Once the balance was broken, without sufficient internal energy to control the demonic energy, Dongfang Ping was on the verge of madness. However, because one-tenth of
the Ten Thousand Evils Demonic Art remained within him , the protection of his remaining true energy prevented him from completely losing his mind. His current situation was like that of someone who had just entered the initial stage of the demonic path, where demonic energy arises from the heart. Dongfang Ping, who had been suddenly plunged from the almost highest level of the demonic path—the Demonic Heart and Dao Embryo—back to the initial stage, racked his brains trying to understand why, since all his power came from Wu Fatian, losing the powerful energy that Wu Fatian had sustained him, he had also been reduced to his original form. However, because Wu Fatian's experience had also entered his memory, he would generally not go astray when practicing the Ten Thousand Evils Demonic Art, except for those who had never actually mastered it. The highest realm of the demonic path, the unity of saint and demon, is merely a legend. It's said that the demonic and righteous paths originate from the same source, and the ultimate result of cultivating the demonic path and the righteous path is the unity of saint and demon. However, no one on either path has ever reached this realm. The highest realm achieved is the Sacred Heart and Demonic Embryo, which is the limit of the demonic heart and righteous embryo of the demonic path. Anyone who tries to further cultivate the unity of saint and demon inevitably fails. On the righteous path, even if they fail, they merely exhaust their energy. But on the demonic path, failure always ends in a tragic death. Wu Fatian was already considered lucky; he found Dongfang Ping as a vessel, allowing him to dissipate his power and die—a best-case scenario indeed. Dongfang Ping pondered for a long time without finding a clue, so he simply stopped thinking about it, picked up Yu Ziting's delicate and smooth body, and walked out of the secret chamber. "Pinglang, how is it? Does this girl, one of the ten beauties of yesteryear, suit your taste?" Zhou Xinwen greeted him teasingly as she stepped out of the secret room. Zhou Xinwen was already wearing a white silk nightgown, concealing her alluring, voluptuous figure. Dongfang Ping greeted his mother wearily, saying, "There was a small mishap, Mother—oh, Xinwen, I'm a little tired, I'll rest for a bit." He placed the sleepy Yu Ziting on the large mahogany bed beside and collapsed onto it himself. Zhou Xinwen looked at her son's haggard face and thought about his words, feeling a pang of heartache. After all, he was only thirteen years old ; having experienced so much, how could he not be exhausted? After a moment's thought, she glanced at the two sleeping figures, picked up her clothes, put them on, and pushed open the bedroom door before leaving. After a while, Zhou Xinwen entered Long Qianju's bedroom again, followed by two young girls dressed as maids . They were pretty and delicate, not stunningly beautiful, but possessing a charming, demure air. "Qingqing, Honghong, are you two really not going to regret this? It's not too late now, otherwise—" Zhou Xinwen said, glancing at her two personal maids. Qingqing and Honghong, both blushing, forced themselves to say, "Madam treats us like daughters , it's only right that we serve you. Qingqing (Honghong) will absolutely not regret it. " Zhou Xinwen sighed inwardly and said, "Then come with me!" She then gently walked to the mahogany wondered if what she was doing was right. But then she thought, "Never mind, don't think too much. It's better not to overthink it." Turning to the two maids, whose cheeks were flushed with embarrassment at seeing a man's body for the first time, she said, "Take off your clothes first." Qingqing and Honghong nodded, shyly removing their clothes until only their light red undergarments remained. Zhou Xinwen frowned and said, "Take them all off." Qingqing and Honghong then shyly removed their undergarments, bodices, and panties. "Remember this carefully," Zhou Xinwen said, shifting her gaze from Dongfang Ping and Yu Ziting, "I'm going to teach you a set of internal energy cultivation techniques. If you can't hold on for a while, practice them. I have no other choice but to put you like this. Afterwards, I'll have Ping—oh, Jianlang—take you into his household and give you a proper title." Qingqing said, "Madam, this servant wouldn't dare have such thoughts. Serving the Master and Madam in bed is this servant should do."

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