The Golden-Haired Iron Flower
Starting from the Sichuan Dang Clan, where Dang Ga-ryeo and Seo Bong-hwa waited, An Rok-san took Su-a and the rest of the group with him to negotiate with every major faction. The official reason was to pave the way for Cindy’s journey through the martial world, but that was only the surface story. They visited the Nine Great Schools and the Five Great Families, then even the handful of powerful Evil Factions that maintained at least some contact with the Righteous Path. Inside Endless Universe, time slipped by in the blink of an eye. Several months vanished just like that.
Whether by coincidence or fate, Cindy once again earned the same nickname she had carried in Changcheon Murim. Golden-Haired Iron Flower. The title settled on her far faster this time. Rumors have wings, after all. Word of how she had crushed the Poison Maiden Dang Ga-ryeo in a one-sided duel had already spread across the land before they even left the Dang Clan. By the time they reached Mount Emei and she dominated their strongest young disciple just as thoroughly, the name Golden-Haired Iron Flower felt inevitable.
She was no longer an unknown novice. Because so many proud and competitive sects sent not only their rising stars but even senior experts to challenge her, Cindy’s reputation grew with every battle. After she and Su-a and Hwa-ryeon successively defeated the strongest young disciples of Mount Emei, Qingcheng, and every other famous sect they visited, the name of the Golden-Haired Iron Flower echoed throughout the martial world of Earth.
Her stunning beauty—golden hair and blue eyes paired with overwhelming martial prowess—made her an object of admiration for countless warriors. Her fairy-like appearance captured the gaze of every man in the Kangho. In some ways, Cindy’s exotic features drew even more attention than Su-a’s. The world had grown larger; exchanges now stretched beyond the Western Regions all the way into space itself. Yet even so, the sight of a beautiful foreigner was still rare enough to ignite wildfire rumors.
Cindy’s breathtaking looks spread her fame even faster as she distinguished herself in duel after duel. The tight-fitting female martial uniform she wore only amplified the effect. While she demonstrated superb long-range marksmanship with her guns, her true specialty remained close-quarters combat using fists and kicks. Every movement sent her full, perfectly shaped breasts swaying in a mesmerizing rhythm that made both men and women swallow hard with involuntary lust.
Those lush, voluminous breasts—larger even than Su-a’s—drew eyes filled with raw desire from men and glances of envy and jealousy from women alike. Yet Cindy was not the only one who became famous.
Su-a and Hwa-ryeon drew equal attention. Su-a, once called the successor of the Moonlit Sword Empress in Changcheon Murim, combined refined swordsmanship with cutting-edge scientific tools. She fought as a top-tier adventurer whose beauty toyed with the hearts of male warriors. Her looks, long hailed as the greatest under heaven, had not faded. Her well-trained, exquisitely proportioned body drew every eye just as powerfully as Cindy’s. Before long she earned the new title Jade-Faced Radiant Sword for her dazzling swordplay with a laser blade. Cindy teased her endlessly about collecting beauty-related nicknames, leaving Su-a’s face burning with embarrassment. Still, even Cindy had to admit that Su-a’s beauty was impossible to ignore.
Hwa-ryeon became a topic of conversation in her own right. While playing the game with the others, she earned her first combat title: Ice-Blue Spear Flower. The name suited her perfectly as she wielded her blue spear like a blooming flower in battle. Although her own beauty sparked plenty of talk, she also gained the nickname Wise Phoenix—Chiji-bong—for her astonishing intellect. At every sect they visited, she absorbed knowledge, debated scholars, and conversed fluently with elders who had studied for decades. Among the rare intellectuals of the Murim, Hwa-ryeon’s arrival was sometimes welcomed even more warmly than Cindy’s or Su-a’s.
The fact that An Rok-san himself—one of the five strongest masters alive—was on the move would have drawn attention by itself. That three new rising stars accompanied him, along with Dang Ga-ryeo of the prestigious Sichuan Dang Clan and the former Sichuan Number One Beauty Seo Bong-hwa, ensured that An Rok-san’s party remained at the absolute center of every rumor.
They traveled from the Dang Clan to Mount Emei, Qingcheng, Mount Hua, Shaolin, Wudang, Kunlun, the Huangbo Family, the Murong Family, the Hebei Peng Clan, the South Sea Sword Pavilion, the North Sea Ice Palace, and even the outer regions. In just a few short months, the names of Su-a, Cindy, and Hwa-ryeon had spread far enough to make them true celebrities. They visited not only powerful martial sects but also minor clans to secure supplies and troop commitments, accelerating the spread of their fame even further. Titles had not yet been formally bestowed, but it was clearly only a matter of time.
Yet all of this was merely what the public knew.
The true purpose of An Rok-san’s journey was known only to a small circle of the Murim’s most powerful figures. It was the systematic seduction and corruption of Cindy and Hwa-ryeon, used as both bait and leverage. Secret rumors that never reached ordinary ears circulated among sect leaders, elders, and clan patriarchs, stirring the lustful hearts of the martial world’s most depraved. Cindy and Hwa-ryeon had become an irresistible drug. Though each man kept his own encounter secret, everyone understood the unspoken truth: material support and military aid were exchanged for the chance to possess those two women.
A few powerful men had reached out toward Su-a as well, but An Rok-san respected her wishes and kept her apart from such dealings. As for those who had already lost control and violated Cindy or Hwa-ryeon, An Rok-san held damning recordings. The moment those videos leaked, everything those men had built would collapse. Caught between the carrot of pleasure and the whip of blackmail, the leaders of the Murim had no choice but to grant An Rok-san’s every request.
Any faction whose leader or key figures were male surrendered without resistance. The allure of Cindy and Hwa-ryeon was simply too powerful for any man to refuse. For the all-female sects such as the Emei nuns, An Rok-san promised substantial rewards later. Slowly but surely, the entire Murim began to unite under his influence.
While these women were the talk of the martial world, inside An Rok-san’s personal airship a very different scene was unfolding.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
“Haaahaaang♥~! It’s reaching… all the way to my womb! Your cock feels like it’s pushing up into my stomach~~~!! Haaang♥!!”
Inside the residential quarters of the airship, an utterly obscene orgy was taking place. Seo Bong-hwa, whose youthful, model-like beauty and voluptuous figure made it impossible to believe she was a mother in her forties who had given birth to three children, straddled An Rok-san where he sat on the sofa. She rolled her hips in lewd, practiced motions while sweet moans spilled from her lips—enough to ignite lust in any man who saw her.
She had impaled herself anally on his massive shaft. Every time the enormous cock stirred her insides, the thick outline of his manhood bulged obscenely against her lower belly, only to disappear again when he withdrew. Though the motion looked almost too intense for her body to bear, Seo Bong-hwa’s face was drenched in pure ecstasy and happiness.
“Mmm… haup~♥ Chuu… slurp, slurp…”
“Lick… lick… aum….♥”
Between An Rok-san’s spread thighs, Cindy with her brilliant golden hair and Dang Ga-ryeo—her soft black hair tied in twin tails, eyes carrying a slightly haughty, fierce charm—knelt in devotion. Each woman had taken one of his heavy balls into her mouth. They sucked and rolled the sensitive orbs with their lips and tongues as if savoring candy, occasionally swirling the tips of their tongues around the urethra to stimulate the base of his cock.
Beside them, An Rok-san had both arms outstretched. His thick fingers were buried deep inside the pussies of Su-a and Hwa-ryeon, who sat on either side of him.
“Kyaaahuuung♥~~!”
“Ahaaang♥~!”
Both women crouched with their legs spread wide, arms raised high to shamelessly expose their armpits while An Rok-san’s fingers relentlessly tormented their dripping cunts. Their pussies had already flooded with arousal; clear nectar poured continuously down their thighs, and the dried traces of earlier orgasms clung visibly to their pubic mounds.
Above, Seo Bong-hwa performed her lewd hip dance. Below, Cindy and Dang Ga-ryeo offered their filthy oral service. To the sides, An Rok-san’s hands drove Su-a and Hwa-ryeon toward madness. The entire room was filled with the thick, sweet scent of an aphrodisiac herb—one of the Dang Clan’s secret formulas that Seo Bong-hwa and Dang Ga-ryeo had brought aboard. It was an accidental creation, a powerful aphrodisiac born from their experiments combining Earth and cosmic toxins, herbs, and medicine.
An Rok-san had claimed both women precisely because their knowledge of poisons, herbs, and medical arts was useful to him.
“Haaaoook♥!! My ass… it feels like it’s going to tear apart!!! Haak! It’s too intense, Master!! Please… just a little slower… I beg you!! Aaaang!!”
Slap! Squish! Squish! Slap!
Overwhelmed by pleasure, Seo Bong-hwa begged for mercy, but An Rok-san ignored her completely. He pulled his fingers from Su-a and Hwa-ryeon’s sopping pussies, seized Seo Bong-hwa’s narrow waist with both hands, and began slamming her up and down like a living onahole. The speed and force were merciless.
Plap♥! Plap♥! Plap♥!
“Kyaahuuung♥!!”
The moment he used his full strength, wet fart-like sounds erupted from her stretched anus. While pounding her without pause, An Rok-san gathered her enormous breasts together, buried his face between them, and sucked both stiff nipples into his mouth at once. At the same time, Su-a and Hwa-ryeon leaned in to lick sensually at Seo Bong-hwa’s earlobes and the nape of her neck. The combined stimulation finally pushed her over the edge.
Spluuuuursh!!!
Hisssssss…
“Ahuuuuung~~♥!!!! It’s flooding in… into my filthy asshole…♥ Into Bong-hwa’s lewd ass-pussy♥….! Master’s hot cum is pouring inside!! Haaaaaaaang!!!”
Accepting the scalding semen deep into her bowels, Seo Bong-hwa clung desperately to An Rok-san’s neck, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Her pussy gushed clear girl-cum in violent sprays as she came hard. The sight of her—once a dignified matriarch—now reduced to a seductive succubus clinging to a man was the very picture of absolute corruption.