The Heavenly Mandate One Awakens
Happy New Year, fulfilling the readers' demands for NTR.
Zhang Ling abruptly opened his eyes, taking in a strange expanse of verdant mountains and forests. The air hummed with faint spiritual qi fluctuations. He lay there stunned for a moment before it hit him—he had transmigrated.
Just moments ago, he had been an ordinary corporate drone on Earth, burning the midnight oil at his desk job until exhaustion claimed him in sleep. Now, he was in this utterly alien world. No system notifications chimed in his mind, no golden fingers descended from the heavens. All he had was a hazy segment of memory from the body's original owner: an orphaned mortal youth who had plummeted off a cliff to his death, only for Zhang Ling to occupy the nest.
"A cultivation world... real or fake?" Zhang Ling muttered to himself, running his fingers over his face. No mirror in sight, but he felt the sharp contours of his jaw, the deep-set brows and starry eyes, and features handsome enough to turn heads even in the modern world. Post-transmigration, his face seemed even more refined—sword-like brows, bright starry eyes, a high nose bridge, clearly defined lips exuding a gentle yet subtly domineering charm. What surprised him even more was the change down below... something wondrous had happened there, the size far surpassing his previous life, thick and long enough to make him blush a little.
No time for marveling—he needed to survive first.
Over the next few months, Zhang Ling soaked up knowledge of this world like a sponge. He settled in a nearby mortal town, taking odd jobs for food and shelter while secretly observing, eavesdropping, and learning.
This world was called the Tianxuan Continent, where cultivation reigned supreme. Cultivators soared on swords, shifted mountains, and filled seas, while mortals could only gaze up in awe. The language and script resembled ancient Chinese, laced with unique cultivation terms; customs were similar enough, but the strong ruled, and sects dotted the land.
It took him a full three months to master the local tongue and script, conversing fluently without a hint of suspicion. Another month of inquiries revealed crucial news: in a few months, the major sects would open their gates for disciple recruitment!
This was a mortal youth's one shot at changing his fate. Zhang Ling's heart stirred. Though he had no detectable spiritual root (he'd secretly tested with a crude spirit-measuring stone in town, yielding mediocre results—nothing or low-grade miscellaneous spiritual root), he refused to resign himself to a mortal life. His handsome face might come in handy, at least to sneak into a sect as a laborer and bide his time for opportunities.
The recruitment day finally arrived.
In the central Lingyun Mountains of the Tianxuan Continent, major sects set up testing sites, drawing hordes of eager mortal youths.
Zhang Ling headed first to the top-ranked Tiansword Sect. On the testing platform, he gripped the spirit-measuring stone—the result: low-grade miscellaneous spiritual root, chaotic and poor.
"Low-grade miscellaneous spiritual root—aptitude too poor. Regretfully, we cannot accept you." The supervising elder shook his head and waved him off.
Next came Xuan Fire Gate, Qingyun Pavilion, Hehuan Sect... one after another, Zhang Ling visited over a dozen sects nearby. Every one turned him away politely.
"Sigh, no immortal path for me." Leaving the final site, Zhang Ling stood on the mountain path, letting out a long sigh. The setting sun stretched his shadow long, his peerlessly handsome face glowing in the afterlight, like a walking statue of a celestial god.
He wasn't discouraged. How could a transmigrator give up so easily? Worst case, he'd build resources in the mortal world and find another way.
As he turned to descend, a crisp, melodious female voice called from behind:
"Hey, young sir! Please wait!"
Zhang Ling turned to see a girl hovering mid-air on a sword, slowly descending.
The girl was about sixteen or seventeen, clad in snow-white robes that danced lightly in the breeze. Her features were refined and otherworldly, her brows and eyes carrying a noble yet lively air. Her aura was like a mountain spring—pure, yet laced with innate pride. Most striking was her exquisitely developed figure: full, heaving breasts, a slender waist, round hips, already blooming into mature allure.
"And you are...?" Zhang Ling smiled faintly, his expression warm as jade yet pulsing with heart-stirring charm.
After landing, the girl's gaze locked onto his face, her eyes widening slightly as if struck by his beauty, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
"I'm Liu Qingxue, an inner disciple of the Tianlian Sect." She quickly composed herself, her voice clear and bright. "I saw you lingering outside the recruitment sites. Are you hoping to join a sect?"
Zhang Ling nodded with a wry smile. "Yes, but alas, my aptitude is too poor. Every sect has turned me away."
Liu Qingxue sized him up, her eyes lingering longer on his demonically handsome face, a strange glint in her gaze.
"Tianlian Sect... we're different from the others. We don't solely judge by spiritual root." She paused, her tone lightening playfully. "Especially my mother—the current Tianlian Sect leader, the White Lotus Fairy Liu Ruolian. She values fate above all. If someone strikes her as 'fated,' even mediocre roots won't bar entry."
Zhang Ling's heart quickened. "Really?"
Liu Qingxue nodded, a mischievous smile curving her lips. "You seem... very fated to me. Why not come back with me to try? If you pass the test, Mother might even take you as her personal disciple."
With that, she summoned her sword and reached out, grasping Zhang Ling's arm. In that instant, he felt the warmth of her palm and the startling swell of her full breasts up close.
"Thank you, miss." Zhang Ling smiled, a deeper intent flickering in his eyes.
Tianlian Sect, White Lotus Fairy...
He vaguely recalled the intel: a sect dominated by female cultivators, led by the renowned late Golden Core powerhouse Liu Ruolian—peerless beauty, icy temperament, dubbed the White Lotus Fairy. Word had it she was married, yet still haunted countless cultivators' dreams.
And this girl was her daughter?
Zhang Ling stepped onto Liu Qingxue's flying sword. Side by side, they shot into the clouds.
Zhang Ling flew with Liu Qingxue northward, piercing layers of mist until they reached the Tianlian Sect gates.
Nestled on the spiritually richest Lianhua Peak, the sect was surrounded by an endless sea of eternal spirit lotuses. Buildings gleamed in white jade, shrouded in ethereal mist. Disciples were mostly women in white robes, each stunningly beautiful. Spotting Liu Qingxue's return, they bowed in greeting.
"Senior Sister Qingxue is back!"
"Who's this young lord...?"
Liu Qingxue proudly tugged Zhang Ling's arm. "A promising recruit I brought back! Mother will love him!"
Zhang Ling smiled faintly, his incomparably handsome face shining in the sunlight, drawing sidelong glances and hushed gasps from the female disciples.
"Such a handsome man..."
"Never seen a mortal with such presence..."
Soon, they entered the sect's grand hall. At the head seat sat a peerless beauty in a plain white gown, her skin like snow, her face coldly lunar, exuding lofty immortal poise. Yet her figure was voluptuously curvaceous—full breasts, plump rear—the Tianlian Sect leader, White Lotus Fairy Liu Ruolian.
Liu Qingxue bowed excitedly. "Mother, I brought someone! His aptitude is average, but I feel he's fated!"
Liu Ruolian's gaze settled on Zhang Ling. In that moment, her icy eyes quivered faintly, as if stirred. His looks were too extraordinary—sword brows, starry eyes, gentle yet domineering, a natural allure that rippled even her late Golden Core heart.
"Rise." Her voice was crisp and cold, yet softened imperceptibly. "Young sir, what is your name?"
Zhang Ling cupped his hands. "This junior is Zhang Ling, greeting the fairy."
Liu Ruolian rose and descended the steps, circling him once. Her eyes brightened, laced with anticipation.
"Qingxue, withdraw." Liu Ruolian suddenly commanded. "I will test him personally."
Liu Qingxue blinked. "Mother, can't I watch? I brought him..."
"No!" Liu Ruolian's tone sharpened with unquestionable authority. "This is confidential. Leave at once!"
Liu Qingxue pouted reluctantly but bowed and departed. The hall emptied, leaving only Zhang Ling and Liu Ruolian.
With a flick of her sleeve, Liu Ruolian activated the hall's formation, sealing all prying eyes. She glanced at Zhang Ling, a peculiar light in her eyes. "Follow me."
She led him to a secret chamber behind the hall. The door sealed with flashing spiritual light, brimming with potent restrictions.
The chamber was modest but elegantly furnished: a central jade bed, a side table with a crystalline teacup.
Zhang Ling's heart tightened, unsure of the peerless fairy's intent.
Liu Ruolian turned, drew a deep breath, and untied her sash. Her white gown slipped away, revealing a flawless alabaster body. Her full snow-white breasts stood proud, waist slim, hips round. Below... a bald, pristine white tiger tender pussy, pink and jade-like, girlish yet lush with mature cultivator ripeness.
Zhang Ling's eyes widened in shock. "F-Fairy, what is this...?"
Liu Ruolian's cheeks flushed faintly, but she steeled herself, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Zhang Ling, to take a disciple, I require a special test. Kneel... and suck here..." She pointed to her pink white tiger tender pussy. "Draw out my nectar, fill that teacup to the brim. Succeed, and I'll take you as my direct disciple—impart everything I know!"
Zhang Ling reeled. "Th-This... how can I? You're the sect leader—this test is too..."
Liu Ruolian bit her lip, shame and thrill flashing in her eyes. "Do you know? This chamber is monitored by my husband, the sect's Supreme Elder. Profound cultivation, yet... a born green hat turtle!"
Zhang Ling froze.
Liu Ruolian continued, her voice low with strange relief. "His divine art is the ancient secret Heavenly Mandate Green Slave Dao. He needs the Heavenly Mandate One to ravish his wife and daughter while he serves as a cuckold slave to break through. Otherwise, he's stuck at Golden Core forever! These years, he's sought in vain. My daughter and I are his 'sacrifices.' Only the true Heavenly Mandate One stirs me so easily, nectar flowing endlessly!"
She gazed at Zhang Ling, eyes pleading. "This test proves if you're him. Fill the cup, and it's confirmed. My husband watches in secret, witnessing you toy with his wife... he'll thrill, he'll breakthrough! Zhang Ling... will you try?"
Silence blanketed the chamber. Zhang Ling stared at the lofty White Lotus Fairy, legs spread, begging a laborer-born mortal to suck her nectar... for her husband's sake.
His pulse raced, his transmigrated massive endowment throbbing painfully.
Within the sealed chamber, spiritual lights pulsed, locking sound and sight—yet beaming it via hidden array to a dark room deep in the sect.
Liu Ruolian stood nude, her flawless body glowing jade-like, full breasts and fat ass shimmering. Her pink white tiger tender pussy parted slightly, glistening nectar trailing down her thighs. Legs spread on the jade bed's edge, her voice quivered with shame and eagerness:
"Zhang Ling... begin. Suck my nectar, fill that cup... prove you're the Heavenly Mandate One!"
Zhang Ling eyed the exalted late Golden Core beauty, now splayed for a mortal like him. His giant cock ached in his pants. Cultivation world absurdity—yet perfectly to his taste.
He knelt between her legs, hands gripping her round snow-white ass, burying his face in the bald white tiger tender pussy.
"Ah...!" Liu Ruolian gasped, her millennia-honed icy poise shattering.
His tongue lapped the pink slit precisely, coiling out warm nectar. He sucked hard, tongue delving deep with wet slurps. Liu Ruolian shuddered, hands clamping his head, breasts heaving wildly.
"So... so deep... oh gods... a millennium untouched... ah!"
Nectar gushed like a flood. Zhang Ling gulped it down while spitting excess into the cup, which quickly pooled with crystalline liquid, fragrant as virgin essence—though wed, heavenly law had barred true union with that waste.
In the dark room, a white-haired middle-aged man—Supreme Elder Bai Xuan, Liu Ruolian's husband—knelt, eyes bloodshot, viewing via array. His robe bottom soaked not with seed, but ecstatic incontinence.
"Finally... the Heavenly Mandate One..." Bai Xuan trembled, kowtowing. "Heavenly Mandate One, ravish my worthless wife... toy with her, let this slave breakthrough!"
In the chamber, the cup half-full. Liu Ruolian's eyes glazed, mad for his massive cock's skill—true manhood at last.
"Enough... enough!" She shoved him away, snatched the cup, guzzled her own nectar like ambrosia. "You... you're him! From now on, I spread only for you!"
She lunged, ripping his robes. As his transmigrated colossal cock sprang free, Liu Ruolian lost her mind.
"So huge... so thick... this is a man... that trash is nothing..."
She shoved him onto the jade bed, straddled, impaling herself fiercely.
Squelch!
A wet penetration echoed with her prolonged moan, filling the chamber.
Simultaneously, the wall flashed—Bai Xuan teleported in. He knelt, head bowed, forced to watch yet averting eyes.
"Husband... no, worthless green slave!" Liu Ruolian railed on Zhang Ling's cock, glaring at Bai Xuan with pent-up loathing. "See this? A real man! Your toothpick never touched me in a millennium! Heaven made you a green hat turtle—kneel and watch obediently!"
Bai Xuan quaked in ecstasy, crawling bedside to lap splashing nectar. "Yes... slave obeys... Heavenly Mandate One, fuck her harder... impregnate her!"
Liu Ruolian slapped him viciously, bloodying his nose, then rode faster in thrill.
"Trash! Slave! I obeyed heaven's rules from the start—for this day, for cultivation. Never loved you! You only lick the Heavenly Mandate One's seed!"
She tormented Bai Xuan amid endless orgasms, pussy clenching, squirting. Zhang Ling kneaded her full snow breasts, reveling in her total submission.
"Heavenly Mandate One... cum inside... fill my womb... let this trash watch you green him!"
Zhang Ling growled, thrusting deep, unleashing torrents of hot seed into her womb.
Liu Ruolian screamed in climax, collapsing sated into his arms.
Bai Xuan knelt weeping yet kowtowing madly. "Thanks to the Heavenly Mandate One... this slave feels the bottleneck loosen..."
Liu Ruolian sneered, foot on his head. "Scram and prepare the next—send Qingxue. The Heavenly Mandate One claims your daughter. You green-turtle father, kneel outside and listen."
Bai Xuan kowtowed frantically, crawling out.
In the chamber, Liu Ruolian nestled against Zhang Ling, whispering:
"Heavenly Mandate One... henceforth, I'm your meat toilet... every female cultivator in Tianlian Sect will beg your cock..."
Zhang Ling smiled, caressing her snow-white ass.
Better to cuckold all under heaven than let all under heaven cuckold me.