Madam Mei'er
At the same time, Wei Yun made his move. The birdcage in his left hand suddenly vanished, replaced by a swirling black vortex in his palm that spun rapidly before hurtling toward Old Yu's massive hand!
Boom! A thunderous crash echoed as their palms collided, unleashing a ferocious blast of energy that rippled outward. The surrounding servants were flung flying—some smashed into rock gardens, others tumbled into bushes, and a few splashed into ponds—each one howling in agony, vomiting blood from severe injuries.
They were mere mortals, without even a single Foundation Establishment cultivator among them. How could they withstand the shockwave from a clash between a peak Foundation Establishment expert and a Golden Core cultivator?
Wei Yun staggered back several steps—thud, thud, thud—each footfall cratering the bluestone slabs and kicking up clouds of dust. He was secretly alarmed. Golden Core cultivators are no joke. A casual strike like that has my qi and blood churning, my true energy stalled, and my whole body numb. He hurriedly circulated his cultivation art to speed up his recovery.
"What the hell is that?" Old Yu felt the black vortex clinging to his palm, a powerful suction devouring his flesh and blood. He jolted in shock.
Whoosh! Decisively, Old Yu formed his right hand into a blade and severed his left wrist clean off!
Blood sprayed in a crimson arc. The severed, meaty palm never hit the ground—instead, it was swallowed whole by the black tornado.
With a wave of his hand, Wei Yun recalled the Qian Kun Xiu divine ability's vortex into his left palm, his true energy flowing freely once more.
"You little thief! I'll never rest until I avenge my severed hand—give up your life!" Old Yu wrapped his left stump with his sleeve, roaring in fury with bloodshot eyes. His right hand ballooned into a fan-sized giant palm, slamming toward Wei Yun's chest!
At the same moment, a blood-red giant palm materialized above Wei Yun's head, crashing down toward him.
Wei Yun hurriedly leaped back, but Old Yu's physical palm chased after his chest while the true energy palm overhead tracked his every move like it had eyes of its own.
With Wei Yun's strength, he could block at most one palm—the other would land unimpeded, whether on his head or chest.
In this critical moment, he made a snap decision. Ignoring the overhead true energy palm, he unleashed Qian Kun Xiu with his left hand, pressed his right atop its back, and met Old Yu's physical palm head-on!
The overhead palm was about to crush down on Wei Yun's skull—when a piercing eagle cry shattered the clouds!
A massive golden-winged roc cloaked in shimmering golden feathers plummeted from the sky. With a flap of its wings, two gales erupted from them, merging midair into a ferocious golden whirlwind that roared downward!
Whoosh! The golden gale struck first despite launching later, smashing into the palm shadow above Wei Yun's head with a explosive burst. Both vanished into nothingness.
At the same instant, Old Yu and Wei Yun's palms clashed. Fresh off his loss, Old Yu dared not let the black vortex touch him again—he struck and withdrew immediately, mustering only half his power.
It was an even match; neither gained the upper hand.
"Xiao Jin, you finally showed up! This young master nearly bought it here!" Wei Yun grinned in delight, pulling back as he retreated. "Take down this fat bastard!"
The golden-winged roc screeched and dove at Old Yu!
Its momentum was terrifying, radiating the aura of peak Golden Core perfection. Old Yu paled in horror but had no choice—steel yourself and fight.
Old Yu's palm art was a minor divine ability called Blood Hand Seal. Once it struck the body, the target would rot from the inside out in no time.
In his wounded state, he unleashed Blood Hand Seal, manifesting a true energy giant palm to meet the roc. But the roc shattered it with a single claw, then pecked at Old Yu's head with its iron beak.
Old Yu swung to block—squelch! The beak pierced his palm clean through. He screamed, blasting the roc away with full force as he retreated.
At that moment, a black tornado descended from above, engulfing Old Yu entirely. Suspended within, his flesh tore away in gory shreds as his body disintegrated amid agonized shrieks.
With a final wail, Old Yu's obese form vanished into the black wind.
Wei Yun withdrew his divine ability.
But in that instant, a surge of vast essence erupted from the Qian Kun Xiu, flooding into his body.
Wei Yun understood immediately. The Qian Kun Xiu had absorbed so much essence blood that it had reached the limit of his current realm. Anything beyond that couldn't be stored—it would feedback to him, its master.
As a Golden Core cultivator, Old Yu's essence was immense. Even after half was claimed by Qian Kun Xiu, the remainder was plenty for Wei Yun to refine.
Guiding it into his lower dantian, he felt a tremor course through him, a sudden insight dawning: in just days, he could shatter the barrier and step into Golden Core.
The roc landed beside Wei Yun, folding its wings and letting out a triumphant cry.
The servants had long scattered in terror, fleeing the estate like rats from a fire.
"Ah... I need it... Ah... I want it so bad... Someone, help me..."
Wei Yun turned toward the hall. Bound to a grand chair was a woman, belly swollen with child, her plump breasts heaving, fleshy stockings hugging her thighs with a slit exposing her dripping slit, juices flowing freely.
Wei Yun strode over in three steps, shattering her ropes with a shake. Freed, she lunged at him, wrapping around his body like a beast in heat, grinding against him as her hands dove for his crotch, seizing his thick, long cock.
Under his azure robes, Wei Yun wore an open-crotch pant. She merely hiked up his robe to grip the meaty shaft. Her eyes blazed with lust as she captured the half-soft rod, engulfing the glans and sucking greedily.
She must've been dosed with some aphrodisiac, Wei Yun realized at a glance. He placed a hand on the matron's head, channeling verdant wood true energy. A green flow poured into her, purging the lust toxin.
The matron lapped at his cock ravenously, stirring Wei Yun's mind. Fortunately, it was mere mortal poison—not the refined brews of Medicine King Sect. The Medicine King Scripture excelled at healing and detoxification; soon, the toxin was cleared.
Now, the matron was eagerly guiding his cock into her. As Wei Yun sorted her chaotic qi and blood, he suddenly felt his tip brush tender flesh. Startled, he yanked his hands back to avoid derailing his own energy.
Looking down, the beauty sat on the chair, hands shoving his cock between her thighs. The bulbous head pressed against her slick, plump labia—so tender and wet it slipped right in, parting her folds.
Hiss... Wei Yun shivered. In this scene, who could hold back? Pleasure first.
"Sorry about this." He scooped up her pale, tender body, one hand cradling her plump ass, the other her back, thrusting his cock into her hole again and again.
"Ah... So good... So big..." The matron moaned lasciviously, gazing contentedly at the youth before her. Her eyes had cleared.
Wei Yun pumped gently, fucking her sopping hole while meeting her gaze. "Madam, feeling better?"
"Mm... Mm... Thank you, young hero... Ah..." Madam Mei'er's cheeks flushed. She'd recovered earlier but, realizing her slutty display, didn't know how to face it. She remembered everything, hazy as it was.
Acting the whore—if seen, she'd have no face left. And she wasn't ordinary; she was Magistrate Zhang's concubine in Goldwave City.
Instinct urged her to feign helplessness, but their eyes locked—nothing hidden.
Wei Yun saw the lingering fire in her eyes. Even sans toxin, she craved release. He wasn't some Liu Xiahui; with beauty in arms, why refuse?
Dry tinder met roaring flame in a frenzy of flesh.
With Madam Mei'er's pregnant belly, holding her limited full penetration—a bit unsatisfying. He laid her on a waist-high jujube table in the hall.
Madam Mei'er eyed the youth hungrily. Suddenly, he thrust hard—she widened her eyes, body convulsing. Her hole felt pierced by a red-hot iron rod: scorching, thick, long, rigid, powerful. His fierce pounding made her feel impaled, her post-birth pussy spacious and elastic yet stretched wide. Slick walls ground against his shaft; his glans battered past her core, plunging to her depths!
"Ah... So big... So long and hot... Aaaah... You'll fuck me to death... Oh god... Aaaah... No... Don't..." Madam Mei'er quaked, torrents of nectar flooding from her womb like a breached dam, electric pleasure surging through her, soul near flight.
But she had to stop him from piercing her core—she was pregnant!
Wei Yun knew, withdrawing at her cervix each time. Gripping her stocking-clad legs, he pistoned rapidly, cock ravaging her depths, glans parting lips and walls to slam her core, savoring her scalding juices and the friction. Climax neared.
Fearing he'd lose control and plunge into her womb, harming the child, he pulled out. Madam Mei'er spasmed violently, pussy gushing, urethra squirting urine—both holes erupting in a spectacular spray.
Wei Yun grasped her stocking feet, inhaling their scent. "Madam, you're soaking wet like this?"
Madam Mei'er twitched. "Ah... I... Ah... You... Young hero... You're too good at this... My bones are falling apart... Ah... Down there, it's already... Already... Ah..."
Wei Yun licked her stocking foot, then placed both on his cock, humping gently.
Her feet were fragrant and soft, stockings silky—footjob heaven. Madam Mei'er gladly assisted; his prowess terrified her. She'd climaxed repeatedly, battered; more would be disastrous, pregnant as she was.
As she worked her feet, Wei Yun freed his hands to knead her tits—swollen from pregnancy, massive, soft, pale, bouncy. He bent to suckle them, her deft feet stroking him to the brink again.
Straightening, he gripped her stocking feet and fucked them hard, unleashing ropes of semen. Most splattered her silken soles, some arcing to her slick pussy, swollen belly, hefty breasts, pretty face—even her lips.
The beauty extended her tongue, lapping cum from her lips—seductively. Wei Yun stared, lifting her from the table and pressing her head down.
"Madam, if you would."
"Mm..." Madam Mei'er blushed, kneeling. One hand cupped his balls, the other his shaft. Her pink tongue flicked his slit, sucking residual cum, then cleaned glans and rod of mixed fluids before engulfing the egg-sized head, bobbing softly.
Wei Yun felt her breath quicken. Considerately: "Madam, another round?"
Her lips parted, glans slipping free. Face crimson: "N-No... Young hero."
Truthfully, she craved more—his perfect cock hit her core every time, addictive. But she rose. "Thank you for the rescue, young hero. This humble woman has no way to repay such kindness... Mm... If you ever crave... that... come find me."
Not just gratitude—the ecstasy was unprecedented, orgasms shattering her soul. This righteous, skilled youth thrilled her.
"I rarely visit Goldwave, but I'll drop by for some fun when I do." Mere words; as an immortal sect disciple, mortal women barely interested him now. Just casual play.
They dressed.
Wei Yun exited, Madam Mei'er at his side.
The roc guarded the door, crying to him.
"I'll escort you back first."
But blushing: "I... I'd like to freshen up first."
Wei Yun got it—reeking of sex, it'd be obvious.
Madam Mei'er bathed in the estate. Wei Yun waited ages until a stunning pregnant beauty emerged, fresh as a lotus from water.
Wei Yun escorted her to Magistrate Zhang's northern manor, delivering her intact.
Magistrate Zhang rejoiced, fussing over her before handing Wei Yun the promised two Rank 2 talisman notes.
Pocketing them, Wei Yun departed.
Mission complete, breakthrough imminent—he needed to hurry back to Medicine King Mountain to prepare. No room for accidents; realm advancement was grave.
"Let's go!"
Outside the manor, Wei Yun mounted the roc. It soared skyward toward Medicine King Sect.