The scent of Midnight Jasmine, mixed with Wei Yan's aphrodisiac, was now so intense that it felt as if the air in the hall had turned into a thick, hot liquid. Atop the maroon silk, Wei Yan slowly ended his obsessive sucking on Li Yuantong's chest. The reddish trail he left on the pale white skin was like a contrasting painting of passion. Wei Yan's tongue swept away the remaining moisture before he began to climb upwards, gazing into Yuantong's eyes, which were already droopy and misty with adoration.
Their lips met again, this time not in a demanding kiss, but in a more intimate and emotional caress. Amidst the heated connection, Wei Yan's hands didn't remain still. His strong fingers moved to Yuantong's waist, searching for the remaining fabric still wrapped around her lower body. With one precise tug, the last thread fell away, leaving Yuantong completely naked under the lantern light.
Li Yuantong, fueled by the courage of the alcohol and overwhelming love, reciprocated her husband's advances. Her slender hands trembled as they touched Wei Yan's waist, removing the last piece of cloth protecting his manhood. As soon as the cloth fell to the marble floor, the two were now completely naked—two bodies ready to merge in the purest harmony.
Beyond the transparent curtain, eight pairs of eyes watched the scene with bated breath. The senior wives, who had also now removed their clothes, were transfixed by Wei Yan's physical prowess. Wei Yan's junior, standing tall and powerful, took center stage; his immense size and pulsating fine veins betrayed the unparalleled power of the Chaos Body.
Zi Lan swallowed hard, her hands kneading her own thighs, which were now incredibly sensitive. "Manly... truly incredible. I can't imagine what it would be like to contain such power," she whispered, her voice trembling with eager anticipation.
Ao Ningyan, who usually possessed sky-high self-esteem, couldn't look away. Her haughty eyes were now filled with honest hunger. "This is the man we chose. Our fates... truly are tied to that majesty," she murmured softly.
In another corner, Ning Shuang felt as if her world were spinning. She stared at Wei Yan's manhood with a flushed face, but beneath her embarrassment, there was a deep curiosity. Is... is it really going to enter my body later? How can my small body possibly withstand it? These questions swirled in her head, along with the growing itch in her lower body, yearning for the touch she had just witnessed.
Back on the bed, after a passionate kiss that seemed to absorb their souls, Wei Yan pulled away for a moment. He gently kissed Li Yuantong's forehead. At that moment, Wei Yan activated his energy circulation. Through that forehead touch, he transferred ancient knowledge stored in his spiritual heritage memory: the Supreme Harmony Dragon and Phoenix Dual Cultivation Technique.
The stream of information flowed into Yuantong's brain like a waterfall of light, giving him an instant understanding of how to harmonize his breath, the flow of inner energy, and muscle contractions to maximize the exchange of energy during the physical procession.
"Use this technique, Yuantong-er. Let your soul dance with mine," Wei Yan whispered.
Yuantong nodded weakly, his face flushed with this newfound, intimate understanding. Without further prompting, the two naturally made their final preparations. Wei Yan lightly lubricated his own hand with her natural fluids, while Yuantong, with her slender fingers, did the same. They helped each other lubricate their partner's lower parts, an act of utmost intimacy and care, ensuring that the path to union would be as smooth as silk.
The touch of Yuantong's hand on Wei Yan's junior made the man growl lowly, while the touch of Wei Yan's fingers on Yuantong's sensitive area made the woman puff out her body with a long moan.
"Ah... Wei Yan... I feel it... so hot..." Yuantong moaned, looking pleadingly at Wei Yan.
Wei Yan positioned himself between Yuantong's wide-spread thighs. He gazed deeply into the eyes of the woman who had given him her boundless devotion, as if he wanted to penetrate to the very core of her soul.
"Yuantong-er, listen to me. From this moment on, there will be no separation between you and me. Your body is my vessel, and my energy is your breath. We will become one in the heavenly law, unbreakable by any means," Wei Yan said with the authority of an emperor but with the love of a husband.
He pressed the tip of his manhood gently against Yuantong's already wet and ready entrance. The pressure made Yuantong tremble slightly, but his eyes remained locked on Wei Yan's.
"Now, we will become one. Are you ready?" Wei Yan asked, assuring his bride's inner readiness before the storm of union began.
Li Yuantong didn't answer with long words. She simply wrapped her arms around Wei Yan's neck, pulling him a little closer, and in a very small voice, filled with absolute submission, she replied,
"Um."
That short answer was the opening gong for a procession that would change the history of their cultivation forever. The room immediately trembled gently as Wei Yan began to thrust in, initiating the legendary dance of the dragon and phoenix before the witnesses who had now completely lost control of their own desires.
Under the gaze of eight pairs of eyes gleaming with lust and pent-up anticipation, the tension on the giant mattress reached its peak. Wei Yan, slowly but surely, began to push his mighty manhood into Li Yuantong's gates of bliss.
"Nghhh... Ahhh..." A muffled moan escaped Yuantong's lips as the head of Wei Yan's extraordinary junior began to penetrate. His eyes widened, his pupils dilated from the combination of sharp pain and shocking pleasure. His body tensed, his hands gripping Wei Yan's strong shoulders, his nails digging lightly into the skin. Wei Yan's manly size truly challenged his capacity, even though he was already extremely wet and ready.
Wei Yan paused his movements for a moment, gazing at Yuantong's flushed face with a loving yet domineering gaze. He stroked Yuantong's sweat-drenched cheek with his thumb. "Relax, Yuantong-er. Breathe... adjust to my presence," Wei Yan whispered in a soothing yet lustful baritone. "After this final movement, you will be fully adjusted. After that... release your deepest self. Let your soul dance with me."
Yuantong stared into Wei Yan's eyes, searching for strength there. He nodded slowly, trying to relax his muscles according to the Supreme Harmony of Dragon and Phoenix Dual Cultivation technique he had just learned. He took a deep breath, preparing for total union.
Seeing Yuantong's readiness, Wei Yan took a deep breath and with one steady, powerful thrust, he plunged his manhood completely into Yuantong.
"AHHHH! WEI YAN...!" Yuantong screamed hysterically, his shrill voice filling the majestic hall. Her body arched tightly like a bow, her head thrown back and her eyes tightly shut. The sharp pain of her hymen tearing collided with the sensation of incredible fullness and the waves of pleasure that began to radiate from the center of their union. Tears of joy and pain mingled in the corners of her eyes.
Wei Yan immediately stopped moving, keeping his body embedded within Yuantong. He held Yuantong tightly, offering a warm embrace to calm her racing heartbeat. "Hold on... adjust yourself, my wife. Feel me inside you," Wei Yan murmured in Yuantong's ear, planting small kisses along her neck.
At the same time, Wei Yan waved his hand in the air. A pure white handkerchief appeared out of nowhere. Gently, he wiped away the red bloodstains at their union—the blood of conquest for Li Yuantong's absolute loyalty. The handkerchief was then placed beside the pillow, a silent witness to their spiritual marriage.
Slowly, the tension in Yuantong's body began to relax. The pain was replaced by a warm sensation that spread throughout his body, the effect of Wei Yan's pure energy flowing in and interacting with his own inner energy. The dragon and phoenix techniques began to work automatically, synchronizing their heartbeats and energy flow. Yuantong opened his eyes, staring at Wei Yan with a gaze now filled with pure passion. He gave a soft signal with his hips, an unspoken invitation.
Wei Yan smiled faintly, understanding the signal. He began pumping with slow, rhythmic movements. Each thrust and pull was carefully executed, allowing Yuantong to feel every inch of his presence. The friction of their skin created a provocative, wet sound, mingling with their increasingly heavy breaths.
"Nghhh... Master... ahhh... so good..." Yuantong moaned, his voice now hoarse and full of pleasure. He began moving his hips to match Wei Yan's rhythm, following the dragon and phoenix dance he had taught him.
Wei Yan's hands didn't stay still. As he continued pumping slowly, his hands worked their way to other parts of Yuantong's body. His fingers caressed Yuantong's smooth thighs, then moved up to squeeze her slender waist. Wei Yan then lowered his head, returning to taste Yuantong's taut, reddish breasts. He licked, sucked, and sucked gently, creating waves of pleasure that made Yuantong writhe in delight.
The erotic scene on the giant bed, coupled with the increasingly intense scent of aphrodisiac, caused the wives watching outside the curtains to completely lose control. The atmosphere in the hall had now become wild and uncontrollable.
Zi Lan, who had been completely innocent, could no longer contain her inner turmoil. She knelt on the marble floor, her hands wildly groping herself. Her fingers played between her thighs, creating wet sounds that clashed with her ragged breaths. "Ahhh... Young Master... Yuantong... I want... I want to touch you too..." Zi Lan moaned, the anticipation of her turn making her body tremble violently.
On the other hand, the usually haughty Ao Ningyan now looked like a thirsty woman. She leaned against one of the dragon pillars, her eyes tightly closed as her hands squeezed her own breasts tightly. Short moans escaped her tightly pursed lips. "Fate... this... ahhh... I can't hold it in..." she murmured, her pride completely shattered by the overwhelming passion.
Lan Xiyi, the cold sword, had also succumbed to her instincts. She sat cross-legged with teary eyes, her fingers playing with her own sensitive areas in a rapid rhythm, following Wei Yan's movements on the bed. Her usually stoic face was now filled with an expression of intense pleasure.
The other wives—Feng Xiuyi, Liu Caixi, Yao Moli, and the others—were also busy with themselves. The hall was now filled with the harmony of moans, groans, and the wet sounds of fingers playing with each other's bodies. They echoed each other's moans, creating a symphony of wild and provocative passion. Wei Yan and Yuantong's presence on the bed became a center of energy, fueling their collective pleasure.
Only Ning Shuang was still struggling with herself. She stared at the wild scene around her with a flushed face. Watching her virtuous sisters now so innocent and playing with themselves had almost overwhelmed her sanity. However, Wei Yan's aphrodisiac finally broke through her last defenses. The itching and burning in her lower body became unbearable. With trembling hands, she began to undress, piece by piece, shedding her shame to join in this storm of passion. She wanted to be conquered, just like Yuantong.Wei Yan, on the bed, felt the energy radiating from his wives around him. He smiled with satisfaction, knowing that their hearts had all been fully opened. He increased the rhythm of his pumping slightly, bringing Yuantong to a higher peak of pleasure, while their bodies began to radiate an increasingly bright golden and green light, a sign that the Supreme Harmony Dual Cultivation of Dragon and Phoenix had reached its peak.
Wei Yan's pumping rhythm grew wilder and wilder, creating a wet sound that echoed throughout the hall, silent with tension yet noisy with moans. Li Yuantong's body was flushed, the fine sweat on his skin glistening like porcelain soaked in dew. He felt as if all his nerves were being pulled toward a single point where Wei Yan's manhood was deeply embedded.
"Wei Yan... Master... Honey... I... I can't take it anymore..." Yuantong groaned, his eyes rolled back, his hands gripping the silk sheets until they were creased. His breath was shallow, a sign that he had reached the limit of his mental and physical endurance.
Wei Yan gazed at him with a predatory, loving gaze. "I know, Wife. Come, let's reach the peak together," he whispered hoarsely.
With a final series of incredibly hard and deep thrusts, Wei Yan sank his entire length into Yuantong's womb. At that crucial moment, a burst of hot energy erupted from Wei Yan, coinciding with Yuantong's release, sending her body trembling violently.
"AAAHHHH! WEI YAN! NOOO—AAAKHHH!" Yuantong screamed hysterically, her voice so high that it echoed off the ceiling of the hall. Her body stiffened, her toes curling sharply as waves of intense orgasm hit every nerve in her.
Wei Yan himself could no longer hold back a low growl that turned into a roar of satisfaction. "NGGGHHH—YUAANTOONG!" he cried as he buried his face in the crook of his wife's neck, releasing all his life essence and pure spiritual energy in a searing torrent. The sound of their gasps clashing with Yuantong's endless cries of pleasure, creating a highly provocative noise for anyone who heard it.
However, Wei Yan didn't let the moment pass him by. Before the energy could cool, he wrapped his arms around Yuantong's still trembling waist and let out a hoarse sigh. Using his physical strength, he pulled Yuantong's body upward without breaking the union below. Wei Yan sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, and Yuantong now sat on top of him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
The two of them immediately engaged in a passionate and deep kiss. The goal was clear: to perfectly connect the upper channel (lips) and lower channel (physical union), creating a closed energy circulation. Wei Yan began to execute the Supreme Harmony Dragon and Phoenix Dual Cultivation Technique at its peak. Golden and green light exploded from their bodies, swirling like a small hurricane across the giant bed, harmonizing their spiritual cores and drastically increasing Yuantong's cultivation realm in a matter of seconds.
Once the energy cycle stabilized, Wei Yan slowly laid Yuantong's limp and blissful body back down on the red silk. Below Yuantong's navel, her fair skin suddenly glowed. Slowly but surely, a special dark gold tattoo or seal emerged—a symbol of absolute ownership and a sign that he had become a part of Wei Yan's soul.
Yuantong breathed steadily, tilting his head slightly with a graceful, lazy movement as Wei Yan finally released himself from his warmth. Wei Yan sat cross-legged beside Yuantong's head, allowing his still-strong, throbbing junior to be exposed to the cool air of the hall.
Yuantong, though tired, readily demonstrated his devotion. He bent down slightly, letting his head rest on Wei Yan's inner thigh. Without needing to be told, his expert lips and tongue began to move, licking and sucking the remnants of their union from Wei Yan's junior with gratitude and devotion.
Wei Yan leaned back, his eyes sweeping across the chaotic hall. He saw his other wives: Zi Lan, who had collapsed limply, her body drenched in his own flesh; Ao Ningyan, who was panting with a hungry gaze; and Ning Shuang, now completely naked and trembling from the unbearable itching in her lower body.
Wei Yan's gaze finally settled on the most serene yet eager figure. He gestured toward her with undeniable authority.
"Ruolin, your turn," Wei Yan said flatly, beckoning his senior wife to continue the relay of that night's sacred union.