Mo Xie gripped Xue Linghua's silver hair tightly and pulled his thick, saliva-shining cock out of her mouth. The princess gasped heavily, strands of saliva dangling from her swollen lips and tears streaming down her reddened cheeks.
"Enough of your useless mouth," the Immortal Emperor growled, his voice dripping with contempt. "Now you're going to get what you really deserve."
Without giving her time to respond, Mo Xie brutally lifted her by the arms and threw her onto the enormous imperial bed covered in black furs of divine beasts. Xue Linghua landed face down, her ass raised. The Emperor positioned himself behind her and roughly spread her ass cheeks.
"Look at this traitorous ass," he said as he delivered a hard slap that echoed throughout the chamber. "So perfect and so useless. The daughter of my enemy, reduced to a bitch in heat."
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Three powerful spanks landed on her ass cheeks, leaving bright red marks. Xue Linghua moaned in pain, burying her face in the sheets.
"Please… my Emperor…" she begged with a broken voice.
Mo Xie laughed arrogantly.
"Please? Please what? That I fuck you harder so you remember your place?"
Without waiting for an answer, he aligned his thick, veined cock against her wet entrance and thrust forward with brutal force, burying himself to the hilt in a single stroke.
"Aaaahhh!" Xue Linghua screamed, her body tensing violently.
Mo Xie began pounding her with savage strength, each thrust making her ass cheeks bounce and producing wet, obscene sounds. The bed creaked under the intensity of his movements.
"Moan louder, whore," he ordered as he fucked her mercilessly. "I want the entire palace to hear how the princess of the Righteous Path cums on the cock of the man who destroyed her family."
His thrusts were deep and brutal. Every time he bottomed out, he delivered a hard slap to her ass. Xue Linghua moaned and cried, her body betraying her despite the pain and humiliation.
Outside the room, in the hallway, the five guards continued listening in silence. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, Xue Linghua's muffled moans, and Mo Xie's constant insults came clearly through the door.
Zhao Wei clenched his teeth.
"Listen to how he's destroying her again…" he whispered.
At that moment, soft footsteps approached down the hallway. An elegant figure appeared: a young woman of ethereal beauty, dressed in a white and gold Buddhist-style robe, her black hair tied in a high bun adorned with a golden lotus flower. It was Hui Yin, the Buddha's Favorite Disciple, one of the most recent and prized consorts in Mo Xie's harem. She had been captured during the destruction of the Golden Buddha Temple and turned into the Emperor's personal slave.
Hui Yin stopped in front of the guards. Her expression was serene, but her eyes showed cold determination.
"Guards," she said in a low but clear voice. "Is the Emperor busy?"
Zhao Wei bowed his head slightly.
"He is… punishing the Primary Consort, Saint Hui Yin."
Hui Yin looked toward the closed door, from which moans and the sounds of flesh slapping flesh continued to emerge.
"It's time," she whispered, stepping closer to the guards. "The Nectar of Betrayal is ready and in my possession. During the ascension ceremony to the next level, when the Emperor drinks from his favorite cup, I will mix it in. This is our only chance. A Peak Immortal Emperor like him won't suspect anything until it's too late."
The guards exchanged tense glances. Li Feng asked in a very low voice:
"Are you sure, Saint Hui Yin? If it fails…"
"Failure means we will remain his toys forever," Hui Yin replied, her voice firm yet soft. "I myself have endured his 'lessons' too many times. Tonight I will feign total submission. I will enter and join his punishment. When he finishes, I will offer him the poisoned cup as a 'gift of loyalty'."
Hui Yin took a deep breath, knelt on the hallway floor, and got down on all fours. Her Buddhist robe parted slightly, revealing her smooth white skin. She adopted a completely submissive posture, her forehead nearly touching the floor and her ass slightly raised.
"Now… open the door," she ordered softly.
The guards obeyed. The large doors opened with a heavy sound.
Hui Yin began crawling slowly into the chamber, moving like an obedient slave. Her robe dragged along the floor as she advanced on all fours, head lowered and ass swaying gently with every movement.
Mo Xie, who was still brutally pounding Xue Linghua, turned his head and saw the Buddhist saint crawling toward him.
A cruel, satisfied smile spread across his face.
"Well, well… look who's come to join the party," he said without stopping his thrusts. "The Buddha's favorite disciple, crawling like a bitch in heat. Did you come to watch me punish this traitor, Hui Yin?"
Hui Yin raised her head slightly, maintaining her submissive posture, and replied in a soft, obedient voice:
"This humble slave heard the sounds of punishment, my Emperor. I have come to offer my body for you to use as you wish… and to show my absolute loyalty."
Mo Xie let out an arrogant laugh and accelerated his thrusts into Xue Linghua, making the princess moan louder.
"Good bitch," he said, looking at Hui Yin.
"Stay there on all fours and watch. When I'm done with this traitor, I'll fuck you too. And if you behave well… maybe I'll let you lick whatever's left of my cum from her pussy."
Hui Yin lowered her head again, feigning total submission, while inside her heart pounded fiercely. The vial containing the Nectar of Betrayal was hidden within her robes.
The guards, from the hallway, quietly closed the doors and looked at each other.
"It's done," Zhao Wei whispered. "Now we just wait for the ascension ceremony."
Inside the room, Mo Xie continued brutally fucking Xue Linghua, spanking and insulting her nonstop, while Hui Yin remained on all fours to the side, waiting her turn with a submissive expression.
Mo Xie continued pounding Xue Linghua with brutal force. Each thrust made the princess's body bounce on the bed. Her ass cheeks were red from the constant spanking, and her moans filled the room, mixed with the Emperor's insults.
"Moan louder, you traitorous bitch," Mo Xie growled as he yanked her hair back, arching her spine. "I want your 'Buddhist friend' to see exactly what kind of whore you are."
Hui Yin remained on all fours beside the bed, head lowered and forehead nearly touching the floor. Her eyes, however, were fixed on the scene. She watched as her friend Xue Linghua — the same princess with whom she had secretly shared tears for years — was used like a mere object. Every thrust, every slap, every insult pierced her heart.
"I can't keep watching this…" Hui Yin thought with deep pain.
Her fingers trembled slightly beneath her Buddhist robe. She discreetly pulled out the small crystal vial containing the Nectar of Betrayal. Instead of waiting for the ascension ceremony, she made a sudden, desperate decision.
"If I'm going to die, at least I'll take him with me."
Hui Yin uncorked the vial carefully and drank half the poison in one gulp. The liquid was tasteless, but she felt a deadly cold spreading rapidly through her throat and chest. She knew she had little time left.
She rose slowly from the floor, letting her white and gold Buddhist robe slip seductively off her shoulders, revealing her pale skin and soft curves. She walked toward Mo Xie with smooth, provocative steps, deliberately swaying her hips. Her expression was a perfect mix of submission and seduction.
"My Emperor…" she whispered in a sweet, trembling voice. "Allow me to join your pleasure. Let this humble slave kiss you while you enjoy the traitor."
Mo Xie, still buried deep inside Xue Linghua, turned his head and smiled arrogantly.
"Well, well… the Buddhist saint finally decides to join in. Come here then."
Hui Yin approached with feline grace. She climbed onto the bed, knelt beside Mo Xie, and took his face between her delicate hands. Her lips slowly drew near to his, trembling convincingly.
At the last second, before their lips touched, Hui Yin pressed her mouth against Mo Xie's in a deep, desperate kiss. At the same time, she let the rest of the Nectar of Betrayal flow from her own mouth into his.
Mo Xie's eyes snapped open. In a fraction of a second, his Peak Immortal Emperor instincts reacted.
"TRAITOR!!"
With an overwhelming explosion of power, Mo Xie delivered a brutal palm strike directly to Hui Yin's chest. The impact was devastating. Hui Yin was sent flying backward, slamming into an obsidian pillar. A horrible sound of breaking bones echoed. Blood spurted from her mouth and nose as she collapsed to the floor.
"B… but…" Hui Yin coughed, a weak, bloody smile on her lips. "You… already drank it… with me…"
The poison was beginning to take effect on Mo Xie. He felt a deadly cold spreading through his meridians and immortal soul. His power, which had always been absolute, began to falter.
"Damn Buddhist whore!" Mo Xie roared, his eyes bloodshot.
He violently pulled out of Xue Linghua and lunged toward Hui Yin, raising his hand for the final blow. But his movements were slower. The Nectar of Betrayal, specifically designed for an Immortal Emperor, was acting quickly.
Hui Yin, lying on the floor with a caved-in chest and multiple broken bones, looked at Mo Xie with eyes full of satisfaction despite the pain.
"At least… you will fall too…" she whispered before her body convulsed. The poison and the mortal wound took effect at the same time. Hui Yin let out one final sigh, and her body went still, lifeless.
Mo Xie roared in fury. He turned toward Xue Linghua, who was still trembling on the bed.
"You too! All of you are going to die with me!"
He raised his hand, gathering the little power he had left to launch a lethal attack at the princess. Xue Linghua closed her eyes, accepting her fate.
But before the strike could fall, Mo Xie felt his vision darkening. His legs gave out. The poison had penetrated too deeply into his immortal soul. He fell to his knees beside the bed, his hand still raised.
"No… impossible… I am… the Immortal Emperor…" he murmured in a broken voice.
His body began to convulse. Black blood poured from his mouth. With one final roar of rage and arrogance, Mo Xie collapsed forward, dead.
The Private Chamber of the Eternal Dragon fell silent.
Xue Linghua slowly opened her eyes. She looked at the two lifeless bodies: her friend Hui Yin, shattered against the pillar, and the man who had been her tormentor for years.
The doors of the chamber burst open. The guards rushed in, led by Zhao Wei. Upon seeing the scene, they froze.
"He's… dead," Zhao Wei whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. "The Emperor… has fallen."
Xue Linghua, still naked and trembling, rose with difficulty from the bed. She looked at the guards and then at the bodies.
"Hui Yin…" she murmured, tears in her eyes. "You did it…"
Outside the palace, the news began to spread like wildfire. The Immortal Emperor Mo Xie had died.
Ten years later…
A baby cried in a common family in Blue Mist City.
It was a girl of extraordinary beauty.
Mo Qingyan had been born.