Thud—
Xu Lan instantly smashed her forehead down onto the mattress. Her heavy young breasts flattened hard against the sheets, soft flesh spreading under her own weight as she knelt in front of him. Her entire body trembled violently. Eyes wide, black pupils shaking with pure shock, fear, and reverence.
Bai Lund hadn't done anything to her.
This was simply how commoners reacted when faced with a true cultivator.
Even though many commoners managed to reach the Mortal Body Realm, the number who successfully passed the Spiritual Energy Baptism remained pitifully low. Most stayed trapped in the Mortal Body Realm until the day they died. People believed it was pure luck and destiny — a handful were chosen by the heavens to step into the Qi Essence Realm, while the vast majority were cursed to remain ordinary forever.
Yet every commoner still poured their entire lives into cultivation. Because even if the chance was as thin as a strand of hair, becoming a cultivator was the greatest lifelong dream of the masses.
And the moment someone truly shattered that bottleneck and reached the 1st Stage of Qi Essence, they were treated like living gods walking among insects.
It was an open secret that if a cultivator raped a commoner woman, instead of hating or cursing him she would often clamp her pussy shut in desperate panic, terrified that even a single drop of his precious seed might leak out. Children born out of cultivators had a noticeably higher chance of being born with cultivation talent. Because of this, countless women treated a cultivator's thick cock like a golden stairway to heaven. There were even husbands who paid cultivators large sums just to fuck their wives so the women could be bred with superior seed. In the end it all came down to talent, and not everyone was blessed with enough of it to cross the Mortal Body Realm.
Even knowing they might remain stuck forever, commoners still sold their land, their dignity, and sometimes their own family members for the faintest hope of becoming cultivators.
In short, cultivators were worshipped.
Xu Lan's face remained pressed against the white sheet, eyes hidden, body shaking so hard her heavy breasts quivered against the mattress.
"I don't have time for this. Get up."
Bai Lund's cold bark cut through the room.
Xu Lan rose tremblingly onto her knees. She now understood with absolute clarity that if he had truly become a cultivator, he could snap her neck with two fingers and be done with it and not only her, but every living soul in Yellow Leaf Village. The respect and raw fear she felt toward him soared higher than Mount Tai itself.
"Yes. I am a cultivator," Bai Lund stated flatly.
As she rose up, Bai Lund's thick, heavy cock twitched right in front of her face, the fat head still slightly shiny. This time the sight of it didn't look so frightening. Her empty cunt gave a deep, traitorous throb, soft inner walls clenching around nothing as if begging for that thick shaft to stir her insides deep. She had heard countless filthy stories of commoner women bred by cultivators, later giving birth to children with enough talent to change their destinies. A mix of raw feminine instinct and pure greedy ambition from those stories made her suddenly want to be fucked right here, right now. She wanted that thick cultivator seed flooding her womb until it overflowed.
Her head leaned forward on its own. Her soft pink lips parted, ready to wrap wetly around the swollen cockhead and suck.
Before she could take him into her mouth, Bai Lund's hand shot out, grabbed a thick fistful of her silky black hair, and yanked her head back up onto her knees.
"Ahh~!"
A sharp, painful cry left her lips. Tears of pain pricked at the corners of her eyes.
He stared straight into her eyes, voice cold and absolute.
"You'll get your chance. Now tell me your answer."
Even through the crushing fear, Xu Lan's eyes quickly lit up with excited, greedy light.
"Yes! Yes! I accept being your wife!" she yelled, heavy breasts bouncing with the force of her voice.
Bai Lund rolled his eyes and shoved her hard backward onto the bed. Her massive breasts bounced and jiggled wildly from the impact, soft creamy flesh plapping heavily against each other with lewd, meaty sounds.
"Agh~"
She turned to look at him, pure fear flashing across her tear-stained face. She couldn't understand what she had done wrong this time.
Bai Lund's voice came out cold and heavy, dripping with contempt.
"But… but you said you'd take care of me…
from money to cultivation resources…"
"Yeah. And where is it written that a man can only take care of his wife?"
Her heart pounded so violently against her ribs she thought it might burst. Before, she had only been a little afraid of him as the worst he could do was pin her down and rape her. But now that she knew he was a true cultivator, her fear skyrocketed into pure terror. She knew cultivators were mostly selfish, ruthless existences who would not hesitate to kill a commoner if it was even slightly convenient.
"No woman will ever be worthy of becoming my wife."
"I am asking you to become my slave."
"If I tell you to shake that fat ass of yours, you will shake it until I tell you to stop."
"If I tell you to grab those heavy tits and squeeze them, you will squeeze them until your fingers hurt."
"If I tell you to be ready every single night with your cunt freshly washed, shaved, and dripping for me, you will be ready."
"If I tell you to kneel and suck, you will drop to your knees like a proper slave and suck my cock until I flood your throat."
"Do you understand?"
Her entire frame trembled so hard her heavy breasts shook. Her soft lips quivered.
"And don't think for a second that I'm forcing you. There are countless women out there who would line up with their cunts open to be bred by me. If you don't want to accept the offer, take this fat ass of yours and get the fuck out of my house."
Yes… the offer was filthy and degrading.
But it was still better than being crushed every night under that fat, greasy and ugly bastard.
There was only one question left that truly mattered to her.
"Would… I be allowed to cultivate?" Her voice came out low, heavy, and desperate.
"I don't keep useless women around me. You will cultivate even if you cry and beg me to stop."
"But about the resources…"
Her lips froze mid-sentence.
Bai Lund turned his open palm downward, pointing straight at the mattress between her thick thighs.
Then spirit stones began to fall.
One after another, pure blue crystals poured from his hand in a continuous stream, hitting the bed with dull, suppressed thud… thud… thud… sounds that made her heart jump with every impact.
Xu Lan's breath hitched so violently it almost choked her. Her heart felt like it would explode just from watching him throw priceless spirit stones around as if they were worthless pebbles. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
Seconds passed but the stones kept falling without pause.
Her black pupils shook wildly. Her entire body trembled so hard that her vision felt blurry and unstable. The growing pile had already surpassed two hundred gleaming stones.
One spirit stone was worth roughly a thousand gold coins.
Two hundred would be two hundred thousand gold coins.
And still they kept raining down.
Two hundred? What was two hundred compared to this?
The glittering mountain of spirit stones became so large she could no longer count them with her naked eyes.
She felt like she was dreaming… and dreaming again inside her own dream.
She looked up at Bai Lund's face. He wore an expression of pure, bored indifference, as if the enormous fortune pouring from his hand meant nothing to him.
She gulped hard. Her heart pounded like a war drum against her ribs. In that single moment, her decision solidified into something harder than jade steel.
She smashed her forehead into the mattress again with a heavy thud, her massive breasts flattening and plapping lewdly against the sheets, and barked in a clear, loud voice,
"I, Xu Lan, ask you to become my Master!"
Bai Lund stopped the stream of spirit stones. With a casual, almost lazy sweep of his hand, the system swallowed the entire glittering mountain back into its spatial storage until not a single crystal remained on the bed.
"Once you become mine, you will never get the chance to leave. Think carefully. I prefer my slaves dead rather than free."
His voice sounded like it had been soaked in the coldest winter water.
She shivered so hard her teeth almost chattered. She felt her blood turn to ice in her veins. But her resolve right now was absolute.
"Yes. I accept!"
"I expect my slave to care only about me and no one else. Are you willing to leave your family and everyone behind without looking back?"
That question wasn't even necessary. She was already mentally spreading her legs for him.
"Yes!" Her voice came out louder and clearer than before.
"My orders are absolute. Even if they go against your morals, your pride, or your personal choice, you will still obey without question. Do you agree?"
"Yes!!" she screamed even louder.
Bai Lund's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Oh? So even if I ordered you to kill your own father with your own two hands… would you still say the same?"
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