[Host now inhabits the Infinite Limitless Body]
[Host's Soul has been Integrated with the Dao Seed of Yin and Yang]
[Your Cum's DNA has been changed to God's Healing Cum]
[Infinite Yin-Yang Cauldron has been Hidden and Locked away in your Spiritual Navel]
A series of soft, crystalline chimes fully dragged him out of the last traces of unconsciousness.
Bai Lund rubbed his temple, going through every newly settled memory. Then his gaze returned to the list of rewards. A slow, dark smile curved his lips.
"System… give me a Spirit Stone."
Instantly, a blue-coloured spirit stone materialized in his open palm.
He curled his fingers around it, feeling the hard yet silky-smooth texture. Roughly the size of a middle finger and shaped like a kite, it glowed faintly under the moonlight. He held it up against the silver moon hanging in the sky and squinted. The stone itself was clear, transparent crystal. The rich blue colour came entirely from the dense, swirling wisps of pure spiritual energy trapped inside, coiling like living smoke.
"So this one stone is valued at more than a thousand gold coins…" His voice was soft at first, then dropped into something cold and sharp. "More than those worthless two hundred gold coins that bought my fiancée's virginity."
He had overheard his mother speaking about spirit stones more than once when she discussed the wider cultivation world.
"Hm~ Hm~ Hmmm~ Hm~!"
A gentle, almost childish humming suddenly cut through the night and yanked him out of his thoughts.
His eyes snapped open. He looked left and right, clutching the spirit stone so tightly the edges bit into his palm. He shot to his feet and back-stepped—only to be blocked by the rough bark of the tree.
"Little one, little one, where are you~
Why don't you look back? Your death is seeking you~!"
A melodic, feminine voice—sweet enough to rot teeth—sang the cute, creepy rhyme into the cold night air. The sound was soft, playful, and utterly wrong for a forbidden hill at midnight.
Bai Lund instantly turned over his shoulder and peeked out from behind the tree trunk. One eye gleamed under the moonlight.
What he saw made his breath lock solid in his throat and his pupils shrink.
A woman in a pure white cultivation robe embroidered with delicate blue leaves along the borders was hovering just above the ground, slowly drifting toward him like a ghost. Her skin was pale and luminous, the exact shade of moonlight itself. The front of her robe was parted just enough to reveal the full, deep, shadowed valley of her cleavage; only the very tips of her nipples remained tucked inside the fabric. The thin silk clung to her like a second skin, outlining every heavy, mature curve of her massive breasts—the way they sat full and heavy, the soft undersides, the deep line between them. It hugged the toned yet soft plane of her stomach so tightly that the shallow hollow of her navel was clearly visible. From mid-thigh downward the robe was split open, so that as she floated the cloth fluttered and billowed with every tiny movement, giving long, teasing flashes of full, thick, creamy thighs and long, slender legs that looked strong enough to crush a man's waist.
Her face was a classic, elegant oval—thin lips painted the faintest pink, a small proud nose, and dark, glittering eyes that held open amusement. Long silver hair cascaded down her back in a thick, shining waterfall, ending exactly at the dramatic curve of her massive, protruding ass. Her pelvis was wide and fertile, the kind of hips built to bear child after child, the kind that made a man's cock ache just looking at them.
Bai Lund's mouth watered. His cock throbbed so hard inside his pants it almost hurt. The sight of this ethereal, silver-haired milf floating toward him in the moonlight was pure visual sin. Yet his body did the opposite of what his cock screamed for.
He spun his face away, heart slamming against his ribs like a war drum. He stood, took two careful, almost silent steps—
"Oh no, dear… you can't run away~!"
A loud, playful shriek rang out behind him, sweet and delighted.
He shot forward at full speed, no longer caring about silence, teeth clenched, only to slam face-first into something impossibly soft and warm. His forehead buried itself between two enormous, heavy, bouncy mounds of flesh that smelled faintly of cold night air and something floral. He jerked his head up—eyes widening to their absolute limit—and fell backward in pure terror.
THUD—!
He landed hard on his ass. His body trembled as he scrambled backward on his palms and heels, dirt and grass sticking to his skin.
The same woman now stood directly in front of him, no longer hovering. The moonlight painted every curve of her body in silver.
Bai Lund cursed inside his mind, terror and unwanted lust twisting together.
Shit! I should have run the moment I woke up. There's a reason this hill is forbidden at night.
Even the previous owner of this body had died suddenly. The hints had been clear all along. Had the original Bai Lund really died of a heart attack after watching his mother and girlfriend get fucked? Impossible. He can survive seeing his mother sandwiched between his two best friends, her massive tits swinging while she kissed them wet and filthy, their soft, cum-slick cocks rubbing against her dripping, used folds. He would have died then if shock alone was enough.
It had to be this woman. She was the one who had killed the original body last night.
He kept scrambling backward, mind racing for any way to survive, cock still traitorously hard.
BAMMMM~!
"AHH—!"
Bai Lund couldn't help arching his neck and howling as the woman suddenly dropped straight onto his lap like a queen claiming her seat. Her big, wide, fat ass—soft, heavy, and burning hot even through the thin robe—slammed down directly against his still-hardened cock.
Yes. He was hard. Painfully, shamefully hard. The woman was scorching, otherworldly hot. He couldn't help it.
She settled her soft, enormous, jiggling ass firmly against his thighs, the thick, throbbing length of his cock trapped along the warm, plush cleft of her cheeks. Only the thin, silky fabric of her robe separated them. He could feel the heat of her skin, the slight give of her soft flesh, the way her ass cheeks molded around his shaft as she shifted her weight.
The pressure was exquisite and terrifying at the same time. Every tiny movement made her heavy ass rub along his cock, sending sparks of unwanted pleasure up his spine.
She gave him no time to think. One hand shot up, grabbed a fistful of his collar, and yanked him forward until their faces were only inches apart. Her silver hair fell around them like a curtain, shutting out the rest of the world. Her expression was amused, curious, and slightly tilted. His was pure, wide-eyed terror mixed with helpless lust.
He had just obtained the system. He refused to die so quickly. He wanted to live. He wanted to dominate every pussy of this era with the Sex Investment System. This was supposed to be his time to shine—not end as another corpse on a forbidden hill.
Her lips parted. A cold, sweet breath brushed against his mouth, making him shiver hard in the chilly night. The scent of her—clean, faintly floral, and something deeper, older—filled his nose.
"Weren't you the one… I killed last night?"
Her voice was pure liquid honey, thick and sweet and dripping with playful curiosity.
"How can you still be alive?"
The soft, melodic tone made his cock twitch violently against the plush, hot weight of her ass. The movement was obvious. He knew she could feel every throb, every pulse of his trapped shaft pressing up between her soft cheeks. For some reason she didn't seem to mind at all. She only looked down at him with open, almost delighted curiosity, silver hair cascading around their faces, her massive breasts rising and falling slowly just inches from his chest, the deep cleavage right in his line of sight.
Bai Lund's heart hammered so hard he thought it might burst. Terror and filthy, helpless arousal warred inside him while the most dangerous woman he had ever seen sat on his cock and smiled.
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