The moon bathed the summit palace in a bloody glow, casting long shadows across the polished jade floors. While the world above traded words and false smiles, Xuán Long descended—into the Pleasure Sanctum, a secret chamber buried beneath the main hall, designed not for diplomacy, but for domination.
Only his most loyal were permitted to follow.
Tonight, he would brand his next consort.
The sanctum was a vast circular chamber carved from obsidian stone, lit by floating crimson fire orbs. Veins of spirit gold ran through the walls, pulsating with raw Qi, resonating with desire and power. The air was heavy with incense laced with mild aphrodisiacs—harmless to mortals, but potent enough to drive cultivators to their knees.
At the center knelt Mei Lian, the Alchemist of Scarlet Flame. Her fiery hair had been braided with thin threads of golden silk. She wore the ceremonial robe of offering, a thin translucent fabric that clung to her form like mist to fire.
Xuán Long approached slowly, each step echoing with spiritual dominance.
Her body quivered as he circled her, slow and deliberate, like a predator savoring the moment before the pounce.
"You know why you're here," he murmured, his voice as rich and deep as molten jade.
"To receive your true mark, my lord…" Mei Lian's breath hitched.
He reached out, fingers brushing along the slope of her shoulder—soft, warm, tingling with spiritual heat. She arched into his touch, her body already attuned to his presence.
Her robe slid from her shoulders at a mere gesture of his will, pooling at her knees.
She knelt now in full submission—nude, her fair skin kissed by the flickering firelight, her body sculpted like a goddess of war and lust. Her breasts rose and fell with her quickening breath, a perfect curve accented by crimson tattoos that had been inked by her own alchemical flame. Her nipples were pierced with twin golden rings—enhanced charms, linked directly to her spiritual nerves.
Xuán Long stepped behind her, fingers tracing slowly down her spine, pausing just above the swell of her hips. There, her lower back pulsed with a dim glow—a placeholder, waiting to be filled by his divine crest.
"Are you ready to be mine in soul and womb?" he asked, voice a dark whisper at her ear.
"Yes, master."
A smirk tugged at his lips.
He pressed his palm flat against her womb.
The room lit with a blinding red glyph as the Obedience Crest surged into life—spiraling like molten script across her flesh, forming a rune of absolute loyalty and desire. Her back arched violently as spiritual heat coursed through her nerves—an orgasmic surge that stole her breath.
"M-Master!" she cried out, her thighs trembling, eyes glazed.
But he wasn't done.
With a flick of his wrist, restraints of glowing spirit steel emerged from the floor, wrapping her wrists and ankles. Her body was lifted into the air, spread and suspended in full view of the sanctum.
His hands roamed her bound form—palming the full weight of her breasts, tugging her nipple rings until she whimpered, then trailing down between her thighs. She was already slick, her body burning from the crest's aftershock.
"Good girl," he said.
Then he stepped forward—and claimed her.
There was nothing gentle. Xuán Long dominated every moment, every breath. His hands gripped her hips with bruising strength, each thrust punctuated by a burst of spiritual energy. Her body danced between agony and ecstasy, pleasure too sharp to process.
Her moans became song. Her cries, worship.
This wasn't just sex. It was spiritual branding—the complete fusion of mind, body, and cultivation soul.
By the time he was finished, Mei Lian's body hung limp in her restraints, covered in a sheen of sweat and spiritual glow. The Obedience Crest pulsed on her womb, brighter now, complete.
He lowered her gently, brushing his lips across her temple.
"You belong to me now, Mei Lian. No other man will ever touch you. No other realm will ever claim you."
"Yes, my lord," she whispered. "Please… never let me go."
Later That Night
Xuán Long stood alone at the edge of his terrace, the Blood Moon reflecting in his eyes.
Behind him, the women of his harem were still recovering—bodies sprawled on silken cushions, each marked and broken in the most beautiful way. And yet, they wore nothing but expressions of bliss and worship.
The summit had just begun, and already the world trembled.
Tomorrow, he would descend into the sealed vault beneath the summit, where the imprisoned Demon Lord awaited. The creature's forbidden knowledge was the final piece Xuán Long needed to unlock his next cultivation realm: Supreme God of Lust and Flame.
And with that power…Not even the heavens could deny him.