Within the serene, frost-warded confines of his private meditation chamber in Crimson Zenith City, Zhang Tian sat cross-legged upon a cushion of woven spirit-silk. Beside him, Ah Yin knelt with profound grace, her crimson hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of liquid rubies. They were engaged in a deep, harmonious fusion of their plant-based origins, their spiritual senses effortlessly sweeping across the vast expanse of the Douluo Continent.
Suddenly, a violent, jagged sensation ripped through the tranquil ocean of their shared consciousness.
Zhang Tian's icy blue eyes snapped open, a sharp frown creasing his aristocratic features. Beside him, Ah Yin gasped softly, her hands flying to her chest as she experienced the phantom echo of a thousand microscopic deaths.
"My Lord," Ah Yin breathed, her voice trembling with sudden alarm. "The network in the Star Luo Empire. It is being systematically, ruthlessly severed."
Zhang Tian closed his eyes once more, focusing his formidable mental prowess entirely upon the Star Luo Empire's territories. Through the fractured, dying memories of his countless botanical subjects scattered throughout the Star Luo Empire, he bore witness to a chilling spectacle.
He saw Tang San.
The youth was moving with terrifying, phantom-like speed through the dense forests and bustling trade routes of the Star Luo Empire. Tang San was not merely pulling up weeds; he was enacting a meticulous, calculated genocide against the Blood Silver Grass clan.
Through the final, fading visual input of a blade of grass before it was pulverized, Zhang Tian observed the terrifying evolution of Tang San's primary martial spirit. The familiar, unassuming purple vines had transformed. They were now a sickly, pale violet laced with pulsing, pitch-black veins, radiating an aura of profound, suffocating decay.
"His Purple Spirit Grass..." Zhang Tian murmured, his tone solemn and analytical. "It has fundamentally altered its origin. It is no longer a mere poisonous variant of the Blue Silver Grass. It has become a Deathly Spirit Grass."
Ah Yin leaned closer, her beautiful face pale as she analyzed the spiritual feedback. "The aura it emits is thick with the pure Death Attribute. How did he achieve such a drastic, structural evolution? The poison attribute has entirely cannibalized itself, converting into pure necrotic energy."
"It must be the harvest of his Eighth Spirit Ring," Zhang Tian deduced, his brilliant mind rapidly piecing the puzzle together. He remained completely unaware of the Asura God's direct intervention or the specific machinations within the Slaughter City, logically attributing the mutation to the natural world. "He must have hunted a remarkably powerful, high-tier spirit beast overflowing with the Death Attribute. The sheer density of that beast's deathly origin forcefully overwrote his plant spirit, evolving it into something entirely different."
The situation was far worse than a mere loss of surveillance. Through the eyes of his dying subjects, Zhang Tian watched as the destroyed crimson blades withered into grey ash. The ambient death energy released by the slaughter of the sentient grass did not simply dissipate into the atmosphere. Instead, the pale violet vines of Tang San's Deathly Spirit Grass eagerly lunged forward, acting like parasitic straws to absorb the lingering necrotic residue.
"He is feeding on them," Ah Yin realized, a shudder of revulsion wracking her voluptuous frame.
"Precisely," Zhang Tian confirmed, his expression hardening. "Tang San is utilizing this new Death Attribute to detect the subtle, sentient fluctuations of our Blood Silver Grass that is hiding itself under the guise of ordinary Blue Silver Grass. And moreover... he is actively absorbing the death energy released after slaughtering our subjects across the Star Luo Empire. He is traveling to various locations, systematically purging our network. This absorption is not just strengthening the foundational origin of the death attribute within his Deathly Spirit Grass; it is directly, tangibly helping his spirit power grow stronger."
Zhang Tian's face remained solemn, his strategic mind weighing the shifting balance of power. Tang San's current strength was indeed not weak. Although the youth did not possess more hundred-thousand-year spirit rings than before, the way both of his martial spirits had organically grown stronger was alarming. Even his historically weak plant spirit had evolved into a lethal, energy-draining weapon, while his Clear Sky Hammer was already a top-tier instrument of destruction boasting two hundred-thousand-year spirit rings.
"We cannot allow him to continue harvesting our clan to fuel his own ascension," Ah Yin declared, her crimson eyes flashing with maternal protectiveness for her extended botanical lineage.
"Agreed," Zhang Tian nodded. "We shall enact the preservation protocol. We will save the remaining clan members in the Star Luo Empire and deny him his deathly feast."
Both of them joined forces, pressing their palms together. Their combined, god-tier Life Energy surged through the continental root systems. Ah Yin flawlessly guided the intricate process, helping Zhang Tian transmit a complex, overriding command to every single surviving blade of Blood Silver Grass within the hostile southern borders.
Deep within the Star Luo Empire, the hiding grass received the imperial mandate. Instantly, the millions of sentient plants initiated a desperate survival mechanism. They focused their entire, rudimentary consciousness, drawing their spiritual essence inward, compressing their sentience into a single, microscopic new seed forged at the very base of their roots.
Their old, physical bodies remained above ground, swaying in the wind, but they were now utterly devoid of consciousness. They became mere instinctual, non-sentient husks of ordinary flora. Because the sentience had fled, these husks would no longer give off any sentient fluctuations characteristic of a spirit beast, nor would they manifest a spirit ring upon destruction.
Simultaneously, beneath the soil, the massive, subterranean vines belonging directly to Ah Yin and Zhang Tian moved with blinding speed. They wrapped securely around these newly formed, consciousness-bearing seeds and dragged them deep into the earth. The massive root network transported the seeds hundreds of miles away, pulling them safely beyond the continent's edge and plunging them deep into the dark, crushing depths of the ocean bed.
There, Zhang Tian infused the aquatic nursery with a steady stream of his Life Spirit Power to sustain them. He meticulously commanded the aquatic Blood Silver Grass to set up localized illusions, masking the seeds as unremarkable, mundane sea-kelp. The illusions ensured they radiated absolutely no spiritual energy, guaranteeing they would not be targeted by any roaming Sea Spirit Beast or deep-sea human explorer.
Back on the surface, the fact that the supposedly harmless Blue Silver Grass blanketing the entire Star Luo Empire had actually belonged to the enemy had shaken the empire to its very core. The revelation had struck the Imperial Family, the Clear Sky Sect, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and the Strength Clan with a profound, terrifying paranoia.
They had immediately mobilized their armies and sect disciples to conduct a frantic, empire-wide purge. They had begun to mercilessly clear out all the Blue Silver Grass in their vicinity, burning fields and salting the earth.
Initially, as the purge began, the Star Luo forces were bewildered when many ten-year-old white spirit rings, and even a few hundred-year-old yellow spirit rings, emerged from the ashes of the destroyed weeds. It confirmed their worst fears: the grass was watching them.
But soon, as Tang San and the various sects destroyed more and more patches across the empire, a strange phenomenon occurred. They swung their weapons and unleashed their flames, but they realized that no spirit rings were being released anymore. The grass burned like ordinary, mundane vegetation.
"They are empty," Tang San muttered, crushing a handful of ash in his palm as he stood in a scorched clearing. His Deathly Spirit Grass whipped around him, starved of the necrotic energy it had previously feasted upon. "The sentience is gone. They are no longer spirit beasts."
But still, the paranoia ran too deep. The Imperial Family, the Clear Sky Sect, and the allied forces remained intensely cautious. They commanded their soldiers to uproot and incinerate all the Blue Silver Grass they could find, whether it gave off a spirit ring or not. They didn't care about the ecological damage; they only cared about blinding the monstrous Lord of the North.
Meanwhile, safely removed from the frantic burning of the south, Zhang Tian had taken precise, surgical action to protect his most delicate illusion.
He utilized his supreme power over botanical life to organically alter the specific patches of Blue Silver Grass residing within the sprawling Zhu Family residence. He changed their fundamental structure, transforming them into other types of ornamental plants—lush creeping ivies and decorative flowering shrubs. These newly formed plants maintained the complex, illusionary formation within the Dukedom, flawlessly projecting the phantom of Duchess Zhu Wanyue. The seamless transition ensured that Duke Zhu Zhenhong remained blissfully, pathetically unaware that his beautiful wife was no longer residing in the manor.
In reality, Zhu Wanyue was currently thriving within the luxurious, fortified walls of Zhang Tian's mansion in Crimson Zenith City.
Her existence in the north was divided into two distinct, carefully managed roles.
Her first role was to act as the gentle, doting, and fiercely protective mother-in-law in front of the others who did not know the scandalous truth of her arrival. When taking afternoon tea in the sunlit parlors with Ning Rongrong, the bubbly Jin Xi, or the majestic Qian Renxue, Zhu Wanyue was a paragon of maternal grace. She wore elegant, conservative gowns of deep blue and silver, offering polite smiles and gentle advice. Zhang Tian naturally, seamlessly played along, treating her with the utmost respect and letting her retain her aristocratic dignity in front of them, ensuring the peaceful domestic facade remained unbroken.
However, privately, behind the heavy, soundproofed doors of his master chambers, or in the company of those who knew the filthy truth—her daughters Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun, the fiery Liu Erlong, the captive Xiao Wu, or the mature, deeply knowing Ah Yin—Duchess Zhu Wanyue's dignified mask shattered completely.
In these private spaces, she naturally became his utterly devoted, eager, and shameless submissive woman. She followed his every command like a desperate little maid.
For the next week, the political turmoil of the continent faded into the background as Zhang Tian certainly, greedily enjoyed her ripe, motherly body. He used her rather frequently, discovering that she really was quite intoxicatingly charming due to her taboo identity as his mother-in-law and the sheer, raw sluttiness of her voluptuous body, which was entirely too sexy for a woman of her station.
The descent into debauchery was swift and highly entertaining.
On the second evening of her stay, Zhang Tian summoned her to his private study. When the heavy doors clicked shut, Zhu Wanyue immediately dropped to her knees. She was wearing scandalous, exceedingly skimpy clothing that barely qualified as fabric—a translucent, sheer black mesh chemise that proudly showed off her pale skin as though it were nothing to his eyes. Her massive, heavy breasts spilled generously out of the plunging neckline, her stiff nipples pressing visibly against the mesh, while a tiny strip of silk barely concealed her curvy hips and plump backside.
"You called for your slut, Son-in-Law?" Zhu Wanyue murmured, her dark eyes looking up at him with a mixture of deep shame and burning, desperate lust.
"I did, Mother-in-Law," Zhang Tian smirked, leaning back in his leather chair. "My shoulders are tense from managing the city's logistics. You know how to relieve my stress."
Zhu Wanyue eagerly crawled forward on her hands and knees. She stood up beside his chair and pressed her body against him. She actively, shamelessly used her massive, incredibly soft breasts to massage his broad shoulders. She leaned her weight forward, rubbing the heavy, plush mounds of her cleavage firmly against the muscles of his neck and back, lathering his skin with fragrant massage oil she had brought with her.
"Is this pleasing to you, Son-in-Law?" she panted softly, her own arousal spiking as her sensitive nipples dragged across his clothed shoulders.
"Exceedingly," Zhang Tian praised her, his hands reaching back to grab her thick, curvy thighs, pulling her closer.
He didn't limit his enjoyment to the study. The next afternoon, he ordered her to the secluded, high-walled private gardens of the estate. The sun was shining brightly, casting vibrant shadows across the meticulously manicured lawns.
"Mother-in-Law, you possess a body that really demands to be displayed," Zhang Tian told her smoothly, standing near a sprawling willow tree.
He activated his Blood Silver God spirit. Sleek, crimson and silver vines erupted from the earth. They didn't attack her; they caressed her. The vines slithered up Zhu Wanyue's legs, wrapping tightly around her voluptuous milf body. They engaged in a sadistic, highly erotic game of bondage, entirely constricting her sexy body to make her appear irresistibly tempting. The vines bound her wrists above her head, attaching her to the sturdy trunk of the willow tree. They wrapped securely around her narrow waist, but deliberately, tightly squeezed the undersides of her massive breasts, hoisting the heavy mounds upward and presenting them like a bountiful feast. Her curvy, plush buttocks were left entirely exposed, the vines parting her thighs to grant him unfettered access to her dripping wet entrance.
"Ahhh! Son-in-Law... the vines... they are so tight!" Zhu Wanyue whimpered, her face flushing a brilliant crimson as the cool breeze brushed against her exposed, highly sensitive flesh.
"They frame your beauty perfectly, Mother-in-Law," Zhang Tian purred, stepping up behind her. He didn't bother with foreplay. He aggressively grabbed her curvy, jiggly buttocks, pulling her hips backward as he drove his massive, rock-hard dick deep into her tight pussy in one brutal thrust.
"AHHHH! Yes! Oh heavens, Son-in-Law! Fuck me!" Zhu Wanyue screamed out, shouting in loud, uninhibited moans of pleasure.
He fucked her relentlessly outdoors in his garden, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing off the high stone walls.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SQUELCH!
He greatly enjoyed her motherly body, especially her large, bouncing breasts that strained against the vine bindings, and her curvy hips that snapped back to meet his every thrust.
"You are such a dirty, wanton slut, Mother-in-Law," Zhang Tian taunted her, delivering a harsh, stinging spank to her plush backside.
SMACK!
"Letting your son-in-law pound you like a common whore in the open air."
"I am! Ahhh! I am your slut, Son-in-Law! I love your massive cock! Please, spank me harder! AHHH!" Zhu Wanyue wept tears of pure ecstasy, climaxing violently against the tree bark, her body trembling uncontrollably as she experienced orgasm after orgasm without a single hint of her former aristocratic shame.
Her degradation was a shared activity within the inner circle.
On the fourth night, Zhang Tian reclined comfortably on the massive bed in his master chamber. Zhu Wanyue was positioned securely on his lap, straddling his waist. She was entirely naked, her dark hair a wild, sexy mess around her flushed face.
She was actively using her curvy buttocks to ride his thick shaft, bouncing up and down with eager, desperate enthusiasm. "Mmmph! Ahhh! Son-in-Law, you are so deep..." she moaned, her massive breasts heaving heavily with every downward thrust.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the spectacle with keen, amused interest, were her own daughters, Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun.
"You are doing very well, Mother," Zhu Zhuqing praised her, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. She reached out, trailing a sharp fingernail lightly over her mother's sweaty, arched back. "But you need to use your hips more. Our husband likes it when you grind against him."
"Yes, Mother, show us how the Duchess serves her master," Zhu Zhuyun giggled, leaning forward to gently pinch one of Zhu Wanyue's bouncing nipples.
"Ah! Zhuyun... please... Ahhh! Yes, Son-in-Law!" Zhu Wanyue shrieked, the sheer, overwhelming taboo of being serviced and critiqued by her own daughters while riding her son-in-law's massive dick sending her into a frenzy of lust. She increased her pace, her inner walls clenching spasmodically around his length as she pushed herself toward another shattering climax.
Zhang Tian laughed darkly, his hands coming up to aggressively grope Zhu Wanyue's heavy breasts, squeezing them hard while he looked at his two younger wives. "Your mother is a remarkably fast learner, my kittens. Her pussy is incredibly tight for a woman of her age."
"We inherited her best traits, Husband," Zhu Zhuqing purred, crawling onto the bed to press her own massive cleavage against Zhang Tian's back, kissing his neck while her mother continued to ride him.
The dynamic shifted again when Ah Yin decided to participate in the domestication of the fallen Duchess.
The mature, motherly beauty of the plant empress provided a fascinating contrast to Zhu Wanyue's dark, aristocratic allure. One evening, Zhang Tian sat in a plush armchair in the corner of his study. Zhu Wanyue was on her knees before him, dressed in a scandalous, translucent maid's apron that barely covered her nipples. She was eagerly, wetly using her mouth to satiate his dick, bobbing her head rhythmically while her hands cupped his balls.
Ah Yin stood beside the chair, wearing an elegant, flowing crimson gown. She looked down at the Duchess with a deeply knowing, maternal smile that carried a distinct, sadistic edge.
"You must relax your throat, Wanyue," Ah Yin instructed smoothly, her voice a melodious chime. She reached down, her slender fingers tangling in Zhu Wanyue's dark hair, gently but firmly guiding the Duchess's head deeper onto Zhang Tian's shaft. "The Emperor requires total devotion. Do not let your teeth scrape him."
"Mmmph! Ghlk..." Zhu Wanyue gagged softly, her eyes watering, but she obediently opened her throat wider, taking him deeper just as the plant empress commanded.
"Good," Ah Yin praised her, her thumb gently stroking Zhu Wanyue's flushed cheek. Ah Yin looked up at Zhang Tian, her crimson eyes filled with deep affection. "She is highly responsive to instruction, My Lord. A very pliable pet."
"She aims to please, Yin," Zhang Tian replied, his hands resting on the armrests as he enjoyed the wet, sloppy sounds of Zhu Wanyue's mouth working on him. He looked down at the Duchess, his tone turning demanding. "Look up at me, Mother-in-Law."
Zhu Wanyue paused her bobbing, her lips slick with saliva, and looked up at him with wide, utterly devoted eyes.
"Tell me who you belong to," Zhang Tian commanded.
"I belong entirely to you, Son-in-Law," Zhu Wanyue whispered breathlessly, her large breasts heaving against her knees. "I am your obedient maid. Your willing slut. My body exists only to grant you pleasure."
"Excellent," Zhang Tian smirked, grabbing the back of her head and forcefully thrusting his hips forward, fucking her mouth relentlessly until she was gagging and sputtering, entirely lost in the degrading, intoxicating pleasure of her new reality.
For the entirety of the week, Zhang Tian kept her in a state of perpetual, exhausting bliss. Whether she was dancing for him in the center of the room in scandalous, barely-there silks, or eagerly spreading her sexy thick thighs on the carpets of the drawing room, Zhu Wanyue proved to be an endless fountain of entertainment and raw, maternal lust.
A few days later, the indulgent, secluded peace of the mansion was formally interrupted.
The heavy, spirit-warded gates of Crimson Zenith City parted, allowing a sleek, unmarked carriage to glide smoothly into the central courtyard. The carriage bore the subtle, hidden sigils of the Supreme Pontiff.
Zhang Tian stood on the grand steps of his manor, flanked by Ning Rongrong and Qian Renxue, waiting to receive his most powerful ally.
The carriage door opened, and Bibi Dong stepped out. She wore a majestic, high-collared gown of deep purple and gold, her mature, devastatingly beautiful face projecting the cold, untouchable authority of the ruler of the Spirit Hall. However, as her pink eyes locked onto Zhang Tian, a distinct, incredibly soft warmth flickered in her gaze—a look of deep, submissive longing that only he was permitted to see.
She had spent the past weeks traversing the continent, conducting exhausting, high-level military meetings with the elders of the Spirit Hall, solidifying troop deployments, securing supply lines, and formally accepting the shocking, unprecedented alliance proposal dispatched by Ning Fengzhi and the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect. She had successfully navigated the treacherous political waters, preparing her empire for the impending clash against the Star Luo forces.
"Welcome back, Supreme Pontiff," Zhang Tian greeted her smoothly, stepping down the stairs to offer his hand.
"It is good to return, Lord Marquis," Bibi Dong replied softly, taking his hand.
But she had not returned alone.
Stepping out of the carriage immediately behind the Supreme Pontiff was a young woman whose very presence seemed to warp the ambient light with a natural, breathtaking allure.
It was Hu Liena, the highly prized, charming disciple of the Supreme Pontiff.
She possessed a lithe, incredibly curvaceous dancer's body that was poured into a sleek, form-fitting combat suit of pale pink and white leather. Her short, stylish orange hair framed a face of devastating, undeniable beauty. But it was her eyes that truly captured attention—they were a mesmerizing shade of amber, radiating a profound, innate charm attribute that could effortlessly bewitch the minds of ordinary men. She was the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, a genius in her own right.
Hu Liena stepped forward, her amber eyes wide as she took in the staggering, futuristic architecture of Crimson Zenith City, and then locked onto the handsome, imposing figure of Zhang Tian standing beside her revered teacher. She had heard the rumors of the northern Marquis, the monster who broke the Golden Generation, but seeing his aristocratic features and his terrifyingly deep aura in person sent a strange, thrilling shiver down her spine.
"Teacher," Hu Liena spoke, her voice a sultry, naturally seductive melody. She offered a deep, respectful bow to Zhang Tian, her cleavage dipping perfectly into view. "I greet the Lord of Crimson Zenith City. It is an honor to meet you."
Zhang Tian's icy blue eyes swept over Hu Liena's lithe, voluptuous figure, taking in the sway of her hips and the undeniable, raw sexual magnetism she projected. A dark, highly predatory smile spread across his face.
He remembered Bibi Dong's promise. He had explicitly mentioned that he wanted to enjoy her charming disciple's body. And now, the prize had been delivered directly to his doorstep.
"The honor is mine, Holy Maiden," Zhang Tian replied, his voice a smooth, captivating drawl. He stepped closer, his gaze lingering deliberately on her lips. "I am certain your stay in my city will be exceedingly... educational."
Bibi Dong watched the exchange, a knowing, profoundly eager smile touching her own lips. She was fully prepared to offer her beloved disciple up to satiate her husband's endless appetites, eager to bind Hu Liena's fate to the man who ruled her body and soul.
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