Three days earlier – secluded mountain camp
I was half-asleep, one succubus riding my face, the other feeding me straight from the source (warm milk, sweet as sin), when my private jade buzzed.
I didn't even open my eyes.
"Speak."
Bai Wuchen's voice came through, respectful as always.
"Young Master. Aurora Luminous and Cassandra Yue just landed at the rendezvous with a full kill-team. They borrowed the Celestial Execution Bell. They're coming for you."
I released the nipple with a soft pop, licked my lips.
"Understood. When the time comes, do exactly what we discussed."
"Yes, Young Master."
Call ended.
The succubus on my chest purred, grinding lazily.
"Young Master… I'm horny again."
I flipped her over, slid home in one smooth thrust, and started slow, deep strokes.
In my head I pictured Aurora Luminous (glasses fogging up, that perfect ice-queen face finally breaking).
The day of the opening
Crimson Asura Secret Realm entrance – floating continent of broken swords
Every major faction had shown up like it was the end of the world.
- Cassandra Yue (sword saint, golden core peak) – white robes, killing intent sharp enough to cut air
- Aurora Luminous (glasses strategist) – holding the legendary Celestial Execution Bell, eyes scanning
- Seraphiel "Sera" Luminous – bow drawn, holy arrows ready
- Xuan Mo (scarred warlord), Bai Wuchen (pipe-smoking tactician), the three Abyss demon brothers – all present
- Plus a dozen other top geniuses from heaven, elf, dragon, and neutral paths
Total headcount: 147 proud sons and daughters of heaven.
The realm gate tore open with a bloody crescent moon.
Everyone rushed in.
…Still no sign of House Lust.
Ten minutes inside the first zone (blood plains littered with broken war-god statues), Aurora's bad feeling turned into a full stomach ulcer.
"He's not coming through the front door," she muttered. "He never does."
Cassandra Yue gripped her sword tighter. "Then where—?"
A lazy voice drifted down from the sky, amplified across the entire zone.
"Sorry we're late~
Traffic was hell."
Every head snapped upward.
A luxurious black-gold flying palace (House Lust crest blazing) hovered overhead like a damn flying city.
Me, Kai, Riven, Azrath, Tamamo, Seraphine, Lian Wuxin (now wearing Lust servant robes and looking mildly traumatized), and roughly 2,000 freshly bought servants descended on floating platforms.
I stood at the bow in simple black robes, hands in pockets, smiling like I owned the realm.
Which, technically, I was about to.
Aurora's knuckles went white around the Celestial Execution Bell.
I waved down at the 147 geniuses staring up in dead silence.
"Hi everyone.
Nice bell, Aurora. Shame it only works on people weaker than the caster."
Her face went pale.
I winked.
"See you inside."
The flying palace vanished into the secret realm's second layer gate (the one nobody else knew existed because only Void Whisper Pavilion sells that map).
147 geniuses stood in the blood plains.
Wind howled.
A single tumbleweed made of broken swords rolled past.
Cassandra Yue finally spoke for everyone:
"…We are so fucked."
Crimson Asura Secret Realm – Layer 1, Blood Plains
Bai Wuchen led the small elite squad (Xuan Mo, Crimson Fang, Void Maw, Nightshade) deeper into a secluded ravine.
"Treasure's just ahead," he said calmly, pipe smoke curling from his lips.
The second the last demon stepped past the final sword-statue, Bai Wuchen's kind smile vanished.
He exhaled one last puff of smoke.
Then he moved.
Xuan Mo's head was already flying before he could blink.
A single pipe-stem, now revealed as a cursed blood needle, punched through his golden-core shield, severed the spine, and exploded out the front of his throat in a red mist.
Crimson Fang roared, claws igniting with abyss flames,
only for Bai Wuchen to flick his sleeve.
Thousand blood threads shot out like spider silk, wrapped the demon's limbs, and yanked in opposite directions.
Arms, legs, wings, tail, ripped clean off in a symphony of wet tearing sounds. The torso hit the ground still screaming until Bai stomped once and turned the chest cavity into paste.
Void Maw opened his signature black-hole maw to devour everything.
Bai Wuchen simply tossed his smoking pipe inside.
The pipe detonated into a blood lotus that bloomed from the inside out. Void Maw's body inflated body burst like an overfilled balloon, painting the ravine walls purple.
Nightshade tried to shadow-escape.
Too slow.
Bai Wuchen's shadow stretched, grabbed Nightshade's ankle, and slammed him against the ground twenty times in two seconds, bones pulverized into powder.
Final stomp crushed the skull into red sludge.
Four golden-core and foundation-realm geniuses, dead in under six seconds.
Bai Wuchen wiped his hands, arranged the five corpses into a perfect pentagram, and slit his own palm.
Blood rained down, carving glowing demonic runes across the dirt.
The sacrifice circle ignited crimson.
Meanwhile – hidden pocket dimension shower palace
Steam filled the marble bathhouse.
Me, Kai, Riven, Azrath, and a dozen succubi were enjoying post-training bath time.
Waterfalls of spiritual liquid cascaded over naked bodies.
A blood-red teleportation circle suddenly flared to life in the middle of the pool.
Everyone lazily reached for weapons… then relaxed when they recognized the signature.
Kai snapped his fingers.
Bai Wuchen stepped out of the circle, disguise melting away, revealing his true crimson-skinned hell-demon form, horns polished, tail swishing.
He bowed. "Young masters. Shortcut is ready."
I yawned, water dripping down my chest. "Where's Lian?"
Azrath jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "Probably balls-deep in another 'mommy.'"
I sighed. "Call him. We're not waiting forever."
Azrath shrugged and strolled down the corridor.
He pushed open a random bedroom door.
Inside:
Lian Wuxin had a voluptuous milf succubus pinned in deep missionary, hips slamming with desperate rhythm, wet slaps echoing like war drums.
"Mommy—fuck—Mommy I love you—your pussy is the best—!"
The succubus, paid extra for roleplay, just moaned louder and played along.
Azrath stood in the doorway, arms folded, expression flat.
Kid has serious issues.
He cleared his throat.
Lian squeaked, mid-thrust, and nearly slipped out.
Azrath didn't even blink.
"Five minutes. Teleport circle. Move it."
Door closed.
Back in the bathhouse, the blood circle pulsed, ready.
I stood up, water cascading off me, grinning at my brothers.
"Time to crash the party."
One by one, we stepped into the crimson light and vanished.