Today was the Qiao Yue Festival—the Lingxiao Empire's annual celebration honoring the Moon Fairy, Yuechan. It was also the day when young lovers met to pour out their hearts.
Legend has it that centuries ago, there lived a female immortal cultivator of unparalleled beauty—more stunning than any heavenly fairy descended to earth. Powerful yet compassionate, she left behind tales of slaying demonic beasts and redeeming the wicked. Because her techniques shimmered like moonlight when unleashed, the common folk she saved enshrined her as the Moon Fairy Yuechan. Though the official faith was later suppressed, the tradition of worshiping her endured, evolving into a beloved national holiday enjoyed by men and women, young and old.
It was also said that during her wanderings, Yuechan encountered the young Emperor Haowu—the founding ancestor. Smitten by her beauty, he pursued her in a passionate, tangled romance, eventually adding her to his harem. After establishing the Lingxiao Empire, he ennobled her as Imperial Consort, and she left behind an immortal bloodline that persists to this day. Later generations embellished the tale into countless operas—mostly tragic romances of talented scholars and beautiful maidens.
The most famous was something like "Eternal Lunar Love," a hundred-chapter novel. Your mother adored it in her youth, dragging Liufei along—two little girls secretly wiping tears as they read... Giggle～
"Uh... Isn't this founding ancestor a bit too much of a stud? Every time Lian-mama tells a fairy story, the fairy ends up seduced by him..."
On the bed, a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old shota lay naked between a stunning cow-woman's lush, heavy tits, deadpanning at his beloved wet nurse.
"Naughty Shuo'er—you mustn't badmouth the founding ancestor outside～"
The purple-haired cow in her sexy, translucent pink nightgown smiled gently, lightly tapping her son's head with a jade finger.
"Alright, story time's over. Lian-mama, how about one more round? Look—my cock's feeling it again. Shuo'er wants Lian-mama's help～"
The shota grinned mischievously, rolling over to pounce on his wet nurse's voluptuous, seductive body. His small hands sank deep into her exaggerated, ripe cow-tits. Only his disproportionately massive, erect cock created a lewd harmony between the shota and mature mother—male and female flesh in perfect balance. To tame such a watermelon-assed slutty vixen, how could he do without a huge cock?
"Hnnng eee～ Baby, settle down... This slave just sucked you off once—my mouth's tired... We have to rise early tomorrow for training with Master Qianqin～"
Wu Ji Lian pretended to refuse, but her slender fingers still wrapped around her precious son's massive shaft, gently stroking to please him.
"No problem—this time we'll use here. It'll feel good quick～"
The shota grinned wickedly, parting his wet nurse's thick, plump pink pussy lips. Brushing aside her half-willing hand, he thrust his magnificent length into her slick honey-hole!
"Eee ohh! Naughty Shuo'er～ If you keep misbehaving, this slave will sleep separately～"
The cow-woman moaned in near-death ecstasy, only spurring the shota on. He hugged her watermelon-ripe fat ass and pounded desperately!
"Hehe—Lian-mama couldn't bear it."
The shota kissed her stunning, seductive armpits while thrusting—he knew Wu Ji Lian spoiled him most. One coquettish plea, and this gorgeous mature cow would obediently submit to her little master's every command!
"Hnnng oh～ Bad boy ohhh! This slave can't take it～ Please don't hold back～ Cum quick～"
"Lian-mama! My Lian-mama!!"
*Spurt spurt!!!* The bliss of unloading in her slutty pussy was overwhelming—Ling Shuo's soul fled as he floated in ecstasy...
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"Sigh... Just a wet dream..."
Under the full moon's bright glow, a radiant, handsome, muscular black-haired youth sat up in bed, awkwardly touching his crotch.
The sticky, hot mess in his underwear attested to his overly potent seed and raging libido. Helplessness filled Ling Shuo's dark-brown eyes beneath his tousled hair.
"Gotta change."
The sticky discomfort was unbearable—though Lian-mama and Master Qianqin loved sleeping cum-filled, as a man, Ling Shuo couldn't stomach it.
"Keep quiet."
He nimbly rolled over, slipping into the inn's slippers.
This world mirrored his previous modern one in many ways—like these slippers, supposedly invented by Emperor Haowu.
"That founding ancestor was definitely a transmigrator too."
Wiping his crotch with warm water in the washroom, Ling Shuo recalled Wu Ji Lian's bedtime stories.
Slippers aside—this pervert even invented stockings and high heels. Ling Shuo wasn't sure whether to curse or thank the pantyhose-obsessed from centuries ago.
"Done."
Pulling fresh underwear from his storage ring, Ling Shuo finally felt clean.
Speaking of the ring—it had quite the origin.
Carved with a lifelike snake-headed turtle beast, it represented Xuanwu of the Four Divine Beasts—a symbol of his young sect master status.
The Azure Dragon ring was with Mother, the Vermilion Bird on Lian-mama, and the White Tiger gifted to Master Qianqin by Mother. Qianqin initially refused until Ling Ruobing smiled and called it part of the "dowry advance"—leaving the Heavenly Fox Sword Immortal blushing, unable to decline.
Beyond vast personal storage, the four rings linked to Lingjue Sect's treasury—sharing one immense space.
Filled with countless treasures, Ling Shuo preferred sneaking Lian-mama's and Master Qianqin's worn stockings and panties in (and out) when Mother wasn't looking—for emergency relief.
Of course, as the world's top cultivator, Ling Ruobing noticed everything—but pitied her son's pent-up desires, turning a blind eye.
His Dragon Yang Art—paired perfectly with his pure Dragon Yang Physique—was the mightiest technique and ultimate dual cultivation method. It built massive lust with each session, but release through women skyrocketed cultivation.
Yet after deflowering his betrothed Da Xuerou in a lust-fueled breakthrough, getting caught, and accepting Godmother Da Liufei's three-year sixth-realm challenge to marry her—he'd descended alone to train and seek opportunities.
"By that count, I'll reach Wuque City tomorrow."
Tidied up but sleepless—his cock still throbbed hotly.
He'd found a secluded inn outside town tonight—nice environment, pleasant scenery.
The old innkeeper grandma mentioned this area fell under Moon Hua Sect's protection, near the imperial capital Wuque, so safe from bandits. A lone widow, she lived peacefully, preparing for her final days.
She'd regretted he missed arriving two days earlier—for Qiao Yue Festival in Wuque, where one could behold the Moon Fairy's captivating beauty.
The "Moon Fairy" title—passed down the immortal bloodline—was now the sect mother of Moon Hua Sect, distinguished by snowy rabbit ears... So erotic.
Grandma said the Moon Fairy attended the capital's moon-worship ceremony annually post-festival. Youths from everywhere flocked to admire her grace.
But Ling Shuo heard elsewhere: this generation's Moon Fairy was married with children—yet post-birth, even more bewitchingly ripe, like a juicy, dripping peach. Her swaying walk—slim waist above two massive ass-cheeks—drove men wild. Standing in sheer gauze, her melon-tits and stocking legs made every man's cock swell painfully. Thus, even more came—not just for worship, but to memorize her slutty allure for unloading into dreams of her begging and hip-twisting.
Her husband died young, turning the stunning widow into every male's fantasy—even Emperor Yinfeng coveted her.
Politely rebuffed, her fame only grew. To lustful young men, the ceremony held new meaning... Fantasizing pounding that lonely mature rabbit-widow from behind as she knelt in worship—her gauze-clad lewd fat ass begging conquest!
"Moon Fairy, huh... Definitely a vixen rivaling Lian-mama and the others..."
With such exaggerated fame—boosted by the title and the lecherous emperor—she was undoubtedly a supreme, heaven-gifted temptress in face and figure.
"Really want to see her..."
Ling Shuo swallowed hard. Days without release, constant Dragon Yang cultivation—his cock ached unbearably.
Used to daytime Master fucks, nighttime Lian-mama sessions, occasional Mother teasing/rewards—now in the wilderness, no decent women in sight.
Forget women—this dead-of-night silence held not even a cricket chirp.
Lost in thought, Ling Shuo extended his divine sense, roaming nearby woods...
A nightly habit—mostly to peep on sleeping Qianqin.
Mother... He truly dared not. Master would blush and pout next training; Ling Ruobing might spank him publicly before all Lingjue girls.
"...Everything ready? No mistakes—we must be undetected..."
Suddenly, Ling Shuo froze—he sensed whispers.
"Not good."
Who'd lurk here at midnight?
Sensing danger, the youth dressed quickly, hesitating before drawing a 2.4-foot katana in azure sheath from his ring.
Though Da Qianqin taught Heavenly Fox swordsmanship—feminine and graceful—Ling Shuo, influenced by past-life island culture, preferred aggressive blades.
"Check it out."
Breath held, in black casual robes, he slipped out—melting into moonlit shadows.
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"...No issues... That bitch's carriage is coming."
Soon, Ling Shuo reached the source.
A group of masked black-clothed men huddled in bushes hundreds of meters from the inn. In tonight's unnatural quiet, he might've missed them otherwise.
Pushing third-realm initial stage to limit, Ling Shuo held breath and crept closer—sensing something big.
"Luo... Boss! You sure that bitch is powerless now?"
A rat-faced lackey asked the leader—glared into silence, stammering after.
"Of course—Qiao Yue Festival weakens her most, plus the ceremony drains her force. I spiked her water too... Heh, top-grade aphrodisiac—turns even virgins into sluts, let alone that cock-teasing whore! Soon this mother-rabbit will taste my big dick."
The confident leader eased doubts; lewd laughter followed.
"Heh heh—Boss, after you're done, let the brothers have a go. Fuck—always acting fairy-like when she's born to be fucked. Thinking of her massive tits and fat ass makes my cock hurt."
Rat-faced men erupted in vulgar laughs.
"Fuck your mother—this young master needs her fresh for the ancestor! Delay, and you're dead!"
"...For a quick go—jack off on her face and stockings later. Best performer gets her a full night after ancestor and I tire of her... Don't say I'm stingy."
The impatient leader lusted visibly.
"Heh heh—generous, young master! That bitch you recently claimed rivals this slut-rabbit—watching her fake aloofness... Boss has all the luck..."
"Hmph—once we snag this slutty rabbit fairy, after ancestor uses her and that bitch as furnaces, I'll dual-fly them daily!"
The leader basked in flattery, smirking sleazily.
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"Kidnappers after pussy—targeting the 'slut-rabbit' Moon Fairy?"
Ling Shuo tensed, thinking calmly.
This road lay between Moon Hua Sect and Wuque—post-ceremony, she'd pass tonight.
If true—she'd be weakened, drugged, powerless—a lamb to slaughter.
"Can't let them succeed!"
No way—Ling Shuo grew up on Moon Fairy tales; she had goddess aura. How could he let villains defile her?
"Eight men—strongest mid-mortal third realm, leader early-heaven second..."
Only one heaven-grade—the second realm leader. As immortal third-realm initial, a surprise attack could rescue her and escape.
"Shame I can't freely use treasury treasures... Qianqin's Frost Thousand Sword would end this instantly."
Rules from Mother: during training, unlimited herbs/pills/techniques for cultivation—no selling. Monthly gold/spirit stones, occasional treasures for spending. But offensive immortal artifacts banned—using one ended training, forcing return to Ling Peak.
Safe sect master life with daily dual cultivation was steady—but six realms in three years impossible, costing his betrothal to Da Xuerou.
Caution essential—no cheats unless desperate.
Ling Shuo regulated breath, donning a half-face white mask with intricate fox patterns—fully concealing aura, distorting features and build perception.
"Coming!"
Hooves and wheels approached. Nine hearts—including Ling Shuo's—rose to throats...
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