Mary Miller
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Competition and harmony, be it in sects or clans, all factions had to balance these two aspects to ensure growth and internal stability. Even the Hengye clan was no different, and often, elders were the ones tasked with guaranteeing that the junior generations remained competitive while not challenging the boundaries of harmony. But in the Liberation Temple's monastic harem, Xinzi was master, elder, father, brother, mother, husband, lover, all at the same time. Unless he found a woman skilled enough to…-
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Annoyed, Xinzi sighed. The Diabolic Shards increased his Evil Qi and were therefore not solutions. Xinzi relying on them would be akin to an addict consuming more drugs to stay balanced. The problem would keep getting worse, ultimately leading him to overdose on his own supply. If the word was to spread that the only begotten son of the Thousand-Faced God collapsed from drug overdose, the three paradises would likely celebrate for one million years. Yongye would find a way to the demented Xinzi, kill…
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Spiritual Pulses fall into four categories and four grades: Beast, Elemental, War and Mysterious for the categories. Low, mid, high, and peerless for the grades. With Beast Pulses being the most accessible of all four, most human cultivators settled for them, using their Beast Pulses to reinforce their fleshly bodies and enhance their battle prowess. Spirits on the other hand had an easier time condensing Elemental Pulses, using them to magnify their bloodline abilities and become the most dominant…
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'Strange...my legs...where are my...legs?' Xinzi's vision blurred, his sense of touch vanished, and his legs gave out, throwing him face-first into the ground. The 588 Diabolic Shards in his right hand tumbled down, scattering by his side as his muscles shook in violent spasms. At first, blood only dripped from his eyes, nose, and mouth, but right afterward, all his pores joined the chat, bleeding to no end. Xinzi broke into a coughing fit, puking jets of blood with each cough. Strangely, he couldn't…
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It was time for change, change and growth. The Bloodstone Patriarch identity wasn't just a random mask that Xinzi picked up to deal with the White Immortal Sect. Beyond that, our monk would rely on it to carry out tasks that he couldn't execute as Xinzi. But first, he had to make a few adjustments—adjustments that'd enable the Bloodstone Patriarch to become a power of its own. Standing by the Lake of Myriad Toxins, Xinzi faced the Klesha Avatar, who sat crossed-legged, hovering above the lake…
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Again, the matriarch spread her legs. Xinzi's lips curled up, and while maintaining eye contact, he lowered his meat-stick to Zi Yao's wet hole, pressing into her with one slow thrust. "Ahhh...yes...there! You hit them all in one...gooo!" The matriarch's inner walls spread to take Xinzi's cock in, squelching on the shaft even as they sucked it in. The warm, moist and gripping pussy was a delight to Xinzi's cock. But in an odd show of affection, as the matriarch's walls adjusted to fit Xinzi's girth,…
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Zi Yao had always felt lonely. Lonely for she had to grow strong enough to overthrow Hanxing, without ever arousing his suspicion. Lonely for she knew that the infernal methods she used to secure her clan's rise would never sit well with those she aimed to uplift. Lonely, for the choices and dangers she put her close kin through forced her to put distance between them—creating the mask of coldness she relied on to make things simpler for all sides. For centuries, that loneliness had been eating at…
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As Hanxing broke through, so did Zi Feng, reaching the mid-stage of Divine Transformation as well. But with her lips tied to her master's, she couldn't care for that breakthrough—instead enjoying the blend of candied tongue and flavorful saliva that she got from Xinzi's mouth. But as Zi Feng's body heated up, she pulled back, looking at Xinzi with a "you're taking advantage of me" frown. Our monk winked in response, but though he could feel that Zi Feng's body told a different story than what her eyes…
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"Humblest One, isn't it time we dispel the anti-divination net that Devils have imposed on the Great Desolation World?" In a verdant land lit up by luminous trees that soared towards a golden sky, one average-looking bald monk sat in a lustrous pond, facing a golden lotus that bloomed with sun-colored pollen, before closing on itself. "No. Too many Enlightened Monks have relied on the Mantra of Karma to cheat their destinies. For mortals, this is a self-destructive practice, because it not only alters…
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Though located in the distant Endless Sea, throughout the Four Continents, there was no place where the Hengye name wouldn’t put all experts—regardless of cultivation level—on their knees. Province Hegemon or Spirit Emperor, pledged to the Central Domain or not, it didn’t matter. Before the Night Spirits of the Hengye clan, kneeling was the first reflex. Lord Hanxing already knew that Xinzi belonged to the Hengye clan. For that reason, he did not plan to make a move on the girls until he was…
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