Mary Miller
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—???— While shameless seniors threw fits and nefarious plots ran amok, Xinzi made cultivation great again. Held in suspension, Dong Ling lay against Xinzi’s chest. Her disheveled hair swayed alongside her bouncy tits and bubble butt as her monk’s cock crammed her leaking pussy. Dripping cum and loving juice soaked the snakegirl’s cunt, thighs and the ground underneath her. But without a care for her lascivious appearance, Dong Ling reeled in bliss—her legs raised high and her tongue hanging…-
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Qingxin’s eyes darted between Hanxing and Ziyun. The former avoided eye contact while the latter outright shut her eyes—a dreary silence followed. “The devil avoids you, but you insist on hugging his thigh. Granted that the two of you have long been muddled by age, I used to think that, at the very least, you valued your lives. But now you come to my door to ask for him, out of all people. What a joke. You want to know why I only taught him those three things? Fine. The formation arts, morals and…
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Purple Wind city, capital of the Dongli state. For 6,000 years, the city stood as the economic backbone of Dongli and a touristic hub of the Yanzhou province. Drawing its name from a celestial phenomenon that occurred once every 360 years, Purple Wind city built its cultural wealth on the ancient temples, ritual festivals, and pleasure houses crowding the streets. One temple stood out. Older than Purple Wind city, that temple lacked the lavish ornaments and gilded statues typical in other monasteries,…
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—???— Back to the Dream Mountain, Xinzi held Dong Ling’s chin, peering into her lavender eyes while her pert lips stood an inch away from his. Captivated by Xinzi’s eyes, Dong Ling fell into a trance, allowing their silent exchange to prolong into a languorous standoff. For the first time since they met, Dong Ling felt that she stood infinitely close to Xinzi’s soul, that with one yank, she could strip off the masks and reveal what hid behind his dark-brown eyes. Would a pit of doom spring up…
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If Xinzi could see the current Xia Hu, would his jaw drop or his eyes pop out of their sockets? Both, most likely. Wide hips, narrow waist, full lips and a round derrière to top it all off. From a slender and fair-skinned youth of androgynous beauty, Xia Hu ascended—or fell, depending on standpoints—to a quasi bombshell. There was still some work to do. The chest was as flat as a plank board, the clothes too manly, and the extra appendage in his pants didn’t help. Nevertheless, the current Xia Hu…
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Pre-chapter note: I fully expect people to know this, but for those that don’t know, wearing a Green Hat is a Chinese saying for getting cucked. It was made popular by CN web novels. With that out of the way, enjoy! — ‘Was Qiu Meng a cuck?’ The question had barely popped up in Xinzi’s mind that it begged a prompt answer. Who was Qiu Meng? The number one expert in the history of the Celestial Hall. The man whose name inspired such awe and adoration that the eunuch part of his title led…
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By keeping Tusha’s true body in the Dream Mountain, Xinzi could not only keep her existence a secret but also use her to produce more resources for his cultivation. Still, the monk had to ensure that, whenever he needed Tusha to make a move, the nun would appear instantly. To that end, he had her place a portion of her soul in Chun Xu—effectively turning her into Tusha’s vessel. This move would enable Tusha’s vessel to cultivate Soul Force at a much faster pace, but as it bypassed the vessel’s…
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Drawn from their forced slumber by buffeting heat waves, Chun Xu and Dong Ling stirred; their eyelids trembled, and their eyes opened. Greeted by a hazy scenery, the girls shook their heads—a reflexive attempt to dispel their blurred vision. The iron scent of blood pervaded the atmosphere, adding to the gals’ confusion. A step faster than Dong Ling, Chun Xu projected her Spiritual Sense, scanning the scene while her brain recalled the events preceding her collapse. Dong Ling followed suit, and…
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With the Ice-Glazed Lichen in his left hand and Blood Origin pellet in the right, Xinzi shut his eyes—falling into a trance. Tusha waved her sleeves, summoning 18 Blood Fruits that circled Xinzi like a cluster of planets orbiting a celestial body. With his current body and cultivation base, Xinzi couldn’t consume over 18 Blood Fruits or risked injuring his blood vessels. Irresistible suction force poured out of the monk, wrapping the Blood Fruits which broke down into bloody mist before rushing into…
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The foundation of body refinement, blood cultivation enjoyed little popularity in the Eastern Continent where qi cultivation reigned supreme. One reason explained this phenomenon: stigma. While the Eastern Continent didn’t lack in resources and cultivation methods to refine Blood Energy, most of them stemmed from heretical sources—carrying a plethora of stigmas that orthodox cultivators didn’t want to shoulder. Blood Fruits, for example, were some of the least criticized of those resources, but…
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