Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world - Chapter 53: New Master? [3]

Shen An travels to the Douluo Continent with the Fame System. As long as his fame spreads, he can draw various magical characters and items. The first magical character he draws is... Tom the Cat![Tom, let's go!]Shen An shook his head and said, “Sword Uncle, your sword is not fast enough nor ruthless enough, but don’t worry, my cat has figured out something better!”After a sword battle...Chen Xin stared at Tom the Cat holding a longsword, lost in self-doubt: “I’ve practiced swordsmanship for decades; how am I having such a back-and-forth fight with a cat?”Dugu Bo, who is renowned for his poisonous abilities across the continent, was dumbfounded as he watched the poison he had painstakingly researched being casually neutralized by Tom pulling a few weeds.Tang San couldn’t believe his eyes as all his hidden weapons missed, saying in disbelief, “How could my Tang Sect’s hidden weapon techniques be dodged by a cat?”Finally, Shen An looked at Tang Hao: “The most powerful weapon spirit on the continent, the Clear Sky Hammer?”“How do you plan to deal with my Tom’s million-ton hammer, sir?”Xian Renxue: “I declare that Tom the Cat will become the Sacred Beast of our Spirit Hall. From now on, the Spirit Hall’s uniforms and tokens will all feature Tom's portrait.”Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong: “Such a cute little cat, I want to pet it!”

The Immortal Path led to Longevity and Sovereign was heading in ease. When the Longevity was no longer in ease, all living beings were just prisoners. Conspiracy, internal strife, and the invasion of the others, all of it emerged together. 

In such a world, there was such a young man. He made his way upstream, stepping on blood, defying the emperor, destroying the various kings, and slaughtering his way through the hundred clans to form an Immortal Path towards the throne of Sovereign! The Immortal Path was endless, while the Sovereign was limited. He used his blood to forge his immortal legend.

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[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.