Outside the tomb, Lan An's relentless cycling of Tri-Color Tribulation Lightning and Emperor Flame vaporized swathes of Extreme Ice. After prolonged cultivation, the icy domain was nearly eradicated.
The Extreme Ice, crafted by a Peak Tribulation Realm master like the Extreme Ice Demon Monarch, was formidable—a body-tempering tool rivaling Strange Flames. Lan An's physique soared, breaking through two minor realms from Early Fifth Transformation to Late Fifth Transformation, aligning with his Late Spirit Transformation spiritual cultivation.
"Is this the power of Late Fifth Transformation?" he mused, flexing.
His skin brimmed with vitality, muscles pulsing with terrifying energy. His body felt light, agile, yet harbored immense strength.
Satisfied, Lan An rose, ready to enter the next gate.
Suddenly, a breathtaking figure pounced like a lioness, her Mid Body Unity aura overwhelming. In an instant, she pinned Lan An to the ground.
A cool, fragrant scent filled his senses. Bewildered, he stared as Hua Qing Zhu straddled him, her actions incomprehensible.
"Lan An, I need you… desperately!" she gasped.
Her cheeks flushed, eyes shimmering with desire, breath hot and ragged. Her tongue grazed her crimson lips, her ample chest heaving enticingly—an irresistible temptress.
"She's… in heat? Overcome with lust?" Lan An jolted, recognizing the signs. He hadn't anticipated the Monarch's final trap.
Hua Qing Zhu's state was far worse than A Lian Ya's had been, magnified a hundredfold. For a cold, regal Mid Body Unity fairy to succumb to such primal urges, the Tribulation Lust Poison must be extraordinarily potent.
Still, he clung to hope. "Hold on, I'll purge the poison!" he urged, intending to try his Thunder Flame.
Though uncertain of its efficacy, it was worth attempting.
Pinned immobile, he watched as Hua Qing Zhu's silken tongue traced his face, her breath intoxicating.
"There's no time… less than half an hour… give it to me!" she pleaded, shaking her head. Without union, she'd burn to ash.
Her dantian blazed like a primed explosive.
"Young Master, there's no other way. The Tribulation Lust Poison's deadline looms. Without intimacy, she'll die," Jin Ni confirmed.
Lan An's eyes narrowed, Bai Lian Hua's angelic image flashing in his mind. He sighed, resigned.
Hua Qing Zhu, at her limit, unleashed her power, shredding their clothes to fragments.
Her flawless form was bared again, igniting Lan An's instincts. Her tongue's relentless teasing and orchid-like breath quickened his pulse.
At nearly nine meters tall, Lan An's chiseled frame—muscles taut, veins subtly pulsing, skin baby-smooth from repeated body reforging—exuded masculine allure. Below, his proud member stood defiant, brushing against her silken thighs.
His perfection was a spark to Hua Qing Zhu's inflamed desires. Already drenched from the poison, her eyes reddened, driven by raw instinct.
Parting her thighs, she pressed him down, guiding his throbbing length with her delicate hand.
"Hiss…" Lan An gasped as her jade-like fingers touched him, her noble status amplifying the thrill.
Before he could react, Hua Qing Zhu descended fiercely.
Schlick!
"Mm… bliss!" they moaned in unison.
His rigid shaft breached her sacred valley, its rosy petals clinging tightly. Hua Qing Zhu's brows furrowed briefly in pain, but her eyes gleamed with satisfaction, gazing at the man beneath her.
Pleasure overwhelmed the initial sting of her first time.
Lan An felt her tight, warm, slick embrace—an exquisite sensation that tensed his entire body.
But time was short. His gaze widened in shock at their union.
From her delicate crevice, virgin blood trickled, staining the ground. He'd felt a thin barrier yield upon entry.
"A virgin?" he stammered, mind reeling.
The Empress of the Ninth-Grade White Sand Dynasty, mother of the Little Princess… a virgin? Absurd.
Hua Qing Zhu ignored his turmoil.
Like a goddess astride him, her swan-like neck gleamed, collarbones sculpted, her voluptuous peaks—rivaling Yan Yue Qi's—adorned with sacred ruby crests. Her willow waist flowed into curvaceous hips, forming a divine silhouette.
Her perfect rear now rested on him, his shaft buried deep in her mystical garden, platinum wisps tinged with blood.
Driven by primal need, she knew union alone wasn't enough. She craved more.
"Stay still!" she commanded, tossing her platinum hair back.
Lifting her hips until only his tip remained clasped by her petals, she slammed down.
Slap!
"Hiss…" The intense friction against countless sensitive nerves drew a moan from her.
Lan An was no better, driven wild. With no retreat possible, he tried to flip her, eager to dominate.
"Stay down! I'm enjoying this…" she purred, her superior strength pinning him. She continued her imperial ride, hips rising and falling.
Lan An felt humiliated, reduced to her plaything, unable to overpower her.
Resigned, he reached up, seizing her majestic peaks, kneading them into myriad shapes.
"Mm, harder!" Hua Qing Zhu, consumed by lust, demanded more as he teased her crests.
Lan An's excitement surged. He pinched her ruby tips, leaving faint marks on her snow-white mounds.
Hua Qing Zhu reveled in it, leaning closer to ease his access.
Their eyes locked, burning with primal desire.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The rhythmic clash of flesh echoed in the silent space.
As the Tribulation Lust Poison's deadline passed, Hua Qing Zhu emerged unscathed, moaning in ecstasy.
Suddenly, a pink glow emanated from their union. A mystical, eerie cherry blossom mark bloomed on her forehead, enhancing her allure.
Lan An sensed a secret bond form, with Hua Qing Zhu tethered to him.
Grinning, he saw her still domineering atop him. "Lie down. Let me take over," he growled.
"Hmph, I'm not done…" she huffed, relishing her control.
But the cherry blossom mark flared fiercely.
"Ah!" Hua Qing Zhu shuddered, her body igniting with intensified lust. Her valley clenched, skin flushed, rationality urging obedience to Lan An.
Her perfect form flipped, yielding to him.
"She's bound by your Tribulation Lust Mark, a true Love Slave. Disobedience triggers overwhelming desire," Jin Ni explained, bemused. Even she hadn't expected the Monarch's trap to gift Lan An such a prize.
Lan An started, then grinned wickedly. Pressing against Hua Qing Zhu's pliant body, he hoisted her flawless legs over his shoulders, aiming his shaft at her drenched crevice.
Schlick!
A slick sound rang out as her warm, tight depths enveloped him, a vortex of flesh gripping him.
Unable to hold back, Lan An's hips surged, thrusting relentlessly.
"Ah… mm… so good… indescribable…" Hua Qing Zhu moaned, eyes hazy, lips parted, her cries unrestrained.
Her voice filled the space. Seeing her open mouth, Lan An playfully leaned down, capturing her lips.
"Mm!" Her first kiss widened her eyes. His tongue invaded, exploring her sweet, cool mouth.
"Sweet, fragrant… nectar pales compared to your lips," he teased via transmission, entwining their tongues.
Her valley was plundered, her mouth claimed, her peaks kneaded—Hua Qing Zhu soared to blissful heights.
Gifted in intimacy, she swayed her hips to meet his deepest thrusts, her tongue clumsily returning his fervent kiss.
They drowned in passion.
"Aaaah, ecstasy!" After an eternity, as Lan An's thrusts intensified, Hua Qing Zhu's sultry cry echoed. She climaxed, her first release shuddering through her, panting heavily, face radiant with fulfillment.
Lan An felt her core's fierce contractions, yet he remained unyielding, far from spent.
Considering her first-time fatigue, he stayed nestled in her tight embrace, collapsing to cradle her divine form.
Tenderly, he licked the sweat from her silken face, gently tidying her disheveled golden hair.
Hua Qing Zhu, like a shy maiden, burrowed into his chest. At nearly eight meters, she was slightly shorter, fitting perfectly against him, avoiding his gaze.
Sensing her embarrassment, Lan An's hand roamed to her plump rear, savoring its resilience.
She inhaled his masculine scent, eyes half-closed, basking in his caresses.
"Should I thank the Extreme Ice Demon Monarch?" Lan An teased.
"You… dare say that?" Hua Qing Zhu huffed, nipping his chest.
With his Late Fifth Transformation physique, her gentle bite felt like a tickle. He grinned, enjoying it.
"This was a bargain for you… no more after this!" she warned.
"Oh? A bargain? I was the one ravished… you're a lustful tigress!" Lan An feigned grievance, eyes misty, like a wronged bride.
"Shameless!" Hua Qing Zhu fumed, unable to retort.
Recalling her dominance, her cheeks burned. His presence still filled her.
With her Mid Body Unity mindset, she resolved, "After this, I'll avoid him. This never happened."
Their brief acquaintance lacked deep affection, and Bai Lian Hua loomed as a barrier.
Lan An read her thoughts, chuckling, "You're not Bai Lian Hua's biological mother. What's to fear?"
Hua Qing Zhu bristled. "Who's not her mother? I carried Little Hua for nine months!"
Lan An's expression twisted. His hand wandered to her sensitive valley, teasing her platinum wisps. "Then why were you…?"
"Little Hua was born by cesarean!" she snapped, biting her lip.
Realization dawned. As a Mid Body Unity expert, her scars would vanish, explaining her preserved purity.
"Your relationship with the White Sand Emperor seems complex…" Lan An muttered, uneasy. His woman bore another's title, even if there were hidden truths.
Sensing his jealousy, Hua Qing Zhu laughed, "You've cuckolded him and still feel jealous? Aren't you afraid he'd die of rage?"
"Fair point," Lan An nodded, stroking his chin.
"Fair, my foot! Let me go!" Hua Qing Zhu tried to rise, her desires now manageable.
But Lan An wouldn't let her escape. She'd used him and planned to walk away—he wasn't finished.
"Lower yourself, raise your hips!" he grinned wickedly.
"Outrageous!"
The cherry blossom mark flared, forcing her voluptuous form to kneel, presenting her round rear to him.
Mortified, Hua Qing Zhu complied against her will.
Smack!
A shameful sound echoed, her hips rippling. Lan An marveled at the elasticity under his hand.
"Shameless!" she cursed, outraged he'd spank her.
"Haha!" Lan An laughed, gripping her hips. His shaft charged again, plunging into her lush valley.
"Mm!"
Moans resumed, their bodies lost in pleasure once more.