In the morning, the small town of Javier was bustling with activity. Horse-drawn carriages clattered down the cobblestone streets, and the smell of fresh bread wafted through the air. But amidst the hustle and bustle, two men stood out. One was smoking a pipe, while the other was wearing no clothes, save for a loincloth.They were slave hunters, and they had just made a lucrative sale. As they counted their gold coins, they discussed the latest rumors in the slave trade."Have you heard?" said the smoking man, his voice low and gravelly. "There's a massive demand for slaves. Three thousand of them, and all of them must be virgins."The other man whistled. "That's a lot of slaves. Who's buying?""Some rich young master from one of the big families. He's got a thing for beautiful slaves, and he's willing to pay top dollar for them."Just then, a horse-drawn carriage passed by, carrying a female slave. She had short, purplish hair and was locked in an iron cage. The citizens of Javier tr
Night in the city of Javier, Moona was cowering in an alley, her back pressed against the cold stone wall. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to open the seal that sealed her cultivation, but to no avail. She had been running for what felt like hours, her clothes torn to shreds, her body bruised and battered.Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching, and her heart sank. It was them. The slave hunters. She had been trying to avoid them for weeks, but they had finally caught up to her."Hey, you! Stop right there!" one of the men shouted.Moona tried to fend off their attacks, but they were too strong. One of them whipped her viciously, tearing her clothes off and leaving her exposed. She screamed in pain and ran as fast as she could, her bare feet pounding against the cobblestone streets."Come back here, you little bitch!" one of the men yelled.Moona didn't dare look back. She could hear their footsteps getting closer and closer, and she knew that she had to get away. She r
In a small village on the outskirts of Javier, Lucas and Moona walked side by side, their footsteps echoing in the stillness of the early morning. The sun had just begun to peek over the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the landscape.Lucas led Moona to a hidden cave nestled in the hills, a place he had discovered during one of his many travels. Moona hesitated for a moment before undressing shyly, revealing her smooth, toned stomach.Lucas placed his hand on Moona's belly, closing his eyes as he focused his energy. He could feel the resistance, the blockage in her Qi pathway that had been forcibly sealed by a slave trader. Moona let out a pained cry as Lucas channeled his energy, working to break through the seal."Just breathe," Lucas said through gritted teeth, his own body trembling with the effort. "It's going to be intense, but you can do this."Moona nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as she fought through the pain. Lucas could feel the seal weakening, but it was a slow and
Without warning, Lucas lunged at one of the slavers, hitting him square in the stomach with a force that sent the man flying through the air. The other slavers stared in disbelief as their companion crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath.One of the slavers lunged at Lucas with an iron chain, the links clinking menacingly as he swung it through the air. Lucas stood his ground, his eyes locked on his opponent's every move.The slaver swung the chain again, aiming for Lucas's chest. But Lucas was quicker. He dodged the attack and countered with a swift punch to the slaver's face. The slaver stumbled back, momentarily stunned.Lucas seized the opportunity and summoned his black ice technique. A wave of frost spread out from his body, freezing the ground beneath their feet. The slaver struggled to maintain his footing, his eyes widening in fear as he realized what was happening.But Lucas didn't give him a chance to recover. He lunged at the slaver, his fists coated in a layer of blac
At the Iron Blood family mansion, one of their young masters named Lobe was visibly angry. He was known for his cruel and ruthless nature, especially when it came to his slaves. As he sat in his throne-like chair, he beckoned one of his comfort women to come closer. She hesitated for a moment, but then reluctantly approached him. "Come here, my dear," Lobe said in a low, menacing voice. The woman swallowed hard and stepped closer to him. Lobe reached out and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her roughly towards him. He then began to slap her ass with increasing force, each blow causing her to cry out in pain. "Ah! Please, master, not so hard," the woman moaned. Despite her obvious discomfort, Lobe continued to assault her, his anger and lust driving him to greater and greater extremes. He slapped her ass again and again, each blow harder than the last. "Take it, you worthless slave," Lobe growled. "You exist for my pleasure and amusement." The woman whimpered and tried to pull awa
In the heart of the forest, Lucas found a quiet spot and sat cross-legged on the soft moss beneath a towering tree. The air was cool and fresh, and the scent of damp earth and pine filled his nostrils. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the sounds of the forest wash over him.The gentle rustling of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, and the soft chirping of crickets created a soothing symphony that calmed his mind and body. Lucas focused on his breath, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, letting go of any tension or stress that remained from the battle he had just won.As he continued to breathe, Lucas felt his body growing stronger, his muscles more defined, and his reflexes sharper. He could sense that his fighting technique was becoming more and more skillful, a result of the countless hours he had spent training. He could feel his energy flowing through him, like a river that had been momentarily dammed, now released to flow freely.Lucas allowed himself to slip
In the heart of the forest, Lucas and Tiger Blood were locked in a fierce battle. Tiger Blood had managed to land a blow on Lucas' cheek, drawing blood. Lucas gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes, focusing all his energy on his opponent."You're not bad, kid," Tiger Blood sneered, "But you're no match for me."Lucas smirked, showing off his high level of body lightening technique as he stood on a leaf, his black dagger glinting in the sunlight. With a swift movement, he ripped through Tiger Blood's shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain.Tiger Blood roared, growing more violent as he swung his fists wildly. Lucas dodged and weaved, narrowly avoiding each blow. Suddenly, Tiger Blood let out a mighty roar, and Lucas was caught off guard. Tiger Blood's punch almost hit Lucas' nose, but Lucas' Random Luck skill was active, and it seemed that Tiger Blood lost his balance, causing his punch to only graze the tip of Lucas' ear.Lucas took advantage of the moment and struck Tiger Blood i
At the Iron Blood family home, their second master Lobe was in front of about ten of their family masters. He was a tall and muscular man with a menacing aura. His eyes were cold and calculating, and he had a scar running down his left cheek.One of the masters, a short and stocky man with a bald head, spoke up. "Master Lobe, we have a problem. One of our family masters, Tiger Blood, has gone missing. We suspect that he was killed by someone."Lobe's face turned red with anger. "Who would dare interfere with my plans?!" He slammed his fist on the table, causing the nearby cups to rattle."We're not sure who did it, but clearly that person is also very strong""What about the process of capturing the awnaita for slavery?" Lobe asked again but for the umpteenth time he did not get an answer that pleased him.The bald master continued, "We have trouble catching women in secret now, because all the villages around here have been visited by disciples of the White Swan sect.. White Swan sec
A deafening explosion ripped through the air, shaking the earth beneath their feet. The once lush and vibrant forest was now a smoldering crater, filled with plumes of smoke that choked the sky. The Patriarch of the Iron Blood clan stood triumphantly at the center of the destruction, his eyes gleaming with a twisted pleasure."Behold, the power of the Dragon God!" he roared, his voice echoing through the desolate landscape.The nearby village was in chaos, as the terrified villagers scrambled to escape the wrath of the Iron Blood clan. A man in the crowd stood frozen, his legs unable to move as he watched the monstrous figure approach. He was a human with a half-dragon form, a rare and feared breed in this world.The Dragon God's wings sent dust flying as he landed before the man, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity."Do you believe in God?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.The man nodded, his voice trembling as he replied, "I do.""And who is your God?" the Dragon God sneer
Near the thundering waterfall, the beautiful and petite Mei lay asleep, her short hair splayed out around her like a halo. She was a True Immortal, and as such, her senses were heightened. Suddenly, she bolted awake, her eyes snapping open as she felt a powerful aura approaching.Mei sat up, her heart pounding in her chest as she scanned the area for any signs of danger. That's when she saw him - a figure descending from the sky, his wings spread wide and his aura radiating like the sun. It was Lucas."Lucas!" Mei cried out, her voice echoing through the canyon. "What are you doing here?"Lucas landed gracefully on the ground, his wings folding behind him. "Mei, I need your help," he said, his voice urgent. "I've absorbed three Dragon Blood artifacts, and I need the Dragon Hearth that's hidden behind this waterfall."Mei's eyes widened in surprise. "But Lucas, I was assigned by my master to protect that artifact. It's too dangerous to fall into the wrong hands."Lucas nodded solemnly.
The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, as the corpses of a hundred men lay strewn about the chamber. The Patriarch of the Iron Blood family stood amidst the carnage, his breathing heavy and labored. He had not anticipated the Virgin Tears artifact to be so difficult to control."Stand back!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the stone walls. His index finger twitched involuntarily, and he could feel the dark energy of the artifact coursing through his veins."What's happening to me?" he muttered, his eyes wide with fear. He had always been a man of steel, never wavering in the face of danger. But now, he felt his body slipping away from him, as if it were no longer his own.The Patriarch's fingertips began to blacken, and his eye took on the slitted pupil of a cat. He let out a roar of frustration, his neck veins bulging and his face reddening as he fought against the power of the artifact.But it was no use. The Virgin Tears continued to seep into his body, until he was
Above the mountain peak, the clouds were a brilliant white against the azure sky. Lucas could feel the power of the Dragon Blood artifact coursing through his veins, his muscles rippling and expanding as they absorbed its energy. He bit his lip against the searing pain, feeling as if his very bones were being reshaped."Agh... it hurts so much... I can't take it anymore," Lucas muttered through gritted teeth, as he fell to his knees. He could feel his skin peeling away, revealing the raw, red flesh beneath. He retched violently, blood and bile spewing from his mouth.As the transformation reached its peak, Lucas gasped as scales began to sprout from his skin, shimmering in the sunlight. They were a deep, iridescent black, and they seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. The pain was unbearable, and Lucas screamed in agony as the scales tore through his flesh.The scales quickly receded, leaving Lucas's skin smooth once more, but he could feel that his body was forever changed. He
Inside the mountain shrouded in a thick, black fog, Lucas grunted in annoyance as he navigated his way through the dead trees. The stench of decay filled the air, making it difficult to breathe. He could see corpses littering the ground, half-buried in the dirt."Great, just what I needed," Lucas muttered to himself, suspecting that this trip would be more troublesome than he had initially thought.As he drove forward, he noticed something strange about the ground. It seemed to be pulsing with a dark energy. Lucas decided to take a risk and jumped on top of a pile of dead wood, using it as a makeshift bridge.Sure enough, as he made his way further into the mountain, the strange feeling intensified. Even though Lucas was already incredibly strong, he could feel the power of the artifact that affected this mountain. It was much stronger than anything he had ever encountered before except the Dragon Hearth.Lucas jumped from tree to tree, trying to get a better view of his surroundings.
The short, neckless cultivator ventured deeper into the ominous black mist that enveloped the mountain. The trees around him were lifeless, their branches bare and twisted like gnarled fingers reaching out towards the sky. The air was thick with the scent of decay and damp earth.As he walked, the cultivator's senses were on high alert. He could hear the faintest rustle of leaves beneath his feet and the distant sound of water trickling down the mountainside. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him. He spun around just in time to see several cultivators lunging towards him with their weapons drawn.With lightning-fast reflexes, the short cultivator dodged their attacks and countered with a swift punch to the head, sending one of his assailants crashing to the ground. The others quickly retreated, but the cultivator knew they wouldn't give up so easily.He quickened his pace, his heart pounding in his chest as he scrambled up the steep incline. The higher he climbed, the heavier his le
The Ivy family was slowly recovering from the brutal attack by the Iron Blood family. Lucas walked through the makeshift infirmary, his heart heavy as he saw the injured and maimed bodies of his friends and family. He clenched his fists in anger, knowing that he couldn't defeat the patriarch of the Iron Blood family in a fair fight.As he continued to walk, he heard a soft voice calling his name. He turned to see Ivy, his wife, approaching him with a small smile on her face. She held out a rice ball to him, and he took it gratefully, savoring the taste of the simple food."I know you're worried about the Dragon Blood artifacts," Ivy said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But you can't do this alone. You need to rest and recover before you go after them."Lucas shook his head, his determination unwavering. "I don't have a choice, Ivy. If the patriarch of the Iron Blood family comes back, I won't be able to protect you and the others. I need to find the remaining artifacts befo
Lucas felt the world closing in around him as the Iron Blood patriarch's grip tightened around his throat. His vision began to blur and darken, and he could feel the life being squeezed out of him.Suddenly, a holographic display flickered to life in front of Lucas's eyes. The words "[Random Luck Activated]" flashed across the screen, and Lucas felt a surge of hope.The Iron Blood patriarch's grip loosened slightly as he let out a cry of pain. He clutched at his chest, his eyes wide with shock and fear. Lucas could see the veins bulging in the man's neck and forehead, and his skin began to blister and blacken.The Iron Blood troops around them began to panic, shouting and scrambling to get away from their leader. The patriarch stumbled backwards, his eyes locked on Lucas with a mixture of fear and hatred."Retreat!" he bellowed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Retreat now!"The troops didn't need to be told twice. They turned and fled, leaving Lucas and the patriarch alone in the m
The patriarch of the Frost Sword family, a tall and imposing man, received the news that the army of the evil Iron Blood family was nearing their border. He called his daughter Ivy, a white-haired woman with piercing blue eyes, to his side."Ivy," he said, his voice heavy with concern. "I know this is not what we had planned for your future, but I need you to stay here and protect the family while I go to the battlefield."Ivy's heart sank. She had always known that this day might come, but she had hoped that she would be able to fight alongside her father. She looked at him, her eyes filled with determination."Father," she said, her voice steady. "I want to go with you. I can fight, and I want to help protect our family."Her father shook his head. "Ivy, it's too dangerous. I can't risk losing you."Ivy's mother, who had been listening from the doorway, stepped forward. "I agree with your father, Ivy. It's too dangerous for you to go to the battlefield."Ivy's eyes flashed with ange