Slave and pursuit

"You've developed a totally new side of yourself," Clan Leader Ye Wanshu said, still lying on top of her, a grin spreading across his face.

"To think Ye Tianxing has started indulging in those activities we used to do in our early days," he reminisced, recalling how they would try to steal other's women and engage in competitive mischief. "I won last time, thanks to you," he said with a chuckle. "He never thought I'd pursue the Clan Leader's foreign wife." He laughed remembering his victories days.

"I stopped indulging in those habits after I claimed you, and as Clan Leader, I dedicated myself to restoring our clan's former glory. But seeing Tianxing revive those old ways has stirred something within me."

The woman beneath him lay silent, exhausted from Ye Wanshu's cultivation technique, her energy drained. She listened intently, but her voice was silenced by her fatigue.

He continued, "You know, I never thought the Emperor would share Her Highness, the Empress, with other men. Although it seemed not to be with just anyone, there must be a few others, besides me, who have tasted the imperial nectar." His mind wandered back to the day the Emperor set his sights on First Elder, and the sinister plot he proposed, which ultimately led to him becoming the current Clan Head of the Ye clan.

He smiled, "To think that not only did they help me achieve the Spirit Cultivation stage, but..." He got up, sat back, and poured himself a cup of wine, "He allowed me to spend a night with the Empress, in exchange for him sleeping with you."

He then put the glass of wine on her buttocks while trying to stand It on her pumped butt cheeks but he failed as wine cascade on her sacred cave.

Seeing this, he shouted, "Aabra!" A woman shrouded in black clothing, her face obscured, emerged from the shadows and knelt before him, her demeanour eerily reminiscent of an assassin

Ye Wanshu pointed towards Eva's sacred cave, "clean it," the sacred cave of Eva was filled with his curd and the wine giving an unnatural odour, the woman in black loosened her cloths, revealing a young woman, with petit body, there is a slave mark on the middle of chest.

She knelt on the ground and starts licking Eva's sacred cave while Eva was still laying on her front without moving, just as she felt the tongue of the young woman, her lower lips start pouring honey again.

The Clan Leader burst into a fit of laughter, his eyes gleaming with amusement, as he poured himself another generous glass of wine. The sound of his laughter echoed through the room, a deep, rich baritone that seemed to revel in the absurdity of the situation.

With a flourish, he raised the glass to his lips, savouring the aroma of the fine vintage before taking a sip. His eyes never left the scene before him, his gaze drinking in the details with the same relish as the wine. 

Meanwhile Ye Yang,

Ye Yang was still running while his little dragon was hanging fully erect, because of increase in his cultivation, his blood circulation was faster than usual as he was actually running without taking a break.

As Ye Yang's cultivation continued to surge, his speed increased exponentially, leaving a trail of bewildered onlookers in his wake.

"That way!" someone shouted, pointing down the street.

"The naked running psycho went that way!"

others joined in, their voices growing louder and more urgent. "Catch that shameless creature!"

the crowd chorused, their cries echoing through the streets. Before long, the city guards were alerted to the commotion, and soon a pair of burly guards took off in hot pursuit of Ye Yang, their footsteps pounding the pavement as they chased after him.

Guard 1 panted, his breath laboured as he struggled to keep up with Ye Yang's breakneck pace. "That's no simple mortal!" he exclaimed to his companion.

Guard 2 nodded in agreement; his eyes fixed intently on their quarry. "Definitely a cultivator," he concurred. "Judging by his speed, I'd say he's somewhere in the middle of the Qi Cultivation realm... maybe 4th or 5th stage."

Guard 1 glanced at his companion; his expression concerned. "Only you and I have reached the 1st and 2nd stages of Qi Cultivation, while the others are still stuck in the 7th, 8th, and 9th levels of Qi Awakening. Should we inform our superior?"

Guard 2 shook his head emphatically. "No need. Even if he's 2-4 levels above us, we can still catch him. The way he's behaving, it seems like he's suffering from Qi blockage or maybe even heart demon."

The other guards murmured among themselves, incredulous. "Heart demon at the Qi Cultivation stage? This is unheard of!" "Yeah, it must be Qi blockage." "Senior, you can catch him, he's just a mindless cultivator... and shameless too."

Their gazes lingered on Ye Yang's exposed 'hanging dragon' as they spoke, their faces a mix of fascination, disgust and jealousy.

Ye Yang's eyes widened in panic as he caught sight of the city guards closing in behind him. "Why? Why? Why?" he exclaimed, his voice laced with desperation. He was just one step away from reaching the coveted 9th level of Qi Cultivation, a goal he had been striving for with every fiber of his being. "Just one step closer," he muttered to himself, his mind racing with the cruel irony of being so near yet so far.

A wave of relief washed over Ye Yang as he realized the mask on his head had successfully concealed his identity from the pursuing guards.

However, he knew that if he was caught, it would mean certain doom.

Desperate for a quick escape, he scanned his surroundings, his mind racing with the knowledge that he couldn't use his cultivation techniques until he received the Task completion notification.

That's when he spotted a narrow, dark alleyway to his left, and without hesitation, he darted into its shadows, hoping to lose his pursuers.

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