Prologue

  This is a mysterious, magical continent where diverse races coexist: the Divine Race, the Demon Race, and Humans.

  Legend tells of the two daughters of the primordial creator god who shaped the heavens and earth: Wind and Moon. The elder daughter, Wind, was the benevolent Goddess of Light, while the younger, Moon, was the malevolent Goddess of Darkness. These two, as incompatible as fire and water, finally erupted into war while the creator god was in seclusion.

  Initially confined to their private conflict, the war escalated until all the gods joined this endless struggle. Thus, the evenly matched battle raged on for countless ages.Both Wind and Moon created their own races on Earth to bolster their forces, giving rise to the Three Demonic Clans and the Three Divine Tribes of later generations. These races possessed certain divine abilities, and in some aspects even surpassed the gods themselves, having strengthened one particular power at the cost of sacrificing others.

  This war, which caused the fall of the gods and the shattering of heaven and earth, was finally quelled by the wrathful curse of the Creator God. The two goddesses, the chief culprits, were subjected to the Creator God's eternal curse, imprisoned in the endless abyss beneath this continent. It is said this is the origin of the Wind-Moon Continent.

  To end the war between the Divine Race and the Demon Clan on the surface, the Creator God—his heart broken by his own daughters—exhausted his final divine power to create the Human Race. This race possessed both good and evil within them. He hoped this race, capable of containing both virtues and vices, could reconcile the purely benevolent Divine Race and the utterly malevolent Demon Clan.Thus, the Human Race became the only race capable of wielding both divine and demonic powers. Through arduous cultivation, some even attained the realm of Celestial Gods, making ascension to this divine status the ultimate goal for all cultivators across the continent.

  Thus, the Windmoon Continent was divided into three great races: the Divine Race, the Demon Race, and the　Human Race. Positioned between the two irreconcilable enemies, the Human Race effectively separated them, ushering in an era of peace for the continent.

  As the "War of the Gods" faded into legend and millennia of peace passed, the ever-growing population and emergence of new races led humanity to grow restless. Innocence faded, and a war for continental supremacy erupted—a conflict later known as the "War of the Hundred Races," engulfing the entire land with the Divine Race and the Demon Race playing pivotal roles.

  Through continuous fusion and conquest, by the war's end, eight mighty nations emerged: The Fastian Empire at the continent's heart, The Parian Empire commanding the northern grasslands,the beastkin nation of Asur, Karthos in the northwest, the Ensian Empire occupying the western highlands, the Solara Dominion commanding the vast southern marshes, forests, and mountains with the largest territory, and the mysterious eastern power, the Rhaedian Empire.Additionally, smaller principalities struggled to survive in the gaps between these powers. Their existence served as a buffer zone between the great nations, granting them a space to live—though precarious, it offered some chance of survival.

  Time slowly slipped away amidst the shifting alliances and treacherous schemes of the nations. The War of the Hundred Races faded into distant memory, and the legendary heroic deeds became tales sung by wandering minstrels. The Windmoon Continent now stood in a delicate equilibrium.

  Just when all on the continent believed this stagnation would endure forever, history suddenly surged forward with unprecedented force. The figures destined to propel this momentum and reshape the continent's fate emerged silently.

  The wheel of history had turned to a new moment, and a fresh chapter was about to be written by new heroes.

  The Sky-Rift Plains under the setting sun were shrouded in a hazy crimson glow. The dying sun, blood-red, cast a scene of tragic beauty."The Sky-Rift Sunset" was one of the Great Lake Region's most celebrated sights, drawing countless visitors each year to witness its splendor. Yet this year, the spectacle was marred. Beyond the natural crimson hue, the land was drenched in the real blood of humanity, spilled in a brutal fratricidal conflict.

  The Great Lake Region lies at the tri-border junction of the Fastian Empire, the Kingdom of Karthos, and the Vargan Dominion, functioning as a relatively independent small duchy.When the increasingly powerful Fastian Empire discovered this territory was on the verge of being annexed by the Kingdom of Karthos, they could no longer sit idly by. They swiftly dispatched a formidable army, moving with lightning speed to expel the duke—the ruler of the Great Lake Region who had intended to defect to the Kingdom of Karthos—from the land. The Fastian Empire then declared the Great Lake Region incorporated into its territory.

  Caught off guard by intelligence failures, the Kingdom of Karthos reacted fiercely upon receiving the news. While sending envoys to protest to the Fastian Empire, it also mobilized its elite troops and generals, marching toward the Great Lake Region in an attempt to reclaim the prize that had slipped from its grasp.

  A major conflict between the two great powers became inevitable. Later generations offered divergent accounts of this war that reshaped the continent's balance of power, with numerous versions circulating. For it was in this decisive battle—later dubbed the "First Battle of Sky-Rift"—that a man emerged who would alter the course of continental history.

  Historians of later generations offered mixed assessments of this man, yet they reached a startling consensus: he possessed unparalleled fortune. Without it, a man like him could never have achieved such monumental feats.

  The setting sun hung feebly over distant mountain peaks as evening breezes swept through, dispersing the thick aura of bloodshed lingering in the air. The bloody battle had ended not long ago. After a day and a half of fierce fighting, the armies of Fastia and Karthos had each withdrawn to their camps.

  This conflict, ignited a month prior, pitted two commanders renowned across the Windmoon Continent. Their names alone stirred reverence in nearly every soul on the land, for this was a war for regional supremacy. The victor would claim the Great Lake Region—a vast expanse of fertile land.

  The forces were as follows:

  The Fastian Army numbered 300,000, commanded by General Phenix, Lady Lyra Phenix, leader of the Phenix Legion. At twenty-three years old, Lady Lyra Phenix was hailed as the strongest woman on the Wind-Moon Continent. At just eighteen, she had led troops in place of her father, achieving fame across the land during the Battle of the Parian Empire Plains. Her creation, the Nine Heavens Phenix Formation, had utterly defeated the enemy forces.She subsequently achieved three consecutive victories, leaving the northern powerhouse, The Parian Empire, utterly defeated and forced to sign a humiliating treaty. Fastia's northern border has remained secure ever since.

  The Karthos army numbered 350,000, commanded by General Korth, a battle-hardened veteran past sixty. Revered as a model soldier, General Korth was a stern, meticulous old warrior who had devoted his life to military strategy, championing orthodox tactics. His tenacity in defense was unmatched within the Karthos ranks.

  Over the past month, the two sides had fought a dozen battles, large and small, yet remained locked in a stalemate. Veteran General Korth, well aware of his opponent's prowess, had set his primary goal as avoiding defeat. He fortified his defensive formations, making them impenetrable and incredibly robust. He refrained from launching proactive attacks and strictly forbade pursuing retreating enemy forces. Though this order sparked discontent among his troops, he steadfastly upheld his command.

  General Korth had meticulously studied Lady Lyra Phenix, particularly her campaign that defeated the Parian Empire—a kingdom built on cavalry prowess. He deemed that battle a true classic, gaining profound insight into the exquisite tactical artistry of the beautiful woman commanding the enemy forces.

  The Parian Empire's formidable cavalry had been lured by Lady Lyra Phenix's clever feigned retreat. As they jubilantly pursued the Fastian forces, they suddenly found themselves trapped in a meticulously designed ambush. Panicked, they were annihilated by Lady Lyra Phenix's counterattack.

  For the Fastian forces, however, facing the utterly unyielding, fully defensive Karthos army proved an utterly troublesome affair. Even the cunning General Phenix—Lady Lyra Phenix—could find no immediate solution, leaving them locked in a stalemate with Karthos. As one bored man put it, it was like arriving at a brothel only to encounter a frigid woman—ambition crushed.

  "That old man across the field is a real handful!" Lady Lyra Phenix murmured to herself upon returning to her tent. "Like a wily old turtle—impossible to pin down!" The metaphor made her chuckle softly to herself.

  Now stripped of her armor and clad in a loose, comfortable robe, she sat comfortably in her command chair, lost in thought as the fragrant mist of steaming tea rose around her. She appeared utterly serene, save for the occasional flash of intelligence in her beautiful eyes.

  For days, Lady Lyra Phenix had schemed relentlessly to lure General Korth into a trap, aiming to disrupt his plans. Yet the old general's tactics were flawless—as rigidly principled as his character itself—and his skill at patching breaches was exceptional.Just as Lady Lyra Phenix, having exhausted her ingenuity, managed to carve a small breach in the Karthos defenses and prepared to launch a major assault, the veteran General Korth had already patched it up, sending the Fastian forces back empty-handed.

  It seemed that beyond a direct assault, she truly had no effective strategy against General Korth. Yet, a war of attrition was utterly contrary to Lady Lyra Phenix's principles; she viewed it as nothing more than using soldiers' corpses to harvest the fruits of victory.Lady Lyra Phenix had always held this conviction: a skilled commander must seek maximum victory at minimum cost. Sacrifices were inevitable, but the manner of those sacrifices was paramount. A true leader minimized casualties, for therein lay the true measure of command.

  "Miss, the hot water is ready." The maid's report interrupted Lady Lyra Phenix's reverie.

  "Enough. I'll stop thinking about it. Time for a bath." Lady Lyra Phenix picked up the now-cold fragrant tea from the table and drank it in one gulp. The cleanliness-obsessed Lady Lyra Phenix took a comfortable hot bath every day whenever possible. The moment she immersed herself in the warm water, her tense mind found its greatest relaxation.

  Setting the cup on the table, Lady Lyra Phenix rose from her seat and called out, "Who is on duty in the tent?"She intended to instruct her guard to maintain strict vigilance. Though her personal guard, The Golden Phoenix Guard, was renowned across the continent—an elite unit composed entirely of highly skilled female swords women—Lady Lyra Phenix, ever cautious, felt it necessary to issue detailed instructions.

  For now, alongside her own Phenix Legion, she had a temporary detachment from The Western Host. The military composition was rather complex. Half a month ago, a brazen fool had dared to spy on her guard captain, Lyna Kynn, while she bathed. Lady Lyra Phenix, considering the need for manpower, had only punished him with eighty lashes.

  Several athletic swords women lifted the tent flap and entered, responding in unison, "What are your orders, General?"

  After issuing a few instructions, Lady Lyra Phenix suddenly realized her captain, Lyna Kynn, was missing. "Where is your captain?" she asked.

  A swords woman with an adorable round face replied, "Reporting to the General, the captain said she had urgent business and returned to her quarters first."

  Lady Lyra Phenix nodded, saying nothing more, and turned to walk toward the rear quarters.

  Though she found it slightly odd that Lyna Kynn had been acting mysterious these past few days, occasionally disappearing for short periods, Lady Lyra Phenix, who trusted Lyna Kynn implicitly, didn't dwell on it. "Perhaps it's some personal matter," she mused to herself as she proceeded directly to the bathing tent at the rear.

  Lyna Kynn, who shared a sisterly bond with Lady Lyra Phenix, hailed from a noble knightly lineage. Having grown up together since childhood, she was Lady Lyra Phenix's earliest confidante—a year younger and exquisitely lovely. Lady Lyra Phenix cherished her deeply, even imparting her signature techniques: The Blade of the Golden Phoenix and The Phoenix's Heart Cultivation.

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  Yet Lady Lyra Phenix could never have imagined that at this very moment, within a leather tent in the main camp, Lyna Kynn lay utterly naked beneath a powerful man. She moaned softly beneath him, enduring his storm-like thrusts.Her delicate, rosy face flushed crimson as she shook her head incessantly. Hot breath escaped her half-parted rosy lips, accompanied by continuous, sweet moans that only spurred the man on top of her to move even more fiercely."Ah... I can't... I..." Lyna Kynn cried out, her delicate hands flailing wildly in the air.

  The man's large hands gripped Lyna Kynn's delicate, petite breasts, kneading them forcefully as the translucent mounds shifted into different shapes beneath his palms. His thick waist twisted violently, thrusting rapidly. The long, thick, burning cock plunged in and out of Lyna Kynn's pink, delicate entrance at a furious pace, drawing out copious amounts of wetness that soaked the sheets beneath them.

  "Squeeze your pussy tighter... harder..." the man gasped.

  Lyna Kynn's long, slender legs clamped tightly around his waist, meeting his thrusts. With each penetration, she thrust her fragrant hips upward violently, allowing the glans to strike deep into her womb.Each thrust of his thick, long shaft slammed against her tender core, nearly scattering Lyna Kynn's very soul. With every penetration, it felt as if it were piercing her heart, leaving her speechless with pleasure, able only to emit continuous moans and soft gasps.

  After a quarter of an hour, Lyna Kynn's body convulsed violently. Her exquisite hips thrust upward desperately, her pussy clamping down tightly on the shaft.

  "Ah... I'm... going to... ascend to heaven..."!" Lyna Kynn's hands suddenly clutched the man's buttocks tightly. Her hips swayed wildly from side to side. Her flower core clamped down on the large glans, sucking and releasing rhythmically. The walls of her pussy spasmed in waves. Suddenly, a thick, warm stream gushed onto the tip of his cock, sending waves of pleasure through him.

  "Ah... I'm... I'm coming... again..." Lyna Kynn moaned, her slender legs sliding limply to the floor. After her climax, she collapsed weakly onto the bed, her porcelain skin glowing with the rosy flush of ecstasy. Her red, pouty lips parted, panting softly.

  The man left his cock submerged in Lyna Kynn's warm, tight little hole, savoring the enveloping warmth. His restless fingers teased the engorged, swollen nipples on her porcelain breasts.

  He leaned down to kiss her dewy, rosy cheek and asked, "How many times did you come today?"

  Lyna Kynn squirmed restlessly, her delicate nose emitting seductive moans as she replied with infinite bashfulness, "Stop it, you're teasing me again!"

  The man said triumphantly, "How about a few more times?"

  Lyna Kynn's face flushed. "I can't! I'm already weak all over from coming. Please spare me!"

  The man made his cock twitch inside her, causing Lyna Kynn to gasp in fright.

  "You're satisfied, but I'm not done yet!" the man said with a grimace.

  Lyna Kynn spat out, "Brother, you always drive me to the brink of death, fucking my pussy until it's red and swollen. I really can't take it anymore. Why don't we just talk?"

  A wicked grin spread across the man's face. "Talk about what? How you got me punished by General Phenix!" He rubbed his buttocks. "Even now, my ass still stings a bit!"

  Lyna Kynn giggled coquettishly. "Serves you right! Who told you to barge into someone's tent like a pervert?"

  "Hey, make yourself clear! I'm no pervert! I was framed, accidentally trespassing into a restricted area. I've told you this countless times already."

  Lyna Kynn pursed her rosy lips and said, "Hmph, then why did you linger there for so long without leaving?"

  "Heh, who can blame me when you're so captivating? Seeing such a breathtaking beauty teasingly posing before me—any normal man would struggle to leave!" A faint smile played at the corners of his mouth.

  Lyna Kynn couldn't help but retort indignantly, "So you're implying I was seducing you!?"

  "Isn't that exactly what I'm implying? Who was swaying before me, deliberately turning their most alluring parts toward me? Just recalling that enchanting sight... ah, I can't bear it any longer..."

  "You—" Lyna Kynn blushed fiercely, about to protest with a pout, but her rosy lips were already sealed by his.

  After struggling briefly, Lyna Kynn surrendered once more to the passionate embrace, her moans mingling with his.

  This man was none other than Captain Kaelan Drago, the centurion (Captain of one hundred soldiers)who had been flogged eighty times for spying on Lyna Kynn bathing.Born a commoner knight, he held no esteem within the military ranks. Noble knights even scornfully labeled him a thief and a rogue—a reputation earned from his upbringing in the city streets and his fondness for associating with unsavory characters despised by the nobility. His mannerisms and speech resembled those of a dissolute vagabond.

  Though he had earned his centurion rank through merit, luck had played a part, and it seemed his military career would peak here. Yet even so, this man, lacking ambition, was quite content.

  "As long as I can stay captain of a hundred horsemen, collecting the empire's pay, ruling as the big shot in Riverbend City—drinking, listening to songs, watching the girls—what could be better than these pleasures?"

  Unfortunately, his noble colleagues seemed determined to stop him from being a salary thief, draining the empire's coffers. They seized an opportunity to send him to the front lines.Strangely enough, though Kaelan Drago wasn't the bravest on the battlefield, he wasn't a coward either. He always charged into the thick of battle at the forefront. Yet, as if flying arrows and bullets didn't recognize him, they never grazed him once. Instead, they frequently found their mark among those beside him.

  After several battles, his men were battered and bruised, yet he remained unscathed. He even boasted, "Because the War God Anordel is by my side—following me is the right choice!" This infuriated several soldiers recovering in bed, who leapt up, demanding compensation for their losses.

  Half a month prior, several noble knights who had suffered losses at Kaelan Drago's hands devised a scheme to lure him into the restricted zone of the main camp—the heavily guarded rear quarters of the Central Division.Kaelan Drago, sensing trouble, had intended to leave immediately. But as he passed Lyna Kynn's inner quarters, he caught a glimpse of the beauty bathing. Mesmerized by the alluring sight, he lost himself in the moment—only to be caught red-handed by patrolling Golden Phoenix Guards. Thus, fulfilling the schemers' wishes, Kaelan Drago faced court-martial.

  Yet the brilliant Lady Lyra Phenix detected suspicious circumstances. Considering the urgent need for capable personnel, she sentenced him to merely eighty lashes. This outcome slightly disappointed those who had plotted against him, as they had hoped to witness Kaelan Drago's expulsion from the army. Within the Fastian military, deep-seated resentment had long simmered between noble knights and commoner knights.

  Traditionally, all officers above the rank of centurion in the Fastian army had to come from the imperial noble class. But since Emperor Andreas III ascended the throne, recognizing that years of war and noble corruption had severely weakened the Fastian army's combat effectiveness, he issued a decree permitting knights of commoner origin to serve as cavalry officers.

  This move directly threatened the interests of the imperial nobility. They fiercely obstructed the implementation of this decree, creating countless obstacles for the advancement of commoner knights. Unless they achieved extraordinary military merit, it was virtually impossible for a commoner knight to secure a key position within the Military Department, which remained firmly under noble control.

  Consequently, in the fifty years since the decree was issued, only a handful of commoner knights had risen to the rank of Myriarch. Yet this decree did offer an opportunity, providing commoner knights with a clear goal to strive for, spurring them to seek glory through valor. Thus, the number of commoner knights serving as junior officers in the Fastia Army steadily increased.Feeling their status increasingly threatened, the noble knights grew even more contemptuous of the commoners. Yet they also redoubled their efforts to earn military honors, striving to outshine the commoners.

  The Emperor achieved his goal: the combat effectiveness of Fastia's army surged dramatically. Yet within its ranks, he had unwittingly sown seeds of discord and stirred hidden currents of conflict—consequences he had never anticipated.

  Ever since being framed and punished, Kaelan Drago—who never took a loss lying down—not only schemed to get back at those noble knights but also vowed to claim Lyna Kynn.

  "Since I was punished because of her, I'll get my compensation from her!"

  Perhaps it was Lyna Kynn's exquisite figure that haunted his thoughts, though without her confirmation, no one could be certain.

  Having grown up in the streets, he knew how to handle women. First, he cleverly made Lyna Kynn aware that he’d been set up. Then, he found a way to express his guilt to her. From that point on, they truly got to know each other.Finally, he waited for the perfect moment. Eight days ago, his wish was granted. With the aid of drugs, Kaelan Drago took Lyna Kynn's virginity.

  Afterward, Lyna Kynn wept bitterly. Yet, faced with the reality and soothed by Kaelan Drago's sweet words and deliberate comfort, she reluctantly accepted what had happened.

  Afterward, Kaelan Drago fully employed his skills, allowing Lyna Kynn to experience the ultimate ecstasy of lovemaking. That sensation of blissful intoxication left the newly initiated Lyna Kynn utterly addicted, and she soon fell hopelessly in love with Kaelan Drago.

  For days, whenever they found a moment, the two would sneak away for secret trysts in the rear tent. Kaelan Drago, a seasoned lover, understood women's needs intimately, while Lyna Kynn was still a novice in matters of the flesh. Everything was new to her.In just a few days, Lyna Kynn, once pure as a blank sheet of paper, transformed under Kaelan Drago's influence. In bed, she now behaved like a wanton woman, even using explicit terms like "pussy" and "cum." Kaelan Drago was thoroughly pleased with Lyna Kynn's eagerness to learn.

  A wicked grin spread across the man's face as he said, "Alright then. You got my ass whipped, so now I'll let your ass taste the rod too."

  Hearing Kaelan Drago's words, Lyna Kynn gasped in fright, pouting her little face and pleading, "Brother, please hit me gently. My little sister's bottom is so delicate!"

  Kaelan Drago climbed off Lyna Kynn, pushing her slender legs up to his chest so her pale, fragrant buttocks hung in the air. Lyna Kynn wrapped her arms around her thighs, exposing her swollen flesh and the adorable little flower below, completely laid bare before Kaelan Drago's eyes.

  Kaelan Drago reached out to touch the plump, glistening folds, his voice brimming with tenderness. "So swollen and adorable!"

  Lyna Kynn trembled slightly and cried out, "Brother, it tickles! Stop touching me."

  Kaelan Drago saw the lustful juices and vaginal secretions flowing from her slit, already soaking the pink, tender anus and making it glisten. He lightly touched the tender flesh of her anus with his fingertip, and the adorable anus immediately contracted and quivered shyly.

  Kaelan Drago felt its exquisite softness and tenderness, murmuring, "So beautiful!"

  Lyna Kynn blushed and whispered, "Brother, stop. It's dirty."

  Kaelan Drago dipped his fingertip in her juices and gently caressed the bud, saying, "Silly girl, where on you is dirty?"

  Lyna Kynn wriggled her hips in anticipation as she murmured, "It feels so strange... this sensation..."

  Kaelan Drago was thoroughly pleased with Lyna Kynn's sensitive anus. He grinned and asked, "Doesn't it feel wonderful?"

  Lyna Kynn shook her head, moaning softly. "No, you said you were going to spank me?" she asked, confused.

  Kaelan Drago chuckled lewdly, "Right now!" With that, his thick cock shifted between Lyna Kynn's thighs, the massive head aiming for her wet, slippery entrance. Under his skilled fingering, the tightly closed bud had already parted slightly, revealing the pink inner walls.

  Feeling the hot head of his cock press against her anus, Lyna Kynn gasped in shock and cried out, "Wrong! Not here!"

  Kaelan Drago chuckled lewdly, "No, it's exactly here.I'm going to pound your ass with my cock." Lyna Kynn tried to escape, but Kaelan Drago's hands seized her buttocks. With a thrust of his hips, his glistening, wet glans slid into her tight, narrow passage. Watching the delicate, pink flower bud open to take his large head, Kaelan Drago was overcome with excitement.

  Thanks to the ample lubrication, his thick cock slid into Lyna Kynn's anus with relative ease. Amid her wails, Kaelan Drago thrust his entire length inside her. The warm, tight rectum clenched around his shaft, eliciting a satisfied moan from him: "So tight... so warm!"

  Helpless and at his mercy, Lyna Kynn gritted her teeth, enduring the searing pain radiating from her anus, occasionally whimpering, "Ugh... It hurts... It's tearing... Open..."

  Kaelan Drago slowly thrust in and out while kneading Lyna Kynn's breasts with both hands, saying, "Relax. Don't be tense."

  Lyna Kynn obediently relaxed. She felt her tight anus soften as Kaelan Drago's cock began thrusting faster and faster.

  As Lyna Kynn's entire body relaxed, the initial pain was swiftly replaced by a peculiar itching sensation at her anus, and an unusual pleasure began to spread throughout her body.

  At some point, Lyna Kynn's moans transformed into heated gasps. "Ah... Oh... Mmm..." Inarticulate cries escaped her small mouth. Kaelan Drago knew she had tasted the sweetness of anal pleasure and began thrusting with greater intensity.

  Her tight rosebud contracted and expanded with each thrust of his cock, like a seductive flower in full bloom.A wave of immense, fiery, sweet pleasure surged straight to Lyna Kynn's forehead. This intense, unfamiliar ecstasy made her entire body tremble violently. When Kaelan Drago's fingers plunged into her soaking wet pussy, the dual assault sent Lyna Kynn over the edge instantly.

  Waves of warm, viscous vaginal fluid gushed from her crimson-pink opening with each finger thrust, flowing onto the cock thrusting in and out of her anus. This made the cock's thrusts even more pleasurable, building Lyna Kynn's intoxicating pleasure until it exploded throughout her entire body.

  Finally, Kaelan Drago's cock erupted, unleashing a torrent of scalding semen into Lyna Kynn's rectum. A wave of darkness washed over her vision, her soul soaring skyward as ecstasy overwhelmed her, sending her into a blissful faint.

  Seeing this, Kaelan Drago immediately lowered his head to kiss Lyna Kynn's rosy lips, feeding her a mouthful of Qi.

  Lyna Kynn slowly regained consciousness, sighed deeply, and murmured with eyes full of desire, "Brother, it was so beautiful!"

  Kaelan Drago smiled triumphantly. Seeing this beauty, hailed as the flower of the military, completely subjugated beneath his cock, no man could help but feel a surge of pride.

  After carrying the limp Lyna Kynn back to her own tent, Kaelan Drago departed, his spirit refreshed.

  After each encounter with a woman of profound foundation, Kaelan Drago felt a rejuvenating ease, as if reborn. This was thanks to Nameless Cultivation Technique, taught to him by a strange old man in his youth, which allowed him to draw benefits from lovemaking.

  Kaelan Drago recalled the old man's parting words: "Kaelan, the energy between lovers is most potent—it is life's latent power. Master its secrets, and you shall gain abilities far surpassing magic. When you are tempered like steel, that day shall be your divine mastery. Remember! Remember!"Unfortunately, women of exceptional talent were exceedingly rare. Despite his frequent visits to the flower gardens, his progress remained painfully slow, earning him instead a reputation as a reckless playboy.

  At this thought, Kaelan Drago smiled. "Truly, fortune favors the bold—not even city walls can stand in my way!"

  As a centurion of the city guard under the Western Host of the Fastian Empire, being transferred to the war effort and leaving the bustling city of Riverbend was initially an unfortunate turn of events. Yet Kaelan Drago soon discovered its hidden pleasures.General Phenix, the commander-in-chief, commanded the Golden Phoenix Guard—a squadron of women as beautiful as flowers and exceptionally skilled in combat. Lyna Kynn stood out among them, while Lady Lyra Phenix was, without question, an absolutely stunning beauty.

  After conquering Lyna Kynn, Kaelan Drago discovered she had greatly enriched him. Learning that both Lyna Kynn and Lady Lyra Phenix practiced The Phoenix's Heart Cultivation, Kaelan Drago harbored even greater expectations for Lady Lyra Phenix, whose mastery far surpassed Lyna Kynn's.