The Cloudwind Archipelago. This cluster of islands, wedged between the Yuanluo Sea and the Blackwater Sea, had become a sanctuary for the mortals of the Yuanluo region.

Under the arrangement of the Tri-Deity Sect, the Gu family, and the Dongfang family, vast numbers of Yuanluo mortals had migrated here. The spiritual energy across these islands was rather thin, making it unsuitable for martial cultivators.

Given the constant battles recently raging in the Yuanluo Sea, where the Demon Race rampaged, hunting mortals, the goal was to preserve the mortal population to the greatest extent possible. The three major powers joined forces, settling all the mortals from their respective territories onto this land, allowing them to fight the Demon Race without worrying about their rear.

With so many mortals gathered, the place became bustling, and venues for revelry and vice were naturally not in short supply. On one of the smaller islands, housing several million mortals, the landscape was dotted with simple wooden structures, and even the desolate mountain ridges were crowded with tents—some housing ten or more people crammed together.

To gather enough to survive, the mortals paid little mind to their living conditions, only concerned with staying far from the areas occupied by the Demon Race. On the eastern side of the island, there was a modest marketplace selling all manner of daily necessities, grains, and potable, purified water.

East of the market stood a brothel named Spring Breeze Pavilion. Its business had recently suffered; amidst the overwhelming dread, few mortals possessed the inclination for pleasure, spending their saved coin on filling their stomachs instead.

However, for the past couple of days, Spring Breeze Pavilion had received a singular, exceptional guest. This young man was extravagantly generous, booking every woman in the house at once, engaging in relentless, ceaseless debauchery day and night, seemingly without fatigue.

The madam of Spring Breeze Pavilion, Yun Jie, was overjoyed, counting the heavy bags of Crystal Coins and striving to meet every demand of her young patron. In one of the common private chambers, plain-faced women entered and exited.

Each woman who emerged had her face flushed with ecstasy and utter satisfaction; they practically staggered out, leaning against the wall, as if every ounce of strength had been completely drained from them. Madam Yun, the proprietor, waited just outside the door, a wide smile fixed on her face, counting the Crystal Coins in her pouch and stealing furtive, strange glances inside every so often.

Shortly after, another young woman, barely twenty, emerged. Her chest was lightly exposed, her figure graceful, her face a deep crimson as she swayed unsteadily.

After three steps, she suddenly frowned, letting out a soft gasp of pain, her legs seemingly refusing to move. She had to lean against the doorframe to catch her breath.

“Little Peach Blossom, how is it? Is he still going?” Yun Jie rushed forward, supporting the sore and weak body of her top courtesan, asking in a hushed, surprised tone.

The woman nodded faintly, her face flushed, her eyes glistening as if brimming with deep water, letting out a soft, delicate cry: “That master… he is simply not human…” “As long as he pays, that’s what matters,” Madam Yun chuckled lightly, carefully helping the woman out and settling her in another private room nearby. Glancing at the five other exhausted and disheveled women sleeping soundly in the chamber, she muttered softly, “We’re running short of hands.

It seems I’ll have to ask Hong Ying to send a few more girls over. At this rate, in another day, every girl in the Pavilion will be defeated.” “Yun Jie, what exactly is that master’s background?” Little Peach Blossom leaned languidly against the window frame, her complexion rosy, crying out weakly, “It’s been two days, and he hasn’t rested even once!

We sisters have been taking turns, yet we still can’t satisfy just one of him. If this continues, I won’t be able to bear it either.

Yun Jie, please arrange for someone else; I absolutely must rest tomorrow. This body feels completely broken apart from him…” As she muttered, a look of desire flickered across her face, and she bit her lip, perhaps lost in a pleasant memory, before letting out a small, delighted giggle.

Little slut. Madam Yun cursed inwardly but kept her expression one of gentle warmth.

“If the people from Hong Ying arrive tomorrow, we won’t need to trouble you. But if they are late, you will still have to go.

That young master explicitly said there must be no stopping, or he will tear down our Spring Breeze Pavilion. I certainly cannot bear that responsibility.” Little Peach Blossom looked surprised, her eyes hazy with starlight, a look of longing on her face: “What a man, one to be both loved and hated… Ah, if only he took a liking to me, I would give up everything to follow him.” “Hmph,” Yun Jie scoffed dismissively.

“Given this master’s intensity, I fear you wouldn’t live for more than a month before he wore you to death in bed. You’d best give up that idea.” At these words, the woman immediately sobered.

She considered it for a moment, then shook her head with a wry smile, sighing as she dismissed the impractical fantasy. Yun Jie slowly helped her drift off to sleep, relieved, then returned to her post outside, watching the Pavilion’s girls emerge with unsteady steps, attending to their duties with caution.

At night, seven more captivating women were dispatched from other houses, whom she assigned one by one. From that private chamber, whether day or night, came a constant sound of heart-stirring, intoxicating cries that never ceased—as if an inexhaustible monster were ceaselessly active within.

Another day passed, and then, finally, quiet settled over the room. “No one is to disturb me for any reason.

You will bear the consequences otherwise,” a deep voice commanded from inside the chamber. Soon after, the last woman drifted out, her body seemingly weightless.

Upon exiting, she said not a word, immediately collapsing unconscious. Time slipped by.

In the blink of an eye, three more days had passed. During these three days, the esteemed guest made no requests, called for no more companions, ate nothing, and drank nothing—remaining within that chamber the entire time.

Madam Yun felt a secret alarm but dared not approach to check. After three days of rest, the Pavilion’s girls gradually recovered their vitality.

They then began to notice, with astonishment, that their skin had become incredibly soft and supple. Some women nearing thirty found that the wrinkles on their faces had miraculously vanished; their complexions were snow-white, flushed with healthy color, as if they had suddenly regained their youthful radiance.

Moreover, several girls who had been sickly since childhood discovered, to their amazement, that their constitutions had improved; the feeling of weakness was gone. A dozen or so women gathered together, chattering excitedly about their discoveries, realizing that the sisters around them had also changed—each appearing several years younger, their chronic ailments healed, or their wrinkles gone.

Most of their skin radiated a vivid, snow-white vitality, and even their strength had increased significantly. This discovery astonished them, stirring a sense of gratitude toward the guest who had tortured them to the brink of death.

They converged near the chamber door, eager to question him. When Yun Jie learned of the changes in their bodies, she was secretly amazed.

Her own heart, dormant for years, stirred with a flicker of longing; she too felt a stirring of desire… After waiting another day, seeing no movement from the chamber after so long, she finally could not restrain herself. Ignoring the esteemed guest’s earlier warning, she pushed open the door and entered.

The room was empty. On the central table lay a heavy pouch of Crystal Coins.

The many girls, hearing the news, flocked in—a bevy of beauties crowding into the small chamber. Looking at the mysterious guest who had vanished, recalling the indescribably wonderful experiences within, they felt a mix of shame and anger, blaming him for his heartlessness, even as their expressions gradually grew wistful.

A small skiff. A youth of imposing stature sat solemnly on the three-meter-long wooden boat, his eyes cold and icy as he stared straight ahead.

The boat had no sail and no oars, yet it sliced rapidly across the sea surface, like an arrow-toothed beast. This man was Shi Yan.

In the battle of Yin Wind Island, leveraging the aid of the three Great Life Forms and assisted by the mysterious greatsword, he had slain dozens of martial artists of varying cultivation realms under the watch of the three Divine Realm experts—Qingming, Tianhou, and Dihuang—reaping an incredibly rich harvest of vital essence. The sheer amount of essence surpassed his imagination.

During the purification process by his mysterious Martial Soul, he inevitably plunged once more into a frenzy of backlash, and this time, the backlash was fiercer than anything before! Out of necessity, he went to the Spring Breeze Pavilion, where mortals congregated, and spent three days and three nights venting his lust and fury, releasing his savage, mad desires and counteracting the influence of the negative emotions.

It was immediately afterward, within the Pavilion, that he completed the martial soul metamorphosis of his lower body. At this moment, the transformation of all six hundred and thirty-nine muscle blocks, comprising over six billion muscle fibers, was truly and thoroughly complete.

As the transformation of this physique finalized, he finally comprehended the sheer beauty of bodily balance… Previously, due to the incomplete metamorphosis, during combat, he often felt top-heavy, his legs completely unable to support the terrifying weight of his upper body. Even the bones in his legs frequently emitted cracking sounds, as if they might shatter at any moment.

With the transformation perfected, he realized the weight of his physique was comparable to that of a mountain hundreds of meters high, weighing tens of millions of jin. Yet, there was no longer any sense of disharmony.

Within every muscle, it felt as though dormant, ferocious power was contained! Even without deploying a shred of refined essence, without using any Martial Soul, he was confident he could defeat a martial artist at the second tier of the Nirvana Nest realm in a direct confrontation.

The power latent in this body astonished him. His Stone Body Martial Soul metamorphosis had reached its peak.

When exerting force, his flesh and skin would immediately turn a purplish-red, and surging power would erupt from the six hundred and thirty-nine blocks and six billion muscle fibers—capable of shattering anything. This was a power truly his own!

It was not reliant on the external force—that fusion of Profound Ice Cold Flame, Sacred Spirit God, and Earth Core Fire. Because of the drain from the previous battle, these external powers abruptly separated the moment his flesh completed its mutation, which left him slightly frustrated.

Currently, the Profound Ice Cold Flame, Sacred Spirit God, and Earth Core Fire had retreated back into the Blood Patterned Ring, their vitality significantly damaged, seemingly entering a dormant state, making soul communication difficult. In the battles of the recent period, relying on the might of these three Great Life Forms, he had rampaged unchecked across the Yuanluo Sea.

Every fight had actually consumed the power of the three Life Forms, and with every subsequent battle, the mutation of his physique had relied upon a portion of their strength. Especially during the final Martial Soul mutation, as his entire body trembled, he distinctly sensed the power of the three Life Forms, along with his own vital essence, being entangled by the mysterious strange force surging from the acupuncture points, jointly completing the final transformation of his Martial Soul.

Once his Martial Soul transformation was complete, the three Life Forms separated and returned to the Blood Patterned Ring, their auras weak. This left him feeling somewhat guilty, yet helpless, resolving to compensate these three Life Forms once his own realm reached a sufficient level.

The light boat sped swiftly across the sea. One day, he arrived at a solitary island in the Blackwater Sea.

After careful inquiries, he learned that some members of the Xia family were currently residing on that very island. Musing for a moment, he rose from the light boat, leaping onto the island, and concealed himself within the mountain forest to search for the people he intended to find.