Chapter 54: Exploring the Palace (03)

Kael shot out of the narrow tunnel, and a gust of cold, fresh air slammed into his face.

Seraphine hugged him with all her might, clinging to him as the two of them burst out of a sky of black bricks and began to plummet.

Their clothes snapped and flapped against their bodies. Her dress had already ridden up to her waist, revealing those thick, pale thighs, her white panties, and the luscious curves of her plump ass.

"Ah!" she cried, arching her back in fright, the sound lost in the whistling wind.

The movement thrust her chest upward. The two enormous mounds resting beneath Kael’s chin rose along with the arch of her back, sliding up his throat and over his jaw until they lined up with his face. Then they swallowed it whole.

Kael felt his head sink into the warm valley between them, the plush flesh parting around it.

The soft weight pressed in on both sides of his head until all that remained was darkness and the sweet scent of her skin.

"I need to see, you crazy girl!" Kael shouted, though his voice came out muffled between those fat tits, his lips brushing against her salty skin.

Seraphine didn’t answer. Instead, she hugged his head tighter, as if Kael were the only solid thing in the world. Her breasts crushed against his cheeks from both sides, smothering him and letting not a wisp of air through.

Her long, pink hair had come loose and streamed behind them like a ribbon. Her eyes, just as pink and just as beautiful, were tightly shut.

Unable to see a thing, Kael released the Qi around his body and let it guide him, sensing the rush of air and the floor rising to meet them.

He twisted in midair, spinning until his feet pointed toward the ground.

He bent his knees to absorb the impact, and the floor beneath his feet cracked with a sharp snap that echoed into the distance.

Hundreds of tiny fissures spread across the white marble like a spiderweb, and a fine cloud of dust rose around them.

The shock of the landing shot up through Kael’s legs, and Seraphine’s breasts bounced against his face, tapping one cheek and then the other with soft claps.

Seraphine didn’t waste a single second. She planted both hands on Kael’s chest and shoved herself away, stumbling back a few steps with her face red all the way to her ears.

Her breasts peeled away from his face with a wet sound, leaving his cheeks damp. They swayed slowly from side to side as she retreated, their heavy weight lagging half a beat behind her.

Cool air washed over Kael’s face, and he finally drew a deep breath.

"Ugh... I remember an Elder of the Purewind Family who always said I had to work hard to be a good wife, because I’d never be a good warrior."

Her voice came out a little tearful, and she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.

"I think she was right."

Only then did the young woman notice her neckline, which had slipped down during the fall. Her breasts were nearly spilling out, the tip of one nipple peeking over the edge of the fabric.

Seraphine grabbed the edge of the neckline and yanked it up, hurriedly tucking her large breasts back into place.

Her words had drawn a roar of laughter from Kael, who lay on his back on the floor, the cool marble pressing through his clothes.

Still laughing, he turned his gaze to Seraphine, studying her carefully: her messy pink hair, her flushed cheeks, her moist eyes, her heavy tits, her restless hands fussing with the fabric of her neckline.

"What?" she asked, a little embarrassed, looking away and tucking a loose strand behind her ear.

"You’re cute when you’re not hating me to death." Kael flashed a sidelong smile, planted his hands on the floor, and pushed himself up.

"Fuck you." Seraphine crossed her arms under her breasts and glared at him.

The gesture hoisted her breasts higher, their heavy undersides settling over her forearms while the plump swell above crowded against the neckline she had just fixed. Her face grew even redder.

"I love you, too." Kael grinned and stretched calmly, raising both arms over his head until his back cracked, then looked around.

They were in a gigantic underground chamber. Sword gashes so deep they looked like scars marked the marble floor around them, and the black-brick ceiling stretched far above.

The air there was strangely cool and pleasant to breathe, quite different from the rest of the Palace. The silence was total, broken only by the sound of their breathing.

Now that he could see, Kael had a better idea of what had happened.

It appeared to be a common illusion—the same one everyone faced upon arriving at the Mansion.

Kael crouched beside one of the gashes in the marble and ran his fingers along its smooth, cold edge while he sifted through the memories of this body’s former owner.

Little by little, he pieced together a few things about the illusion they had seen earlier.

Basically, that illusion array had infinite weak points. Each one led to a unique area and a unique test.

Some led to mazes, others to vaults, cave networks, or dungeons.

That marble platform was likely where their test would take place.

But... what kind of test would it be?

The moment doubt flashed across Kael’s face, a tremor ran through the floor beneath his feet. Loose shards of marble skittered across the ground, and a deep rumble rolled through the chamber.

"Kael!" Seraphine shouted.

Kael leaped to his feet just in time to watch a gigantic figure slam down on the opposite side of the arena, kicking up a cloud of white dust. The impact rattled up through the soles of his feet.

As the dust settled, a giant boar with flaming horns came into view.

Its coat was a deep reddish brown, and its eyes blazed a vibrant orange. Two blood-red horns curved forward above its head, glowing with heat.

This was a lower-tier Spirit Beast, quite weak compared to the others. But since it was at the first stage of the Golden Core Realm, it wasn’t something they could afford to ignore.

The beast snorted, and two puffs of flame burst from its nostrils, hissing through the air before dissipating into sparks and smoke. The bitter smell of scorched air drifted toward them.

Kael reached out a hand without taking his eyes off the beast.

The Golden Spear of the Southern Dragon Emperor appeared between his fingers in a golden flash, and his grip closed tight around the refined shaft.

The beast took a step forward, cracking the marble beneath its hooves, and then charged straight at him.

Seraphine, whose face had already turned completely serious, reacted instantly.

An intense golden light engulfed her body, lifting her loose hair off her shoulders and gleaming over the sweat-slick curve of her cleavage.

The marble sparkled around her feet as she gripped her own sword and slashed forward.

The strike was so abrupt that her huge tits jolted inside her neckline, the flesh lunging forward with the blade and then snapping back against the straining fabric.

A streak of golden Qi shot from the blade, tearing through the air with a high-pitched whine toward the boar.

The attack struck the animal’s forehead squarely with a sharp thud, carrying terrible power.

The creature froze for a moment, its hooves scraping against the marble as the force of the blow pushed it back.

Blood flowed thickly from the massive gash that split its face in half, dripping onto the floor and filling the air with a strong smell of iron.

But it wasn’t enough to bring the boar down—it only served to further fuel its rage.

The boar shook its head, flinging blood across the marble, and let out a roar that made the entire chamber tremble. Its tusks glowed a deeper red.

"This is going to be tough..." Kael grunted, planting his feet firmly on the ground. His heart pounded in his chest, and warm blood rushed through his arms as he readied his spear.

He was glad his challenge was something as simple as killing a beast. He just wasn’t so glad that the beast was this powerful.

Spirit Beasts, mainly because of their enormous bodies, were usually much stronger than cultivators of the same level. That held true even for a lower-tier one.

Seraphine had a powerful cultivation base, but she wasn’t a warrior.

He was almost certain that neither her race nor her Spiritual Roots—still sealed—had anything to do with combat.

In other words, he would have to kill that beast on his own.