Enter: Master Song.

BOOM!

A crack splits the sky as a towering woman in white descends, shattering the stone tiles beneath her. With a flick of her hand, an invisible **** slams into the twins, cutting off their laughter and hurling them against the far wall.

Freed from Li Huanglin’s grip, you crash to the ground, gasping for air. Standing before you is Master Song Baiyun, her pristine robes rippling and her gaze burning with fury.

Li Huanglan and Li Huanglin scramble up, faces twisted with rage.

“Don’t interfere, hag!” Li Huanglan spits.

“He was ours! We were having fun!” Li Huanglin growls, sounding more like a cornered animal than a cultivator.

Without hesitation, they charge, fists blazing with power—but Master Song doesn’t flinch. In a single fluid motion, she brings her palms down on both of them, the **** shaking the courtyard and slamming them into the stone.

The twins gasp, pinned under her unyielding hands.

“Disrespectful. Rebellious. Foolish,” Master Song intones coldly.

She lifts her palms slightly, just enough for them to suck in air, their terror-stricken faces betraying the weight of their mistake.

“Do you understand the consequences of such behavior?” Song Baiyun says.

“Master, we were wrong! Have mercy!” Li Huanglan pleads, her voice breaking.

“Please, Master! Stop!” Li Huanglin cries, desperation in his voice.

The once-unstoppable twins tremble under Master Song’s might, their power shattered. The transformation is so sudden, so absolute, it rattles you to your core.

Your heart pounds. Pity flickers—but fear gnaws deeper. If she could break them so easily, what chance would you have?

Then, without warning, her gaze shifts to you.

The world stops. Her fiery red eyes lock onto yours, stripping away every defense, leaving you trembling and exposed.

“Return to your quarters. NOW. Or do not blame me for what happens next!” she commands.

Your body freezes. Every instinct screams for you to flee, but your feet are rooted to the ground, paralyzed by fear.

“Rensu! Rensu!” A familiar voice breaks through the haze of terror.

You turn to see Qin Meiyu rushing toward you, her face pale and frantic. She pulls you into her arms, voice trembling with both relief and panic.

“I’m so glad you’re okay! Come, we have to go now! You’re in danger!” Meiyu says urgently.

“Danger? But Master Song already subdued the twins—”

“Master Song is the danger!” Meiyu interrupts, her voice raw with panic.

Her strong arms lift you effortlessly, as if you were weightless. Then, as she pulls you away, your gaze drifts back to Master Song.

Her power is undeniable—she crushed the twins in a single motion. She’s saved you, hasn’t she? But as your eyes meet hers, something inside you falters.

Master Song’s red eyes burn with a new intensity, fiercer than before. They are not just filled with anger—they are filled with something darker, something scarier.

A deep, primal hunger.

Then, from beneath her robes, a massive beast stirs.

It tears through the silk, its monstrous form pulsing with terrifying power. The creature is colossal and serpentine, its muscles rippling like the molten core of a volcano, and the very air seems to tremble under its crushing presence.

Your heart stops at the sight. Its mere image threatens to rip apart your sanity.

Frozen in terror, you can only watch as the beast rises to full height. Its blood-red head cuts a jagged silhouette against the sky, its gaping maw dripping with drool, hunger gleaming in every sinew of its vast form.

As you gawk at its sheer magnificence, something primal stirs within you—a visceral response, like a forgotten part of your soul has been awakened. The sight is both beautiful and terrible, a maddening vision of raw power that both calls to you and repels you.

The twins’ screams shift, now laced with something dark. Their eyes, once wide with fear, now gleam with feverish anticipation. Perhaps their fear was only a mask, meant to rouse the beast, or maybe they, too, have fallen prey to its madness-inducing influence.

The air thickens, heavy and blistering with the beast’s scent. Each breath becomes a struggle, the sheer weight of its presence suffocating.

Meiyu clutches you tighter, urgency surging through her steps. As she rounds a bend, the image of the beast slips into the bamboo grove and vanishes—but the terror it left behind clings to your mind, gnawing and relentless.

“Hold on, Rensu, we’re nearly home!” she says.

You try to speak, but terror chokes your words. “Meiyu, what… what was that thing?”

Her face pales. “It’s a manifestation of Master Song’s power. When unleashed, there’s no stopping it—not even for her.”

Her words hang in the air, thick with fear. The terror coiling inside you intensifies. You cling to her, trembling, as she carries you faster through the darkened path toward safety.

Somewhere in the distance, Master Song’s roar echoes, followed by the twins’ **** screams. The sound reverberates through your chest, rattling your bones.

With urgency, Meiyu bursts into your stone hut, quickly sealing the door and window behind her with an invisible barrier—a manifestation of her Qi.

The sounds of the outside world fade, muffled by the reinforced seals. Yet, the terror remains, deep within you, haunting your thoughts.

And the image of the beast lingers, its monstrous form and insatiable hunger seared into your mind.

Meiyu looks down at you with concern. Her fingers tremble slightly as she brushes a strand of hair from your forehead, her touch soft yet filled with tension.

“Oh, Rensu, I was so worried when I came back and didn’t find you here! I thought… I thought the others—”

“The others…?” you whisper, your voice faint.

Yes, the towering women—the female disciples of the Red Bamboo Sect. Their strange bulges, the creatures hidden beneath their silk robes. They, too, must possess such power, don’t they?

Your hollow gaze lifts to meet Meiyu’s. Her flushed face, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the tremble in her body slick with sweat—the earthy scent of her skin—it all feels so familiar, yet… different. Changed.

Her height. Her muscles. The raw strength in her movements.

Her increasing boldness.

How every time she pressed her slick body against yours, something stirred beneath the fabric.

How, despite everything you’ve been through, she always kept herself hidden.

Then, your eyes fall involuntarily, drawn to the area beneath her sash. Between her legs.

There, small but unmistakable, is a faint bulge.

The mark of the beast.