As Shan summoned his Crimson Fang Wolf, Wang Jian drew upon his spiritual energy to conjure his own spirit.

With a roar, the Dark Flame Double-Headed River Dragon materialized before him, its fiery breath illuminating the night sky. The dragon's left head was a deep, shadowy black, while its right head blazed with crimson flames.

Shan charged towards Wang Jian with his wolf-like spirit, its razor-sharp teeth bared.

Wang Jian responded by unleashing his Flame Elemental Attack technique, sending a torrent of flames towards Shan.

Shan countered with his own Firestorm Blast technique, but Wang Jian's flames overpowered his attack, causing it to fizzle out.

Wang Jian dashed towards Shan, his sword flashing in the moonlight.

Shan attempted to block with his Crimson Shield technique, but Wang Jian's blade sliced through the shield with ease.

Shan retaliated with his Fang Strike technique, but Wang Jian deftly dodged the attack and struck back with his Starry Night Sky Strike, sending a wave of searing flames towards Shan.

Despite Shan's fierce efforts, he proved to be no match for Wang Jian's superior skills and techniques.

With precision and speed, Wang Jian subdued him, expertly binding him with the Qi Restraining Ropes that prevented him from tapping into his qi or spiritual energy.

Relieved to have Shan in custody, Wang Jian returned to his group who were anxiously waiting for him.

Without wasting a moment, he provided Lady Zhuoran and Li with some potent recovery pellets, which immediately began to work their healing magic.

Mei and Shan were tightly bound in ropes, helpless and at the mercy of their captors.

Wang Jian's group quickly made their way towards the location where they had hidden their griffins, and they mounted the majestic creatures to take off from the city.

As they soared high in the sky, the gusts of wind tousled their hair wildly. Li kept the two prisoners securely bound on his griffin, while Wang Jian's arms tightly encircled Lady Zhuoran's curvaceous and alluring figure, his fingers shamelessly caressing her soft skin.

He leaned in close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin, and whispered, "My dear Zhuoran, I'm so proud of you for winning your battle. You deserve a reward for your efforts."

Lady Zhuoran's heart raced with fear. She knew exactly what he meant by "reward," and the thought of being alone with him made her stomach churn. But she couldn't let her fear show on her face. She forced a fake smile and replied, "Thank you, Your Highness. I am honored to receive your commendation."

Wang Jian's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Excellent," he purred. "Then you'll come to my tent tonight, won't you? And wear that seductive dress I gave you earlier?"

Lady Zhuoran's heart sank. She had no choice but to say yes, but the thought of being alone with Wang Jian, knowing his intentions, made her feel sick. But a small part of her was looking forward to it, too. She couldn't deny the excitement that coursed through her body at the thought of his touch.

"Yes, Your Highness," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I will come to your tent tonight."

After a long journey, they finally arrived at a suitable spot to set up camp.

With the griffins landed, they started preparing for the night, setting up their tents and lighting a fire. The smell of roasting meat filled the air, making their stomachs rumble with anticipation.

As they finished their meal, Wang Jian ordered the group to bring out the two prisoners. With the captives bound and gagged, they were unceremoniously thrown onto the ground.

Wang Jian ordered them to be awakened, and one of his men poured a bucket of water on their faces, causing them to sputter and cough as they regained consciousness.

Shan and Mei opened their eyes and saw Wang Jian staring at them with a solemn look on his face.

Wang Jian spoke, "Now, why don't we have a talk? What can you tell me about your cult?"

Shan sneered, "Why should we give you anything? You are nothing but a pathetic prince with no power."

Without a word, Wang Jian pulled out his dagger and stabbed it into Shan's hand.

Shan cried out in pain, writhing on the ground.

Mei's eyes widened in terror as she watched the scene unfold. She knew that Wang Jian was not a man to be trifled with, but she had not expected him to be so ruthless.

Wang Jian turned to Shan, "Let's start again. Why did your cult attack me?"

Shan glared at him, his hand still bleeding. "I told you, we will say nothing."

Wang Jian rolled his eyes his disdain, "Is that so?"

He grabbed Shan by his hair and threw him out of the tent.

"Kill him. He is of no use to us," Wang Jian ordered Li who was outside the tent.

Li grabbed hold of Shan and took him away.

The atmosphere in the tent was tense, and Mei felt her heart pounding in her chest as Wang Jian approached her. His touch was gentle, but his eyes held a dangerous glint.

"I would hate to harm this gorgeous face. So, why don't you speak?" he said softly.

Mei's lips trembled as she realized the gravity of the situation. She knew that the fate of her cult and possibly her own life depended on what she said next.

"I...I can't betray my cult," she stuttered.

Wang Jian's face darkened. "Do you really want to end up like your friend out there?"

Mei's eyes widened in fear as she realized that Shan had been taken away to be killed. She knew that she had to choose her words carefully.

"Three of our hideouts and warehouses were raided by the church. We needed to gather resources, and one of our followers informed us of your plans. So, we planned to kidnap you and use you to acquire resources," Mei said quickly.

Wang Jian's expression softened slightly, but the chill in his eyes remained unaltered.

"I appreciate your honesty," Wang Jian said, "Now, I propose a deal. Contact your leader and tell him that I am willing to provide him with all sorts of supplies, including pellets, talismans, weapons, armors, and any other equipment he desires for twice the price. In exchange, I want the support of your cult in my battle for the throne."

"I will pass on your offer to our leader," Mei said cautiously, "But I cannot guarantee his agreement.

Wang Jian's eyes narrowed as he listened to Mei's words. "I see. Then let me make myself clear. If your leader refuses my offer, I will consider it an act of aggression against my faction. Make sure to mention this."

Mei shuddered at the thought of Wang Jian's wrath. She knew that she had to tread carefully. "Understood. I will relay your message to our leader and await his response."

As the night grew darker, Mei's heart weighed heavily with guilt as she was coerced into writing the letter to her cult leader.

The paper felt rough against her trembling fingers as she scribbled down the details of the proposed deal with Wang Jian.

As soon as she finished, Wang Jian took the letter and skillfully tied it to the leg of a messenger bird.

The bird let out a soft coo as it took flight, its wings flapping through the cool night air.

Mei watched with a mix of emotions as the bird disappeared into the horizon, hoping that her cult leader would agree to the deal.

After dealing with the situation at hand, Wang Jian ordered Li to keep an eye on Mei in her tent.

He then returned to his tent.

Lady Zhuoran was already waiting for him, draped in a flowing robe that revealed a tantalizing sight of a silky and transparent garment underneath.

Her curves were accentuated by the delicate fabric, and Wang Jian's eyes gleamed with desire and debauchery as he approached her.

Without a word, he pounced on Lady Zhuoran, his hands tearing at her clothes with an animalistic force.

The fabric ripped easily under his strength, revealing her luscious curves to his hungry gaze.

Lady Zhuoran moaned in pleasure as she felt his hot breath on her neck and his lips trailing kisses down her body.

She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and her own desire began to build with each passing moment.

Wang Jian's hands roamed freely over her body, caressing every inch of her with a feverish intensity.

He fondled her breasts roughly, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh as he kneaded them with a mix of pleasure and pain.

Lady Zhuoran gasped at the sensation, her moans growing louder with each passing moment.

"More," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their passion. "I want more."

Wang Jian obliged, his hands tracing the curves of her body as he explored every inch of her with a primal hunger. Finally, one of his hands grabbed hold of one of her silver tails as he yanked them strongly.

Lady Zhuoran's moans grew louder as he continued, her body writhing beneath his touch.

As their passion reached its peak, the air in the tent grew thick with the sounds of their pleasure.

Lady Zhuoran cried out in ecstasy as she felt the heat of his body against hers, and Wang Jian groaned with pleasure as he reached his own climax.

As the first round of passion ended, Wang Jian and Lady Zhuoran were both panting with desire.

Wang Jian's eyes roamed hungrily over Lady Zhuoran's body, taking in every curve and swell with a mixture of hunger and possessiveness.

With a feral growl, he flipped Lady Zhuoran onto her stomach, pressing her down into the soft bedding of the tent.

She moaned in pleasure as he trailed hot kisses down her spine, his hands exploring every inch of her body with a feverish intensity.

He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he plunged deep inside her.

Lady Zhuoran cried out in pleasure as he filled her completely, her body trembling with desire as he set a punishing pace.

Wang Jian's breath came in harsh gasps as he pounded into her relentlessly, his fingers digging deep into her flesh as he claimed her body as his own.

His hands soon released her buttocks and grabbed two of her five tails while yanking them.

Lady Zhuoran's moans grew louder with each passing moment as she approached the brink of pleasure once again.

As the second round of lovemaking came to a thunderous conclusion, Wang Jian and Lady Zhuoran were both drenched in sweat, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and desire.

But even as their passion ebbed, Wang Jian's hunger for Lady Zhuoran only grew stronger.

With a devilish gleam in his eyes, he pulled her up into his lap, his hands caressing her body with a possessive intensity.

"You are mine," he growled, his lips trailing hot kisses down her neck as he claimed her body once again.

Lady Zhuoran cried out in pleasure as he filled her once more, her body writhing with ecstasy as he set a punishing pace.

Wang Jian's breath came in harsh gasps as he pounded into her relentlessly, his fingers digging deep into her flesh as he claimed her body as his own.

For hours they continued, lost in a haze of desire and pleasure as they explored each other's bodies with a primal hunger.

In the end, they were both spent and exhausted, their bodies drenched in sweat and their breaths coming in harsh gasps.

But even as they lay there, entwined in each other's arms, Wang Jian knew that his hunger for Lady Zhuoran would never be fully sated.