Demonic Flames Ignite, the Fairy Awaits Defilement

"True greed begins the moment you behold something beautiful, yet cannot bear for it not to be yours."

—And so the question arises: suppress your emotions and admire from afar, or... become her new master?

It was common knowledge in the Cultivation World that, since ancient times, The realm had never lacked ethereal fairy maidens of breathtaking beauty.

But when it came to peerless allure, none could surpass Sword Sect's Mu Xueyi, the Mu Fairy. She was universally hailed by cultivators across the lands as the foremost beauty of the age.

Not only was her countenance unmatched in the world, but her bearing was as cold and frosty as winter's bite. Clad in robes of pristine white that outshone fresh snow, she stood motionless like moonlight made manifest, radiant and ethereal.

Yet her looks were hardly her most dazzling trait. She possessed a heavenly spiritual root, one in a billion, and in a mere twenty years of cultivation, she had already reached the late Core Formation stage.

Added to that was her innate Sword Heart Transparent, granting her an instinctive grasp of the sword dao. What took ordinary folk decades of grueling toil just to glimpse—sword intent—came to her in a mere flicker of thought.

A fairy who united matchless beauty with heaven-defying talent naturally drove countless male cultivators to madness, willing to grovel as her slaves.

Among them, Su Rui was the most obsessed.

This unremarkable early Foundation Establishment disciple loved Mu Xueyi to the point of insanity. Sleepless nights plagued him, his mind consumed by visions of her graceful figure.

At first, aware of his mediocre aptitude, he dared not dream of touching this goddess perched atop the clouds. He could only worship her from afar.

But when he witnessed with his own eyes Mu Xueyi growing close with the sect's prodigy, her senior brother Li Chengxuan—another genius of unparalleled talent—his pure adoration twisted into a frenzied obsession.

That lofty, ice-cold fairy maiden Mu Xueyi could actually harbor mortal feelings for a man?

The thought that one day she too would shed her robes like any common woman, yielding beneath a man in passionate surrender, Her cold facade melted into a coquettish allure—it ignited something an extreme surge of unwillingness and rage in Su Rui's heart.

If she was fated to belong to some man, why couldn't that man be him?!

Su Rui's mindset plunged into darkness. Evil thoughts sprouted wildly in his heart; he yearned to claim Mu Xueyi for himself, no matter the means!

Yet he knew full well that with his freshly entered Foundation Establishment mediocrity, winning her heart was impossible.

He had nothing exceptional about him—save perhaps the extraordinarily massive endowment between his legs.

But what good was that alone? Mu Xueyi was a lofty fairy maiden, not some dumb beast that squealed at the first thrust.

Unless... he took an unorthodox path, seizing her body and soul by any ruthless method.

This obsession grew fiercer with time, like a flickering candle in the dark—faint, yet burning with pure, stubborn madness.

This aura pierced layer upon layer of seals, rousing a long-dormant will in the deepest recesses of Sword Sect's forbidden area.

That night, Su Rui was on duty guarding the forbidden area's perimeter.

In the utter silence, a low, ancient chuckle echoed deep in his mind: "Brat, your evil thoughts are potent enough to stir even me."

Su Rui's heart jolted. Glancing around at the empty night, he felt an invisible pressure crush down on him, nearly suffocating. He gripped his sword instinctively and snarled, "Who goes there? Playing tricks in the shadows?!"

"Jie jie jie..."

The laughter reverberated directly in his soul, laced with a seductive magic.

"I am the Demon Venerable from the upper realms, sealed here... three thousand years, by my count? But you—a mere Foundation Establishment worm—your filthy The fantasies about that fairy maiden are so intense. they've piqued my interest. Want her? Want to rip away her frosty facade, watch her lose herself to you, begging and sobbing?"

Su Rui's heart pounded wildly. The demonic voice struck at his darkest desires; he didn't hide it, growling, "And if I do? Why does Li Chengxuan get her while I can only watch from afar? I'm not reconciled!"

"Hahaha! Good! What a refusal to yield!" The Demon Venerable's voice grew thrilled, the laughter shaking Su Rui's sea of consciousness. "A man born between heaven and earth beholds supreme beauty and hungers to possess it—that's the natural order! Hesitation and self-deception are for trash!"

The laughter faded, the ancient voice turning grave: "Brat, you're in luck. I admire your unbridled lust. For rousing me from eons of slumber, I'll take you as a nominal disciple and grant you a supreme demonic art from the upper realms—Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art!"

"Cultivate this, and your progress will be a thousand li a day, outstripping this world's so-called geniuses! In time, forget your puny Sword Sect—the entire human realm will bow to you! By then, Mu Xueyi will be just the start. Any woman you desire, you'll claim with absolute power, bending them to your every whim!"

Su Rui's pupils contracted sharply.

Upper realm demonic art? A thousand li a day? Surpassing geniuses? Dominating the human realm? Taking whoever he wanted?

Each word hammered his heart, igniting his despair-twisted ambitions into roaring flames!

What a sight that would be—to crush Mu Xueyi, no, all those untouchable fairy maidens beneath him, ravaging them at will... The mere thought made his massive cock surge, iron-hard!

But such fortune always came at a price.

Su Rui steadied his racing heart and asked calmly, "Senior, you're granting me this miraculous art—what do you want in return?"

"Sharp!" The Demon Venerable's tone held approval. "Simple: raise your cultivation to late God Transformation with the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art and free me from this seal! I've rotted here three millennia—enough!"

Late God Transformation?!

Su Rui gasped. That was near-mythical in the Cultivation World—legend said the human realm's billions held only a handful of such beings!

Moreover—

"Senior, even setting aside how distant God Transformation is for me, rumor has it the human realm's sparse qi and flawed Great Dao can't sustain further breakthroughs. Even geniuses who reach early God Transformation stagnate there forever!"

This was common knowledge, no secret even to low-rank disciples like him.

"Hmph, that's your human realm's trash arts, blind to refining God Transformation spirit power!"

The Demon Venerable sneered disdainfully: "This art devours all qi, transmuting it into purest demonic flame to forge your body. No matter how thin this realm's qi, it'll shatter your shackles and let you rampage freely."

Su Rui's heart quaked, his eyes blazing hotter—but one doubt lingered.

"Senior, if I reach late God Transformation and free you... will you cross the river and burn the bridge?"

Dealing with demons was dancing with tigers. He had no desire to slave away only to become this fiend's post-escape snack.

The ancient voice paused, then chuckled lowly: "Jie jie jie, your wary cunning has real demonic potential, brat. Rest easy—I scorn deceiving juniors. This world is but a careless pitfall for me; once free, I'll seek the path back to the upper realms. No time to tangle with you."

Su Rui scrutinized the words for lies.

Raised in the slums' filth, amid lies and betrayal, he had a blood-honed nose for truth.

The demon's tone rang genuine—that aloof disdain from higher planes felt instinctive, bone-deep.

Su Rui inhaled the forbidden area's chill yin air and nodded: "Fine, I accept! But betray me, and even if my soul scatters, I'll make you pay!"

His voice was low but laced with a desperado's ferocity.

"Gutsy!" The demon seemed pleased, its tone soothing. "No deceit from me. Now open your mind—receive my inheritance!"

A black ray shot from the depths, ignoring space, plunging into Su Rui's brow.

Instantly, vast, scorching demonic qi roiled within him, flooding his mind with arcane incantations.

The Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art's secrets poured in like a torrent, splitting his head with agony—yet thrilling him to shudders.

"Remember: cultivate with desire as your guide. Indulge your greed and evil thoughts—the wilder, the faster your progress!"

The Demon Venerable's voice faded: "Don't disappoint me, brat... grow strong soon..."

As the last echo died, Su Rui collapsed, drenched in sweat.

But his eyes burned with terrifying light!

He struggled to sit cross-legged, ignoring the soul-rending pain, and circulated the new routes.

Just one cycle!

Boom—!

Heaven-earth qi surged toward ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠him like drawn by an invisible colossus, hundreds, thousands of times faster than normal, flooding his body!

His narrow meridians were forcibly widened by the tyrannical art. The qi didn't convert to standard spirit power—instead, dark flames burned, purified, and transmuted it into inky-black demonic essence brimming with horrific energy!

A rebirth sensation made him want to howl at the heavens!

One night—that was all.

As dawn broke, Su Rui opened his eyes: from early Foundation Establishment, he had broken through to peak mid Foundation Establishment—one step from late!

"This... this is the might of an upper realm demonic art... the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art?!"

Gazing at his hands, feeling the vastly amplified power, boundless joy and ambition filled him.

At this rate, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, God Transformation... no longer dreams!

"Mu Xueyi... Li Chengxuan... wait for me!"

Su Rui licked his cracked lips, a savage grin twisting his face. "The real show... has just begun!"

At dawn, finishing his shift, Su Rui sword-flew eagerly to his remote, shabby cave abode. Declaring death seclusion to the world, he immersed fully in the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art.

Two months later.

Su Rui sat in his crude cave, black flames coiling around him, aura profound and obscured.

Layered concealment restrictions from the art warded the entrance—even a Nascent Soul passerby would sense only thin qi and an unremarkable Foundation Establishment disciple.

Who could imagine—in this forgettable cave—

Buzz—!

A pressure far exceeding late Core Formation erupted, locked tight by the restrictions, not a wisp leaking!

Su Rui's eyes opened slowly, black flames dancing in his depths.

Late Core Formation!

In two short months, from early Foundation Establishment, he had bulldozed an entire major realm, matching Mu Xueyi's twenty years of toil!

The art's dominance exceeded his wildest fantasies!

He could feel his true combat power outstripped ordinary late Core Formation.

His nascent Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame, though embryonic, could incinerate all with its world-burning trait—making him near-invincible among peers!

"Pity... Nascent Soul needs more accumulation..."

Su Rui murmured, about to continue secluding, when a familiar transmission talisman pierced the barriers and flew in.

"Old Su! Get out here! Quit jerking off in your cave—huge news!"

Su Rui frowned, swiftly circulating the art's qi-concealment divine ability. His surging late Core Formation aura receded like tides, reverting him to that bland early Foundation Establishment look. He waved away the restrictions and flashed outside.

A plump figure awaited.

Grinning goofily, also early Foundation Establishment, jovial and bold—Su Rui's rare true friend in Sword Sect, Wang Dazhuang.

Spotting Su Rui, Wang Dazhuang whispered excitedly: "Old Su, while you holed up, big shit went down! In two days, the sect's holding a dual cultivation ceremony for Senior Sister Mu Xueyi and Senior Brother Li Chengxuan! Massive affair—heads from every sect coming to witness!"

Su Rui's eyes flickered with complexity.

Wang the fatty noticed and patted his shoulder: "Sigh, Old Su, I know you're mad for her—Fatty Wang's dao heart nearly shattered hearing it... A goddess like Senior Sister Mu pairing with a man, but with Big Senior Brother? Perfect match, talented and beautiful. No place for small fries like us to object."

He expected Su Rui's devastation—everyone knew his obsession, always front row at her lectures, eyes burning.

Yet Su Rui didn't falter. Instead... his eyes gleamed with eerie excitement.

"Dual cultivation ceremony? Fatty, so... they probably haven't truly dual cultivated yet?"

Wang Dazhuang blinked: "Uh? Of course! Righteous sect prodigies—they'll wed properly post-ceremony before..."

Too indelicate, he clapped crisply—pa pa pa—in lewd mimicry.

"Good... excellent..."

Su Rui muttered, a lewd grin spreading. "Mu Xueyi... most likely still a virgin."

His voice quivered with manic glee, mind flooding with depraved visions—

Bridal chamber aglow with red candles, the stunning bride in phoenix coronet and robes, savagely stripped, baring her untouched perfect body... Those proud snow-white breasts he'd fantasized over endlessly, that slender waist leading to the forbidden valley...

All his!!

"Old Su? You... okay?" Wang Dazhuang recoiled at the sight. "Why the creepy grin? You..."

Su Rui waved him off, schooling his face: "I'm fine, thanks Fatty—this means a lot. Head back; I've preparations."

He retreated into the cave.

Wang Dazhuang scratched his head, baffled: "Weird... hearing his crush is marrying, and he's pumped like chicken blood? Seclusion must've fried his dick..."

He shook his head and left, oblivious that his words were the spark igniting a long-suppressed beast.

Cave sealed tight.

Su Rui lost all taste for cultivation.

Pacing, eyes flashing, a mad, meticulous plan coalesced.

"Ceremony night... bridal cave at Heaven Sword Peak, Li Chengxuan's abode... outer restrictions? Useless against the art's breach methods..."

"Key: subdue them both instantly—no reaction, no signals. Mu Xueyi's Sword Heart Transparent, Li Chengxuan's False Infant—hyper-vigilant."

He sat cross-legged, divine sense diving into the inheritance, searching.

"Perfect! Need stealth too... Shadow Phantom Escape: merge with shadows, vanish into night. With restrictions, undetectable unless a God Transformation probes deliberately..."

Su Rui's eyes blazed.

The Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art was encyclopedic: attacks, defenses, escapes, arrays, illusions—even dual cultivation plundering. Utterly heaven-defying!

"Li ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Chengxuan..." Su Rui sneered, cruelty flashing. "Thanks to you. Without this union and ceremony, how could I drag her from her pedestal... at her holiest, purest moment?"

He could already see it: flickering candles in the bridal chamber, Li Chengxuan helpless and raging as Su Rui stripped, toyed with, violated, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠defiled Mu Xueyi before his eyes...

The vision throbbed his cock painfully hard, demonic qi surging joyfully—his bottleneck loosening anew!

Cultivate with lust, advance with desire!

"Wait... two more days..."

Su Rui inhaled deeply, suppressing the surging dark urges, focusing utterly on mastering the Spirit-Locking Soul-Binding Array and Shadow Phantom Escape.

He'd ensure perfection, delivering an unforgettable "gift" to that fairy couple.

Two days later, Sword Sect blazed with lanterns and throngs of guests.

The dual cultivation ceremony unfolded on the Sword Debate Plaza before the main hall, grand in scale.

Core disciples from every sect gathered, even Nascent Soul elders to witness.

Sword Sect was the righteous path's pinnacle sect, and this golden pair—prodigies of the realm—were heaven's match.

On the dais, Mu Xueyi wore a lavish gown of thousand-year ice silkworm silk, gossamer layers sheer as cicada wings, veiling yet accentuating her heart-stirring curves.

Masterfully tailored, silver-threaded phoenixes adorned her chest, uplifting those towering, plump ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠snow-peaks; a spirit-jade girdle cinched her impossible waist, flaring to lush, peach-like hips teasing through the veil.

Phoenix coronet crowned her, pearl curtains half-veiling her face, adding enigma and nobility.

Her frosty aura fused with the gown's sanctity—like a celestial goddess descended, beauty beyond mortal ken.

Countless male cultivators' gazes glued to her, scorching hot enough to melt the silk, throats bobbing, breaths ragged.

Envy, jealousy, lust... hung thick in the air.

Li Chengxuan stood tall and jade-faced beside her— a matchless pair.

Mild satisfaction lit his smile as he accepted the blessings.

Su Rui lurked in the crowd's shadowed fringe, in plain outer disciple azure robes.

He lifted his gaze, piercing the throng to lock on that stunning white silhouette atop the dais.

No jealousy. No rage.

Only boiling excitement, like a hunter eyeing prey.

He watched them exchange tokens, heard the peak master proclaim the rite complete amid roaring cheers and blessings...

To him, it was mere prelude to a grand drama.

The true climax would unfold tonight, in that candlelit bridal chamber—by his hand.

"Smile... revel... After tonight, you lofty fairy maidens…, your pristine sword heart... Laozi will shatter it personally."

"Mu Xueyi, your nightmare..."

"Has only just begun."