Wet Under the Moonlight, Unyielding Sword Heart
Heaven Sword Peak also concealed a secluded valley rarely trodden by human feet.
At its deepest recess flowed a crystal-clear stream.
Under the moonlight's glow, the water's surface shimmered like scattered silver strewn across the earth.
Beside the riverbank, a graceful silhouette flickered in and out of view, like a shattered immortal painting—tragically beautiful and utterly isolated.
Mu Xueyi stood alone in the river, her snow-white gauze dress soaked through by the icy waters, clinging wetly to her flawless, voluptuous body.
The hem outlined her towering, perky breasts and plump, peach-like rear, curves so seductive they could make any man's blood boil and lust ignite.
Her slender hands frantically scrubbed at her chest; the chill river water could wash away the glaring white stains, but it couldn't cleanse the humiliation searing her heart.
Just moments ago, she had been forced to service that lecher's filthy monstrosity with these proud, magnificent breasts.
Every rub, every spurt of filth, had been like a blade gouging her heart, shattering her pride.
Now, she only wanted to scrub away these shameful traces as quickly as possible, erase that nauseating musky sweetness, and barely reclaim a shred of her sect's heavenly prodigy's icy poise.
The pure spring lapped at her snow-white bosom; an immortal's bath should have been unwitnessed, sacred and untouchable.
Yet as Mu Xueyi stepped onto the bank, she suddenly sensed a scorching gaze like a venomous serpent, brazenly raking over her translucent garb, as if intent on stripping her bare.
"Who’s there?!"
She cried out sharply, her left hand flying to shield her soaked, heaving chest while spiritual light flickered in her right palm—Ming Lan nearly unsheathed.
"No need to tense up, Senior Sister Mu. It's me."
That familiar lecherous voice slithered in like a serpent's hiss.
Mu Xueyi turned toward the sound and saw Su Rui lounging against a jagged boulder, his shifty eyes greedily devouring her drenched gown, a savage grin twisting his lips.
His gaze cut like a knife, unmasked as it probed every inch of her skin, as if to devour her whole.
What chilled her most was how this scoundrel had tailed her here undetected, peeping on her bath.
His evasion arts were eerily unpredictable, far beyond her senses—even her Sword Heart Transparent spiritual awareness hadn't caught a whiff!
"Senior Sister Mu, no point hiding. Which part of you haven't I seen or touched? Drop your hand—let laozi admire those wet big tits again!"
Su Rui chuckled lewdly, his tone as arrogant and vulgar as ever.
But Mu Xueyi kept her hand firmly over her breasts, her face frosty as ice: "You've had your way twice tonight. What more do you want, stalking me here?"
"Senior Sister Mu, I've still got questions for you. You slipped away on a beam of light right after laozi finished—had to chase you down for answers, didn't I?"
At his words, Mu Xueyi recalled their bet: beyond the titjob for losing, she had to answer his questions truthfully.
"What more depraved questions? Are you really asking how big my breasts are? Haven't you already..."
She paused, shame and fury nearly grinding her teeth to dust: "...groped them?"
Her voice carried humiliation and sarcasm, but couldn't hide the faint tremble at its end, betraying her inner turmoil.
Su Rui's lewd grin widened, his eyes roaming her soaked form: "How big are Senior Sister Mu's tits? Laozi knows full well! So huge one hand can't grasp them, firm as peaks, soft as immortal spirit buns—pure ecstasy to squeeze!"
He reined in his grin, tone shifting: "But what laozi wants to know now is, what's the deal with our senior brother Li Chengxuan these days?"
Mu Xueyi snorted coldly, mocking: "What 'deal'? As the culprit, how could you not know? You ripped out three of his souls and six spirits—he's a hollow shell now, without a spark of life!"
"That's not what laozi's asking!"
Su Rui shook his head, voice grave: "With Li Chengxuan turned into that vegetable, what's the sect elders' reaction? That peak Nascent Soul elder, his master—nothing at all?"
Mu Xueyi's brows furrowed slightly; she instantly grasped this thug was probing if his crimes from the dual cultivation ceremony night had been exposed.
She pressed her lips tight, unwilling to reveal a scrap—keeping him in the dark might make him hesitate.
But a bet lost was a bet lost; Mu Xueyi honored her word. After a moment's inner struggle, she parted her lips and spoke the truth...
After the nightmare of the dual cultivation ceremony night, Mu Xueyi knew Li Chengxuan's souls being forcibly extracted couldn't be hidden from the sect.
Swallowing her humiliation, she reported it herself—but cleverly omitted Su Rui's traces, claiming only a mysterious cultivator breached her cave abode's seals, defiled her purity, then used weird means to rip out Li Chengxuan's three souls and six spirits.
This foe had slipped through layers of seals unseen, subdued her and Li Chengxuan in an instant—silencing even their distress signals. No ordinary cultivator could manage that.
Sect leaders speculated his cultivation was at least late Nascent Soul, possibly brushing God Transformation.
With such a foe possibly lurking in the sect, the higher-ups were furious but dared not act rashly, fearing to alert him. They could only investigate covertly.
"I see—so that's why the sect's stayed calm."
Su Rui nodded, relieved, but pressed: "Why'd those old monsters buy your story? Compared to some phantom late Nascent Soul sneak attack, you as Li Chengxuan's dual cultivation partner—striking when his guard was down to rip his souls—wouldn't that be child's play?"
In these times, dao companions coveting each other's treasures and striking from the shadows wasn't rare.
Mu Xueyi replied coolly: "Some may suspect me, but Senior Brother Chengxuan's master, Purple Sun True Person, overruled them, declaring I could never commit such a heartless atrocity."
Su Rui chuckled lowly: "Heh, that old coot trusts you. Makes sense—our Senior Sister Mu is aloof as frost, heart pure as moonlight, bodhisattva-kind. How could she harm a fellow disciple? Let alone her own dao companion."
This wasn't mockery; Mu Xueyi's character truly was spotless and kind.
Otherwise, she couldn't have endured Su Rui's torments.
Mu Xueyi's brows furrowed, voice icy: "Shut your mouth—I need no false flattery from a lecher like you!"
"Kekeke, Senior Sister Mu misunderstands. Laozi's not flattering—just saying, the kind get ridden. A fairy like you, pure-hearted and immaculate, is doomed to be pinned under villains like laozi!"
Su Rui laughed, eyes gleaming with lust and cunning, tone mocking with a bite.
Mu Xueyi's pretty face chilled: "Nonsense! Evil can never triumph over righteousness! With your vile nature, you're forever barred from the Great Dao—you'll reap what you sow!"
"Great Dao? Laozi's technique thrives on vileness to forge the supreme path! Know you not some methods are built on desire, tempered in humiliation?"
"No such absurd technique exists! Unless you're cultivating demonic arts... Hmph, as I suspected—you've fallen to the demonic path!"
"So what? Demonic or righteous—as long as it makes laozi stronger, who cares? Besides, myriad paths to the Dao—all converge in the end."
"Perhaps, but demonic cultivators? Nine in ten end in qi deviation."
Demonic arts were demonic because they burned the body as fuel, the soul as flame—a shortcut that consumed the self.
Orthodox methods drew heavenly spiritual qi, advancing steadily, nurturing dantian and purple mansion like streams to rivers—vast yet stable.
Demonic paths reversed this: seizing others' cultivation and essence blood, driven by wicked emotions, or channeling nether fiends' savage energies straight into the body.
Early gains were explosive, power terrifying—but the seeds of doom were sown.
At any heart fluctuation or critical juncture, heart demons could erupt. Even suppressed short-term, over years, the mind warped.
Cruelty, bloodlust, paranoia, suspicion... vices amplified endlessly, until the self was forgotten—a monster of slaughter and ruin, drowning in endless torment, never to ascend.
That was true 'demonic possession'.
Su Rui's Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art fell into this category, fueled by lustful emotions; one slip, and the same fate.
He knew it well, but suppressing heart demons was simple.
Su Rui licked his lips, eyes brazenly scanning Mu Xueyi's translucent gown and hidden curves, leering: "Qi deviation? Laughable. As long as laozi can fuck the Cultivation World's top beauty—you—and vent the fire, what heart demon could stir?"
Mu Xueyi's face turned ashen; she ground her teeth, voice frigid: "Su Rui, you may have me for a moment, but never for life!"
With a flick of her wrist, Ming Lan sang free, lethal intent condensing like substance, thrusting at Su Rui's brow: "Once I reclaim all of Chengxuan's souls, we'll settle life and death! It won't end like tonight."
Su Rui turned slowly, back to Ming Lan, leaving a low, meaningful chuckle: "Senior Sister Mu, laozi's always ready. But remember..."
His tone plunged dark, laced with inescapable malice: "No matter how you resist, you'll never escape laozi's palm."
Black flames surged from his robes, swallowing his form in an instant.
When they faded, only a coiling wisp of scorched ash lingered—no sign of Su Rui.
Mu Xueyi stood alone in the wind, knuckles white as bone.
Ming Lan hummed ceaselessly, reflecting the resolute chill in her eyes.
"If fate decrees I can't break free of your demonic snare..."
A near-silent vow escaped her lips: "Then I'll burn my golden core, shatter my dao foundation—and drag you to the Yellow Springs with me."
Mu Xueyi would never yield to evil and crooked paths—not even in death!