Spiritual Spring Defiled, Fairy Humiliated Again
Su Rui returned to his cave abode, his inner desires surging like raging flames each time they were released—the perfect moment for secluded refinement.
This not only advanced his cultivation but was immensely beneficial for breaking through the fourth layer of the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art.
Though he knew the importance of treasures from his clash with Mu Xueyi, breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage was the top priority right now.
Once he formed his Nascent Soul and joined the ranks of the realm's top cultivators, he could act without such constant caution.
Yet a month passed, and he still hadn't crossed the Nascent Soul threshold.
He'd thought he was just a hair's breadth away, but the spiritual energy needed to form the Nascent Soul was vast as the sea, far exceeding his estimates.
Su Rui calculated inwardly that it would likely take several more months of grueling cultivation to truly break through.
But at this moment, he had to emerge from seclusion.
The Sword Guard Peak's Trial Sword Assembly, held every five years, was imminent. It was open only to disciples under twenty-five, and the top ten would receive a Dustfall Pill.
Of course, the pill was useless to Su Rui—its effect was to boost Core Formation chances for Foundation Establishment cultivators, mere candy to someone on the verge of Nascent Soul.
His real aim was the reward for the top three: promotion to Heaven Sword Peak disciple, taken under the wing of a Core Formation cultivator.
Heaven Sword Peak was near the spirit eye tree, its spiritual energy far richer than Sword Guard Peak's.
Opening a cave there would accelerate his Nascent Soul formation—that was Su Rui's true goal.
As for apprenticing under a Core Formation cultivator, he didn't care. Who in Sword Sect deserved to be his master?
Though if Mu Xueyi took him as a disciple, that could be fun—calling her "master" while toying with her would add extra spice.
Alas, she avoided him like the plague; she'd never accept him. He put the thought aside.
After emerging, Su Rui headed straight to Wang Dazhuang's cave, tossing a voice transmission talisman into the formation. Wang Dazhuang, sensing him, dropped the barrier and invited him in.
Su Rui entered to find the chubby fellow sitting cross-legged outside, munching spirit fruit. "Old Su, you hardly come by anymore! Always in seclusion or heading there!" Wang Dazhuang griped.
Su Rui grinned. "Gotta advance my cultivation, gear up for the Trial Sword Assembly, right?"
Wang Dazhuang's eyes bulged. "You're entering the Trial Sword Assembly? No wonder you've been holing up—plotting a big splash!"
Su Rui shot him a sidelong glance, teasing, "What about it, dead fatty? Wanna sign up with me? Go play around?"
Wang Dazhuang scratched his head, chuckling. "We're fresh in mid-Foundation Establishment, realms unsteady. It's a stretch! Heard late Foundation Establishment guys are coming, even two False Core tough nuts. We'd just be cannon fodder—no shot at top ten! And it's dangerous; no killing allowed, but swords have no eyes!"
"Cannon fodder? Fine by me—treat it as tempering!"
Su Rui chuckled lightly, a sly glint in his eyes. "What, dead fatty, you scared?"
"Scared? Laozi ain't scared of shit!"
Wang Dazhuang thumped his chest, brimming with bravado. "Let's go, bro—we're signing up now!"
And so, the pair soared off on swords, streaking as twin lights toward the registration point.
The Trial Sword Assembly signup was on a misty spiritual energy platform in Sword Guard Peak, swarming with Foundation Establishment disciples amid a cacophony of voices.
Su Rui and Wang Dazhuang had just landed when a grating voice rang out: "Yo, isn't that Junior Brother Su? A puny early Foundation Establishment like you here to sign up?"
Su Rui turned, eyes chilling.
It was Lin Hao, his childhood village playmate—arrogant prick; they'd never gotten along.
A woman clung to Lin Hao's arm: Liu Qingwan. No peerless beauty, but cute and demure, with a soft, alluring look in her eyes.
She too was Su Rui's childhood companion; they'd shared unspoken puppy love. Now she was Lin Hao's dual cultivation partner, strangers to Su Rui.
Wang Dazhuang bristled, bellowing at Lin Hao, "Open your dog eyes! Old Su's mid-Foundation Establishment now!"
"What? Mid-stage?"
Lin Hao blinked, scanning Su Rui's spiritual power—indeed mid-stage, but turbulent. He sneered. "Fresh breakthrough, realm shaky, and you dare enter? Laozi's about to hit late-stage—that's why I'm signing up! You trash, where's your guts?"
Su Rui's lips curled mockingly. "Trash? That's you, Lin Hao. All you've got."
"What'd you say?!"
Lin Hao exploded, eyes flashing murder. "Su Rui, believe laozi'll beat you toothless?"
Su Rui sneered, gaze knifelike. "Quit barking, mutt. You're not worth a second glance."
"Arrogant bastard!"
Lin Hao flushed purple, fists clenched. "Pray you don't meet me at the assembly—or I'll cripple you!"
Liu Qingwan tugged Lin Hao, soothing softly. "Bro Hao, ignore him."
She turned to Su Rui, tone pitying from on high. "Su Rui, still so immature. You know Bro Hao's now closed-door disciple of Vice Peak Lord Tongxuan Daoist—worlds apart. Bickering just embarrasses you more. Because I chose him over you? Love can't be forced."
Su Rui sneered inwardly.
Liu Qingwan was delusional. Sure, he'd fancied her as a kid, but after glimpsing Mu Xueyi's icy allure, Liu Qingwan's looks meant nothing.
He ignored her drivel; the signup called the next. He strode to the platform without a backward glance.
Wang Dazhuang wouldn't let his bro take shit. "Ugly hag, look in a mirror! Old Su's into Senior Sister Mu now—you ain't fit to lick her shoes!"
He flicked his sleeve and hurried after Su Rui.
Lin Hao sneered, malice deepening. "Senior Sister Mu? With his scum vibe, she won't spare him a look! Delusional crush—pathetic!"
Liu Qingwan shook her head faintly. "Forget it, Bro Hao. Our gap with him will only widen. No need to bicker. If we meet at the assembly, go easy. We grew up together, after all."
Lin Hao nodded outwardly. "Fine, your call." Inwardly, he scoffed—if they crossed paths, he'd make the cocky punk suffer!
Thinking of Liu Qingwan once fancying Su Rui ignited jealous fury; he'd love to cripple the bastard now!
Men were like that—how could they tolerate their dao companion ever fancying another?
Trial Sword Assembly registration ended; it would begin in five days.
In his leisure, one night Su Rui used Li Chengxuan's soul fragment as bait, voice-transmitting Mu Xueyi to come. He forced her to serve with hands and breasts for its return.
"Senior Sister Mu, last time you failed to reclaim Li Chengxuan's soul bit. Tonight, use your little hands and big tits to make laozi cum hard, and it's yours. Good deal, eh?"
Su Rui grinned viciously, eyes ravaging the massive peaks under her gauze skirt, lust blazing.
Mu Xueyi glared fiercely, suppressing shame and fury. She slowly undid her sash; the skirt slipped off, revealing moon-white undergarments hugging her curves.
Her figure was exquisite, full breasts teasing through thin fabric. Su Rui's throat tightened.
He licked his lips, crotch tented obviously.
"Get to it. No dawdling."
Su Rui growled low, eyes wolfish.
Mu Xueyi inhaled deeply, forcing calm. Her slender hands trembled toward his belt.
Undone, his iron-hard cock sprang free—ferocious, scorching.
Her cheeks flushed; she bit her lip. "Disgusting!" Yet she gripped the burning shaft.
Her palms were soft and cool, surprisingly silky. The light squeeze drew a low groan from Su Rui.
"Heh, mouth says nasty, hands honest enough."
Su Rui teased, leaning into her enveloping palm.
Mu Xueyi ignored him, adding her other hand. They alternated strokes—gentle rubs, firm pumps; fingertips grazing the sensitive ridge, making Su Rui hiss in spine-tingling pleasure.
"Not bad... harder, Senior Sister Mu. Your hands are nimbler than your swordplay."
Su Rui's eyes shut, voice mocking.
Mu Xueyi flushed crimson, hands numb from his heat, but she dared not stop.
"Hands alone ain't enough."
Su Rui's eyes snapped open, burning on her chest. "Strip the undergarment. Serve me with those big tits."
His tone crude, commanding.
Mu Xueyi shuddered, humiliated to death, but slowly slipped the straps, baring her snowy, full breasts.
Round and perky, pink tips cherry-like, quivering with lethal allure.
Su Rui stared, mesmerized, growling low. "Fuck, no matter how many times—prime goods!"
He yanked her close, making her kneel. Arms squeezed her soft peaks around his shaft.
Her bosom was warm, silky as cream, clamping his heat in suffocating bliss.
"Move!"
Su Rui barked, hands on her shoulders.
Mu Xueyi gritted her teeth, enduring shame. Hands cupping her breasts, she slid up and down, friction from her full mounds teasing his cock.
Her motions raw but seductive; flesh deformed under pressure, tips brushing sensitive spots. Su Rui swore in ecstasy. "Fuck, too goddamn good! Senior Sister Mu, these tits were made for laozi!"
"Shut up, pervert!"
Mu Xueyi's peach-blossom eyes blazed shame; she gnashed her teeth, speeding up, breasts squeezing and rubbing—hoping to end this humiliation fast.
Su Rui panted raggedly, scalp numb. Hands fisting her hair, he roared, "Faster! Laozi's cumming!"
Finally, amid fierce tit-fucking and handwork, Su Rui grunted, hot spurts erupting into her deep cleavage—sticky, scalding.
Mu Xueyi jerked her head away, shame and rage warring; her chest a mess.
Breath heaving, bosom rising-falling, she suppressed humiliation, rising barefoot to the nearby pool.
The pool shimmered with spiritual light—Su Rui's precious spiritual spring, nurtured by secret arts for cultivation drinks.
Mu Xueyi scooped clear water without hesitation, splashing her snowy breasts to wash the sticky filth.
"Hey! That's laozi's cultivation drinking spring!"
Su Rui bolted upright, frowning, pained.
Mu Xueyi sneered, rinsing on; water traced her glossy skin in tempting curves.
She glanced sidelong, mocking. "What? This filth came from you, pervert. Scared? Drink up—the spiritual energy's intact!"
Rare sight of the perv pissed off; her peach eyes gleamed triumph.
Su Rui's face darkened, lips twitching. "Same thing? Say laozi fingered your White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole—I'd lick your slut juice fine. But eat my own load? Who the fuck would?"
"Nonsense!"
Mu Xueyi rolled her eyes, drying off, donning undergarment and skirt to veil her allure. "No more filthy talk. Hand it over!"
"Hand what?"
Su Rui, irked by the defiled spring, played dumb.
Mu Xueyi's brows shot up, eyes flashing; spiritual light bloomed in her palm with a clear ring—Minglan unsheathed!
"Whoa, Senior Sister Mu, easy!"
Su Rui raised hands, grinning roguishly. "Joking! Look at you freak."
He leisurely drew a gloom vessel from his storage pouch, flicking—one soul fragment drifted out, faintly glowing.
Mu Xueyi's eyes sharpened, sheathing her sword. Delicate hands gently caught the fragment like a treasure, sealing it in a jade vial for soul-nurturing; soft green light stabilized it.
Done, she turned to leave but paused, glancing coldly. "You're entering the Trial Sword Assembly?"
Su Rui arched a brow, rising to adjust clothes, smile loaded. "Senior Sister Mu, you track laozi's moves well."
He leaned close, breath hot on her ear. "So into me?"
"A perv like you? Gotta watch, lest you prey on other sect sisters!"
Mu Xueyi snapped coldly, wariness spiking.
Su Rui laughed heartily, eyes sly, voice dropping teasingly. "Relax—for now, laozi's only into the Cultivation World's number one beauty: you."
He pivoted. "Right, top three get Core Formation masters. How 'bout it, Senior Sister Mu—take this high-potential stock?"
"No interest!"
Mu Xueyi glared daggers, vanishing as white escape light from the cave.
Su Rui eyed her fading figure, scoffing, settling back on the stone couch. Gaze on the pool: "What a waste of that spiritual spring."