Minglan Probes the Heart, The Lewd Thief Takes a Master
The Dustfall Pill was useless to Su Rui, but he couldn't skip claiming it—Jade Balance True Person would surely grow suspicious. He had no desire to draw the attention of a Nascent Soul cultivator just yet.
The next day, Su Rui arrived at the Merit Pavilion right on time.
Leveraging his third-place finish in the Sword Trial Assembly, he smoothly collected a Dustfall Pill swirling with spiritual energy.
As he made his way back, discussions buzzed endlessly around him.
His meteoric rise yesterday—coupled with being fought over by the sect's two brightest fairy maidens—had made him the center of everyone's attention.
Casually tossing the Dustfall Pill into his storage pouch, Su Rui left the Treasure Pavilion. Just outside the doors, he bumped into Lin Hao and Liu Qingwan. Talk about enemies on a narrow path.
Liu Qingwan was dressed in a water-green skirt today, which made her skin look even fairer. Spotting Su Rui, she froze for a moment before quickly lowering her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her dress, her expression complicated.
Lin Hao, however, strode forward with a fake smile plastered on his face. He deliberately raised his voice to draw the surrounding disciples' ears: "Junior Brother Su, congratulations! Not only did you make a name for yourself at the assembly, but you even got taken under Fairy Mu's wing. I lost fair and square."
With that, he pivoted sharply, intimately draping an arm around Liu Qingwan's fragrant shoulder: "Qingwan and I are heading back to the village to wed in seven days. We're fellow villagers who grew up together, after all—this cup of wedding wine, you have to come drink it."
His words sounded polite, but they were laced with malice.
Knowing he couldn't suppress Su Rui directly anymore, he aimed to stab at his heart with the wedding—after all, Liu Qingwan had once shared an unspoken affection with Su Rui.
Su Rui's gaze lingered for a moment on Liu Qingwan's pale face before curling into a mocking half-smile. He drawled leisurely, "How could I miss Senior Brother Lin and Junior Sister Liu's big day? Rest assured, I'll prepare a generous gift and attend in person to offer my congratulations."
He emphasized "generous gift" with deliberate weight, making Lin Hao's brow twitch and Liu Qingwan's shoulders shudder.
Su Rui spared them no further glance, summoning his flying sword and transforming into a streak of light as he shot toward the Transmission Pavilion.
Under the curious stares of the Transmission Pavilion's attendant disciples, he claimed the jade token signifying his status as a Heaven Sword Peak disciple.
The token felt cool to the touch, engraved with the characters "Heaven Sword." Injecting a thread of spiritual power linked it to the massive prohibition enveloping Heaven Sword Peak.
With this token, he passed straight through the water-like barrier of light into the peak's interior.
In truth, with the bizarre methods of his Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art, he could silently dismantle such prohibitions without even triggering an alarm—but now with legitimate status, he spared himself the effort.
Heaven Sword Peak brimmed with dense spiritual energy. He flew straight toward the highest subpeak, Flowing Cloud Subpeak.
Flowing Cloud Peak nestled beside the spirit eye tree, its qi thick as mist, with roiling cloud seas at the summit like an immortal paradise.
Only in Core Formation could one claim an entire subpeak—and across the entire Sword Sect, Mu Xueyi alone enjoyed such privilege.
With her heavenly spiritual root and Sword Heart Transparent divine ability, her future achievements would never stop at Nascent Soul. She had the potential to break through to God Transformation or even ascend, so the sect poured its resources into nurturing her.
Atop Flowing Cloud Peak, Mu Xueyi stood in an ice-blue gown on a sword arena carved from white jade.
Before her, a male and female disciple practiced their swordplay.
The male disciple was about nineteen, tall and upright with a stern face, clad impeccably in inner disciple robes. His strikes were sharp and steady, his cultivation already at False Core realm.
Sensing someone approach, he sheathed his sword and turned, looking up.
The female disciple beside him appeared only fourteen or fifteen, also in inner disciple robes with twin buns, her eyes lively and cute—destined to grow into a kingdom-toppling beauty.
She wielded a small green-jade sword, practicing vigorously. Seeing her senior brother stop and look up, she paused too, peering over with a grin: "Senior Brother Qin Zhe, what are you looking at? Who's here?"
Mu Xueyi had sensed Su Rui's arrival long ago but didn't turn, standing aloof and cold as if he were merely a passing breeze.
Su Rui descended from midair on his sword, walking the rest of the way to the arena's edge before sheathing it.
The girl bounced over immediately, craning her neck to size him up with eyes full of curiosity and mischief: "Wow! You're the junior brother Master snatched yesterday, right? I'm Yun Zhixun!"
She puffed out her still-flat chest, acting mature: "From now on, you call me Senior Sister Yun! Got it?"
Su Rui nodded lightly: "Sure, Senior Sister Yun."
Unripe fruit held no appeal for him. After brushing her off casually, his gaze had already locked onto Mu Xueyi.
"Zhixun, mind your manners."
Mu Xueyi's cold voice rang out.
Her peach-blossom eyes met Su Rui's, that lecher's gaze always filling her with disgust.
Suppressing her revulsion, Mu Xueyi said icily: "You, follow me."
She instructed her two disciples: "Qin Zhe, Zhixun, keep practicing. Zhixun, that 'Flowing Cloud Return Wind' stance—you need three hundred more repetitions."
"Ah? Three hundred?"
Yun Zhixun's little face fell, shooting Su Rui a resentful glance and muttering under her breath: "All your fault..."
Su Rui couldn't help but chuckle, following Mu Xueyi toward a nearby exquisite palace hall.
Mu Xueyi walked ahead, her figure swaying gracefully, the ice-blue skirt flowing like water over the ground, outlining her breathtaking waist and hip curves.
Trailing behind, Su Rui's eyes roamed shamelessly over her wriggling peach-like rear, his mind flashing to the dual cultivation ceremony night—pounding into that ass from behind, sending waves rippling through it, and pumping her full with ruthless creampies.
A savage grin tugged at his lips, his massive cock already stirring, tenting his robes obscenely.
Mu Xueyi seemed to sense it, whipping around abruptly. Her peach-blossom eyes flashed with sword-like chill as she glared at his crotch—but ultimately held back, quickening her pace, making the curves under her gauze skirt even more tantalizing.
Entering the hall, a cool, ethereal fragrance washed over them, identical to Mu Xueyi's scent.
The interior was simply elegant: white jade tables, green gauze curtains, no excess adornments, yet exuding a transcendent charm.
Su Rui glanced around, his eyes brushing the soft couch covered in snow-white beast pelt. He murmured with a light chuckle: "Senior Sister Mu... Master's bedchamber is quite unique. Wonder when I can fuck Master's tight White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole right here?"
Mu Xueyi's pretty face frosted over, her voice like ice: "You lecher, still ruled by base lusts—utterly depraved."
Su Rui shrugged, grinning more wickedly: "Who asked Master to be born so stunning? If it were any other woman—even handed to laozi on a platter—I might not bother fucking her."
"Absurd!"
Mu Xueyi eyed him coldly: "Don't call me Master yet. I haven't decided to take you."
Su Rui frowned slightly: "What do you mean, Master? At yesterday's Sword Trial Assembly, with everyone watching, you personally said you'd accept me as your disciple. Regretting it now?"
Mu Xueyi snorted coldly, her voice crisp as frost: "Mu Xueyi's word is her bond—I never go back on it!"
Natal Spirit Sword "Minglan" summons forth, sword-body flowing with spiritual light, radiating a chilling sword intent that shakes the soul, aimed straight at Su Rui's brow!
"But whether you're worthy to enter my tutelage requires withstanding one strike from me—the Heart-Probing Sword!"
"Heart-Probing Sword? Fine, what's one sword from you?"
A glint of mockery flashed in Su Rui's eyes. Mere sword intent trying to shake laozi's demonic heart forged by the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art? What a joke!
Mu Xueyi's aura shifted abruptly, her voice solemn: "You're sure you want to take it? This sword harms no flesh, only probes the soul. It knocks at the heart's gate, revealing your true self. If your Dao heart is pure, free of guilt or regret, you'll pass unscathed. If unsteady, you'll suffer at minimum mental damage—at worst, your Dao foundation shatters!"
Her peach-blossom eyes shimmered as Minglan's edge hummed: "Su Rui, if you abandon thoughts of being my disciple and leave now, it's not too late."
Facing the piercing sword intent that could rattle even Core Formation cultivators' souls, Su Rui just smiled leisurely, stepping forward with hands behind his back, his eyes burning with even more lechery: "Regret? Laozi's determined to take you as master now—fucking you will be that much more thrilling! Bring on your piddling Heart-Probing Sword!"
Mu Xueyi said no more. Her beautiful eyes focused, jade finger pointing lightly. Minglan emitted a clear, soul-piercing chime, transforming into a pure beam of intent-sword light that ignored the flesh, stabbing straight into Su Rui's brow and sea of consciousness!
Boom!
Su Rui felt the world around him warp violently, as if plunging into an endless sea of the heart.
Memories surged like tides—childhood orphanhood after his parents' death, alone and destitute; Liu Qingwan's betrayal, throwing herself into Lin Hao's arms; falling for Mu Xueyi at first sight upon entering the sect, only to learn she had a dual cultivation partner; the baleful qi of the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art eroding his mind amid schemes and plots; and the ecstasy of the dual cultivation ceremony night, pinning Mu Xueyi under him and ravaging her at will...
Heart demons spawned illusions, dragging him toward abysses of guilt and confusion, forcing his deepest flaws to the surface.
Yet at the core of Su Rui's mind, that point of spiritual light gleamed mirror-clear, reflecting myriad illusions without stirring.
All demonic ripples that touched his utterly clear consciousness melted away like ice under the sun.
In his heart-sea, the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art's infernal blaze bloomed as a black lotus, devouring stray thoughts—leaving only his lewd ambitions and supreme demonic path burning fiercer.
Time lost meaning—perhaps ages passed, or just an instant. The sword light faded, Minglan humming softly in apparent approval before streaking back into its sheath. The suffocating sword intent in the hall dissipated.
Su Rui stood unmoved, robes unruffled, a playful smirk on his lips as he eyed Mu Xueyi: "Master, that Heart-Probing Sword had a unique flavor. Did this disciple pass the test?"
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