Master's Jade Lips, Snow Peaks Trembling
Mu Xueyi's willow brows furrowed tightly, a flash of undisguised astonishment passing through her bright, alluring peach-blossom eyes.
She had thought Su Rui harbored wicked intentions and would surely reveal a flaw under the edge of the Heart-Inquiring Sword. Yet his resolve toward the Dao was as unyielding as bedrock, without the slightest trace of confusion!
No wonder he cultivated demonic arts yet dared claim he would never succumb to qi deviation. With such a steadfast Dao heart, it was indeed hard for heart demons to crush him.
After a moment of silence, she sighed helplessly. "Since you've passed the Heart-Inquiring trial, I will take you as my disciple. Now, perform the rites of apprenticeship—kneel."
Su Rui's brows furrowed, his expression displeased. "What? You want laozi to kneel to you? Mu-shijie, you think just 'cause you've got a 'master' title now, laozi's gonna bow his head?"
Mu Xueyi eyed him coldly, her tone laced with sarcasm. "What's wrong? Aren't the apprenticeship rites always like this? Besides, how many times have you made me kneel to you? Now that it's your turn to return the favor once, you're unwilling?"
Su Rui's eyes glinted with cunning at her words. He chuckled lowly. "Fine then, Master. Accept this disciple's bow."
He slowly bent his knee—but only one, his posture laced with defiance and wild arrogance.
Mu Xueyi didn't demand he kneel on both knees or perform the tedious three bows and nine kowtows.
She knew full well that for this lecherous thief, even a single knee was a massive concession.
She drew a deep breath, suppressing her inner discomfort, and said gravely, "Su Rui, now that you've entered my tutelage, you must follow certain rules..."
"Hold it!"
Su Rui cut her off without ceremony, impatience in his tone. "Don't gimme that rules bullshit. Laozi ain't followin' your phony crap. More importantly..."
He paused deliberately, his gaze shifting slowly toward the quiet chamber on the right side of the hall. With an evil grin, he continued, "Senior Brother's in there, right? Now that you're my master, don't that make Senior Brother my master-in-law? Outta respect and reason, as his junior, laozi's gotta go 'pay respects' and show some filial piety."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than he strode toward the chamber with that wicked smile.
"Su Rui! What do you think you're doing? Stop!!"
Mu Xueyi's lovely face changed, her voice rising sharply. Her slender hand swiftly formed seals, spiritual light flashing in her palm as streaks of azure runes shot like flowing lights toward the chamber entrance. They transformed into a thin, gossamer barrier as tough as forged iron, sword qi crisscrossing faintly within the shimmering glow, attempting to block Su Rui's entry.
"Not bad, Master. This barrier's way stronger than the one I busted through in your cave abode that night at the dual cultivation ceremony."
Su Rui's lips curved slightly, his tone carrying a mocking note of praise. Then his eyes chilled. "But in front of laozi, it's still worthless."
Black flames ignited in his palm. With a casual swipe, he tore the barrier apart, its fragments dissolving amid the spiritual light.
Mu Xueyi's heart jolted. Though she'd expected her barrier couldn't stop this expert, she hadn't thought it wouldn't even last a moment before he brute-forced it open.
Seeing Su Rui already stepping into the chamber, fury and alarm flashed in her eyes. With no choice, she hurried after him.
Inside the chamber, a warming bed carved from spiritual jade emitted a soft glow, spiritual energy swirling around it like a clear spring, nourishing the figure lying upon it.
On the bed lay Li Chengxuan.
His eyes were dull and lifeless, his face ashen as paper, lips cracked and dry, his breath faint.
His long hair hung disheveled over his shoulders, the once-heroic features now bearing only a heart-chilling pallor of death.
"Heh heh..."
Su Rui chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with mockery and glee. "Sword Sect's top genius after you, Mu Xueyi—the Senior Brother with that unique spiritual root—reduced to this pathetic state. What a pity. Heh heh... Though, truth be told, laozi's the fuckin' culprit."
Malice filled his eyes, as if savoring his own handiwork.
Mu Xueyi followed close behind, standing by the warming bed. Her gaze fell on Li Chengxuan's lifeless face, her heart twisting like a knife.
She had reclaimed one soul and one spirit from Su Rui, barely "awakening" him, but he remained a vegetable, devoid of any awareness.
Suppressing her grief and rage, she clenched her teeth and snapped, "Enough! You've already ruined Chengxuan like this—must you humiliate him further?!"
"Humiliate?"
Su Rui turned slowly, his gaze on Mu Xueyi brimming with lechery. His voice dropped low, carrying a chilling pressure. "Master, this disciple ain't just gonna verbally humiliate him. I'm gonna play with his woman right in front of him—again!"
Mu Xueyi's face drained of color at his words, her peach-blossom eyes glaring at him with hatred. "What do you want?"
Su Rui's gaze lingered on her flawless face before fixing on her rosy lips. "Master, you wanna get back another of Senior Brother's spirit? With one soul and two spirit, he might regain a bit of awareness. Sure, he'd be like a three-year-old at best, but at least he could get up and walk, keep you company when you're bored."
Mu Xueyi's brows knit tightly, pain and conflict flickering in her eyes.
Her hands clenched into fists within her sleeves, nails digging into her palms, the sting barely keeping her clear-headed.
For Li Chengxuan, she'd already sacrificed too much—even crossing her own bottom line time and again.
Now, facing Su Rui's naked threat once more, her heart bled.
But no matter what, she'd agree. She'd resolved to endure any humiliation until she reclaimed all of Li Chengxuan's three souls and six spirit.
"This time... what do you want me to do?"
After a long pause, Mu Xueyi lowered her gaze, her voice heavy with resignation.
Triumph flashed in Su Rui's eyes, his tone flippant. "Simple, Master. Let me kiss those sweet lips of yours."
Mu Xueyi's heart trembled. Compared to his prior demands of handjobs and titfucks, a kiss was indeed simpler.
She bit her lower lip, her voice quivering. "Can't we... go somewhere else? Or my room."
She didn't want to be defiled by this lecher in front of Li Chengxuan again.
Su Rui, ever the sly fox, saw through her reluctance instantly. A low, scornful chuckle rumbled from his throat, raw mockery in his words. "Master, at this point, what're you still shy about? Back then, I pinned you on the bed, popped your virgin cherry, kneaded those fat tits till they were red, slammed that peachy ass from behind, and flooded your White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole with my cum. What position hasn't he seen? Now it's just a kiss—you too scared to do it in front of him?"
Mu Xueyi closed her eyes, lashes trembling faintly, her voice barely audible. "Don't say it. I agree... right here."
Su Rui licked his lips, grinning lewdly. "Then why ain't you comin' over?"
Mu Xueyi bit her teeth, swallowing her shame and fury, and approached him with hesitant steps.
Her figure swayed gracefully like a willow, the thin gauze skirt trailing lightly, outlining her exquisite curves—the plump breasts, slender waist that could be spanned by one hand, perky peach-like rear. Every inch exuded lethal temptation.
Su Rui's gaze raked over her body like a starving wolf, naked and scorching with predatory lust, as if already stripping and devouring her.
Mu Xueyi stopped before him, frost in her eyes. "You'd better keep your word."
Su Rui arched a brow, grinning wildly. "When has this disciple ever lied to Master?"
"Fine..."
Mu Xueyi's voice was a shattered whisper of humiliation. "Then... come on."
Ferocity flashed in Su Rui's eyes. Without a word, his large hand gripped the back of her head, her silky black hair cascading like a waterfall, yanking her into his embrace and claiming her soft lips.
Mu Xueyi's body stiffened, her hands clenching instinctively, but she forced herself not to resist.
Su Rui's kiss was domineering and scorching, plundering aggressively. His tongue pried open her teeth, tangling wildly with hers.
After a long moment, their lips parted.
Mu Xueyi panted, a flush staining her cheeks, shame and fury in her eyes. "That enough?"
"One kiss? How's that enough?"
Su Rui licked his lips, desire burning hotter. "Lemme kiss a bit longer. Stick out your tongue."
"Shameless!"
Mu Xueyi hissed lowly, her voice trembling, but she obeyed, extending her fragrant tongue, humiliation filling her eyes.
Su Rui cackled, leaning down to kiss her again, his tongue entwining hers in lewd, wet sounds.
His left hand roamed restlessly to her ample snow peaks, kneading them through the thin gauze. His right slid to her perky peach rear, pinching hard, making her body quiver lightly.
The icy blue gauze skirt felt silky as water against his skin, accentuating her curves all the more bewitchingly.
"You!"
Mu Xueyi shoved him back a step, anger in her voice. "We agreed—just a kiss!"
"Don't resist!"
Su Rui's tone turned icy, laced with threat. "Laozi ain't even fingering your White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole yet—that's me givin' Master face. Don't push your luck, or laozi might just renege."
Mu Xueyi's heart sank, despair flickering in her eyes.
For Li Chengxuan, she could only grit her teeth and endure, letting his hands roam freely over her body.
Su Rui's fingers teased her sensitive skin, igniting waves of shameful heat.
Her breathing quickened, her face flushing crimson as if to bleed, her curves under the gauze skirt even more alluring in the candlelight.
Seizing her momentary daze, Su Rui yanked open the tie of her chest gauze, exposing swathes of snowy skin and her quivering snow peaks, barely covered by her undergarments—yet all the more tempting.
His large hand dove into her bra, grasping the full softness, kneading wildly. His fingers toyed with her hardening nipples, forcing a low moan from her as shame and pleasure intertwined, her body shuddering uncontrollably.
"Fuckin' soft. Master, these tits still feel so damn good to squeeze."
Su Rui growled lewdly, leaning to nibble her snowy neck, teeth maliciously grazing her sensitive earlobe, hot breath spraying her ear, sending jolts through her trembling frame like electric shocks.
His tongue licked the delicate skin behind her ear, wet and invasive, making her breath hitch.
His right hand slyly slipped under her icy blue skirt, rubbing her thigh roots through her thin panties, fingers wickedly scraping her hidden White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole. Damp heat seeped through, teasing her legs to weakness, nearly collapsing into his arms.
Her honeyed rear clenched instinctively, accentuating its perky curve, stoking his abdominal fire hotter.
If he weren't set on conquering her step by step, he'd have buried his massive cock in her honey hole right now—instead of just groping.
"You... stop! You've broken the deal! If you go further, I—I won't submit!"
Mu Xueyi's body quaked violently, her peach-blossom eyes glaring icily at Su Rui.
Ferocity gleamed in Su Rui's eyes, a mocking sneer curling his lips. "Heh heh, Master's little mouth is stubborn, but this slutty body's shakin' like it's lovin' it."
Mu Xueyi bit her lip. "It's just physiological instinct!"
Her gaze grew colder. Su Rui knew pushing further would make her snap, so he backed off reluctantly. "Fine, this disciple'll spare Master for today."
Mu Xueyi staggered back, her gauze skirt disheveled, chest heaving wildly, bra half-open to reveal snowy skin. Hatred and shame warred in her eyes, as if she'd carve him a thousand times.
"Don't be so mad. Here's the spirit this disciple promised."
Su Rui chuckled lightly, leisurely drawing a vessel of ghostly light from his storage pouch. A wisp of soul essence floated out, hovering before her with faint spiritual glow—Li Chengxuan's missing spirit.
Mu Xueyi's expression softened slightly. She hastily straightened her disheveled icy blue gauze skirt, trying to cover the exposed snowy breasts and thigh-root spring scenery beneath her half-open bra.
Her fingertips trembled with humiliation, her wondrous curves flickering in the candlelight, silently recounting the recent shame.
Su Rui licked his lips, his voice husky and vulgar. "Master, this icy blue gauze skirt's slippery as water—feels fuckin' heavenly to touch. Next time, skip the damn bra and panties. Lemme grope those fat tits and your drippin' White Tiger hole right through the thin gauze. The feel'll be unbeatable!"
Mu Xueyi ignored the filthy talk, knowing any response would only excite this lecher more.
Spiritual light flowed from her fingertips as she carefully guided the remnant spirit, her movements gentle yet urgent, desperate only to merge it into Li Chengxuan and hope for a spark of clarity from his haze.
Seeing Mu Xueyi completely ignoring him, Su Rui lost interest. He turned leisurely, striding out with swagger, tossing back a final crude taunt that echoed in the chamber: "Master, remember this disciple's advice. Next time we meet, laozi wants to feel what it's like with nothin' underneath!"