In Azure Cloud Hall, the Fairy Probes
Su Rui leisurely tied the belt of his azure robe, his gaze indifferently sweeping over the disheveled bedchamber.
Liu Qingwan lay limp on the bed, her snow-white body marked with mottled red traces. Her soft pants had yet to subside, her rear entrance swollen red, thick white semen slowly overflowing from her honey slit and trickling down her thighs—an utterly lascivious sight.
Her chest heaved dramatically, her autumn-water eyes half-lidded in the lingering haze of climax, yet laced with a complex emotion: part shame, part reluctant attachment.
Seeing Su Rui about to leave, Liu Qingwan forced her weakened body upright, her voice hoarse with urgency. "Su Rui, you said you didn't want complications, but if you keep me here, trouble will never end."
Su Rui paused, turning to glance at her sidelong, a mocking smirk curling his lips. "So eager to throw yourself to death?"
Liu Qingwan shook her head. "No one wants to die. Even after what happened today, I want to live properly... it's just..."
She bit her lip, a flicker of tenderness and struggle in her eyes. "I'm worried about you."
Su Rui sneered, his tone laced with teasing scorn. "Did laozi fuck you stupid? Laozi killed the husband you bowed to in marriage rites—why worry about me?"
Liu Qingwan's pretty face paled, her voice barely audible. "I... maybe my feelings for you reignited from the ashes? Even though you... roughly claimed my body, you've only grown more important in my heart. Lin Hao sold me out to save his skin; I stopped caring for him long ago. But you..."
Her voice trailed off, tinged with self-mockery and shame. "I know I'm pretty cheap, but I won't deny it."
Su Rui's eyes narrowed slightly, chuckling derisively. "Yeah, pretty cheap. Don't worry—you won't die."
Liu Qingwan froze, lifting her gaze. "Then... what should I do?"
Su Rui turned away, his tone casual. "Just report back to the sect as is. I'll handle the arrangements. As for how you report to the sect... up to you. Even if you sell me out, fine."
With that, black demonic flames flickered around him, transforming into a streak of inky escaping light that vanished from the wedding chamber in an instant, leaving faint spiritual fluctuations in the air.
Liu Qingwan stared blankly in the direction he'd gone, a bitter smile tugging at her lips as she murmured, "You know full well... I could never betray you..."
She looked down at her ravaged body—the red wedding gown in tatters, semen mingled with copious nectar on the sheets. Her earlier wanton abandon felt like a dream.
Her cheeks flushed faintly as she forced her weakened body to rise, retrieving a plain white gown from her storage pouch and changing out of the ruined bridal attire, trying to cover the marks on her skin.
Yet the scorching afterglow Su Rui had poured into her still made her legs tremble, her heart unable to calm.
Two days later, Liu Qingwan returned to Sword Sect. As Su Rui had instructed, she reported the massacre of Clear Stream Village by demonic cultivators directly to the sect.
Her report quickly drew the sect's attention. Demonic cultivators slaughtering a village under Sword Sect's jurisdiction—especially with a genius like Xiao Yunting dead—was no small matter.
The Enforcement Hall immediately dispatched disciples to investigate Clear Stream Village. They found charred corpses everywhere, lingering demonic qi, Xiao Yunting's broken sword, and damaged storage pouch—all confirming the tragedy.
The sect erupted in fury, summoning elders and calling Liu Qingwan to Azure Cloud Hall for questioning.
In Azure Cloud Hall, azure stones floored the ground, sword qi swirling, walls inscribed with a soul-suppressing sword array emitting faint pressure.
Over a dozen Core Formation elders lined both sides, the atmosphere solemn.
At the head seat, Enforcement Hall's Chief Elder Ling Yunzi sat sternly, his early Nascent Soul aura sharp as a blade.
His gaze locked on Liu Qingwan, voice low. "Liu Qingwan, recount every detail of the incident."
Liu Qingwan stood in a plain white gown, her pretty face pale, appearing isolated and fragile in the hall.
She lowered her eyes, voice trembling lightly. "Reporting to Chief Elder: Senior Brother Xiao, Lin Hao, and all of Clear Stream Village's villagers died at the hands of demonic cultivators. This disciple was fortunate to escape—a stroke of luck amid misfortune."
Ling Yunzi's brows furrowed, cold light flashing in his eyes. "What cultivation level was this demonic cultivator, to fell even a False Core genius like Xiao Yunting?"
Liu Qingwan's heart tightened, Su Rui's demonic-flame-wreathed ferocious figure flashing in her mind.
She bit her lip, whispering, "That demonic cultivator... unfathomably deep cultivation, seemingly early Nascent Soul level. Ruthless strikes, sword light roaring like a black dragon amid demonic flames. Senior Brother Xiao and Lin Hao... had no power to resist."
The elders murmured. One questioned, "Nascent Soul demonic cultivator? Clear Stream Village was just a mortal hamlet—what treasure would draw such an old monster?"
Another snorted coldly. "Demonic cultivators defy logic. Maybe his demonic art required a blood sacrifice."
Ling Yunzi raised a hand for silence, his gaze piercing Liu Qingwan like a sword. "You were there—do you know the demonic cultivator's appearance, techniques, even words and deeds?"
Liu Qingwan feigned composure, murmuring, "The demonic cultivator wore a mask, tall build, strange demonic art centered on black flames, ruthless swordplay, chilling killing intent... This disciple's low cultivation let me hide in the shadows, unnoticed."
Her words half-true, half-false, aiming to muddle through.
The elders exchanged glances, but Ling Yunzi snorted. "Hid in the shadows? Liu Qingwan, mere early Foundation Establishment—how did you evade a Nascent Soul demonic cultivator's divine sense?"
Sweat beaded on Liu Qingwan's forehead as she prepared to retort. Then a charming voice came from outside: "Chief Elder, what Liu Qingwan says may not be false."
All turned to see Yu Wan'ning in scarlet rainbow robes, gracefully entering the hall.
Her stunning beauty and charming aura drew shifting gazes from many cultivators.
Liu Qingwan's heart jolted, sensing inexplicable pressure from Yu Wan'ning.
She'd glimpsed Yu Wan'ning from afar at the Sword Trial Assembly and heard of Heaven Sword Peak Master's daughter—Sword Sect's prodigy, peak mid-Core Formation, beauty and talent both top-tier, far beyond her.
Yu Wan'ning's arrival instinctively unnerved her.
Ling Yunzi nodded slightly for her to continue.
Yu Wan'ning lightly fanned herself. "Chief Elder, this disciple patrolled near Clear Stream Village and detected faint demonic qi—brief, but matching Liu Qingwan's description of black flame demonic art."
The hall buzzed. Ling Yunzi's expression grew grave. "Wan'ning, are you certain?"
Yu Wan'ning nodded firmly. "This disciple probed with heart sense. The qi was no ordinary sort—likely left by a Nascent Soul demonic cultivator. It aligns with Liu Qingwan's account."
Liu Qingwan's heart shook, her gaze complex on Yu Wan'ning.
She increasingly felt this heavenly proud daughter was deliberately covering for her.
But why? They'd never met—why help her?
Suddenly, Su Rui's parting words—"I'll arrange someone to handle it"—flashed in her mind. Could Yu Wan'ning be his person?
Yet this righteous daughter of Heaven Sword Peak's master—how could she be entangled with a demonic cultivator like Su Rui?
Though Su Rui hadn't said it outright, his black flames reeked of pure demonic qi. Liu Qingwan knew her childhood sweetheart had switched to superior demonic arts, explaining his meteoric rise.
Ling Yunzi pondered, then fixed on Liu Qingwan. "Liu Qingwan, your report shows candor, but Clear Stream Village's tragedy is grave. This seat must use Soul Reflection Art to verify your memories. Any objections?"
Liu Qingwan paled. Soul Reflection was less invasive than soul search, but it would unroll her memories like a scroll—exposing Su Rui!
Panicking, she opened her mouth to refuse, but Yu Wan'ning interjected coolly. "Chief Elder, Soul Reflection reveals truth but damages the cultivator's nascent soul greatly. Liu Qingwan's mere early Foundation—fragile soul. Mishandled, it could ruin her foundation. Since she reported voluntarily and her words match my findings, we can trust her."
Liu Qingwan stared, gaze complicated.
She was now certain Yu Wan'ning's defense was no coincidence—likely Su Rui's arrangement.
Bitterly, no wonder Su Rui said she wasn't worthy of his child. With a stunning prodigy like Yu Wan'ning, why would he want hers?
Yet she wasn't discouraged. She'd hurt him once; she'd spend her life making amends—not begging his heart to turn, just a tiny place in it...
With Yu Wan'ning's words, several elders nodded. "Chief Elder, Wan'ning's right. Voluntary report means no hiding. Her weak foundation risks ruin from the art."
Ling Yunzi nodded slowly. "Very well. Wan'ning's said her piece—no Soul Reflection. Disciples, dispatch teams immediately to hunt this demon! Meeting ends. Liu Qingwan, you've been through ordeal—rest. Everyone, dismissed."
Liu Qingwan bowed hastily. "Yes, disciple obeys."
Outside Azure Cloud Hall, Liu Qingwan hurried after Yu Wan'ning. "Senior Sister Yu, thank you for speaking up for me in the hall."
Yu Wan'ning paused, a enigmatic smile playing on her lips. "Speaking up? Junior Sister Liu, you're overthinking. I just felt your description matched the demonic qi I sensed—didn't want Chief Elder wasting spiritual power on Soul Reflection."
Liu Qingwan suspected Yu Wan'ning was Su Rui's ally but wasn't fully sure, so she probed cautiously. "Senior Sister Yu, did you really detect that demonic cultivator's qi?"
Yu Wan'ning chuckled softly, turning to fix her almond eyes on Liu Qingwan, voice soft yet oppressive. "Junior Sister Liu, you seem awfully concerned about that demonic cultivator's identity? Do you... know something?"
Liu Qingwan's heart skipped, shaking her head. "No, I just... barely escaped and fear the sect suspecting ties to him."
Yu Wan'ning's gaze deepened, her slender hand lightly brushing Liu Qingwan's shoulder—intentional or not—whispering, "Junior Sister, reporting voluntarily seems honest, but Clear Stream Village's corpses were all incinerated by black flames—yet you unscathed. Odd, no? Why would that demon spare only you?"
Liu Qingwan's face changed, heart pounding. "Perhaps he never sensed me hiding."
Yu Wan'ning sneered, suddenly closing in, her hand seizing Liu Qingwan's chin, forcing her gaze up. "Junior Sister, liars' eyes always betray their secrets."
Liu Qingwan trembled, panic flashing in her eyes. Outmatched, she was pinned in moments.
Struggling futilely against Yu Wan'ning's spiritual shackles, doubt crept in: Had she misjudged? Was this prodigy not Su Rui's?
Then she glimpsed deep in Yu Wan'ning's eyes—a hidden pain and humiliation, familiar: her own look in the wedding chamber when Su Rui first made her take his cock!
Liu Qingwan's heart quaked, probing. "Senior Sister Yu, why so sure I'm hiding something? Could it be... you've been with that demonic cultivator too?"
She paused, mustering courage, whispering, "Has he... claimed you as well?"
Yu Wan'ning's pupils shrank, anger and panic flaring. "Junior Sister Liu, mind your tongue! As Heaven Sword Peak Master's daughter, I've always opposed evil—how could a demonic cultivator claim me?"
Releasing her, she masked her fluster, glaring coldly. "Junior Sister, if strange rumors spread because of you... watch yourself."
With that half-threat, Yu Wan'ning fled as escaping light, leaving Liu Qingwan stunned.
Yu Wan'ning's reaction only confirmed her suspicion—this heavenly proud daughter truly shared an unspeakable bond with Su Rui!