Chapter 28: White Tiger's Clinging Grip, Nascent Soul Heavenly Omen
Mu Xueyi's phoenix eyes remained icy cold, but the flush she couldn't hide on her cheeks was breathtakingly beautiful!
Su Rui released those tender nipples, now slightly swollen from his sucking, his gaze greedily fixed on her reddened face. His hands shot out roughly, cupping her exquisite features as he kissed her soft cherry lips without hesitation.
His tongue invaded forcefully, teasing and stirring her until her delicate body trembled.
Seizing her momentary distraction, Su Rui shoved her down onto the bed draped in snowy white fox fur. His large hands kneaded her full, plump breasts, fingers lingering on her sensitive peaks as he leered, "Master, spread your legs!"
Mu Xueyi's brows furrowed slightly, a mocking curve at her lips. "What? No more titfucking?"
Su Rui licked his lips, his eyes shamelessly roaming her flawless White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole. With a lewd grin, he said, "Master, your body's too damn tempting—like a seductive demoness. Laozi can't hold back anymore; I gotta fuck you!"
Mu Xueyi met his gaze coldly, her expression frosty as ever, yet she slowly parted her long, jade-like legs as ordered.
That peerless beauty of a pussy was fully exposed before Su Rui. Even with her legs spread wide, the pink slit remained tightly closed like a fine line, silently tempting his violation.
Su Rui could restrain himself no longer. His hand dove toward that forbidden mound, and the moment his fingertip entered, the wet, tender flesh inside sucked it tight. The warm, silky sensation made his mind reel.
A stream of clear, fragrant nectar overflowed along his finger, crystalline and carrying the subtle aroma of spiritual blossoms.
He withdrew his finger and waved it before her eyes, teasing, "Heh heh, Master, you're already soaked like this? Cold as ice on the outside, but your body's honest as hell!"
Mu Xueyi said nothing, merely regarding him with cold eyes.
It was just a physiological response. Speaking up to deny it would only invite more humiliation from this lecher.
Seeing her lips sealed, a wicked gleam flashed in Su Rui's eyes. He thrust his nectar-coated finger into her mouth, stirring her fragrant tongue and savoring its soft, wet glide.
A flicker of anger crossed Mu Xueyi's eyes, but she endured it without resistance.
In that split-second of her distraction, Su Rui aligned his massive cock with her pale, tender steamed bun pussy and slammed his hips forward, brutally piercing her depths!
"Mmgh…"
Even clenching her jaw to stifle any sound, Mu Xueyi's brows knitted tight, a soft, broken moan escaping her throat.
Faint as it was, that voice carried a shattered allure that stoked Su Rui's lust even higher.
As he thrust, he mocked, "Master, this disciple loves how stubborn you are! But damn, that voice of yours is music. Don't hold back—moan more, and maybe laozi'll finish quicker. You'll be free sooner too!"
Mu Xueyi gritted her teeth, her voice cold and halting. "Just… do it. So much… bullshit?"
She refused to moan, but his fierce pounding made her words come in breathy fragments, laced with an unwitting seductiveness.
Her famed vessel was like a watery secret cavern, so tight it felt like it could snap his huge shaft in two.
Fragrant nectar filled the air with each thrust, accompanied by lewd slap-slap sounds. Slick juices dripped onto the white fox fur, soaking the bed and releasing a dizzying floral scent.
Su Rui didn't use his demonic energy to tease her sensitive spots this time. He preferred to savor her slowly, relishing how her icy facade crumbled as her body lost control.
With repeated, powerful strokes, her body soon betrayed her, nectar flowing freely to lubricate his rigid length, the wet slaps growing louder.
Suddenly, still buried deep, Su Rui scooped up her entire lithe form. He kissed her fiercely while pounding away, his tongue dominating hers in a tangled dance.
Mu Xueyi had no intention of responding, but under his relentless assault, her tongue was forced to entwine with his. Waves of pleasure crashed through her, filling her with shame as she silently cursed her own weakness.
Su Rui didn't kiss for long this time. Releasing her lips, he stroked her long, beautiful legs with a savage grin. "Master, there's something this disciple wants to discuss."
Mu Xueyi shot him a cold glance, signaling him to spit it out, though wariness flickered in her eyes.
Su Rui grinned wolfishly. "Lately, this disciple learned a dual cultivation secret art called the Profound Yin Harvesting Technique. You don't have to do anything—just relax and let me work. Minimal impact on you; I'll just siphon a bit of your essence. Of course, I know you won't play nice, so here's my offer: agree, and I'll give you one more soul fragment of Li Chengxuan."
Mu Xueyi frowned at that. Essence loss was no small matter for a cultivator—it took years to recover—but Li Chengxuan's soul was too vital to refuse.
Still: "One soul isn't enough. Add two more."
Su Rui snorted. "Master, aren't you asking for the moon?"
"You're plundering my essence through dual cultivation. Isn't that worth the price?"
Mu Xueyi's voice was icy, carrying an air of unyielding authority.
Su Rui narrowed his eyes, pondering before replying, "One soul max, or no deal. Laozi's technique works without your consent anyway—half effect, but it'll still drain you."
Mu Xueyi closed her eyes, seemingly weighing it, though Su Rui never stopped thrusting below. The constant strange sensations muddled her thoughts.
After a moment, she opened her captivating phoenix eyes, gaze still frosty. "Fine. But you must keep your word."
Su Rui's mouth split in a triumphant grin. "Rest easy, Master. Make me satisfied, and Li Chengxuan's soul? Whatever I say, you get—no backing out."
Mu Xueyi fell silent, her eyes tacitly agreeing.
Satisfied, Su Rui formed hand seals, layering restrictions throughout her boudoir to ward off interruptions during his Nascent Soul breakthrough.
With that done, he activated the Profound Yin Harvesting Technique. His cock pistoned relentlessly in her White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole, spiritual energy surging like tides. The room's qi erupted into a vortex, swirling toward them.
Mu Xueyi instantly felt a thread of her essence drawn out through that hateful invader within her. The sheer ferocity of the surrounding qi flow shocked her.
This lecher's dual cultivation art commanded such terrifying spiritual power— no wonder his breakthroughs were so swift!
Amid her shock, Mu Xueyi subtly formed seals, activating a secret art without a word.
Su Rui didn't notice at first—until he sensed his own essence leaking away. Alarmed, he demanded, "What technique did you just use?"
Mu Xueyi replied coolly, "The Great Yin-Yang Reversal Tribulation Art. As a Sword Sect disciple, you've heard of it, surely?"
Su Rui blinked, awkward. "Uh… nope."
Mu Xueyi sneered. "No surprise. It's made for female cultivators, countering one-sided essence-plundering arts like yours by reversing the drain onto you."
A hint of smugness lit her phoenix eyes. "You never said I couldn't take yours."
Su Rui's face darkened, but admiration gleamed through. "No matter. Laozi's technique recovers essence like it's nothing. Take what you want! Heh heh, worthy of the woman who haunts my dreams, Master—you're making me like you even more!"
"Hmph."
Mu Xueyi huffed softly, focusing on her breathing technique. While siphoning his essence, she converted the influx of qi for herself.
She knew Su Rui aimed to break through to Nascent Soul via dual cultivation—perfect for her plans!
She too lingered in False Infant realm. With the reversal art turning plunder mutual, plus this vast qi reservoir, she was confident to shatter her bottleneck and advance!
Once at Nascent Soul, her Sword Heart Transparent would evolve to Sword Heart Unity. Then, facing this lecher again with similar realms, she wouldn't lose!
Each harbored their schemes.
Su Rui greedily absorbed qi, his dragon root still ravaging her White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole. Though she endured the impacts, her absorption outpaced his, leaving him amazed. "Master, taking laozi's brutal pounding and still absorbing faster than me? Heavenly spiritual root is terrifying!"
Mu Xueyi replied arrogantly, "If I couldn't outpace your mediocre root, wouldn't my heavenly one be wasted?"
"Heh heh, then let's see who hits Nascent Soul first!"
Su Rui's savage laugh accompanied fiercer thrusts. Lewd sounds intertwined with qi fluctuations in the boudoir, the fox fur bed a tangled mess from their frenzy.
Mu Xueyi's body quivered under the onslaught, her full breasts bouncing rhythmically, peaks tracing alluring arcs in the air.
At last, her heavenly spiritual root filled first with the qi needed for Nascent Soul. Hands flashing seals, she channeled it into her dantian, circulating through her meridians—and broke through!
BOOM—!!
Instantly, a heaven-shaking beam of light erupted from her boudoir, piercing the clouds!
Rainbow-hued and coiling with draconic qi, it churned the seas of clouds over Flowing Cloud Subpeak. This heavenly portent shook the entire Sword Sect.
An elder cried out, "Nascent Soul heavenly omen? Someone forming their infant now? We got no notice!"
Another gravely intoned, "An outsider or rogue cultivator, tapping our sect's Spirit Eye Tree?"
Sect breakthroughs were announced in advance for guardian elders—impromptu ones risked failure and dao foundation damage if disturbed.
No prior word meant intruders.
A third elder furrowed his brow. "Wait—that direction's Flowing Cloud Subpeak! Could it be Xueyi? Notify the Grand Elder and peak masters at once. They'll decide!"