Heart Demons Devour the Soul, Sword Intent Soars to the Heavens
Mu Xueyi was well aware of the dangers of rashly attempting a breakthrough, but the spiritual power stirred by Su Rui's dual cultivation secret art surged like a boundless flood, vast and majestic.
Moreover, Su Rui's essence was as scorching as blazing flames, available for her to draw upon freely. The spiritual energy it contained was incomparably pure—nothing short of a heaven-sent opportunity for forming her Nascent Soul.
If she could successfully condense a Nascent Soul, her Sword Heart Transparent would not only evolve into Sword Heart Unified, piercing straight to the essence of the Great Dao, but her realm would also stabilize. How could she pass up such a once-in-a-lifetime chance?
Thus, she gritted her silver teeth and went with the flow, borrowing this torrent of vast spiritual power to charge toward the Nascent Soul realm.
However, she had ultimately underestimated the terror of the heart demon trial.
Her Sword Heart Transparent should have granted her a flawless Dao heart, allowing her to press forward without hesitation. Yet the humiliations of the past clawed at her will like the talons of devils.
If not for Su Rui's repeated violations of her body, if not for her beloved Li Chengxuan having his three souls and seven spirits extracted, leaving him a mindless fool—this heart demon trial would have been nothing more than a gentle breeze to her, utterly harmless.
But reality could not be changed. Those unbearable memories flooded her sea of consciousness like a tide, dragging her into an endless abyss of darkness.
Within her sea of consciousness, illusions layered like swirling mists, sketching out fragments of her past.
She saw herself as a child, her skin dark and unremarkable. Her mother would often stroke her hair, half-joking, half-worried: "Little one, you're so dark and swarthy—you might never find a husband."
She had laughed innocently back then, unconcerned, until at four years old she learned her mother had succumbed to plague. Her body was barely cold before it was hastily buried. Before Mu Xueyi could recover from her grief, the Sword Sect Sect Master passing by discovered her heavenly spiritual root and joyfully brought her back to the sect.
From that moment, her life shone like a meteor, smooth sailing as her swordsmanship talent dazzled all.
She met the gentle and refined Li Chengxuan, whose passion for the Dao burned as fiercely as hers. They practiced swordplay from dawn till dusk, debating the Dao under the moonlight. Amid crossing blades, affection blossomed—a match made in heaven.
In the end, before the entire sect as witness, she and Li Chengxuan were wed.
That day, she wore a moon-white wedding gown of heavenly silkworm silk, gossamer-thin and shimmering in the sunlight. Laughter bloomed in her peach-blossom eyes like spring, a rare tenderness softening her frost-like features.
It was the happiest moment of her life, white-haired companionship seemingly within reach.
Then nightmare struck. Su Rui emerged like a devil crawling from hell, silently invading her and Li Chengxuan's cave abode. Before Li Chengxuan's eyes, he raped her, seizing the purity meant for her beloved.
His ferocious colossal shaft pierced her White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole, heedless of Li Chengxuan's pleas, pumping deep inside and flooding her womb with scalding semen that made her delicate body quiver.
Most shameful of all, that internal heat forced a humiliating climax from her, the pleasure carving into her heart like a knife.
Afterward, she watched helplessly as Su Rui ruthlessly extracted Li Chengxuan's three souls and seven spirits with demonic arts, reducing him to an empty shell devoid of life.
To reclaim Li Chengxuan's soul, she let Su Rui take and ravage her again and again, her dignity trampled to dust.
Even just now, she had been forced to walk naked from the meditation chamber to her boudoir, Su Rui's lecherous gaze burning on her back, her heart bleeding.
She had even prayed in her mind that Yun Zhixun wouldn't show up then, or her master's dignity would be utterly lost.
In the boudoir, Su Rui toyed with her sacred breasts at will, pinning her to the snow-white fox fur, his colossal shaft buried deep in her White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole, thrusting fiercely. Each plunge brought shameful pleasure.
She bit her silver teeth, desperately stifling her moans, yet unable to deny her body's betrayal.
The most terrifying illusion appeared. The heart demon took Li Chengxuan's form, standing before her, eyes filled with contempt and hatred. In that familiar gentle voice, it cursed: "Mu Xueyi, you're nothing but a filthy slut! Cumming from that rapist's cock—pretending to be so pure?"
The words exploded like thunder, shattering her defenses.
Pain wracked her heart. She knew it was a heart demon illusion, yet it pierced her like ten thousand swords. She spat a mouthful of blood, the glow of her Sword Heart Transparent dimming, on the verge of collapse.
Su Rui's divine sense watched coldly from the side, unnoticed by Mu Xueyi.
She drowned in the heart demon's illusions, ravaged wildly by its Su Rui form. The colossal shaft pistoned inside her as filthy words poured like venom: "Master, your slutty hole's clamping laozi so tight—feels fucking amazing! Drop the icy fairy act; laozi's fucking your soul right out!"
Li Chengxuan's phantom sneered nearby, curses unrelenting: "Mu Xueyi, you whore! What right do you have to be my wife? Stinking bitch! Your Sword Heart Transparent is a joke!"
Mu Xueyi's delicate body trembled in her sea of consciousness. Cracks spiderwebbed across her golden core, its spiritual light flickering, on the brink of shattering.
Su Rui's divine sense frowned. He knew her Sword Heart teetered on destruction. Without intervention, not only would her Nascent Soul formation fail—her golden core might shatter, dropping her back to Foundation Establishment, or worse, damaging her nascent spirit.
He sighed softly. A clump of dark black flame ignited in his hand, the overbearing aura of the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art sweeping out, ready to incinerate the heart demon phantoms.
It would save her, but at the cost of failed breakthrough. Though not his preference, at least she'd return unharmed.
Yet just as Su Rui's divine sense moved to act, Mu Xueyi's gaze sharpened, icy sword-light flashing in her peach-blossom eyes, keen enough to cleave the void.
She stared down the heart demon's Su Rui form and said coldly, "I admit, you can pleasure my body. But you think that means anything? It's mere fleshly instinct—any competent tool could do the same. You're nothing special."
Her voice rang clear as ice, each word laced with sword intent, severing the heart demon's temptations.
She turned to Li Chengxuan's phantom, tenderness and resolve flickering in her eyes: "Chengxuan, I will save you. I will restore you to your former self—no matter the cost!"
Li Chengxuan's phantom froze, curses halting, eyes wide with shock.
Mu Xueyi formed hand seals. Her golden core erupted in blinding golden light, like an invisible sword sweeping her entire sea of consciousness.
The light burst like the sun through clouds, piercing the illusions. The heart demons' Su Rui and Li Chengxuan wailed as they dissolved in the radiance. Her sea of consciousness cleared, filled only with resounding, razor-sharp sword intent.
Cracks on her golden core mended swiftly, spiritual light blazing. A hazy Nascent Soul embryo took form, radiating overwhelming momentum—like new birth.
Her Sword Heart Transparent fully awakened, evolving into Sword Heart Unified. Peerless sword intent shot skyward, resonating with the soaring spiritual qi beam outside, shaking Flowing Cloud Subpeak to its core.
In her sea of consciousness, Mu Xueyi turned to Su Rui's divine sense. Chill lingered in her peach-blossom eyes as she demanded coldly, "What are you doing here?"
Her tone carried wariness, as if ready to cleave him as another heart demon.
Su Rui's divine sense flashed its signature wicked grin: "Naturally, to watch Master in your pathetic state, heh heh. Didn't expect you'd actually pull through."
He paused, a flicker of unacknowledged relief in his eyes, then teased, "Congrats—you've successfully formed your Nascent Soul! That aura's terrifying—not like early Nascent Soul at all. Probably rivals mid-stage already?"
Mu Xueyi eyed him coldly. Her divine sense scanned his steady, domineering aura—far surpassing ordinary early Nascent Soul cultivators, even faintly suppressing hers.
She snorted. "And you're no different. Your aura's even steadier than mine."
Su Rui scoffed, mockery intensifying: "Laozi's got heaven-defying demonic arts—forming Nascent Soul was just par for the course. You... you forced your way through those heart demons with pure stubbornness."
Mu Xueyi ignored the praise. She suddenly noticed something, mildly shocked: "You entered by burning your essence blood?"
Su Rui rubbed his nose, ribbing her: "Touched?"
Mu Xueyi shook her head slightly, voice still icy: "No. In the end, you didn't help me at all—no need for thanks. And for the harm you've caused, even if you died saving me, I wouldn't feel a shred of gratitude."
Her words were harsh, but Su Rui sensed the chill in her gaze had eased—just a touch.
Or maybe it was his imagination?
"Su Rui."
Suddenly, she called his name seriously.
"What?"
Su Rui arched a brow, spotting battle lust amid the cold in her peach-blossom eyes!
Spiritual light flashed in Mu Xueyi's slender hand—Ming Lan unsheathed, its edge aimed at Su Rui: "Once I reclaim all of Chengxuan's souls, dare you fight me again?"
Su Rui licked his lips, grinning: "Sure thing, Master! But let's raise the stakes—the winner dictates all terms to the loser. Deal?"
His tone dripped provocation, gaze roving shamelessly over her stunning nude form—naked here in her sea of consciousness, just like reality.
Mu Xueyi nodded without hesitation: "Deal."
Her voice was calm as still water, yet brimmed with endless edge.
She knew his intent—if he won, he'd demand her willing submission, turning her fully into his plaything.
But she wouldn't lose.
Even in the worst case, she'd self-detonate her golden core and take him down with her.
Su Rui's divine sense cackled, slowly withdrawing from her sea of consciousness, a meaningful smirk curling his lips.
Mu Xueyi followed suit. Her awareness returned to reality, eyes fluttering open—battle intent blazing in her peach-blossom gaze.
Yet suddenly, her lower body twitched. Su Rui's colossal shaft remained buried inside her, slowly thrusting, sending waves of shameful pleasure.
Her battle lust rippled like spring tides, blush flooding her cheeks, body quivering involuntarily.
She gritted her silver teeth, voice frosty: "You... still going? Half the sect's Nascent Soul cultivators are gathered outside. If I don't go out soon, they might come investigate!"