Ice-Blue Gauze Skirt, Streams of Nectar
“Master, those old fogeys outside probably think you're fusing with your newly formed Nascent Soul right now. Why would they dare barge in recklessly?”
Su Rui flashed an evil, unrestrained grin. His massive dragon root thrust ferociously, plunging one after another into Mu Xueyi's White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole, precisely slamming into the tender depths of her flower heart, eliciting a series of wet, resounding slaps.
This exquisite white tiger honey cave—its layers of tender flesh coiled around his cock like spiritual serpents, sucking tightly. The warm, silky sensation made Su Rui's soul tremble with ecstasy.
Mu Xueyi, by contrast, shuddered faintly under the giant shaft's relentless pistoning. Her full, heaving breasts bounced wildly, her exquisite face flushed a deep crimson—clearly aroused. Yet she clenched her pearly teeth, refusing to surrender to the pleasure.
Su Rui couldn't care less. His large hands seized those jiggling tits, kneading them roughly while his fingertips lingered on her sensitive nipples. With a wicked chuckle, he said, “Master, our deal was for laozi to have my fill. Laozi hasn't even pumped your White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole full yet—how could I be satisfied? Relax a bit and let laozi play with this freshly advanced Nascent Soul body of yours!”
Mu Xueyi gripped the bedsheets fiercely, her fingertips digging into the fox fur. Her voice was icy: “Hurry up.”
Su Rui leaned down, nipping at her erect nipple and teasing it with his tongue. Teasingly, he murmured, “Don't worry, Master. Your premium steamed bun hole is so damn tight—laozi won't last long.”
Mu Xueyi slowly closed her eyes, trying to resist the surging waves of pleasure with silence as Su Rui ravished her depths at will.
But Su Rui wasn't content with her muteness. With a hint of anger, he growled, “Master, don't shut your eyes and play dead like some corpse. Fucking a lifeless log—what fun is that? How's laozi supposed to enjoy myself? Open those soul-stealing eyes and cooperate properly while laozi fucks you!”
Mu Xueyi balled her fists, opening those captivating peach-blossom eyes with clear displeasure. Her gaze remained frosty as ever, though the flush on her cheeks betrayed her arousal.
Su Rui's eyes burned hotter. He abruptly withdrew his massive cock; the forcibly stretched honey cave snapped shut at astonishing speed, its pink slit as tight as ever. Crystal lewd nectar slowly overflowed, carrying the faint fragrance of spiritual flowers.
Su Rui's throat tightened. With a low chuckle, he said, “Master, your hole is fucking premium! Change positions—stick that peachy ass high in the air. Laozi's taking you from behind!”
Mu Xueyi shot him a cold glance but slowly obeyed, rolling over onto the snow-white fox fur and kneeling, raising her hips high.
Instantly, that perfect peachy curve was on full display, her tender chrysanthemum bud faintly visible, exuding lethal temptation.
Su Rui's lecherous gaze locked greedily onto that narrow forbidden zone. Unable to resist, he reached out a finger and lightly touched it.
Mu Xueyi's body jolted. Her voice carried annoyance: “What are you doing?”
Su Rui grinned, his fingertip slowly delving into the tight chrysanthemum, savoring the warm, silky feel inside. Teasingly, he said, “Relax, Master. Laozi'll save this spot for next time to develop properly. For now, just a little tease to test the feel!”
Mu Xueyi's expression darkened at the thought of him violating that shameful place someday, a surge of humiliation and pain rising in her heart.
Su Rui's slender finger stirred gently inside the chrysanthemum hole. The tender flesh sucked at his fingertip, gradually lubricating—not inferior to Yu Wan'ning's intoxicating rear garden, carrying the same spiritual flower fragrance.
Mu Xueyi ground her teeth, enduring the strange sensation. In a frosty voice, she said, “You're a pervert. What's fun about that place? It's not a sex organ!”
Su Rui cackled, eyes brimming with depravity: “For mortal women, the rear isn't a sex organ—it's for excretion. But Master, yours is different. Just a little fingering and it lubes up, tight as your White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole. It's a sheep's intestine trail made for men to fuck—a premium sex organ!”
Mu Xueyi flushed with shame and fury. Her voice hardened: “Enough! If you're going to do it, hurry! Those people outside will come investigate if I don't show soon!”
Su Rui sneered confidently: “Master, relax. With laozi's current Nascent Soul cultivation, this barrier's power is over twice what it was at False Infant. The strongest out there is just Nascent Soul late-stage peak—even if they team up, it'll take them at least an hour to break it! But...”
He shifted tone, teasing: “This dual cultivation, you sucked up plenty of laozi's essence, and laozi burned blood essence entering your sea of consciousness. Time to fuck a load out of you quick and get back to secluded cultivation.”
With that, he reluctantly withdrew his finger, eyes refocusing on that raised peachy ass.
His massive cock aligned with the still-wet, tight White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole. With a powerful thrust of his hips, he impaled her fully!
“Mm...”
Mu Xueyi bit back her moan, teeth grinding, brows furrowing slightly.
As he pumped, Su Rui chuckled wickedly: “Master, back in your sea of consciousness, didn't you tell laozi's heart demon I could please your body? If so, why hold back? Let go and enjoy heavenly bliss with laozi, hm?”
Mu Xueyi glared coldly: “You and I... mm... have no heavenly... mm... bliss to share!”
Su Rui grinned triumphantly. Seizing her moment of speech, he hammered her sensitive weak spot, drawing a faint moan.
Mu Xueyi's face changed. Shamed and furious: “You... did that on purpose!”
“Heh heh, how could it be on purpose?”
Su Rui laughed even more depravedly: “Master, getting fucked so good by laozi and still suppressing your moans—how uncomfortable! Come on, moan a bit more. Maybe laozi'll lose it and cum right away!”
Mu Xueyi realized he was tricking her into speaking to hear her moans. She clamped her mouth shut, refusing another word.
Su Rui, seeing her stubborn silence, stopped pressing. He simply ogled the peachy ass waves rippling from his fierce thrusts.
Mu Xueyi's pert cheeks were reddened from the impacts, their curves mesmerizing, sending seductive ripples with each collision.
Su Rui's gaze burned, landing on her cascading hair, disheveled across the fox fur, veiling her profile.
Did that stunning face still hold its frosty composure? Or, hidden from view, was she no longer suppressing her aroused expression?
With a thought, Su Rui extended his divine sense like an invisible breeze, circling to her front to spy on that peerless visage.
As expected, he saw a heart-stirring sight.
Mu Xueyi bit her lower lip. Those soul-captivating peach-blossom eyes shimmered with an unconscious coquettish charm, waves of spring water rippling, laced with fragile allure—a stark contrast to her usual icy demeanor.
Witnessing this through divine sense ignited Su Rui's lust. Unable to hold back, he roared: “Cumming! Master, take it all!”
Scorching semen erupted like a flood, pouring fiercely into Mu Xueyi's womb.
Her White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole clenched violently, gushing crystal lewd nectar. Her peachy ass quivered uncontrollably—she'd climaxed too.
Her body collapsed limply onto the fox fur, soft breasts flattening against the bed. Her breathing was ragged, yet she held back any sound, only faint pants escaping.
Su Rui withdrew contentedly, eyes greedily scanning her lewd-fluid-smeared snow-white form. Teasingly: “As expected of Master—even climaxing without changing expression. Too bad laozi isn't Li Chengxuan. If it were him fucking you, you'd probably welcome him eagerly. But with his tiny prick, he'd never unlock your famous vessel's full pleasure, right?”
Mu Xueyi lifted her gaze coldly, swiftly circulating spiritual power to steady her breath. From her storage pouch, she retrieved an ice-blue undergarment—silk-thin as mist, embroidered with faint spiritual orchids—and draped it over her stained body.
Next came the ice-blue gauze skirt. Spiritual light flowed; her aura turned ethereal and icy, erasing all traces of debauchery.
Her voice frosty: “The soul.”
“Relax.”
Su Rui took out the glowing vessel from his storage pouch, channeling spiritual power to draw out Li Chengxuan's one soul and two wisps. The three hazy spirit lights floated before Mu Xueyi.
“One soul, two wisps—as promised.”
His tone casual, though a flicker of mockery hid in his eyes: “Laozi said I wouldn't deceive you on this.”
—Naturally, he wouldn't dare.
Only because Mu Xueyi saw hope for Li Chengxuan's recovery did she endure humiliation time and again.
Dare he deceive her even once, and she'd erupt, perishing together with him.
But days of using Li Chengxuan's soul as leverage to coerce her were nearing their end.
A cold glint flashed in Su Rui's eyes. His next plan: make Li Chengxuan vanish completely.
His existence was an eyesore—even as a fool.
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Outside Flowing Cloud Subpeak, the Nascent Soul cultivators still hovered midair, probing the palace hall with divine sense—only to be repelled by the unbreakable barrier. Puzzled expressions abounded: “Strange? Xueyi clearly succeeded in forming her Nascent Soul—why hasn't she emerged? Still consolidating her realm?”
Xuan Qing Zhenren stroked his beard, intoning gravely: “No matter. Since she's formed her Nascent Soul, she's likely fusing with it now. We wait patiently—no more than a few hours, and she'll appear.”
The Nascent Soul cultivators nodded, eyes alight with excitement. Mu Xueyi forming her Nascent Soul at such a young age would show those sects eyeing Sword Sect's top righteous position that Sword Sect was unshakable!
Yet they didn't know: when her Sword Heart Transparent evolved to Sword Heart Unified, she'd already fused and consolidated her Nascent Soul effortlessly.
Now, Su Rui's “satisfaction” was merely delaying her.
About an hour later, the palace barrier vanished abruptly. An ice-blue figure stepped out.
Mu Xueyi's hair cascaded like a waterfall, her ice-blue gauze skirt fluttering in the wind—like a descended immortal.
Each step light as cloud, yet brimming with momentum far beyond early Nascent Soul. Spiritual light swirled; faint sword intent pierced the heavens, churning Flowing Cloud Subpeak's cloud sea.
The Nascent Soul cultivators' faces shifted in shock.
One grand elder exclaimed: “Am I seeing things? That aura... it's mid Nascent Soul! She just formed her Nascent Soul and broke through to mid-stage? Am I dreaming?”
Yu Heng Zhenren gaped, muttering: “Tian Yunzi, you're not wrong! Xueyi has mid Nascent Soul aura—her Sword Heart Transparent must've evolved. Tsk tsk, the legendary sacred body, Sword Heart Unified... Even in the upper realms, such aptitude is transcendent! With Xueyi, Sword Sect will hold top righteous sect for a millennium!”
Nascent Soul cultivators lived over a thousand years. At Mu Xueyi's mere twenty-odd age, she could shelter the sect for ages!
Xuan Qing Zhenren laughed heartily: “Yu Heng, think bigger! Not just top righteous sect—the demonic path's century of suppressing us will reverse with Xueyi's rise!”
All nodded, eyes filled with visions of Sword Sect's future.
Qin Zhe and Yun Zhixun had rushed to Mu Xueyi, chorusing: “Master, congratulations on successfully forming your Nascent Soul!”
Mu Xueyi nodded slightly, her gaze softening a touch, but said no more.
She trod the void, arriving before the Nascent Soul cultivators in an instant. Bowing slightly, she said: “Elders, Peak Masters—Xueyi rashly formed her Nascent Soul, disturbing the sect. Please forgive me.”
A grand elder waved dismissively with a smile: “Xueyi, smoothly forming your Nascent Soul—what disturbance? We're old fogeys stuck at bottlenecks anyway, with nothing better to do. No need to mind!”
Another chimed: “Indeed! Forming Nascent Soul at your age, with mid-stage momentum—we've broadened our horizons!”
All agreed, gazes full of indulgence and praise for Mu Xueyi.
Xuan Qing Zhenren coughed lightly, face stern: “Xueyi, though successful, you didn't report to the sect beforehand and rushed the breakthrough—highly improper! With demonic forces rampant and spies in our midst, especially the one who harmed Chengxuan...”
He paused, pain flickering in his eyes: “In short, too reckless. Never again!”
Mu Xueyi nodded: “Xueyi knows her error. A sudden insight prompted it—no next time.”
Xuan Qing Zhenren nodded pleasedly, gaze warming: “Knowing and correcting is best.”
He gazed at his beloved disciple Li Chengxuan's dao companion, eyes brimming with expectations and care for the junior.
Yet how could he know?
In Mu Xueyi's White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole, her vaginal walls still twitched faintly, greedily clutching Su Rui's thick seed. Lewd water mingled with semen, but her impossibly tight channel trapped every drop, forcing it toward her womb.
And the culprit, Su Rui, was the very fiend who'd ruined his disciple!
Were he aware, even at peak late Nascent Soul, he'd spit blood in rage.
Bai Yu Zhenren interjected: “Xueyi, care to share what insight let you breakthrough so decisively?”
Mu Xueyi paused briefly, then spoke eloquently, weaving a tale of sword dao epiphany.
She described watching the cloud sea churn, grasping sword intent's birth and death, stirring her dao heart, spiritual power surging to shatter the bottleneck.
Her tone calm, logic sound—convincing.
Yet unaccustomed to lying, a flicker of panic crossed her peach-blossom eyes. Her frosty face held an unnatural flush; inside, the hot semen crept toward her womb, bringing an indescribable strangeness that laced her proud aura with barely concealed embarrassment.
All assumed post-breakthrough excitement, finding the contrast endearing, smiling knowingly.
Only Yu Wan'ning narrowed her almond eyes, catching that anomaly.
She sneered inwardly: Liars can't hide secrets in their eyes.
Mu Xueyi hiding her true Nascent Soul reason meant unspeakable secrets!
Yu Wan'ning's mind raced: With Su Rui inside, they must've been—dual cultivating!
Only dual cultivation could let her form Nascent Soul unprepared, borrowing vast spiritual power!
Composed, she curved her lips meaningfully, softly: “Little Sister Xueyi, congratulations on your Nascent Soul. You're our sect's peerless genius! Oh, right—I heard that disciple Su Rui, who once vied with me for something, was in the hall during your formation? Where is he now?”