Chapter 35: Cold Peach Blossom Eyes, The Shameful Vibrating Egg
The next day at noon, on Flowing Cloud Subpeak, Su Rui arrived on his sword and landed at the edge of the White Jade Sword Field, sheathing his blade.
At that moment, atop the sword field, Yun Zhixun and Qin Zhe were sparring. Sword shadows clashed amid ceaseless clanging echoes that reverberated through the mountains.
Yun Zhixun's movements were light and agile, her sword strikes flowing like clouds and water, while Qin Zhe stood firm as a mountain. Each swing of his blade carried the thick aura of the False Core realm, stirring spiritual energy with every clash and whipping up faint gusts of gale-force winds.
Mu Xueyi wasn't watching her disciples' practice on the field. Su Rui assumed she was in the hall, but a sweep of his divine sense revealed no trace of her across the entire Flowing Cloud Subpeak—she must have gone out.
It made sense. With her Core Formation ceremony approaching, as the star of the show, she naturally had preparations to handle.
Su Rui's visit this time wasn't for Mu Xueyi anyway. He had other business.
Whether she was here or not didn't matter—though of course, her presence was always preferable. That peerless, radiant figure of hers was something he could never tire of gazing upon, especially those peach blossom eyes of hers, forever icy and snow-like when fixed on him, brimming with deep loathing.
That gaze, precisely, ignited his wicked urge to pin her beneath him and ravage her at will.
Every time he recalled the tight, sucking grip of her White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole, her delicate body shuddering uncontrollably under his massive cock's brutal thrusts, yet forced to grit her teeth and suppress her seductive moans, his blood surged hot through his veins.
Su Rui reined in his lecherous thoughts and turned his gaze to the two figures crossing blades on the field. Mu Xueyi's disciples were truly diligent; he always caught them practicing here whenever he visited.
Qin Zhe especially—his False Core realm was long stabilized, his aura rounded and smooth, clearly on the verge of forming his core. He could break through to Core Formation at any moment, yet he stayed composed, honing his swordplay instead of retreating to secluded cultivation.
No matter how refined one's swordsmanship, what use was it without matching cultivation?
Su Rui dismissed the notion.
But he didn't know that under Mu Xueyi's Sword Heart Transparent guidance, every stance and stroke received precise corrections.
Tempering the mind and nurturing cultivation through sword intent like this actually outpaced blind secluded cultivation.
Qin Zhe had touched upon Core Formation opportunity thanks to Mu Xueyi's recent pivotal pointer.
And her advice to him—not to rush the breakthrough, but to accumulate further—was to solidify his foundations, ensuring a smooth, stable core formation without hiccups.
At that moment, the pair on the field sheathed their swords and halted. The sword light faded, spiritual energy settling.
Yun Zhixun's breathing was slightly ragged, fine sweat beading on her forehead, while Qin Zhe breathed steadily, his sword intent retracted—victory clearly his.
They had long noticed Su Rui watching from the sidelines. Yun Zhixun turned, flashing a sly smile, and called out crisply, "Little Junior Brother, you've been watching so long—want to come up and spar? You bragged before that Senior Sister here wasn't your match!"
Su Rui waved it off with a chuckle. "Senior Sister Yun jests. That was just Junior Brother talking big—don't take it seriously. Speaking of which, is Master not on the peak today?"
"Master's out on business, probably for the Core Formation ceremony prep. She's a Nascent Soul cultivator now!"
Pride colored Yun Zhixun's tone. She arched a brow at him. "Little Junior Brother, if you're here to practice swordplay, Senior Sister can reluctantly guide you a bit!"
Su Rui nodded readily. "Then I'll trouble Senior Sister. I've been stuck on a few transitions in the Wuji Sword Art—please advise."
Yun Zhixun inwardly rejoiced. Finally, a chance to "teach" this cocky little junior brother a lesson.
She schooled her face into sternness. "Show me then, and I'll point out your flaws! If it's still sloppy, my ruler won't go easy!"
Su Rui wasted no words, channeling a wisp of spiritual power. An ordinary mid-grade spirit sword flew from his storage pouch.
He wielded it in the Wuji Sword Art, strikes fierce as wind, but deliberately flawed at key transitions—awkwardly just right.
Yun Zhixun watched intently, noting the issues.
Su Rui demonstrated again, his swordplay suddenly fluid, seamless as one breath. He grasped it instantly.
Such aptitude left Yun Zhixun inwardly stunned. Even Qin Zhe, who seemed focused on his own practice but was secretly paying attention, shot him a glance.
No wonder Master took him as a disciple. His spiritual root was mediocre, but this sword talent was astonishing.
Su Rui sheathed his sword. "Senior Sister, how's that?"
"Uh…"
Yun Zhixun couldn't nitpick. She pursed her lips. "Passable, I suppose."
Su Rui stored the sword. Of course, he hadn't come to practice.
This display was just to make his next move less abrupt.
His gaze shifted to the hall's entrance in the distance.
A man crouched there, absently playing in the dirt, his handsome face vacant.
Su Rui feigned surprise. "Master's husband's complexion looks much improved since last I saw?"
Yun Zhixun followed his gaze and nodded. "Yeah, Master found a new treatment lately—it's working well. He's recovering fast."
Joy laced her words, oblivious to Su Rui's probing.
Su Rui nodded meaningfully. "Looks like Master's husband's full recovery is near. They say he was a prodigy back in the day, a match made in heaven with Master. Once he's healed, they can be together again."
As he spoke, his peripheral vision flicked toward Qin Zhe.
As expected, Qin Zhe's face chilled, his sword grip tightening, raw fury flashing in his eyes.
Perfect, Su Rui sneered inwardly. He'd worried Qin Zhe might be indifferent. As long as that jealousy burned, he could stoke it with Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art demonic qi.
Yes—he'd use Qin Zhe's hand to eliminate Li Chengxuan.
As long as Li Chengxuan lived, Mu Xueyi's heart would stay tethered to him. It grated on Su Rui.
Then, Li Chengxuan noticed the stares, toddled over unsteadily, tugged Su Rui's sleeve, and gazed up with his handsome yet idiotic face. "Big brother, play sand with Chengxuan?"
Staring at that beautiful, empty visage, Su Rui's heart grew colder.
Even after Mu Xueyi reclaimed two souls and four poises from him, restoring some wits to Li Chengxuan, without his full soul, he remained a fool—devoid even of a man's basic instincts.
Su Rui smiled warmly, gently brushing off the hand. "Master's husband, this disciple has matters to attend. I'll head back. Play nicely now."
He cupped hands to Yun Zhixun and Qin Zhe in farewell.
As he flew off on his sword, he deliberately passed Qin Zhe, clapping his shoulder casually—a strand of demonic qi hidden in his palm, silently infiltrating.
Qin Zhe frowned, disliking the touch, but sensed nothing amiss.
Su Rui's lips curved. With a flash of sword light, he vanished into the sky.
Time flew. In a blink, the eve of the Core Formation ceremony arrived.
Su Rui descended once more on Flowing Cloud Subpeak.
This time, Mu Xueyi was present.
Clad in white robes, her waterfall of long hair cascaded to her waist, the sheer skirt clinging to her alluring curves—full breasts, slender waist, perky rear.
Sensing Su Rui's arrival, her brows furrowed. She assumed the lecher meant to threaten her with Li Chengxuan's soul again, forcing her to submit in humiliation.
Yet Su Rui acted out of character, joining Yun Zhixun and Qin Zhe in sword practice, all proper.
But his lecherous eyes kept drifting to her plump peach-like rear, drawing her eased brows tight again. This bastard's here for more than swordplay.
Sure enough, after practice, Su Rui claimed urgent business and followed her into the hall.
Seeing Mu Xueyi lead Su Rui inside, Yun Zhixun grumbled, "So secretive—what can't they say out here?"
Qin Zhe glanced at her. "If you're curious, use divine sense to eavesdrop?"
Yun Zhixun shot him an annoyed look. He's the one dying to know, pushing me instead.
Master's divine sense was razor-sharp—now Nascent Soul, it'd rebound instantly, leaving her with nothing heard and a harsh scolding.
Senior Brother's such a jerk!
Inside the hall, faint sandalwood incense lingered.
Mu Xueyi regarded Su Rui expressionlessly. "What do you want this time?"
Su Rui cackled wickedly, eyes gleaming ferociously. "Master, laozi told you last time I fucked you—next, I'm claiming that tender rear of yours!"
Mu Xueyi's lovely face darkened, her peach blossom eyes piercing with bone-chilling cold. She bit her lip. "To my bedchamber."
Without another word, she turned toward her room, skirt swaying, rear curve all the more enticing.
Su Rui blocked her path, grinning lewdly. "No need. I’m going to shove something right up your arse! But first… strip naked. Let laozi see what slutty lingerie you're sporting today."
Her delicate hands clenched into fists, then released. Face icy, she shed her outer robe, revealing her sheer undergarments.
The translucent gauze hugged her snow-white jade body. Her proud, towering breasts loomed beneath, twin majestic snow peaks forming a deep, tempting cleavage.
Su Rui's gaze burned. "Master, plain lingerie, but on your stacked body? Makes laozi's blood boil—wanna fuck you senseless on the spot!"
Mu Xueyi remained impassive. "Still all talk."
Su Rui sneered, yanking her into his arms. Looming over that deep cleavage, his large hand dove straight for her breasts, kneading through the gauze.
Slender fingers squeezed freely, warping the holy white mounds into obscene shapes, soft flesh spilling between digits—supple as jade, sensation suffocating.
He chuckled low. "Master, these tits are so soft—fucking premium! Let laozi suck 'em?"
"If I refuse, will you stop?"
Mu Xueyi retorted, her peach blossom eyes swirling with icy mockery of his hypocrisy.
Su Rui grinned. "Hell no!"
He yanked down the gauze, baring her left breast to his lechery. The pink tip tantalized.
He latched on, tongue flicking the nipple, sucking hard as if to draw milk, lewd slurps echoing.
Mu Xueyi bit her teeth, stifling a throat-born moan.
Left breast saliva-slick, he switched to the right, teeth grazing the tip, tongue circling the areola, greedily suckling waves of tingling pleasure.
Her body quivered faintly, sensitive nipples hardening further, the other swollen globe jiggling with her breaths.
Forcing composure, she said coldly, "Done playing?"
Su Rui lifted his head, lips glossy. "These tits—fragrant, soft. A hundred, a thousand years wouldn't be enough! If they lactated, bet it'd be sweet as hell. Master, no thoughts on bearing laozi's kid?"
Mu Xueyi's face frosted over, her peach blossom eyes raw with undisguised disgust—a silent warning against delusions.
Su Rui licked his lips, lust flaring. Willing or not, he'd fuck her belly swollen, make her bear his heirs!
Of course, he knew now it was a pipe dream—whatever seed he pumped into her womb, she'd expel with spiritual power, leaving no chance.
No rush. The immortal path was long; time aplenty to train her into his crotch slave.
Su Rui smiled, glancing outside. "Master, dress up. Your disciples are coming."
Mu Xueyi tensed. "What?!"
She hastily donned her robe, divine sense sweeping—only to find Yun Zhixun and Qin Zhe still practicing far off.
Relief washed over her, but fury chilled her eyes as she glared. "You lied!"
Su Rui shrugged, laughing freely. "Don't glare at laozi like that. Spared your tender chrysanthemum today—no blooming it. Be grateful for a few more days of that hole's purity."
Mu Xueyi said coldly, "What do you really want?"
Su Rui’s eyes flashed with a sinister glint. Unhurried, he drew a glowing vessel from his storage pouch. "Master, Li Chengxuan's last soul and spirit inside. Tomorrow at the Core Formation ceremony, laozi wants you bare beneath—no undies, all prim fairy poise, but clamping this spirit pill tight in your White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole under everyone's eyes."
He flicked his finger; a thumb-sized spirit pill hovered, pulsing with light—a lewd vibrating egg!
His signature evil grin lingered. "Obey nicely, and I'll give you his last spirit. Deal?"
Mu Xueyi's peach blossom eyes widened, body trembling with rage.
This scum wanted her at the ceremony—prim facade, naked below, clenching this shameful toy under gazes galore?!
Her heart twisted like a knife. Accustomed to his violations, yet he always devised fresh torments, filling her with shame and fury—she yearned to hack him to pieces!
"You… are truly my nemesis!"
Mu Xueyi's fists clenched, voice quavering with endless humiliation.
Su Rui sneered. "No fucking from laozi, and you get the last spirit back. Bargain, no?"
Mu Xueyi shut her eyes, near vomiting blood. This was deeper shame!
But she'd resolved: any humiliation to reclaim her love's soul.
Teeth gritted, body shaking, she nodded. "Fine… I… agree."
Su Rui grinned satisfied. "Good girl."