Sword Sect's Grand Ceremony: Mother-Daughter Blossoms
The day of Mu Xueyi's Nascent Soul ceremony transformed the entire Sword Sect into a celestial feast, as if an immortal paradise had descended. Across peaks stretching a thousand zhang, rainbow-hued auspicious clouds paved heavenly paths, while the clear cries of immortal cranes intertwined with the fluttering dance of spiritual sparrows, weaving a spectacle unseen in the sect for a millennium.
Atop Heaven Sword Peak, the Trial Sword Plaza was already abuzz with voices. The white jade viewing platform hovered in midair, adorned with spirit stone lanterns spilling radiant light, casting even the sea of clouds below in a beautiful rosy glow.
Sword Sect disciples clad in white robes stood tall with exalted expressions, their brows radiating the glory of their sect.
At just twenty-five, Mu Xueyi had formed her Nascent Soul—a mark not only of her peerless talent but also a proclamation of Sword Sect's supremacy among the righteous paths.
Streaks of light streaked across the sky as cultivators from both righteous and demonic paths arrived on artifacts, some riding clouds, others wielding swords, all converging on this gathering of winds and clouds.
Yet these were merely the scattered cultivators and minor sect figures who had arrived early.
The true titans, the overlords of major sects, had yet to make their entrance.
With righteous and demonic paths mingled, the air over Trial Sword Plaza hummed with discussions of the Dao, yet undercurrents of long-buried grudges simmered. Demonic cultivators occasionally clashed verbally with righteous ones across the void, hurling curses that cursed fathers and mothers alike—but no one dared truly throw down in Sword Sect. At most, it ended in divine sense confrontations.
As Mu Xueyi's disciple, Su Rui wore an embroidered gold-sword-patterned core disciple robe today. He strolled alone through the thrumming crowds, savoring the pre-ceremony clamor.
But his leisure didn't last. Wang Dazhuang, that chubby fatty, was also wandering about and spotted Su Rui's dashing disciple attire at a glance. He shoved through the crowd with a grin, sidling up.
"Old Su! Haven't seen you in months—missed ya! You're following Senior Sister Mu now... oh wait, Senior Sister Mu's advanced to Nascent Soul; she's basically a grand elder or peak master! Your status as her disciple's skyrocketed with her!"
Though Wang Dazhuang's words dripped flattery, his narrow little eyes brimmed with genuine delight.
Su Rui smiled, shrugging. "Heh, Laozi's status has risen, sure, but my cultivation's still stuck at mid-Foundation Establishment. Training under a figure like Master? My progress is downright shameful."
Wang Dazhuang chuckled, slapping his shoulder. "Cut it out! Your cultivation might not have surged, but with Senior Sister Mu's personal guidance, your swordsmanship must be way sharper than at the Trial Sword Assembly—threefold? Nah, tenfold! No ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator's your match. You're basically invincible in your realm, straight out of a storybook protagonist template!"
As he spoke, his eyes lit up, pointing into the distance. "Hey, Old Su, check it out—isn't that Liu Qingwan?"
Su Rui glanced in that direction. Sure enough, it was Liu Qingwan.
Today, she wore a light purple gauze dress that clung to her delicate frame, outlining her alluring figure. Her chest rose modestly—just a handful—with a slender willow waist, her steps graceful and lively.
She walked shoulder-to-shoulder with several female cultivators, her laughter like tinkling bells. Her lightly powdered face stood out in the crowd, her gaze flowing with a mix of purity and subtle allure.
Just then, her eyes turned and locked with Su Rui's.
Those autumn-water eyes widened in surprise, then sparkled brightly. Her lips curved into a shy, joyful smile.
Ignoring her companions, she hurried over to Su Rui. "Su Rui, you're wandering the ceremony too? I should've invited you... Can I walk with you?"
Su Rui's expression remained indifferent. "Do as you like."
Liu Qingwan's smile deepened, stars dancing in her eyes.
Wang Dazhuang gawked, blurting out, "Holy shit, Liu Qingwan, what gives? Where's your Lin Hao? How'd you latch onto Old Su? Don't tell me you dumped Lin Hao 'cause Old Su got taken as Senior Sister Mu's disciple and looks promising now!"
The Clear Stream Village massacre involved a mysterious, powerful demonic cultivator, prompting a secret sect investigation and message lockdown.
Thus, Lin Hao and Xiao Yunting's deaths hadn't spread. Aside from a few close acquaintances noting their disappearance, ordinary disciples remained oblivious.
Liu Qingwan shot Wang Dazhuang a glare, pouting. "None of your damn business!"
She was about to say more to Su Rui when one of her female companions called out. She quickly told him, "Su Rui, I'll tell them—wait for me, okay?"
She trotted off, her skirt fluttering to reveal a glimpse of snowy calf, trailing a faint fragrance.
Wang Dazhuang sidled close to Su Rui, whispering, "Old Su, that Liu Qingwan's peak green tea bitch. Watch yourself—don't get played!"
Su Rui arched a brow, smirking playfully. "You think Laozi's the type she can wrap around her finger?"
Wang Dazhuang scratched his head, chuckling awkwardly. "Nah, but her look today... damn, it's tempting."
Su Rui eyed him sidelong. "Didn't you say she was average-looking?"
Wang Dazhuang waved it off. "Compared to your master! Oh, she's back. Looks like you two got history—I'll leave you to it, bro. Old Su, stay sharp; don't let her play you!"
The fatty winked and slipped away.
Liu Qingwan returned to Su Rui's side, beaming. "What were you two talking about?"
Su Rui drawled lazily, "That fatty said your getup looks good today."
Liu Qingwan shyly lifted her gaze, eyes full of anticipation. "And what do you think?"
Su Rui's tone was flat. "Passable."
Liu Qingwan murmured a soft "Oh," obediently sticking to his side. "Su Rui, I've broken through to mid-Foundation Establishment. My Hundred Charms Nourishing Origin Art's at the second layer now... When are you... gonna harvest me?"
Her voice was a mosquito's hum, cheeks flushing crimson.
Su Rui glanced at her sidelong, teasing, "Liu Qingwan, you that desperate to get fucked?"
She nodded shyly, voice barely audible. "I'm your little bitch... Why wouldn't a master fuck his little bitch?"
Su Rui sneered, his large hand clamping her plump ass cheek hard enough to draw a whimper. "Su Rui, here... outside... people might see!"
"What? You're Laozi's little bitch, so Laozi can't play with you in public?"
Su Rui sneered, fingers sliding into her ass crack, rubbing through the gauze, making her tremble.
Liu Qingwan shook her head frantically, face burning. "N-no... You can play with me anywhere. I like it when you do..."
Su Rui scoffed mockingly. "Slut. Without that slutty streak, Laozi might not even bother with you."
Liu Qingwan nodded eagerly, eyes pleading. "Yes... I'm your slut..."
Hearing that, Su Rui squeezed harder. Terrified of abandonment, she truly let loose—even if he stripped her bare and fucked her in front of everyone here, she wouldn't refuse.
"Tsk tsk, who would've thought the core disciple of today's ceremony star is such a depraved, lecherous scum!"
Suddenly, a cold voice laced with mockery rang out, brimming with undisguised hostility.
Su Rui turned to see a young man in core disciple robes standing with hands behind his back.
Sword brows, star-like eyes, handsome features. His aura was steady as a mountain, late-Foundation Establishment cultivation faintly emanating oppressive pressure.
He glared coldly at Su Rui and Liu Qingwan. "Sword Sect is the foremost righteous path in the world. You two acting so vulgar in broad daylight—if the visiting guests see this, won't it shame the entire sect?"
Liu Qingwan's pretty face darkened, snapping, "Who the hell are you? Butt out!"
"What a pair of adulterous dog and bitch!"
The man's fury surged, pointing at Su Rui. "Especially you—you once publicly disrespected my master, and now you're corrupting the sect's morals here. Today, I, Lu Ze, must teach you a lesson, you arrogant bastard!"
Su Rui's mind raced, deducing from his words: "You're Yu Wan'ning's disciple?"
"Scum! How dare a wretch like you utter my master's name?!"
Lu Ze flushed with rage, saying no more. His spirit sword flew out, rainbow light slashing straight at Su Rui's face.
"Lu Ze, stop!"
A crimson figure flashed like light, her coquettish scolding her as she blocked before the sword.
The newcomer wore flowing scarlet robes, her figure graceful, brows frosted with chill—it was Yu Wan'ning.
Lu Ze hastily withdrew his sword, cowed by her angry glare.
The next instant, before he could react, his revered master raised her slender hand and swung—
Slap!
A crisp slap landed unexpectedly on Lu Ze's face, hard enough to stun him. Nearby disciples turned to stare.
"M-Master..."
Lu Ze clutched his cheek, eyes wide in disbelief.
Su Rui spoke coldly then: "Yu Wan'ning, this is the first time—and the last. Keep your dog on a leash."
Yu Wan'ning's lithe body trembled faintly. She bit her lip, murmuring, "I understand."
Su Rui said no more, a wicked smirk curling his lips as he draped an arm around Liu Qingwan's shoulders and strode off.
Lu Ze, still seething, rushed forward. "Master! Why..."
"Shut up!"
Yu Wan'ning cut him off sharply, her tone brooking no argument. "From now on, you are forbidden from provoking him."
"Why?!"
"No why."
She turned away, voice cooling. "If you want to stay in Sword Sect, remember my words."
With that, she lingered no longer. Her scarlet skirts trailed as she departed, her back in the wind betraying an indescribable turmoil.
Lu Ze stood frozen, staring after her, fists clenched tight.
He didn't blame Yu Wan'ning for slapping him publicly, but he pinned today's humiliation squarely on Su Rui, vowing deep in his heart: This grudge unmet, I am no man!
Meanwhile, Su Rui kept his arm around Liu Qingwan, leaving the earlier commotion far behind.
Liu Qingwan followed quietly, stealing glances at his profile, fingers twisting her sleeve hem, hesitant to speak.
Su Rui stared ahead, breaking the silence flatly. "Spit it out if you wanna ask."
Liu Qingwan started, hesitating before whispering, "That Senior Sister Yu... what's your relationship with her?"
By now, she was certain: back at Azure Cloud Hall, Yu Wan'ning had been Su Rui's deliberate arrangement to bail her out.
Su Rui sneered, brushing her lips with a finger. "Same as you—Laozi's little bitch."
Liu Qingwan blushed crimson, cradling his finger and slipping it between her lips, tongue teasing it shyly, eyes full of submission.
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Afterward, Su Rui wandered elsewhere, Liu Qingwan obediently at his side.
Suddenly, gasps erupted across the plaza. Heads turned skyward to see spiritual lights flashing—flying boats, immortal birds, sword gleams arriving in waves as major sect guests descended.
Someone rattled off names like treasures: "That's Tianyuan Sect's Golden Dragon Boat! Tsk, even Peak Lord Yue at mid-Nascent Soul brought his disciples personally!"
"Look! Azure Sky Sect's immortal crane carriage—grand and majestic!"
"Quick, even Poison Cloud Sect from southern borderlands is here!"
Suddenly, a cry pierced the crowd: "That carriage shrouded in black mist over there! Could it be... the ride of Eternal Night Palace's lord, Yan Mingli—the Shadow Nether Palanquin?!"
"What? The second beauty of the cultivation world after Fairy Mu herself, Yan Mingli? She rarely shows her face—sun rising in the west today?"
"Cultivation world's top two beauties together? This Nascent Soul ceremony's worth it! What a feast for the eyes—brag about this and you'll make others green with envy!"
Exclamations rose ceaselessly, the plaza's atmosphere igniting.
Hearing "Yan Mingli," Su Rui's heart stirred. His divine sense extended silently, like an invisible breeze brushing the black-mist-veiled Shadow Nether Palanquin.
Inside sat two women side by side, figures graceful, faces stunningly similar—like twin flowers.
The left one wore inky gauze that clung sheerly, tracing perfect curves—full, perky breasts, willow waist, round plump hips, cascading hair loose in lazy allure.
Her phoenix eyes half-closed, aura sharp yet restrained. Su Rui saw her realm at a glance: Half-God, at the pinnacle, just one opportunity shy of God Transformation!
Su Rui confirmed inwardly: She was Yan Mingli, the rumored second beauty. Her reputation held true.
Her face fell short of Mu Xueyi's world-captivating perfection but surpassed Yu Wan'ning's by a touch.
Especially those proudly thrusting peaks—dazzlingly full, outstripping even Mu Xueyi's handful-spilling tits. Truly, magnificent beyond magnificent!
Originally, Su Rui only cared if she had phoenix-type beasts left. But seeing her in person, that soul-stealing flesh stirred him.
A lascivious fantasy flashed: tasting this second beauty's magnificent breasts, pinning her down and pounding her senseless—what ultimate pleasure that would be.
Su Rui suppressed the urge, his divine sense shifting to the woman beside Yan Mingli.
She wore goose-yellow tight robes hugging her slender frame. Less fiery than Yan Mingli,but her cool demeanor carried a bewitching charm, brows youthful and lively.
Just what was her relation to Yan Mingli?
With such resemblance, either sisters or mother-daughter.
Su Rui hoped mother-daughter—and intimately close at that. Then, gripping the Half-God Yan Mingli would have a perfect inroad.
Of course, mother-daughter rice was the world's ultimate thrill.