Chapter 37: Half-God Pinnacle, A Stunning Arrival
Inside the sedan, there was no aura of phoenix-type demon beasts. Although Su Rui was tempted to savor this peerless mother-daughter duo a little longer, he quickly withdrew his divine sense to avoid exposure.
Yet at that very moment, Yan Mingli's divine sense sliced through the void like an invisible blade, carrying the terrifying pressure of the Half-God realm as it locked onto his figure!
That divine sense was sharp as a knife, as if intent on carving open Su Rui's soul, a chilling killing intent permeating the air and sending a shiver down his spine.
He had always relied on his Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art, supplemented by the Demonic Flame Soul Forging Art, which had tempered his divine sense far beyond the Nascent Soul stage—perhaps even rivaling the God Transformation realm. That was why he'd dared to probe Yan Mingli and her daughter so brazenly.
But he never imagined he'd not only be detected but counter-locked by Yan Mingli's divine sense!
A ferocious grin flashed across Su Rui's face. "Interesting."
He swiftly concealed his aura, grabbed the oblivious Liu Qingwan, and vanished from the spot.
Inside the sedan, a flicker of shock passed through Yan Mingli's phoenix eyes. Her red lips parted slightly as she murmured in disbelief, "To think such a thing..."
Yan Qingci noticed her mother's unusual expression and asked puzzledly, "Mother, what happened?"
Yan Mingli's tone grew grave. "Just now, someone probed us mother and daughter with their divine sense."
Yan Qingci's delicate frame shuddered. "What? With your cultivation, someone could probe us? Could it be... that God Transformation ancestor from Sword Sect?"
Only a true God Transformation cultivator could possibly evade Yan Mingli's immediate detection!
Yan Mingli shook her head, a hint of amusement in her phoenix eyes. "That old ghost is still in secluded death cultivation—it's not him. It was a young brat."
Yan Qingci was even more stunned. "A brat?"
Yan Mingli nodded, a trace of admiration in her voice. "His aura was pure and crisp, without the murkiness of an old monster. He must be a few years younger than you."
Yan Qingci's beautiful eyes widened in incredulity. "You mean a boy younger than me possesses at least Half-God level divine sense?"
If not for these words coming from her revered mother, she would have dismissed them as nonsense.
Yan Mingli chuckled lightly, though deep thought flickered in her eyes. "Even I find it unbelievable, but it's the truth. The kid's cunning—he hid his aura the instant he sensed my divine sense. Heh, who knew Sword Sect, the foremost righteous sect, hid such a freak besides Mu Xueyi."
Her phoenix eyes turned to Yan Qingci, her smile deepening. "Qingci, how fortunate you are to live in this era, with so many rivals worth chasing and surpassing. Unlike me, peerless in my generation yet left to admire my own solitude—how lonely. Perhaps that's why I've been stuck at the Half-God realm all this time."
Yan Qingci's expression turned solemn, her voice firm. "Mother, I believe one day you'll step into that supreme God Transformation realm!"
Yan Mingli smiled without replying.
The God Transformation realm was the pinnacle in the human world, but her dao heart yearned far beyond.
Heaven Sword Peak's main hall—Tianji Hall.
Celestial music echoed through the hall, a hundred-zhang-long feast table laden with spirit fruits and immortal brews. Seated behind it were titans from both righteous and demonic paths, their auras intertwining in subtle confrontation.
The peak masters of Sword Sect's various peaks and the grand elders sat upon the high platform, their expressions solemn, their piercing sword intents like invisible mountains suppressing the undercurrents in the hall.
The ceremony's star, Mu Xueyi, had yet to appear, but her name was on every guest's lips. Each praise, each gasp of awe, pushed the atmosphere of her Nascent Soul ceremony to new heights.
Just then, a dragon's roar echoed from the skies.
A golden dragon skyship emblazoned with dragon-phoenix totems burst through the clouds, radiant with spiritual light and brimming with grandeur.
The skyship descended slowly. Tianyuan Sect's sect master, Yue Xuanqing, led his disciples in gold-trimmed cyan robes as they filed out.
His mid-Nascent Soul cultivation was on full display, his pressure spreading like tidal waves, forcing the welcoming disciples to bow deeply, their eyes filled with awe.
Yue Xuanqing strode straight into the hall without a sideways glance.
An elder from Qingxiao Sect approached with greetings, but he merely nodded faintly, his arrogance as a major righteous sect's leader on full display, drawing murmurs: "Tianyuan Sect truly lives up to its prestige!"
As the crowd marveled at Tianyuan Sect's display, a small sedan shrouded in faint black mist silently landed in a corner before the hall.
This formed a stark contrast to the golden dragon skyship's ostentation.
The sedan curtain parted lightly, a flash of inky skirt hem emerging gracefully, veiled gauze revealing skin like flawless white jade beneath.
A slender white ankle then touched down lightly—not quite on the jade stone ground, but hovering an inch above, as if untouched by mortal dust.
When Yan Mingli fully emerged, the once-bustling plaza fell deathly silent.
She wore an inky gauze dress that seemed alive, clinging to her voluptuous, graceful figure, outlining every breathtaking curve—the lofty swells of her massive breasts, her slender waist, her full rounded hips swaying with mesmerizing allure as she moved.
Cascades of raven-black hair spilled to her waist, loosely pinned with a few dark purple jade clasps, accentuating her exposed skin's pearly luminescence and icy sheen.
Yet more captivating than this body that could set any man's blood ablaze was the intangible, overwhelming pressure she exuded.
It wasn't deliberate but a natural emanation from her life level and profound cultivation.
"Who... who is she?"
A young disciple stared entranced, murmuring aloud in the silence, his voice piercingly clear.
An older cultivator beside him snapped back, gasping. "Inky palace attire, nether attendants... Eternal Night Palace! She's the lord of Eternal Night Palace, Yan Mingli!"
"Yan Mingli? The one said to be... the second beauty after Fairy Mu?"
"She's stunning! And look at her aura—unfathomable! My master is mid-Nascent Soul, but his pressure is nothing compared to hers!"
"She's emerged again! And for Fairy Mu's Nascent Soul ceremony?"
Murmurs rose like tides, laced with shock, infatuation, fear, and doubt.
Countless gazes—bold or furtive—fixed on that inky figure.
The truly profound old monsters and sect leaders felt towering waves in their hearts.
They sensed more clearly the terrifying power hidden beneath her seemingly languid poise.
"Half-God realm... peak! She's reached this stage!"
A white-haired elder from Qingxiao Sect sent to his companion, voice trembling. "A century unseen, and she's grown even more terrifying."
"Why has she come? Surely not just to observe?"
A demonic sect leader's eyes flickered with wariness and schemes.
Yan Qingci followed half a step behind her mother, her goose-yellow tight robes accentuating her upright posture, blending cool aloofness with youthful vigor.
She keenly felt the gazes from all directions, instinctively straightening her back.
Yan Mingli seemed oblivious, her phoenix eyes lifting slightly to sweep over the grand Tianji Hall plaque, a faint, enigmatic curve at her lips. Barefoot and hovering, she glided unhurriedly into the hall.
Wherever she passed, the crowd parted as if by invisible force, yielding a path.
The moment her alluring figure crossed the threshold, the hall's chatter and greetings froze for an instant.
Countless gazes—stunned, grave, curious—snapped to her.
Yue Xuanqing, freshly seated, saw the inky figure and paled with complex emotions. After a hesitation, he approached, cupping his hands with a smile. "Palace Lord Yan, two centuries unseen, and your elegance surpasses the past—truly captivating."
Yan Mingli's phoenix eyes lifted slightly, a playful hook at her lips. "Heh, the little cultivator from two centuries ago has now reached mid-Nascent Soul? Time is wondrous indeed—even mediocrities can pile up cultivation if they cling to life."
A helpless bitter smile crossed Yue Xuanqing's face. Nascent Soul formers were rare as phoenix feathers—how could they be mediocre?
Yet before Yan Mingli, his arrogance wilted involuntarily.
He suppressed his thoughts, not daring to argue, and smiled obsequiously. "Palace Lord Yan jests. I never imagined a mere junior's Nascent Soul ceremony would draw you personally."
Yan Mingli's jade finger lightly brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her voice languid. "For an ordinary junior, this palace wouldn't deign to come. But who let her be Mu Xueyi?"
"Indeed."
Yue Xuanqing nodded eagerly. "She possesses a heavenly spiritual root and Sword Heart Transparent—her future is limitless! You've come to witness another heaven's proud daughter's rise, I presume?"
Yan Mingli's vermilion lips curved in an inscrutable smile. "Perhaps... this palace came to bury her personally."
Her words weren't loud, yet they landed like icicles, a chilling menace spreading through the hall.
The peak masters and grand elders on the high platform paled in unison. Xuan Qing Zhenren shot to his feet, spiritual power surging, poised to strike.
Yan Mingli merely glanced indifferently.
That single glance struck Xuan Qing like a hammer; he staggered, forcibly pressed back into his seat by invisible divine sense pressure.
Cold sweat beaded his brow, horror in his heart—his peak late-Nascent Soul cultivation crumbled under one look!
"This woman... is truly terrifying."
Bai Yu Zhenren's face grew grave. "A century in seclusion, yet though not God Transformation, her Half-God realm is perfected—only a stroke of fortune away."
Lingyunzi's expression tightened. "Her words earlier—does she truly target Xueyi?"
Xuan Qing shook his head with a wry smile. "I thought so too at first, but that divine sense clash felt more like a warning—we overreacted to mere jest."
"Just like that demoness."
Bai Yu sighed in relief inwardly.
If Yan Mingli dared act, they might not stop her.
Half-God touched the divine domain; a mere step from peak late-Nascent Soul, yet an uncrossable chasm.
The divine sense clash was lightning-fast, perceived only by late-Nascent Soul and above; most guests remained clueless.
Now, Yan Mingli had gracefully seated herself with Yan Qingci, poised as if she were the true host.
Time rewound to the instant Yan Mingli's divine sense locked onto Su Rui.
Su Rui swiftly masked his aura, grabbed Liu Qingwan's slender hand, and flickered like a ghost, pulling her into a nearby deep, secluded alley.
The alley was narrow, its bluestone path mottled, piled with discarded spirit herbs emitting a faint rotten scent.
Liu Qingwan was stunned by Su Rui's sudden move. With her mere mid-Foundation Establishment cultivation, how could she sense that heart-stopping divine sense clash?
Blinking her autumn-water eyes with shy anticipation, she whispered, "Su Rui, why... did you suddenly pull me here?"
A flicker of expectation rose in her heart—this secluded spot, his lecherous gaze... could it be...
Su Rui sneered, his eyes roving her body unabashedly—from her perky breasts, down her slim waist, to her round ass cheeks, burning with naked predatory heat.
"Slut, don't you want to get fucked?"
His voice was low and mocking, his right hand shooting out to grip her chin, forcing her head up to meet his abyssal eyes. "Laozi's gonna satisfy you right now, you horny bitch!"
Liu Qingwan trembled, shame deepening in her eyes as her Hundred Charms Nourishing Origin Art instinctively circulated. Spiritual power flowed, releasing a soul-hooking fragrance from her snowy skin.
She murmured softly, "Mm..."
Su Rui scoffed, his large hand clamping her breast through the thin gauze, kneading the handful of softness roughly, as if to crush the tender flesh.
His other hand delved under her skirt, deftly shoving aside her panties, fingertips assaulting her tight petals, digging rapidly with wet squelches.
"Ah..."
Liu Qingwan's pretty face flushed crimson, biting her lip to stifle moans, her watery eyes glazing over.
Gasping, she pleaded coquettishly, "Su Rui... can I ask you something?"
"Speak."
His tone icy, fingers unrelenting, teasing her slick folds.
"We... haven't kissed yet. Could you kiss me? I want to give you my first kiss too..."
Her voice barely audible, cheeks dripping red.
Su Rui sneered mockingly. "Liu Qingwan, you fucking wanna play pure love with laozi? First kiss? That slutty mouth of yours got wrecked by laozi's dragon root ages ago—what innocent act is this?"
He slapped her plump ass hard—smack!—ripples across the snowy flesh. "Turn around, hands on the wall, ass up!"
A shadow of hurt flashed in Liu Qingwan's eyes, but she obeyed without protest, murmuring assent. She turned meekly, hands bracing the bluestone wall, skirt hiked to her waist, baring her jade-white cheeks.
Her pink pussy dripped lewdly, glistening translucently in the dim alley.
Su Rui snorted coldly, thrusting his massive cock in mercilessly, slamming her depths.
Liu Qingwan whimpered, hands clamping her mouth to muffle cries, fearing passersby.
"Hands off!"
Su Rui barked, slapping her ass harder, leaving a red mark. "Laozi loves your slutty moans—quit the chaste martyr bullshit!"
Liu Qingwan released her hands, moaning wantonly. "Okay... if you like it... I won't hold back... Su Rui... so deep... so good... aaah... I'm cumming!"
Her body convulsed, ass spasming; she climaxed after mere thrusts, juices trailing down her thighs to the stones, wafting lewd musk.
"Your pussy's still such trash—cums from a few pumps, useless slut!"
Su Rui cursed, pounding fiercer, his huge shaft ravaging her tight hole with sticky slaps.
Liu Qingwan panted submissively. "Sorry... my... pussy's so... useless... really... sorry..."
Her ass instinctively met his thrusts, her face a mask of coquettish charm.
Su Rui yanked her hair, twisting her face to him, crushing her lips in a savage kiss.
Liu Qingci's eyes widened in joy, her tongue eagerly entwining his, sucking greedily with wet smacks.
Kissed by him, she felt fulfilled, moans unrestrained amid the alley's distant clamor, desperate only to please her fucker.
But she didn't know—even her loudest cries were unheard.
Su Rui had set a restriction at the alley mouth, barring entry and shielding all divine sense—even Yan Mingli's Half-God probe couldn't pierce it, let alone ordinary cultivators.
In this undisturbed nook, Su Rui fucked Liu Qingwan for two full hours, swelling her tender pussy red and sopping, then relentlessly reaming her tight asshole till she was drenched in sweat, gasping endlessly.
Her legs buckled repeatedly, collapsing only to be hauled up for more brutal pounding.
Finally, with a guttural roar, he blasted scorching cum down her throat.
Liu Qingwan knelt, white turbidity dribbling from her lips, eyes blissful. "Su Rui... your little bitch swallowed it all... see..."
She opened her mouth, tongue flicking clean.
This woman was a total slut when riled. With only an hour till Mu Xueyi's ceremony, he itched to ravage her again.
Flowing Cloud Subpeak, Mu Xueyi's boudoir. Incense smoke curled, a spiritually glowing bronze mirror reflecting a peerless visage.
Mu Xueyi sat at her vanity, a touch of helplessness between her brows.
Yun Zhixun wielded a jade comb, carefully tending her waterfall of ink-blue hair to her waist.
Gazing at her master's flawless, world-toppling beauty in the mirror—needing no adornment—she said gravely, "Master, today's our Sword Sect's grandest celebration in a millennium. As the undisputed star, how can you not dress up properly?"
Her strokes gentle yet stubborn. "I heard even Eternal Night Palace's Palace Lord Yan Mingli came personally. She's merely second to you, the top beauty—no makeup crushes her, but let me doll you up. You'll be the hall's sole focus, stealing her thunder entirely!"
Mu Xueyi sighed softly. The "top beauty" title meant nothing to her, but Yun Zhixun was unusually persistent today, echoed by Qin Zhe nearby: "Junior Sister's right. Master represents Sword Sect's face today—grand attire befits our prestige."
Unable to resist her disciples, Mu Xueyi relented, letting Yun Zhixun apply light powder, trace her brows, and tint her lips.
Makeup done, she eyed the mirror. The woman in white as snow, hair like clouds, had deepened phoenix eyes flowing with soul-captivating allure; a dab of rouge on her lips like plum blossoms in snow added stunning allure to her icy detachment.
Yun Zhixun stared breathless, finally tugging Qin Zhe's sleeve excitedly. "Master looks... peerless! Right, Senior Brother Qin?"
Qin Zhe had zoned out, snapping back with flushed ears, averting his gaze. His voice low and earnest: "Junior Sister's right. Master's immortal poise is stunningly breathtaking."
Even the aloof Mu Xueyi faltered under such direct praise from her disciples.
Her lashes fluttered, face turning slightly as blush crept from ears to cheeks, lending vivid softness to her usual stern beauty.
Yun Zhixun and Qin Zhe had never seen their master's girlish side, staring anew.
Then, a clear, laughing voice from outside: "Master looks bubble-gorgeous today! I dare say even the goddess who forged these three thousand worlds would pale before you and bow!"
At that voice, Mu Xueyi's shy flush vanished, tenderness in her eyes replaced by her usual icy chill.