Chapter 38: Spirit Pill Enters the Body, Star澜 Rainbow Garments
Yun Zhixun recognized Su Rui's voice the moment she heard it.
She turned to see him strolling in, laughing as she scolded, "Little Junior Brother, that flattery of yours sure packs a punch!"
Unexpectedly, Qin Zhe chimed in from the side. "But I think Little Junior Brother's right. Master's beauty could make even a goddess hang her head in shame."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than his gaze drifted involuntarily toward Mu Xueyi, hoping to catch a glimpse of even greater shyness on her face.
Yet the peach-blossom eyes reflected in the copper mirror had already shed their earlier soft feminine charm, reverting to their usual icy frost.
Qin Zhe's heart skipped a beat. Had he said something wrong? But on second thought, Su Rui had said it first—if Master was angry, it should be at him.
Mu Xueyi rose slowly, her voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority. "Enough. The ceremony is about to begin. You three go ahead to the Heavenly Extreme Hall."
Now a Nascent Soul cultivator, she could cross a thousand li in an instant with her escape light. There was no rush for her to leave.
Yun Zhixun and Qin Zhe bowed in unison, saying respectfully, "Yes, Master."
Yun Zhixun saw Su Rui still standing there and raised an eyebrow. "Little Junior Brother, what are you spacing out for? Let's go!"
Su Rui's face broke into a gentle smile. "You two go on ahead. I have something to discuss with Master."
Their brows furrowed slightly. Why did this little junior brother always have private matters to discuss with Master?
Though they found it odd, they didn't suspect anything improper—likely just cultivation issues. But why bring it up now, of all times?
Since Mu Xueyi didn't object, they set aside their doubts and departed on their swords.
The door clicked softly shut behind them, leaving the boudoir in sudden quiet, with only Mu Xueyi and Su Rui remaining.
An invisible undercurrent seemed to stir in the air. Under the spiritual glow, the room's elegant furnishings and curling sandalwood incense made Mu Xueyi's white gauze fairy dress appear even more otherworldly.
Su Rui dropped his gentle smile, revealing his usual lecherous grin as his eyes roamed shamelessly over her alluring figure.
Beneath the sheer white gauze, her curves were exquisite—towering snow peaks at her chest, a waist slender as a willow, like a blooming snow lotus, holy yet lethally seductive.
He tsked in admiration. "Master, the makeup Big Sis Yun gave you... no words can do justice to how stunning you look right now! Look, laozi's massive cock that's made you climax so many times is already throbbing like it's gonna burst!"
A blatant tent pitched in his crotch, his eyes burning with lust, utterly unmasked in their raw greed.
He'd just ravaged Liu Qingwan hard in that alley at the Trial Sword Plaza, which had sated him somewhat. But facing Mu Xueyi's peerless beauty now, his desire roared back like wildfire, three times fiercer than before.
Mu Xueyi didn't spare him a glance, as if deaf to his filthy words, her flawless face still frosty as ice.
Su Rui chuckled, unperturbed, and lunged forward. His large hand shot straight for the lofty peaks on her chest, fingertips nearly brushing their soft contours.
At that instant, Mu Xueyi's jade hand rose lightly, clamping his wrist with pinpoint precision. The force was gentle yet unyielding as an iron shackle, halting him dead.
Su Rui arched a brow, teasing, "Master, what's this? Laozi just wants to check if you're wearing any undergarments!"
Mu Xueyi's lovely face shifted subtly, but her response remained icy. "I'm not."
Su Rui sneered, his tone turning harsh. "You say you're not, so I believe it? Laozi has to verify personally. Let go!"
The final "let go" boomed like thunder, laced with irresistible pressure.
Mu Xueyi's heart jolted, cowed by the momentum. Her jade hand loosened instinctively.
Seizing the chance, Su Rui's large hand kneaded the plump jade breasts through the thin gauze. The touch was soft and bouncy as fine jade; his palm clearly felt the pert peaks—no undergarments indeed.
He let out a lewd laugh, groping freely, molding the perfect tits into obscene shapes.
Mu Xueyi bit her lip hard, her voice frigid. "Enough! Let go!"
Su Rui released as ordered, grinning wickedly. "Master, I was just checking. Why get mad? Unless... laozi's touch got you feeling it?"
Mu Xueyi shot him a cold glare, her voice like ice. "The Core Formation ceremony is starting. It's time to go."
Su Rui flipped his palm, spiritual light swirling as a thumb-sized spirit pill pulsed faintly—the lewd vibrating egg.
"Master, before we head out, you haven't forgotten this little toy, have you?"
Mu Xueyi's face paled. She bit her lip, then channeled spiritual power after a moment, drawing the spirit pill toward her.
But just as it neared her palm, Su Rui snorted coldly, shaking it back with his own power. He laughed. "Master, no need to trouble yourself. Let laozi put it in your White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole personally!"
Before she could react, he yanked up her gauze skirt, baring her hairless, panty-free steamed bun pussy.
The pink tender petals sealed in a tight slit, exuding deadly temptation—like a budding jade lotus.
Su Rui licked his lips, cackling. "Fuck, Master, your White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole looks so damn enticing every time! Laozi could just pin you to the bed and pound you senseless right now!"
Mu Xueyi suppressed her fury, snapping coldly, "Put it in already. I don't have time for your nonsense!"
Su Rui chuckled, parting the tight honey slit with his fingertip and slowly inserting the spirit pill into her vagina.
The White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole was impossibly tight. Once inside, the pill was gripped by the tender walls' extraordinary suction—even in battle or swordplay, it wouldn't slip an inch.
Mu Xueyi's face stayed coldly aloof, her eyes icier still as she endured the humiliation. "Your filthy hand can come out now."
Su Rui withdrew his finger leisurely, deliberately waving it before her eyes.
Mu Xueyi saw it glistening with her slick nectar, her heart trembling. Had a mere brush of his fingertip made her body so weak, gushing this shameful fluid in response?
She knew it was just a natural reaction, yet the uncontrollable sensitivity filled her with humiliation.
She averted her gaze from his smug eyes—only for the lecher's hand to wave again, ripping open her white gauze fairy dress and exposing her flawlessly voluptuous jade breasts.
"Su Rui!"
Mu Xueyi's rage erupted. This crossed the line of their agreement. Did this pervert intend to defile her by force before the ceremony?
Unable to endure any longer, her jade hand flashed with spiritual light. Minglan sang as it unsheathed, its edge aimed at Su Rui's brow!
Su Rui knew he'd truly enraged her and raised his hands in surrender, grinning. "Master, don't get mad! This disciple just thinks your white gauze dress is beautiful but doesn't suit today's grand occasion."
He flipped his palm, retrieving a set of fairy robes from his storage pouch. Spiritual light flowed, suspending the dress midair, emanating faint starlight like a cascading galaxy.
This immortal garb was called the Star billow Neiyi Dress, woven from ten-thousand-year star silkworm silk. Its deep night-sky skirt was studded with tiny star-like spirit crystals, flowing like an inverted starry river—magnificently exquisite.
"Master, this is a gift this disciple prepared just for you. Wear it to the ceremony, and every cultivator in the world will kneel before your immortal grace!"
Mu Xueyi's cold gaze swept over the dress. It was peerlessly gorgeous and ethereal, far surpassing her white gauze.
But she knew Su Rui's motive: to dress her primly on the outside while hiding shameful filth within, parading her at the grand event for his amusement.
A complex flicker crossed her eyes. She sighed inwardly, slowly sheathing Minglan. "Out."
Su Rui arched a brow, teasing. "Just changing clothes, Master—why chase me out? Your skirt's already torn by laozi. What's it matter if you strip bare in front of me?"
"Out!"
Mu Xueyi's voice was glacial, commanding with unquestionable dignity, her peach-blossom eyes sharpening coldly.
Su Rui shrugged lazily. "Fine, fine. This disciple will wait outside for Master."
He turned and exited the boudoir. The door clicked shut, leaving icy silence.
Mu Xueyi gazed down at the Star billow Neiyi Dress, her jade fingers brushing the skirt. It felt silky as water, star crystals gleaming with spiritual light.
She changed slowly, standing before the copper mirror. The reflection was a celestial fairy descended from the ninth heavens.
Had it come from Yun Zhixun or Qin Zhe, she might have been touched. But from this pervert, laced with his filthy intentions, it stirred a tangle of emotions.
The door creaked open. Mu Xueyi emerged in full regalia, the Star billow Neiyi Dress shimmering radiantly.
Su Rui leaned against the wall outside. At the sight of her peerless elegance in the dress, awe flashed in his eyes. He stared blankly before recovering, laughing. "Master, you look so breathtaking laozi's heart's pounding! This Star billow Neiyi Dress was the perfect pick—no other woman in the world could match its splendor!"
Mu Xueyi said nothing. Spiritual light flashed at her feet as she shot toward Heavenly Extreme Hall in escape light.
Su Rui followed swiftly, his figure blurring into a streak of light, flying abreast through the sea of clouds.
Mu Xueyi glanced coldly at him, mocking. "What, no more pretending to be a Foundation Establishment cultivator?"
This was Nascent Soul escape speed. If Su Rui appeared like this at the ceremony, his mid-Foundation Establishment facade would shatter instantly.
Su Rui shrugged, grinning brazenly. "Master, to others, it'll look like you're carrying me with your spell. Besides, laozi's formed a Nascent Soul now—why sneak around?"
Mu Xueyi snorted coldly. "Then why alter your aura? Afraid of divine sense scans?"
Su Rui's gaze darkened, chuckling. "Master's eyes are sharp as ever. Truth is, this disciple might've crossed a certain major cultivator attending today. I don't want her probing me yet, so I'm suppressing my aura."
Mu Xueyi sneered. "If that's the case, hide in your rundown cave abode. Why show up for the fuss?"
Su Rui's eyes burned into her profile, grinning evilly. "Master, it's your Nascent Soul ceremony today. Even if a Deity Transformation cultivator wants laozi's head, laozi has to see you in your 'moment of glory' with my own eyes!"
Mu Xueyi's willow brows arched. "Su Rui, if you like me so much, why trample my dignity again and again? Does seeing me humiliated make you that happy?"
Su Rui chuckled lightly, obsession surging in his eyes like madness. "Happy? No, it's more than that. Since laozi can never be the man on the tip of your heart, unable to make you remember me out of love, then laozi will carve the deepest scar in your soul—make you hate me for eternity! Love and hate are the strongest emotions, aren't they?"
Mu Xueyi shook her head, her voice frigid. "You're truly twisted."
Su Rui sneered, his tone flaring fiercely. "Twisted? Heh... this is all thanks to you! You planted the seed of obsession in laozi's heart! If I hadn't chased the unattainable, how could my Dao heart shatter, dragging me into the demonic path? Mu Xueyi, you lit the fire—don't think you can stay out of it now. No such easy deals in this world!"
Mu Xueyi slowed her escape light, listening quietly to his vehement accusations. The chill in her peach-blossom eyes faded, turning to a near-pitying clarity.
Su Rui hated that look. He scowled. "Don't give laozi that pitying stare—drop the savior act! Laozi's told you before: if you really want to redeem me, just spread your legs and let laozi fuck you! That's true mercy."
Mu Xueyi shook her head gently, her tone serene. "Su Rui, you claim I drove you to the demonic path, blaming me for everything. But what you truly love has never been me—it's the phantom of the unattainable in your heart."
"You can't bear loss or rejection. Your so-called admiration turns to hurtful blades at the slightest setback. That's not affection—it's selfish plunder. Your actions now are just kidnapping in the name of love. Afraid to admit your failure, you drag me down with you to bury your broken Dao heart."
"A firm Dao heart repels all demons. What traps you isn't me—it's the prison you built yourself."
The madness on Su Rui's face vanished abruptly, replaced by eerie calm. He said gravely, "Mu Xueyi, you're always so certain... certain of righteous and evil, right and wrong. Is the Heavenly Dao you revere the ultimate truth?"
"You say my heart demon is my own doing. But what about you? The 'Dao' you cling to—isn't it just another obsession? Your pity for me now—doesn't it just feed your need for self-righteous salvation?"
"Since your 'Dao' can't redeem me... why not try my 'demonic path'! Let's see if your Dao heart purifies my demonic qi first—or if my demonic affliction drags you into the abyss!"
Hearing this, Mu Xueyi fell silent.
She now fully understood: Su Rui's twisted worldview had its own unshakeable logic, impervious to words.
Arguing further was like playing the lute to a cow.
The last ripple in her eyes smoothed away. She ignored him, her spiritual light surging as her Nascent Soul escape speed resumed.
Su Rui said no more, matching her pace. In moments, the clouds thinned ahead, revealing the majestic silhouette of Heavenly Extreme Hall. Fairy music and bustling voices drifted on the wind.