Spiritual Pill's Secret Torment, Battle of Beauties
On the martial arena, the Cultivation World's number one and number two beauties stood facing each other.
Mu Xueyi's Minglan was already unsheathed. Yan Mingli lightly raised her jade hand, placing a pitch-black jade flute to her lips. Demonic patterns flowed across the flute's body as chilling demonic qi silently spread, accompanied by invisible sound waves that rippled outward, instantly silencing the clamor on the viewing platforms.
A trace of lazy amusement curved her lips. Those soul-stirring phoenix eyes fixed on Mu Xueyi opposite her, appraising her like a sword awaiting the grindstone, a flicker of interest and provocation gleaming in their depths.
On the main viewing platform, the Nascent Soul cultivators from various sects wore varied expressions. Xuan Qing Zhenren's brows furrowed tightly as he sent a voice transmission to Bai Yu Zhenren beside him: "Yan Mingli wields a jade flute, blending music and demonic qi in unfathomable ways... Xueyi's battle will be fraught with peril!"
Bai Yu Zhenren replied via voice transmission: "Rest assured. Since Xueyi accepted this fight, she has her trump cards. Besides, the true extent of her Sword Heart Unity remains unknown even to us."
On another viewing platform, Yun Zhixun clenched her fists tightly, worry lacing her voice: "Master, please be careful!"
Qin Zhe remained silent, but his gaze locked intently on that exquisite figure atop the arena, his eyes brimming with concern.
Only Su Rui, concealed amid the crowd, hooked his lips into a wicked grin. He secretly urged his demonic qi, making the spiritual pill throb ceaselessly.
Inside Mu Xueyi's vagina, the spiritual pill writhed like a living thing, lewdly grinding against her sensitive inner walls, sending waves of mind-shattering pleasure crashing through her.
Mu Xueyi bit her pearly teeth, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in her body. Under Yan Mingli's oppressive aura, she couldn't spare the focus to seal her lower body. Hot, slick nectar leaked uncontrollably, gradually soaking the inner a layer of her Starlan Rainbow Robes.
If she couldn't end this quickly, the dripping fluids would expose her shame. Not only would she be disgraced, but Sword Sect's reputation would be dragged through the mud, becoming the laughingstock of the world.
In one corner of the viewing platforms, two demonic cultivators from Poison Cloud Sect whispered, their greedy gazes locked on Mu Xueyi.
The blood-robed cultivator licked his cracked lips and sent a voice transmission to his companion: "This Mu Xueyi truly lives up to being the Cultivation World's top beauty. Those massive tits and that peach-like plump ass—tsk tsk. If I could capture her, I'd pin her beneath me night after night, fucking her till her soul flips and she begs for mercy nonstop!"
His voice was low and thick with undisguised lechery, his eyes blazing with lust, as if Mu Xueyi were already his plaything.
The gaunt old man beside him chuckled darkly, a vicious glint in his eyes as he replied via voice transmission: "Heh, that's nothing. If it were me, I'd strip her bare, bind her to the demonic flame altar, erode her dao heart with demonic qi day and night, turn her into a cauldron, drain every drop of her spiritual power, then make her kneel and service me, utterly submitting!"
His raspy laughter grated like sandpaper, every word venomous, revealing the ruthless depravity of demonic cultivators.
The blood-robed man’s eyes burned hotter at this, praising: "Old ghost, you really know how to play! If we did that, we'd turn Sword Sect's prodigy into our crotch slave and humiliate the righteous path!"
The two exchanged sinister smiles, their voice transmissions secretive and low, convinced no one could overhear.
Yet voice transmissions relied on divine sense fluctuations. Su Rui stood right beside them, and with divine sense rivaling the Half-God realm, their conversation rang as clear as whispers in his ears, every filthy word captured.
At those vile profanities, icy killing intent surged in Su Rui's eyes.
These two were mere Foundation Establishment cultivators, only daring to flap their gums from afar. If Mu Xueyi stood before them, they'd lack even the guts to look up.
He could toy with Mu Xueyi however he pleased, but others defiling her with such base words was intolerable.
He committed these two to memory.
On the martial arena.
Yan Mingli's phoenix eyes scrutinized Mu Xueyi—brimming with battle intent yet faintly pale—and she remarked curiously: "Fairy Mu, your aura has been subtly disordered since entering the hall. Are you unwell?"
Mu Xueyi's lashes trembled faintly before she steadied her mind, replying calmly: "No need for concern, Palace Lord Yan. I am fine."
Yan Mingli smiled faintly: "In that case, Fairy Mu, please proceed."
She twirled the jade flute lightly, signaling the start.
Mu Xueyi, intent on a swift victory, let out a delicate shout. Minglan blazed with light, its sword intent arcing like a rainbow as she unleashed the fifteenth form of the Jade Phoenix Sword Art: Phoenix Illuminates the Firmament!
The sword light transformed into a phoenix soaring through the nine heavens, wrapped in blazing fiery rainbow laced with peerless killing intent, slashing straight at Yan Mingli!
On the viewing platforms, a Sword Sect grand elder cried out in shock: "Phoenix Illuminates the Firmament? That's the pinnacle of the Jade Phoenix Sword Art! Xueyi could only manage the tenth form at Core Formation—how, mere months after forming her Nascent Soul, can she wield this supreme killing move?"
Bai Yu Zhenren stroked his beard with a smile, eyes full of praise: "That's the wonder of Sword Heart Transparent! Xueyi comprehended the full art back in Core Formation but lacked the mana to execute it. Now, with Nascent Soul perfection, such moves come effortlessly!"
Sword Sect disciples were all stunned. The Jade Phoenix Sword Art wasn't hard to learn—the only hurdle was flexible sinews and bones—so most disciples practiced it.
Yet breaking the seventh layer was rare as phoenix feathers. Mu Xueyi opened with the art's zenith, unleashing late-Nascent Soul might at early-Nascent Soul cultivation!
Yan Mingli faced this without panic.
She placed the jade flute to her lips, a ethereal flute note rippling out as her technique—the Netherworld Heavenly Sound Art—surged into motion.
Black demonic qi roiled like night tides, layering into countless shadowy claws that met the fiery sword light head-on!
Boom!
Sword light clashed with shadows, spiritual qi exploding as the arena's barriers flickered wildly.
Mu Xueyi's lithe body swayed, her pretty face paling. The spiritual pill churned violently within, like countless lewd tentacles ravaging her floral core, numbing pleasure surging to her mind and disrupting her sword intent.
Yan Mingli seized the moment, twirling her flute. The note sharpened into black sound blades—like myriad demonic souls howling—tearing void space to pierce Mu Xueyi's vital points.
Her style was inscrutably eerie and unpredictable: the jade flute served as sonic weapon and melee medium, black demonic qi shadowing every move, assaults tidal and impossible to fully guard.
Mu Xueyi suppressed the lewd ecstasy, summoning the Nine Heavens Protective Spirit Array. Nine spiritual lights encircled her, forming a barrier against the sound blades.
Teeth gritted, she shifted sword forms to the fourteenth style: Stellar River Phoenix Dance. Sword light poured like a galactic cascade, nimble and swift, probing the demonic qi defenses.
Yet the pill's torment made her lower body slick and unbearable. Nectar gushing from her honey slit threatened to soak through her robes—soon dripping down her snow-white thighs!
Her focus split; the Stellar River Phoenix Dance weakened.
Yan Mingli's form flickered like a shadowy specter, flute whipping as black demonic qi coalesced into a ten-zhang Netherworld Demoness phantom wielding an illusory long whip, shattering the incoming sword light!
"Fairy Mu, I've heard your Sword Heart Transparent evolves to Sword Heart Unity post-Nascent Soul."
Yan Mingli's red lips parted in mockery: "I thought it some world-shaking supreme sacred body, but it's disappointingly fragile. And yet you dare fight me so distracted—what poise shall I praise, or folly mock? No matter; you're just a fish that can't leap the pond. This Palace should never have expected more."
Her tone chilled toward the end. The jade flute lashed out again, black demonic qi forming countless wailing ghosts to assail Mu Xueyi's mind.
Mu Xueyi hurriedly rang the Azure Sky Bell; crisp chimes formed sonic waves to block, but demonic qi still forced her back several steps. Her aura grew more chaotic, the pill's lewd throbs nearly shattering her concentration.
On the main platform, Yue Xuanqing sighed lowly: "Mu Xueyi persisting this long is a miracle. Yan Mingli's Netherworld Heavenly Sound Art shifts endlessly—any other early Nascent Soul would be devoured instantly by those demonic tones."
As he said, nearby early Nascent Soul cultivators paled, knowing they'd crumble even with full treasures if in her place.
Mu Xueyi's plight worsened. Ghostly demonic qi, laced with frigid yin winds, pressed relentlessly, backing her to the arena's edge—one step from falling out!
In this critical moment, the spiritual pill suddenly stilled, going completely dormant!
A flash of surprise crossed her mind. Mu Xueyi's peach-blossom eyes sharpened; she cast aside all distractions, sword intent flooding her body. Minglan sensed its master's resolve and issued a clear phoenix cry!
She moved with the sword, unleashing Jade Phoenix Sword Art's fourteenth style once more—Stellar River Phoenix Dance!
In an instant, radiant sword light cascaded like the Milky Way from the nine heavens, scattering every ghostly demonic qi in its path—obliterated under the blade!
Freed from the pill's interference, Mu Xueyi's Sword Heart Unity shone fully, merging her sword intent with Minglan as one.
But as she gathered for a counterattack, the damned pill in her vagina throbbed anew, tidal lewd pleasure assaulting her dao heart.
With the pill's resurgence came Su Rui's voice transmission, laced with a loathsome, sinister smile: "Jie jie jie, Master, that White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole of yours can't handle this pill's throbs, huh? How about it—want laozi to stop it for good? So you can cut loose."
Mu Xueyi's slender hand gripped Minglan's hilt fiercely, replying coldly via voice transmission: "Su Rui! Stop it if you will—but beg you? Never!"
Su Rui chuckled darkly, his voice transmission teasing: "Laozi knows you're stubborn. No need to bow—just ask Yan Mingli one thing for me: that fire phoenix she kept a century ago—is it still alive? Simple as that, Master won't refuse your disciple, right?"
Mu Xueyi's willow brows furrowed. It was trivial, but instinct urged refusal—she wouldn't indulge this vile disciple.
Yet defeat now would foil the righteous deterrence of demons, crushing morale.
She gritted her teeth reluctantly and asked Yan Mingli: "Palace Lord Yan, I hear you raised a fire phoenix a century ago. Does it still live?"
Yan Mingli's phoenix eyes arched, lips curving playfully: "Fairy Mu, struggling yet prying into irrelevancies? Stalling? Fine—I'll tell you. That fire phoenix long underwent nirvana rebirth. Now—it's a holy phoenix."
With a wave of her jade hand, her spirit beast pouch flashed. A holy phoenix wreathed in flames burst forth, wings unfurled!
Late-Nascent Soul aura swept the arena, crimson-golden flames like heavenly fire, scorching heat paling every cultivator's face.
"Holy... holy phoenix! That featherless beast really evolved through nirvana?!"
The crane-haired elder from the Scripture Pavilion, watching from the main platform, gaped in disbelief, his white beard quivering with shock.
When he'd told Su Rui, he'd doubted success—high-rank beasts rarely evolved, let alone a tamed, wildness-lost mount.
Yet this holy phoenix had succeeded, its feral aura dwarfing some great demons!
That late-Nascent Soul pressure spread tangibly. Without Bai Yu Zhenren directing Nascent Souls to shield the platforms, low-rank disciples would've knelt crushed and humiliated.
A late-Nascent Soul holy phoenix could rampage human realms unchecked, founding a sect as an ancestor venerated by thousands.
Even Tianyuan Sect's Yue Xuanqing was mere mid-Nascent Soul.
And such a terror was merely Yan Mingli's mount!
All were awed by Eternal Night Palace's might, understanding why this low-profile sect went unmolested for centuries.
"Jie jie, this beast's flames are prime for refining Robbery Flame!"
As shock rippled, only Su Rui felt no fear—his eyes burned hot on those blazing flames, undisguised greed surging.
Meanwhile, Mu Xueyi felt the pill still. This lecher kept his word.
Relief eased her; lewd pleasure faded. Her sword intent coalesced, aura shifting sharply!
Yan Mingli keenly noted the change, surprise flickering in her phoenix eyes: "Oh? Finally serious?"
Mu Xueyi said nothing. Minglan blazed anew, its blade faintly forming a phoenix phantom, wings poised to fly.
With a clear shout, she unleashed the fifteenth style—Phoenix Illuminates the Firmament—infused with Sword Heart Unity's supreme intent. The phoenix phantom lived, as if a true phoenix descended, hurtling with world-shattering might at Yan Mingli!
Yan Mingli's expression tightened. Flute whipped frantically, black demonic qi surging into a Netherworld Demon Array, countless demon souls roaring to devour the sword light.
Yet Mu Xueyi's sword intent poured like a heavenly river. The phoenix cried piercing the clouds, brutally tearing the array asunder!
Sword light unyielding, it bore down on Yan Mingli's face.
Yan Mingli blurred into black spirit mist, dodging at the last instant. Flute swept horizontally, notes forming myriad black flying needles blanketing toward Mu Xueyi.
Mu Xueyi's Nine Heavens array blazed, blocking the needles. She summoned the White Jade Flying Fan; wind blades from its sweeps wove with Minglan's sword light into a dazzling, deadly spiritual storm!
"Heh, finally a touch challenging. Sword Heart Unity lives up to the hype!"
Admiration flashed in Yan Mingli's eyes. Flute spun back, demonic qi forming a Netherworld long whip.
Whip shadows writhed like black dragons, shattering wind blades and repelling sword light!
Her movements ghostly as night shadows, assaults stormy, denying Mu Xueyi breath.
Mu Xueyi's mind cleared; Sword Heart Unity unified her and Minglan. Each slash drew phoenix true blood's ferocity, sword and whip clashing madly, qi exploding—the arena barriers shuddering near collapse.
The battle intensified. Mu Xueyi's sword intent soared; Yan Mingli's demonic qi rampaged. They traded blows evenly, impossible to call superior.
Viewing cultivators from righteous and demonic paths held breaths, awed by these peerless beauties' world-shaking clash.
Yue Xuanqing sighed softly: "Mu Xueyi earns her title as the era's top female talent, pushing Yan Mingli this far!"
A Poison Cloud Sect green-robed elder sneered: "Hmph, Palace Lord Yan hasn't used the holy phoenix. With it joining, Mu Xueyi wouldn't last a moment!"
This was same-realm combat, beasts allowed—Yan Mingli and phoenix together wouldn't violate rules.
Yet astonishingly, Eternal Night Palace's lord gave this junior face, never calling her mount or using treasures beyond the flute.
Mu Xueyi unleashed all—sword arts and treasures—yet only matched evenly.
Mid-fray, Yan Mingli suddenly withdrew, flute twirling to retract demonic qi. The distant holy phoenix streaked back into her pouch as streamfire.
Her phoenix eyes lifted to Mu Xueyi, lips curving faintly: "Fairy Mu, you've impressed this Palace greatly. Continuing would end in draw. Shall we... call it?"
Mu Xueyi reined her sword, sheathing Minglan. Her Starlan Rainbow Robes fluttered in the wind.
She nodded slightly, voice clear: "Palace Lord Yan yields the field."
The arena erupted! No one foresaw this earth-shaking duel ending in draw.
Yan Mingli descended gracefully, lips arcing inscrutably. A voice transmission slipped into Mu Xueyi's ear: "Your potential exceeds my expectations. Should you one day catch my pace... we might truly clash thrillingly."
Mu Xueyi fell silent, emotions swirling in her peach-blossom eyes.
She knew Yan Mingli had held back repeatedly—draw impossible otherwise.
This Eternal Night Palace lord... was terrifyingly strong.
Amid the crowd, Su Rui's gaze burned, his wicked smile deepening.
He'd confirmed the holy phoenix, gauged Mu Xueyi's full power, and plumbed Yan Mingli's depths.
This spectacle's gains exceeded expectations.
"Mu Xueyi's Sword Heart Unity is indeed terrifying. As for Yan Mingli..."
Su Rui sneered inwardly: "Nothing special."
To others, Yan Mingli dominated with horrifying strength.
But even at Half-God against him, she might not win.
Simple reason—her demonic art was inferior to his Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art.
His art naturally crushed hers completely.
The entire human realm's demonic arts were trash before it.
Mu Xueyi's Sword Heart Unity, conversely—pure, righteous sword light—was demonic bane, suppressing him.
"No wonder... even that demon lord feared Sword Heart Unity so."
Su Rui murmured to himself, eyes never leaving that intoxicating, enchanting figure.