Sword Slays the Evil Pill, Blood Rain on the Poison Boat
The grandeur of the Nascent Soul ceremony reached its peak in the earth-shattering clash between Mu Xueyi and Yan Mingli. Though the festivities continued with lingering revelry, they could no longer command the undivided gaze of the entire assembly.
As nightfall descended, the ceremony drew to a close. The uproar atop Heaven Sword Peak gradually ebbed. Cultivators from both righteous and demonic paths departed in succession, streaking into the horizon as beams of light. The cries of immortal cranes and spiritual sparrows faded into the distance, leaving only the sea of clouds churning beneath the moonlight.
Mu Xueyi stood alone at the pinnacle of Heaven Sword Peak, her Starlan Rainbow Robe swaying gently in the night breeze, framing her ethereal figure—cold yet radiating flawless majesty.
She quietly circulated her spiritual power, forcing that lewd spiritual pill from her body. With a flick of her slender hand, she summoned Minglan. The fifteenth form of the Jade Phoenix Sword Art—Phoenix Illuminates the Heavens—erupted in a flash!
Sword light burst forth like a phoenix spreading its wings across the ninth heaven, its blazing flames reducing the thumb-sized abomination to powder, annihilating it into oblivion.
She snorted coldly, sheathed her sword with fluid grace, as if nothing had transpired.
Gazing into the distance, complex emotions swirled in her peach-blossom eyes: the thrill and relief of pulverizing that vile pill, mingled with resentment over the draw against Yan Mingli, and a profound new insight into her Sword Heart Unity.
Xuan Qing Zhenren drifted in gracefully, concern etching his gaze. "Xueyi, why did you suddenly unleash Phoenix Illuminates the Heavens? Were demonic remnants lurking nearby, plotting against you?"
Mu Xueyi's lovely face stiffened briefly. "No... I just suddenly felt this form had room for refinement, so I tested it out."
Xuan Qing Zhenren beamed with gratification, stroking his beard. "It seems your battle with Yan Mingli bore rich fruit. Though it ended in a draw, it deterred the demonic path and glorified our Sword Sect. Next, you must head to our sect's holy land to receive the inheritance."
"The Sword Sect holy land forms the bedrock of our millennium legacy, accessible only to those of unparalleled genius. It harbors the sword intent essences of past sages—a supreme secret realm for forging the sword heart."
He gazed earnestly at his cherished disciple's wife. "Xueyi, your Sword Heart Unity defies mortal comprehension—perhaps even your own. This journey to the holy land may help you fully master it, unveiling its true origin."
Mu Xueyi nodded lightly. "I understand."
Xuan Qing Zhenren chuckled, stroking his beard. "This old man will look after Chengxuan during your absence. Go with peace of mind."
"Yes."
Meanwhile, the Poison Cloud Sect's flying boat tore through the endless cloud sea like a specter.
Though lacking the splendor of Tianyuan Sect's golden dragon vessel, it exuded a chilling menace—its hull a venomous green, etched with insect runes that writhed illusionistically in the shifting light.
The prow's carved poison python was especially horrifying, its scales gleaming with eerie light, fangs dripping purple-black miasma, nether-gem eyes glaring coldly ahead, poised to devour any in its path.
On deck, Poison Cloud Sect cultivators clustered in groups, lounging against rails or seated cross-legged, boisterously dissecting the just-concluded Nascent Soul ceremony.
Their garb was motley, faces twisted with the signature ferocity and defiance of demonic cultivators. Talk began on Mu Xueyi's dazzling swordplay but swiftly devolved to her peerlessly captivating beauty.
The blood-robed cultivator licked his chapped lips, eyes gleaming with lust. "Tsk tsk, when Mu Xueyi clashed with Palace Lord Yan, every sword swing made those fat tits jiggle till my heart skipped! And that peach-ass butt—fuck, a natural cock-tease! If I nabbed her as a furnace cauldron, I'd pound her night and day, fuck her senseless till she screams for mercy, begging laozi to stop!"
The gaunt old man beside him cackled hoarsely, hunched over. "Heh heh, righteous fairy acts all high and mighty, but show her laozi's rod and that pussy'll gush like a flood!"
The others piled on with filthy agreement, eyes ablaze with desire, already claiming Mu Xueyi as their prize.
"Look at that body—massive tits, tiny waist, those creamy long legs. No righteous fairy looks like that; even Joyous Union Sect's sluts ain't as slutty!"
"Damn right, built to serve cock! If I got her, nonstop orgies, pump her womb full, fuck her till she can't crawl!"
"Haha, not as greedy as you lot—one fuck with the cultivation world's top beauty? Worth dying for!"
Yet when talk shifted to Yan Mingli, none dared profane her voluptuous supremacy despite the awe it inspired—they only praised her terrifying might.
After all, Yan Mingli was a demonic colossus, half-god cultivation making even their sect master bow. Who'd risk blaspheming her?
Mu Xueyi, though fearsome, was righteous—safe to trash-talk.
Back to her, the obscenities grew bolder.
As they wallowed in their depravity, a black esc light overtook the boat at impossible speed, radiating heart-stopping pressure, landing abruptly on deck.
"Who goes there?!"
The sudden intrusion drained their faces of color. In panic, they unleashed artifacts—weapons glinting coldly under the moon, postures battle-ready.
But the intruder's crushing aura slammed down like a mountain, churning their qi and blood, hands quivering on hilts, terror gripping their souls.
Moonlight unveiled him: Sword Sect core disciple robes, golden sword embroidery shimmering, hem whipping in the gale.
His face bore an icy, wicked smile.
It was Su Rui.
His piercing gaze swept the deck with scrutiny and indifference, locking instantly on the ashen blood-robe and gaunt elder.
Stabbed by that look, they blanched deathly pale.
Su Rui's eyes blazed undisguised, raw killing intent.
"You... what do you want?"
The blood-robed man's voice quavered. The elder, slyer, edged backward into the crowd, eyes darting.
Su Rui waved casually—black flame serpents streaked with death's reek, lunging at blinding speed!
"Aaaah—!"
Screams rent the air. No chance to resist, the pair vanished into the eerie black flames.
Bodies withered to husks, souls ripped free and refined to wisps of smoke, gone in a blink.
Just their low-grade artifacts clattered to the deck with a crisp clang.
The horror froze the deck in stunned silence, time suspended.
Then legs buckled, someone collapsed; another shrieked hoarsely, "Qu-quick... fetch the sect master!"
"No need."
A sinister voice emanated from the boat's depths. Poison Cloud Sect's master—the green-robed elder—emerged steadily, each step thudding the deck.
His mid-Nascent Soul divine sense had pierced all from the moment Su Rui landed.
He'd watched from shadows, gauging intent.
Now, snake-eyes fixed on the Sword Sect robes and unnatural aura. "Nascent early-stage... yet late-stage power! A Sword Sect Nascent chasing to kill two Foundation ants?"
Su Rui's lips curved coldly, tone scornful. "Their mouths too foul—insulted laozi's forbidden prize."
The elder's brows furrowed, swallowing displeasure. "Their fault then. Killed? Fine. This old man won't pursue. Leave now, or join me for a drink inside?"
Feigned magnanimity masked wariness. No sense fighting a Nascent over trash.
"Leave? Hah hah ha..."
Su Rui's wicked grin widened. "Laozi came for more than two. How 'bout tossing in your old ghost life too?"
Killing intent erupted tangibly, tidal wave engulfing the boat!
His Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art thrived on the baleful aura of slaughter and death qi, shattering bottlenecks, nourishing inner flames.
Kill-spree opened—why stop shallow?
The elder's pupils contracted; war inevitable. "Fine! Fine! Offered a path, you court death! Laozi obliges!"
Hands sealed in a blur, robe billowed, vast poison fog morphed mid-air into myriad hissing pythons, overwhelming Su Rui!
His art's mightiest strike—one-shot kill!
Su Rui's eyes held only mockery. No step back; palm rose, black demonic flame bloomed, brushed air lightly.
The python torrent incinerated on contact—not a trace left!
"What?!"
The elder paled in disbelief.
Dodge or parry? Expected. But this casual flick, like dusting clothes... beyond reason!
As shock rattled him, Su Rui ghosted close!
Body seized; Su Rui's palm pressed void—black flames chained solid, binding elder head to toe!
Desperate thrash yielded nothing. "Never... imagined! Sword Sect hides you besides Mu Xueyi!"
"Too wordy."
Su Rui spoke flatly. Chains surged, blazing fiercely!
"Urghaa—!"
Scream cut short; inferno devoured flesh, then the fleeing Nascent—refined to smoke, erased from existence.
Witnessing their master's instant death, disciples' livers shattered in terror. A wail pierced; they scattered like exploding ants.
Yet highest Core Formation, mostly Foundation—to Su Rui, mere ants.
Expressionless, a mid-grade spirit sword shot from his storage pouch.
Black flames cloaked, it became deathly black lightning, streaking out!
Where sword passed, flesh exploded.
Blink—all fleeing Poison Cloud Sect scum slaughtered!
Thick blood-stench overwhelmed the chill clouds.
Bloody rain pattered, staining the verdant deck crimson.
Untethered from master's qi, the boat drifted powerless into mists, sinking like a death-laden ghost ship into the bloody cloud sea.
Su Rui turned indifferently, toe-pointing void. The sword dimmed plain, hovering obediently.
Flame-quenched blade unremarkable—no one'd guess its bloodbath.
He mounted sword, robes whipping, streaking back toward Sword Sect.
Returning to the sect, passing a valley betwixt Heaven Sword Peak and Sword Guard Peak, Su Rui sensed faint breath—divine sense revealed an old acquaintance.
Sword veered; there lay Wang Dazhuang, the fatty bloodied and comatose amid rubble.
A low-rank disciple shakily raised his blade, glancing at the youth. "L-Lu young master... beat enough. Really kill him?"
The "Lu young master"—Lu Ze, pristine core disciple robes—sneered. "Blame him being Su Rui that dog's brother."
Voice low, laced with venomous hate.
Yu Wan'ning's slap still burned—not skin, but heart, torn asunder.
He couldn't stomach his revered master favoring an outsider so.
All shame and rage transmuted to seething hatred for Su Rui.
Kill him? Too merciful. First his friend, then that Liu Qingwan tagging along.
Pity the orphan probe found no kin—else all dead!
"Lu young master, this lowly one thinks... no need go so far."
The disciple hesitated. Exposed, Lu Ze walks free; he'd die for harming sect kin.
Lu Ze's tone darkened. "Still hesitating? Finish the fat pig, then laozi visits Liu Qingwan. Handle clean, after laozi enjoys her... you sip the soup."
Liu Qingwan's name sparked greed—that ethereal Foundation beauty, eyed by Core Formers for dual cultivation. Mere glance luxury; now chance to fuck...
No more waver; blade plunged toward the unconscious fatty!
Shh!
Black flame ignited silently. The disciple vaporized to ash, oblivious.
Sword alighted; Su Rui emerged from dust.
Gaze swept carnage, tone even. "Nice spot. Kill and hide here—no one knows."
Lu Ze shuddered violently, drawing spirit sword. "You're... Su Rui?! Perfect! Laozi sends you to hell ear— Aaaah—!"
Scream shredded valley silence.
Sword flashed; Lu Ze's sword-arm severed clean, blood geysering. He staggered, clutching stump, howling. "My hand! My haaaand!!"
Su Rui coldly overlooked the writhing blood-puddle figure, flying sword humming aloft, icy gleam poised for the kill.
He disdained torturing ants—dull. But as death-stroke loomed, a vicious whim sparked.
Fun. If as I scheme, Yu Wan'ning... you'll plummet into the abyss.
Su Rui's lips curled in a lecherous grin.