Sword Light Shatters Delusion, Mu Xueyi Burns Her Blood

Two days later, Yu Wan'ning arrived right on schedule.

She had specially prepared several bottles of top-grade spirit medicines, all rare treasures for promoting blood circulation, dispelling bruises, reducing swelling, and easing pain.

Thinking of Su Rui's monstrous endowment—like some savage weapon—if he pounded her relentlessly for half a day, her slit and rear passage would surely end up red and swollen beyond endurance. And dual cultivation wouldn't stop at just half a day.

Spreading word of this might draw mockery—a Core Formation cultivator's body actually fucked raw and puffy—but ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠only those who'd endured it firsthand could truly grasp the exquisite torment.

The cave abode's restrictions parted silently, revealing Su Rui's mocking half-smile. "Slave Ning", you're punctual as hell—said two days, and here you are on the dot. That eager to dual cultivate with laozi?"

Yu Wan'ning's pretty face flushed, but she replied righteously, "We cultivators must prioritize advancing our realm. Since... since dual cultivating with you yields twice the results with half the effort, of course I'd come on time."

She paused, her voice softening a touch. "Besides, I want to break through to False Infant as soon as possible, to prepare for Nascent Soul."

Su Rui burst out laughing and yanked her into his arms. His large hand roamed brazenly to her perky rear, kneading the plump curves through her thin gauze, savoring the soft yet springy feel beneath his palm.

He leaned to her ear, breath scorching. "Your talent's not far off Mu Xueyi's. With laozi's dual cultivation secrets, you'll hit False Infant in under a month—guaranteed."

Clutched tight against him, Yu Wan'ning felt that searing hardness grinding between her thighs, its savage heat and girth palpable even through their clothes.

Her heart raced, voice a mosquito's hum. "Then... shall we start right away?"

"What's the rush?"

Su Rui released her, eyes glinting with mischief as he pointed to his crotch. "Forgot the rules? Serve laozi's prized cock first, properly."

Yu Wan'ning's cheeks burned hotter. She shot him a shy glare but didn't refuse.

She sank gracefully to her knees, deft fingers untying his belt. The rampant beast sprang free, veins bulging, radiating thick masculine musk.

Yu Wan'ning parted her ruby lips, her silken tongue tentatively lapping the crown, tip teasing the sensitive slit—now gentle sucks, now deep throating till it nudged her gullet.

Su Rui groaned low, eyes half-lidded in bliss. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠His hand tangled in her silky black tresses, voice husky. "Slave Ning", your mouth's getting better at this... Deeper—laozi loves how your little tongue flicks the tip."

Her ears scorched, but she obeyed, plunging deeper with compliant fervor. Faint whimpers escaped her throat as her slick mouth enveloped the girthy shaft, skillfully pleasuring the man who made her equal parts ashamed and irked.

Time flew; a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Within the cave, spring reigned supreme. Lingering spiritual energy mingled with lustful haze, weaving an chamber of erotic allure.

Yu Wan'ning's snow-white form sprawled across the couch, her long, pale legs locked vise-like around Su Rui's waist. With each savage thrust, sweet, sticky moans spilled unbidden from her lips.

Su Rui's thick cock ravaged her jade petal single line supreme vessel, plunging fiercely in and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠out. Each deep stab dragged forth gushing nectar, drenching their union in slick mess.

Her honey slit gripped impossibly tight, layers of tender flesh writhing like living things, milking him with endless pleasure.

Spiritual power churned around them. As Su Rui circulated his Mysterious Yin Harvesting Art, energy overflowed from their juncture, cycling back and forth to refine pure cultivation essence, nourishing their cores.

"Ah... s-slower... too deep..."

Yu Wan'ning's raven hair fanned out, almond eyes glazed. Her usual cool timbre turned husky with arousal, slim waist instinctively arching to meet those soul-shaking invasions.

This past month, she'd stayed here nonstop, stocking ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠swelling-relief elixirs to endure his superhuman ravaging while accelerating her realm via the dual cultivation art.

Her efforts paid off. From peak Core Formation mid-stage, she'd surged to False Infant—progress like a shooting star. She couldn't help marveling at the art's profundity; no wonder Mu Xueyi formed her Nascent Soul so swiftly.

Of course, dual cultivation benefited Su Rui too. He'd pushed early Nascent Soul to peak, just a hair from mid-stage.

"Slave Ning", your jade petal single line—fuck, it's getting wetter the more laozi pounds it!"

Su Rui laughed wildly, reveling in the sucking folds. His hands mauled her perky cheeks, leaving lewd red imprints on the pale skin.

"As... as long as you like it..."

“Yu Wan’ning’s gaze dripped with seductive allure, hips twisting proactively to let the brute stir deeper. "Mm... faster... g-gonna cum..."

"Laozi's sprinting—wiggle that fat ass for me!"

Su Rui growled, clamping her waist and accelerating. Flesh slapped flesh in echoing papapa, lewd and furious.

"Okay..."

Yu Wan'ning obediently hiked her plump rear high, swaying it enticingly. Full cheeks rippled in hypnotic waves with each impact.

She glanced back at him, eyes hazy, lips parted in bold invitation. "Fuck me... harder... ruin me, I don't care..."

Just as passion blazed hottest, Su Rui halted abruptly.

"Mm... what's wrong?"

Yu Wan'ning, lost in ecstasy's tide, whined at the sudden pause, lifting bleary eyes.

Su Rui's brows furrowed, eyes flickering surprise and gravity. "The outer formation's triggered... It's Mu Xueyi."

"What?"

Yu Wan'ning jolted alert from her lust, puzzled. "She... coming for dual cultivation too?"

Her words carried unwitting sourness, unnoticed even by herself.

"Laozi wishes."

Su Rui shrugged, gaze chilling. "But she's not here to play... Even through the formation, laozi feels that killing intent solid as steel!"

Yu Wan'ning's heart clenched. She rose swiftly, summoning her crimson gown to drape her lithe curves, spiritual glow restoring her fairy poise. "Let's check it out."

"Yeah."

Su Rui dressed quickly, mind swirling with questions.

Has Mu Xueyi lost it? Li Chengxuan's final soul fragment was still in his hands—yet she storms right up? Not her style; something must've happened.

Outside the cave, night cloaked the land like ink, full moon reigning overhead.

Mu Xueyi hovered midair, ice-blue gossamer skirt shimmering faintly in moonlight, hem fluttering sans wind. Sword qi razored her aura, killing intent nearly tangible.

Minglan sang long in her grasp. The fifteenth form of Jade Phoenix Sword Art, "Phoenix Illuminates the Firmament", erupted—a galaxy of sword light cascading like stars from the Ninth Heaven, blazing with phoenix-wing splendor, slashing viciously at the enveloping Nine Nether Nether Domain Array!

A thunderous boom shook the wilds. The abyssal barrier merely rippled, effortlessly dispersing the mountain-splitting strike.

Mu Xueyi's willow brows knit faintly. She'd known Su Rui's mastery of formations was unfathomable, but hadn't expected her full-power Phoenix Illuminates the Firmament to fail even scratching it.

Cold light intensified in those soul-stealing peach-blossom eyes. Fingers tightened on the hilt; Minglan hummed anew, sword momentum reconverging. Another strike brewing!

Then, the array's dark glow parted soundlessly. Su Rui and Yu Wan'ning emerged side by side.

"Little sister Xueyi, what on earth has you this furious?"

Yu Wan'ning spoke first, tone warm and sisterly.

Mu Xueyi glimpsed them emerging together, surprise flashing— but rage and grief filled her now, no room for why Yu Wan'ning was here.

Her gaze locked on Su Rui like death, voice bone-chilling with boundless hate. "Su Rui—! Give your life!!"

Before words faded, her sword intent exploded. Minglan shrilled a valley-shaking phoenix cry!

"Phoenix Illuminates the Firmament" unleashed again—sword light a searing white phoenix ripping night, bearing her full cultivation and mad killing will, plummeting like a meteor from the Ninth Heaven straight at Su Rui!

This strike dwarfed her clash with Yan Mingli—pure fury, no holds barred!

"Mu Xueyi, you fucking owe a pounding? What the hell's your problem today?"

Su Rui cursed, but reacted lightning-fast. Demonic flames surged within; Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art whirred to fourth layer. "Heavenly Demon Descent" ignited!

A black-flame demon god phantom coalesced solid behind him, rocketing skyward.

From Nascent Soul power, the titan loomed fifty zhang tall—terrifying!

The demon god's majesty overwhelmed; a colossal shadowy palm print, reeking annihilation, smashed at the phoenix sword light!

"BOOM—!!!"

Sword light and demon palm clashed ferociously, birthing earth-shaking thunder!

Rampant spiritual shockwaves ravaged outward, pulverizing valley boulders and trees to dust!

Yet at the storm's heart, Su Rui's cave abode stood unmoved under the Nine Nether Nether Domain Array, shrugging off the horrific aftershocks.

The demon god's palm shattered the phoenix light, momentum unbroken, swatting toward Mu Xueyi!

Facing the move that once beat her, Mu Xueyi showed no fear—only resolve!

She cried out clear; sword intent soared, shattering limits in an instant! Minglan's glow muted, momentum ethereal yet razor-keen, as if fused with heaven-earth law!

The filament struck after but arrived first, pinpointing the demon god's palm core.

Instantly—

Like rent silk, the majestic demon god split asunder from that slender gleam!

The phantom bellowed reluctance before exploding into swirling demonic qi!

The delusion-shattering sword light halved the demon god with scant dimming, barreling undeterred at Su Rui's brow!

"New trick? Interesting!"

Surprise lit Su Rui's eyes, then a cold sneer. "Pity—rage breeds flaws galore!"

He skipped the stronger fifth layer, recasting Heavenly Demon Descent.

This time, the phantom shrank refined to ten zhang—denser, twice as swift!

The palm arced mysteriously, sidestepping the blade's keenest edge. Shattering it, black flame erupted from the palm, forcing Mu Xueyi to dodge.

Su Rui ghosted close amid her evasion. The phantom reformed; the palm thundered down inescapable!

"BOOM!!"

Mu Xueyi's protective aura shattered. Her body jolted; blood sprayed as she plummeted like a snapped kite.

Su Rui flashed beneath, iron hand clamping her snowy throat, hoisting her aloft.

This scene mirrored their first clash's end!

It all flashed in breaths—from her ambush to capture.

Yu Wan'ning watched, heart aflutter—stunned by Mu Xueyi's limit-breaking brilliance, more so by Su Rui's bottomless depths.

Facing such a killer move, he hadn't gone all-out? Just how strong was this man?

Maybe... being his woman isn't such a loss...

The thought whispered through her, stirring inexplicable thrill.

Su Rui gripped Mu Xueyi's tender neck, eyeing her bloodied lips and defiant icy stare. He frowned. "So, what the fuck happened to make you blow off Li Chengxuan's last soul and come gunning for laozi?"

Mu Xueyi stared cold daggers, peach eyes brimming grief and hate. "Don't play dumb here! As if you don't know?!"

Su Rui's brows knit deeper. "Laozi really doesn't! But to rattle you this bad... Let me guess—Li Chengxuan's dead?"

Mu Xueyi said nothing, but her frigid, despairing gaze spoke volumes.

Su Rui's doubts deepened. He'd schemed Li Chengxuan's end but hadn't triggered the demonic qi in Qin Zhe yet.

So who struck first?

Mu Xueyi saw his genuine bafflement, heart sinking.

Did she... wrong him? But who else would kill Chengxuan? A brain-dead cripple—who'd bother?

Yu Wan'ning stepped forward gently. "Little sister Xueyi, you must've mistaken. This month, Su Rui and I secluded here, never stepping out. I can vouch."

Mu Xueyi half-believed already. The killer probably wasn't him—his reaction matched what she knew.

Yet reason bowed to emotion, drowned in grief. Hate in her peach eyes didn't fade—turned ashen desolation.

"Haha... hahahaha..."

She laughed low, shrill and broken. "Even if not you... so what? You caused his ruin! He's gone now—living means nothing. But before I die, I'll drag you to hell with me!"

Unheeding wounds, she madly burned her vital blood! Terrifying sword intent—beyond her norm—burst free, shattering Su Rui's demonic bind!

"Enough!"

Su Rui barked cold. Mightier demonic qi surged, resuppressing her. Gravely: "Laozi knows you hate my guts! But before dreaming of mutual destruction, won't you let the real killer walk free and reap the benefits?"

Mu Xueyi stilled, bloodied lips quivering. Hoarsely: "Who else has motive but you? Stabbed through the heart in his quiet room—outer restrictions intact! Who but you?"

Ah, so that's why she pegged him.

Su Rui got it, scoffing. "Mu Xueyi, your sword talent's peerless, but formations? Laughable novice! Slipping your weak barriers silently? Not just laozi—any late Nascent Soul versed in arrays could. Plus..."

He pivoted sharply. "Your barriers don't block loved ones. Your two disciples waltz in easy."

Mu Xueyi shook head fiercely. "Impossible for them..."

"Heh."

Su Rui cut in coldly. "Who knows for sure?"

"I say impossible, it is!"

Her voice rasped, ironclad.

Su Rui stared speechless. This woman—genius at times, blind fool others. Blind to Qin Zhe's twisted obsession.

He dropped it indifferently. "Laozi's too lazy to argue. But I can find the real killer."

Mu Xueyi's raging sword intent stalled. Peach eyes still chilled on him. "How?"

"Not the time for talk, you two."

Yu Wan'ning cut in urgently. "Your clash was too loud—roused the sect's enforcers. Several Core Formation cultivators and a Nascent Soul elder are heading here now!"