Soul Captive in the Demonic Artifact, Immortal Path Defiled
Mu Xueyi lay limp on the brocade cushions, still frozen in the kneeling position from her violation. Her peach-like, perky snow-white buttocks remained thrust high, the flawless skin marred by clear palm prints and the red marks of passion.
Su Rui stood at the edge of the couch, scrutinizing this exquisite body crafted by the heavens themselves. A playful, wicked grin slowly spread across his lips.
Suddenly, he felt the palm prints on those plump cheeks weren't quite symmetrical—spoiling the aesthetic of this perfect work of art.
So he raised his right hand and delivered two more measured slaps to the lush flesh, sending mesmerizing waves rippling through it. The fairy beneath him let out an involuntary, muffled moan.
"Mmgh…"
Only then did Su Rui withdraw his hand in satisfaction, leering at his adjusted masterpiece.
On the floor nearby, Li Chengxuan sprawled like a pile of mud. This once dashing senior brother of the sect now stared with vacant, lifeless eyes, as if his soul had shattered long ago. Only his lips moved unconsciously, murmuring something.
"Su Rui… I will… extract your soul and refine it… make you suffer eternally… never to be reborn…"
His voice was faint, yet dripping with bone-deep resentment and hatred, each word soaked in blood and tears.
Su Rui's divine sense, tempered by the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art, far surpassed the Core Formation realm. Though Li Chengxuan's mutterings were soft, they didn't escape his perception.
"Hahaha—Senior Brother, you? A worthless fool who can't even protect his woman, spouting such nonsense about soul extraction?"
Su Rui sneered, the playfulness in his eyes instantly replaced by icy malice. "But… you've reminded me how to deal with an eyesore like you!"
Before the words even faded, he casually clawed the air with his right hand.
"Hum—"
An invisible gravitational force surged forth, laced with chilling demonic qi, yanking the prone Li Chengxuan into the air like a marionette and dragging him before Su Rui.
Su Rui's fingers clamped his throat like iron vise, tips digging into flesh. The pressure made Li Chengxuan's windpipe creak ominously, his dilated pupils contracting sharply from asphyxiation.
On the couch, Mu Xueyi—dazed from the intense climax, on the verge of passing out—was jolted awake by the sudden turn and the gurgling rasps from Li Chengxuan's throat.
Summoning every ounce of her remaining strength, she endured the tearing ache between her legs and the sticky fullness inside her, propping herself up with effort.
When she saw Su Rui single-handedly choking Li Chengxuan, whose face had turned purple and whose life hung by a thread, her teary peach-blossom eyes filled with overwhelming panic and terror.
"Su Rui—!! You've… you've already had your way… what more do you want?! Let him go!"
At Mu Xueyi's cry, Su Rui glanced at her impassively. "Good senior sister, no need to get worked up. Your junior brother here wants to stick around Sword Sect a bit longer. I don't fancy drawing the ire of the sect's Nascent Soul elders or even the Deity Transformation ancestors just yet. If I don't do something, you tragic lovebirds will run straight to the sect to report my crimes today, right?"
Sword Sect, pinnacle of the righteous path, housed a spirit eye tree in its core that gathered vast heavenly qi. The cultivation environment outshone any ordinary vein outside—a perfect lair for Su Rui, who needed to devour qi madly for his Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art. He had no intention of abandoning it lightly.
He hadn't formed his Nascent Soul yet. Though confident his demonic art made him unmatched below that realm,
at the end of the day, the top dog below Nascent Soul was still just a Core Formation cultivator.
Against true old monsters, his cultivation barely sufficed for self-preservation.
Mu Xueyi bit her lip until her teeth ground, finally softening her stance with a trembling plea. "We… we can swear an oath, never to breathe a word of today! Please… show mercy and spare Chengxuan!"
"Heh…" Su Rui barked a cold laugh. "Senior Sister Mu, oaths worth a dime a dozen these days? Even a heart demon oath—with your hatred for me—you'd risk tainting your dao heart and damaging your foundation just to grind my bones to dust, wouldn't you?"
Mu Xueyi's heart chilled. This fiend's arts were bizarre, his cultivation unfathomable, his nature cunning and cautious. Without the sect's power, how could she punish him?
She drew a deep breath, suppressing her churning blood and humiliation, and rasped, "Then what… what do you want?!"
A ruthless glint flashed in Su Rui's eyes as he shot back, "Guess."
With that, the hand on Li Chengxuan's throat shuddered. A surge of eerie black demonic qi erupted from his palm, morphing into hair-thin black threads that burrowed straight into Li Chengxuan's forehead ancestral aperture!
"Urgh… Ah!!"
Li Chengxuan convulsed violently, a pained grunt escaping his throat. The light in his eyes dimmed rapidly, fading to lifeless gray.
When Su Rui released him, he collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut—breath shallow, heart still beating, but spiritual light utterly dispersed, reduced to an exquisite empty shell.
"Chengxuan! Chengxuan—!!!"
Mu Xueyi unleashed a heartrending wail, raw and shattering.
Somehow scraping together her last reserves, she lunged toward him—only for her numb, aching lower body to betray her. She tumbled off the bed's edge in a pathetic heap.
With a soft thud, she hit the cold floor, her scantily clad form covered in bruises, red marks, and stains of love juices and semen.
Her ravaged, proud breasts swayed with the motion; her belly, bloated from the flood within, added to the lascivious sight.
Ignoring the agony and shame, she pushed herself along the ground with her hands, crawling toward Li Chengxuan on gritted teeth. Tears cascaded like a breached dam, carving tracks down her pale, exquisite face.
This heartbreaking, wretched yet breathtaking scene only stoked Su Rui's darker fires.
His scorching gaze roved every inch of her skin. The cock that had just softened stirred again, viciously rearing up to tent his pants massively.
Mu Xueyi finally reached Li Chengxuan, only to find his aura faint, soul fluctuations vanished—as if he were merely an empty husk.
She jerked her head up, bloodshot peach-blossom eyes blazing. "What… what have you done to him?!"
Her voice was hoarse, but as her gaze flicked to the monstrous revival bulging in Su Rui's crotch—pointed right at her—her pupils shrank, body instinctively flinching.
Yet she held firm, forcing her spine straight, glaring at the demon with her last shred of dignity.
Su Rui shrugged innocently. "Nothing much—just gave Senior Brother a taste of the soul extraction he wanted for me. Why the glare, Senior Sister Mu? This is… poetic justice."
With a flip of his palm, a palm-sized vessel of ghostly light materialized.
Within swirled faint, vital glows—bearing Li Chengxuan's unique soul signature.
"See? Pretty, right? Your senior brother's three souls and seven poises—freshly extracted."
Su Rui dangled the vessel before Mu Xueyi's eyes, giving it a shake. The soul lights danced, illuminating his cruel, gleeful smirk. "You're a smart one, Senior Sister Mu—hundreds of times smarter than this trash. If you ever want to see a living Li Chengxuan again… not a peep about today! One thought from me, and this goes 'pop'—gone forever. Then your senior brother won't even enter reincarnation."
"You—!!"
Mu Xueyi clutched Li Chengxuan's lifeless shell, staring at the flickering lights. Hatred and terror peaked, snuffing her last spark of resistance.
She feared not death—even a lax in her body's seal, and she'd detonate her golden core, perishing with this demon.
But she couldn't… couldn't watch Li Chengxuan's soul annihilated, denying him even rebirth.
As the final defiant flicker in Mu Xueyi's eyes died to ashen despair and helplessness, Su Rui knew he'd succeeded—locking this proud fairy with the firmest chains.
Yet her lingering pride forced one last accusation amid utter humiliation: "Su Rui! You've gone too far! Such vicious deeds, devoid of any righteous air! How are you different from those demonic outsiders? The Heavenly Dao is just; retribution comes swift. For this, heaven will punish you!!"
"Hahahaha—!!"
Mu Xueyi's righteous yet feeble rebuke struck Su Rui like the funniest joke. He threw his head back and laughed wildly. "Mu Xueyi, spare me your laughable righteousness! This world's 'righteous path' is just hypocrites in fine robes—preaching virtue while rotten inside! How could they match a true villain like me?"
He stepped forward, invisible pressure enveloping her.
"I, Su Rui, live freely, act decisively! I want something? I seize it! Someone irks me? If I've got the strength, I crush them! Why play the whore and build the memorial arch like them—living so falsely, so repressed!"
"As for heavenly retribution? If the Heavenly Dao is truly impartial, truly intolerant of me, let it hurl down divine thunder now and blast me to ash!"
He spread his arms, neck bared as if inviting the blade, tone casual yet laced with reckless obsession.
"Worst case? Death! Anyway…"
His gaze refocused on Mu Xueyi, brimming with satisfaction and twisted fervor.
"…I've got what I wanted most. Wish fulfilled, no regrets in this life! Even if it means eternal fall into Avici Hell, enduring endless torment… so what?!"
Mu Xueyi stared, transfixed by the burning madness in Su Rui's eyes—a pure insanity that discarded all worldly morals and rules for selfish desire.
She finally understood: this man defied all reason.
Her lips quivered long, bloodless petals parting futilely before whispering, "You… you're an utter madman, beyond reason!"
Su Rui's lips curved in frank admission. "Yeah, I went mad long ago—from gaining this power… no, from the moment I first saw you."
With that, he gripped her delicate chin, forcing her tear-streaked, heartbreakingly beautiful face upward, and crushed his lips to hers.
"Mmph—!"
His tongue pried past her teeth, plunging deep to ravage every sweet inch of her mouth, savoring her softness and shudders—as if devouring her final will to resist.
Mu Xueyi's muffled whimpers filled the air, her body quaking in his iron grip. Her feeble pushes availed nothing; she yielded to his plunder, breaths thick with his searing masculine scent.
Su Rui's hand roamed downward, mercilessly kneading her battered breasts. Fingers sank into the plush mounds, molding the full snow-white orbs into lewd shapes, drawing pained grunts from her.
At last, as Mu Xueyi neared suffocation, Su Rui released her with lingering relish. A lewd silver thread bridged their lips.
"Mu Xueyi, this body's far from played out—nowhere near enough! But for today, that's it."
He patted her springy peach buttocks, savoring the sensation under his palm. Under her humiliated glare, he stowed the soul vessel, his face resuming its arrogant grin.
"Take good 'care' of Senior Brother. As for us…" He turned toward the cave entrance, voice brooking no doubt. "Plenty of time ahead."
With that threatening parting shot, Su Rui strode through the cave's barrier—which parted for him like air—vanishing into the thickening night outside.
Mu Xueyi slumped on the cold floor, clutching Li Chengxuan's soulless body. Tears surged silently, dripping onto his stiffening face.
Today should have been their dual cultivation ceremony—sealing heartfelt vows, embarking on the dao together. A joyous beginning for immortal lovers, envied and blessed by all fellow disciples.
Yet fate shredded it cruelly into an unforgettable nightmare.
Red candles wept wax; the bridal chamber became hell; her beloved, a puppet; herself, defiled…
Her mournful gaze lingered on Li Chengxuan's lifeless face. Thinking of the dim vessel holding his soul, of the demon's casual threat, her heart clenched like in an invisible fist—pain choking her breath.
Report him? Chengxuan's soul scatters instantly.
Endure? The fiend would push further; her reputation ruined, body and mind scarred, future a void.
Yet at despair's abyss, that innate tenacity of her Sword Heart Transparent flickered like a candle in the wind—stubbornly enduring.
She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. When they reopened, tears lingered in her peach-blossom gaze, but now laced with icy resolve.
Her slender fingers brushed his cold cheek. She murmured softly, voice faint yet resolute as if staking all:
"Chengxuan… wait for me. No matter what… I'll save you."
"No matter the cost."
In the cave, the last candle flame sputtered and died, plunging into darkness.
Only pale moonlight seeped through the barrier's cracks, casting faint spots on the floor—illuminating the embracing pair… forever sundered by life and death.