False Nascent Soul Formed, Jade Phoenix Sword Dance
"If those fellow disciples knew what I've done, they'd surely call me mad, say I've defiled the bright moon hanging high in the ninth heaven.
Pathetic.
Those mediocre fools spend their lives gazing up from the mud, gilding her with their delusions, then binding themselves with hollow morality. What they love isn't her—it's their own pathetic fantasy of untouchable purity.
But I'm different.
I'll wipe away the illusory moonlight cloaking her with my own hands, feel her truest warmth—even if it's an icy shudder. I'll listen to the broken syllables from her throat—even if they're curses and sobs. When her pristine robes bear my fingerprints, when her cold eyes reflect my image, when her pain, her pleasure, her very downfall all stem from me... only then does the moon truly plummet to earth.
And the one who catches her? Me.
That's what it means to possess. Not some distant dream of admiration, but a reality that invades to the marrow. Even if we both burn in the flames of sin, my name as the villain will be etched in her ashes."
Outside Heaven Sword Peak, a cool night breeze whispered through the air.
Su Rui drew a deep breath, the crisp mountain spirit energy flooding his lungs, yet it couldn't douse the raging demonic fire blazing within him.
In his mind, those cold peach-blossom eyes brimmed with tears and hatred, that flawless immortal body trembling beneath him, especially the exquisite sensation of filling her smooth, hairless white tiger steamed bun mound to the brim... Far from being scattered by the wind, these memories burned even clearer into his divine soul.
Within his body, the primal Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art flame surged with his churning wicked thoughts, scorching fiercely as if emitting an excited hiss, poised to shatter the shackles of late Core Formation and charge toward higher realms.
This was the perfect moment to return and seclude himself in cultivation.
A glint flashed in Su Rui's eyes. Without hesitation, he transformed into a shadowy wraith, slipping silently back to his cave abode on Sword Guard Peak.
Layers of restrictions snapped into place, sealing off the world.
Su Rui sat cross-legged, clearing his mind of distractions, and poured his full power into circulating the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art.
In an instant, the entire cave abode became an invisible vortex, madly devouring the surrounding heaven-and-earth spirit energy into his body.
The demonic art devoured it all without discrimination, the massive influx refined and purified by the primal demonic flame in his dantian, transforming into purer demonic essence.
Two months slipped by in this near-frenzied cultivation.
On this day, a deep dragon's roar erupted from the depths of the cave—not a physical sound, but the stirrings of the demonic essence in Su Rui's dantian!
Black flames coiled around him, faintly forming a snarling miniature black dragon that coiled in his dantian sea of qi, radiating a terrifying pressure far beyond Core Formation—yet firmly contained by the cave's restrictions, without a trace leaking out.
This profound realm saw his dantian demonic essence highly condensed, taking initial nascent soul form—needing only one final step to truly form a Nascent Soul and be reborn anew.
"Truly wondrous... This art ignores bottlenecks before Body Fusion, depending only on spirit energy volume and... the intensity of one's desires."
Su Rui slowly opened his eyes, black flames flickering deep in his pupils. Sensing the surging demonic qi within, a satisfying mastery of power intertwined with even deeper ambition.
He was confident that with a bit more time, charging straight into Nascent Soul wasn't impossible.
Once he achieved Nascent Soul, with the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art's dominance, few in that realm could match him. Even against God Transformation cultivators, defeat wouldn't mean he couldn't escape.
As he gathered his focus for another push toward the Nascent Soul threshold—
"Bzzz!"
A transmission talisman pierced the restrictions, lighting up before him with Wang Dazhuang's signature booming voice: "Old Su! Get out here! Fat Bro got word—Senior Sister Mu's teaching sword arts at the Heaven Sword Peak arena at noon! Prime chance for us low-rank disciples! Didn't you always crave... er, admire Senior Sister? Don't miss it—ain't no next village!"
Su Rui's brow arched, his mind involuntarily conjuring those snow-white tits melting in his palms, that slender yet resilient waist, those peach hips rippling wildly under his slaps...
A surge of evil fire shot from his lower abdomen, his exceptional endowment rearing up, tenting his loose robes in a shocking arc.
Two months in seclusion had left him... unbearably itchy.
Time to emerge and toy with her a bit before breaking through again.
Of course, there was something more crucial: he needed to probe the situation.
With Li Chengxuan's three souls and seven poises in his grasp, Mu Xueyi dared not make a fuss. But how could his soul extraction escape his master—that late-stage Nascent Soul peak deputy peak lord of Heaven Sword Peak, a heavyweight in the sect?
Yet since that night, the sect had been eerily calm, no rumors of the senior brother's misfortune. This defied logic.
Had Mu Xueyi covered it up cleverly? Or was the deputy peak lord investigating in secret? Or did the higher-ups have other plans?
Su Rui needed to gauge the flow, sense the undercurrents, and prepare countermeasures.
Mu Xueyi, the most direct witness, was the best source.
As for whether she'd talk... heh, he had his ways to make her.
With a thought, his False Infant pressure receded like the tide, his aura dropping swiftly to mid-Foundation Establishment.
Disguised, Su Rui waved away the restrictions and flashed outside.
"Yo, Great Cultivator Su finally emerges? After Senior Sister Mu's dual cultivation ceremony, you've holed up this long—bet that dick of yours is rubbed raw by now!"
Wang Dazhuang, waiting outside, teased habitually, then blinked his beady eyes, sizing Su Rui up. "Eh? Your aura's more solid... mid-Foundation Establishment! You actually cultivated in there? We said we'd slack together!"
Su Rui eyed the fatty. "Pot calling the kettle. That spirit fluctuation under your blubber's mid-Foundation too."
They exchanged glances, a tacit understanding sparking, then burst into harmonious laughter.
Wang Dazhuang rubbed his meaty palms, smoothly changing topics, voice low: "Enough chit-chat! To Heaven Sword Peak! Senior Sister Mu's been in seclusion consolidating after the ceremony—two months without a peep! Tsk, you hear? Sect's buzzing she got 'nourished' by Senior Brother Li into radiant glory, breakthrough big-time, now out to guide us lowbies."
Su Rui sneered inwardly. Nourished? With Li Chengxuan's soul in his hands, what could he nourish her with?
This woman's two-month seclusion was either fueled by hatred for him, grinding cultivation, or forging some mighty treasure.
Or both.
But no matter her schemes, with Li Chengxuan's soul as his leash, she was a wild mare broken to rein.
No matter how fierce, she'd obey.
"Let's go see." Su Rui said coolly, a flicker of amusement and anticipation in his eyes.
No more words—they each summoned sword light, streaking as twin flows toward Heaven Sword Peak.
As one of Sword Sect's core main peaks, closest to the sect's spirit eye tree and atop a massive spirit vein node, its spirit energy density dwarfed Sword Guard Peak.
The massive arena mid-mountain, paved in pure white jade, floated amid cloud seas.
Now, it teemed with people, a sea of bobbing heads.
Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment disciples jostled, necks craned, faces alight with excitement.
Even Core Formation seniors mingled, arms crossed or seated, feigning calm—but their eyes burned with the same heat.
Learning sword arts? Excuse. Glimpsing the Cultivation World's top beauty's sword dance? The real draw.
"Damn, so many people!" Wang Dazhuang squeezed a spot at the edge, wiping nonexistent sweat, marveling to Su Rui. "Senior Sister Mu's charm is unbeatable—half the sect's male cultivators must be here!"
Su Rui didn't reply, his gaze piercing the shifting crowd to the white jade dais five feet high at the center.
Empty now, but his divine sense caught a familiar aura approaching fast.
"She's here!!"
The crowd erupted in barely contained stir.
A flawless white sword light descended leisurely from the highest clouds—not fast, yet crossing vast distance in a blink, landing dustlessly on the dais center.
The light faded, revealing a snow-white-robed peerless beauty.
Mu Xueyi.
She wore a plain white gauze gown, looser and more modest than usual, seemingly to conceal her breathtaking curves. Sleeves and collar wrapped tight, exposing only a jade-smooth slender neck.
But some things cloth couldn't hide—that towering chest strained the fabric into majestic arcs, her slim waist cinched by a belt accentuating the plump, perky hip line, faintly visible through the gauze.
Her raven hair cascaded like a waterfall, simply pinned with a jade clasp, stray strands dancing in the wind across her alabaster cheek.
Those signature peach-blossom eyes remained coldly lustrous, but deeper within lurked an indescribable profundity... and a faint trace of exhaustion.
Yet this weariness didn't mar her allure—instead, it lent her icy demeanor a pitiable fragility, igniting the crowd's smoldering lust.
Swallows and heavy breaths rippled faintly but clearly across the arena.
"Holy shit..." Wang Dazhuang's eyes bulged, drool nearly spilling. He jabbed Su Rui, voice quaking. "Old Su! Senior Sister Mu... she's even more beautiful! That aura... killer! They say women change after intimacy—this must be the glow from Senior Brother Li's 'watering'! Jealous as hell! What luck, pairing with such perfection—ancestors blessed him!"
Su Rui's lips curved in a mocking arc only he understood.
If this fatty knew who truly "watered" this fairy—and that the senior brother he envied hadn't just failed, but got his soul ripped out—he'd pop his eyes.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, an icy divine sense locked onto Su Rui's mind, raw killing intent undisguised.
He knew the source. His mocking smile deepened, meeting her gaze across the throng, locking with Mu Xueyi's peach-blossom eyes.
Hers were frosty as snow, fury nearly manifesting as flames—but at contact with his eyes, she forced it down, her gaze cooling to calm.
She looked away first, turning to the crowd.
Her red lips parted, her clear, cold voice carrying majestic authority, silencing all: "All gathered? Let us begin. Today's demonstration: one of our sect's two supreme sword arts, the Jade Phoenix Sword Art. My primary art, fifteen layers, each a profound sword form, building progressively with boundless power."
Before words settled, her jade hand rose lightly, pure spirit light flashing from her fingertip.
"Zheng—!"
A clear sword cry rang, shaking hearts!
A longsword materialized in her grasp, three feet long, flowing with warm jade-white radiance.
Intricate ancient patterns etched the blade formed a phoenix poised to soar, emanating inviolable sanctity and sharp sword intent.
"That's our sect treasure—'Ming Lan'!" A knowledgeable disciple cried in awe and envy.
As Sword Sect's once-in-ten-thousand-years prodigy, resources poured into Mu Xueyi. This sword jewel, infused with ancient phoenix true blood, was granted by the sect master at her Core Formation—proof of their hopes.
Mu Xueyi stood sword in hand, aura merging with it. The Jade Phoenix Sword Art unfolded gracefully.
The opening form was simple: Ming Lan drawn slantwise, tip quivering faintly, rippling air with tangible sonic waves like a phoenix's first cry, piercing souls.
Sword light flowed like water—now gentle as breeze-kissed willows, now swift as cleaving air.
Her form danced like a startled swan, coiling dragon—each pivot flawless, infused with Sword Heart Transparent charm.
Beneath the graceful moves lurked surging killing intent like undercurrents, sword will piercing all. Disciples held breath, entranced yet reverent.
Dance ended, her clear voice resumed: "The Jade Phoenix Sword Art is lithe and agile, overcoming hardness with softness. Requires flexible bones and clear sword heart to grasp essence. What I showed: first three layers' basics. Questions?"
Bold disciples raised hands, querying form transitions and spirit flow.
Mu Xueyi answered patiently, voice cold but precise, hitting keys—questioners nodded, enlightened.
Her gaze swept: "More questions?"
Silence.
She nodded slightly, about to end: "Then today..."
"Senior Sister Mu, disciple has a question!"
A teasing voice cut in abruptly.
Crowd turned to an ordinary youth in standard disciple robes, hand raised, smirking faintly.
Su Rui.
Mu Xueyi's sword hand tightened, brows nearly furrowing—then smoothed.
She turned slowly, eyes icy: "Speak."
Su Rui ignored the chill, smiling earnestly: "Disciple's dim, watched your demo repeatedly, but can't grasp the Jade Phoenix Sword Art's essence—like a veil blocks it. Could Senior Sister... guide hand-to-hand? Feeling your sword intent flow might open my eyes."
Dead silence, then murmurs of shock!
Everyone knew Mu Xueyi's aloofness—no male disciple ever touched her, let alone hand-guided!
This mid-Foundation nobody dared such presumptuous affront?
All awaited her icy rebuff, perhaps punishment, watching him squirm.
But—
The white-robed fairy, after a pause... nodded faintly!
"Fine. Come up."
Chaos!
Jaws dropped; even Core Formation seniors gaped.
Wang Dazhuang shook, grabbing Su Rui's shoulder, whispering frantically: "Old Su! What dogshit luck?! She agreed! Unprecedented!!"
Su Rui sneered inwardly. Dare she refuse?
Feigning shock, he laughed, patted the fatty's hand, and leaped lightly to the dais, within three feet of her.
Close enough for her faint orchid-snow scent—like plum blossoms in frost.
Her sunlit skin revealed faint blue veins beneath; long lashes veiled seething hatred.
Mu Xueyi wasted no words with this human-skinned demon, unwilling to let him near.
Her wrist flicked; jade-white light bloomed from the sword tip, a gentle yet irresistible force wrapping his right hand remotely.
"Watch closely. Once only." Coldly, she channeled her pure spirit power, guiding his arm through the forms.
Her motions flawless as flowing clouds—but the controlling power distant, rigid, like puppeteering a lifeless doll, minimizing contact.
Su Rui relished the forced intimacy.
He relaxed deliberately; during a pivot, his fingertip "accidentally" grazed her slim, soft waist side.
Through the gauze, warmth clear.
He inhaled deeply, savoring her unique fragrance, evil fire flaring.
Below, disciples envied the intimacy, red-eyed, but thought nothing amiss.
Then, as she led a wide turn, Su Rui "stumbled" forward from "ineptitude."
In the blur of robes and crossed figures, his left hand lightning-quick pinched her plump, elastic peach hip side.
Soft yet resilient—same exquisite feel as that night.
Touch and release—instant, illusory.
His hand withdrew innocently.
Voice low, for her ears only, he chuckled: "Senior Sister Mu, your big ass feels as amazing as ever—makes your junior brother reluctant to let go!"
Mu Xueyi stiffened, eyes erupting humiliated fury, grip tightening.
But she was Mu Xueyi—suppressing sword qi near-bursting, maintaining poise, her control turning icier, stiffer.
Su Rui thrilled inwardly, transmitting privately: "Oh right, haven't congratulated you yet. Two months apart, Senior Sister's even more radiant, cultivation soaring—broken late Core Formation into steady False Infant, eh? Tsk, Cultivation World's top beauty lives up to her genius. At this rate, sect gets a young Nascent Soul elder soon. Your junior bows in admiration."
Mu Xueyi stiffened again, eyes flashing shock amid fury.
He saw through her concealed realm at a glance? This lecher's divine sense... far exceeded expectations!
Su Rui inwardly chilled: She'd grinded on hatred, leaping late Core Formation to False Infant in two months!
Recent breakthrough to late Core Formation, yet such speed—her heavenly spiritual root and Sword Heart Transparent were monstrous.
His own gains relied on the art's devouring; rapid, but foundation shaky, needing constant flame-refining.
Hers? Pure talent and will. Terrifying.
If she cultivated Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art, God Transformation now? Possible.
"Wretch, spare your false praise!" she transmitted coldly.
"Heh, then this wretch invites the beauty Senior Sister to my cave at midnight tonight."
"What for?"
"Don't ask. Want your senior brother's soul back? Come."
Hearing this, her brows knit, chest heaving with turmoil.
Silence, hatred blazing—yet no refusal. Accepted.
The final form ended.
Mu Xueyi yanked back her power like discarding filth, sword to side, voice cold to him and crowd: "Key points and spirit paths taught. Practice diligently, feel it out. Dismissed."
Su Rui knew crowds watched—no pushing further.
"Grateful for your guidance, Senior Sister—eyes opened! I'll cultivate tirelessly!" He bowed dramatically, leaped down to Wang Dazhuang.
Just steady, the fatty grabbed his arm, sniffing sleeve and shoulder lewdly: "Old Su! You got Senior Sister Mu's scent! Faint, icy, but sweet... Top beauty's residual fragrance hooks the soul! Bury my nose in her? Instant ascension!"
Su Rui shoved him disgustedly, cursing: "Dead fatty, back off—I ain't into dudes! Sniff again, I'll beat you!"
Inwardly sneering: Mu Xueyi's fragrance? Her white tiger steamed bun hole's climax nectar—that's the blood-boiling, mind-shattering sweet!
On dais, Mu Xueyi steadied, scanning: "Clear on demo and answers? More questions?"
Jealous youths, seeing Su Rui's fortune, raised hands: "Senior Sister! Disciple doubts 'Phoenix Soars Nine Heavens'—personal guidance?"
"Senior Sister, spirit flow's off..."
Her eyes swept icily, like tangible blades, majestic distance: "Jade Phoenix Sword Art essence explained, forms shown. Path of cultivation: self-insight, diligent practice. Ponder and train as taught—no need for more personal demos."
The tone extinguished fantasies instantly.
Disciples grumbled inwardly, jealous and indignant at Su Rui's "luck."
Scanning, no more dared speak: "No questions? Lesson ends."
She blurred into pure white sword light, shooting skyward into Heaven Sword Peak's eternal mists, gone—leaving faint ripples and disciples' wistful sighs, lingering envy.
Su Rui amid the crowd, under jealous glares, lips curling ferociously.
Fools thought him lucky, graced by her jade hands.
They knew not: two months ago, in candlelight, those "distant" hands had futilely pushed his scorching chest.
That "divine" body they'd never dare touch had writhed, yielded, shattered in ecstasy beneath him.
Their moon? Yanked down by him, stained lewd.
He'd pierced her purity, claimed her virgin depths inch by inch, flooded her sacred womb with his searing seed—his mark alone.
Recalling that suffocating grip, the flower's odd suction, his evil fire stirred.
Seeing faces screaming "why him?", malice overflowed.
"If you knew your untouchable moon's insides are slathered in my filth... not just dao heart collapse—your souls would explode on the spot?"
He chuckled silently, savoring the delicious secret—like fine wine, intoxicating.