Using the Daughter to Force the Mother, Half-God Arrives in Person
Su Rui's drop of soul blood not only allowed Mu Xueyi to sense his location, but since it was in her possession, he could also track her movements in reverse.
Thus, the moment Mu Xueyi quietly arrived at the battlefield's outskirts, he had already noticed.
No need for eye contact or divine sense transmission—with Mu Xueyi's sharp wits, she instantly seized the only breakthrough: the one person who hadn't yet formed her Nascent Soul, the weakest in strength yet the most exalted in status—Yan Qingci.
A silent understanding passed between them.
At this moment, the two of them were holding the pale-faced Yan Qingci captive, flying toward the distant horizon at a neither hurried nor leisurely pace.
The agreed safe distance was a full ten thousand li away—no need to rush and waste spiritual power needlessly.
As their escaping lights streaked through the sky, Su Rui turned his head to gaze at the frosty, aloof beauty beside him. The corner of his lips curved up in a teasing smile. "Looks like my wife couldn't rest easy without laozi after all, rushing over in such a panic to save her husband. Deep down, you really do have me in your heart."
Mu Xueyi stared straight ahead, her tone icy cold. "Don't flatter yourself. I came only because you haven't helped me catch the killer yet. Until then, you don't get to die so easily."
She would never admit that when the soul blood sent its warning, sensing the violent surge of spiritual power around him intertwined with several Nascent Soul auras, her heart had clenched uncontrollably for that instant.
Su Rui paid no mind to her denial; his smile only deepened. "No matter what you say, wife, the fact that you came has laozi deeply touched."
Mu Xueyi pressed her lips together and fell silent.
At that moment, Yan Qingci, sealed by Mu Xueyi's spiritual power, let out a cold laugh. Mockery filled her phoenix eyes. "What an eye-opener. The righteous path's pearl, Fairy Mu Xueyi, actually lowering herself to such a crude brute?"
Her gaze slanted toward Su Rui with sharp disdain. "If I recall correctly, doesn't Fairy Mu have a dao companion? That jade-faced divine sword Li Chengxuan, hailed as elegant as a jade tree in the wind... doesn't match this man at all. Could it be that even you, the pure and unsullied fairy, stoop to adultery?"
She had taken an extreme dislike to Su Rui from the start. At the auction, he'd thrown a hundred thousand superior-grade spirit stones at those "obscene" silk stockings in her eyes, and just now he'd spewed filthy words, filling her with utter contempt.
Mu Xueyi's expression darkened slightly at her words.
Su Rui, however, looked at Yan Qingci with keen interest, grinning wickedly. "Saintess, laozi said earlier—if laozi captures you, laozi's definitely gonna taste that little mouth of yours."
Before his words even finished, his large hand reached out. An irresistible force yanked Yan Qingci from Mu Xueyi's side straight into his embrace.
Under Yan Qingci's horrified gaze, he unceremoniously lowered his head and crushed his lips heavily against her tender red ones.
"Mmph—!"
Yan Qingci's phoenix eyes flew wide open, her mind blanking out.
She, the Eternal Night Palace Saintess, when had she ever suffered such violation? Her first kiss, stolen by this despised thief!
A surge of intense humiliation roiled in her chest, stiffening her body as flames nearly shot from her phoenix eyes.
"Enough!"
A voice cold enough to freeze souls rang out abruptly, laced with barely suppressed fury. "Is this the time for such nonsense?"
It was Mu Xueyi speaking.
Her peach-blossom eyes above the thin veil were now frosted over, that icy stare fixed on Su Rui and Yan Qingci's pressed lips.
Only then did Su Rui reluctantly pull away from Yan Qingci's lips, his tongue even ambiguously licking the corner of his mouth.
He looked at Mu Xueyi, his gaze carrying an unquestionable edge. "Wife, if you're jealous, just say so outright. But laozi knows what he's doing. Besides, laozi doesn't like my women meddling in where I seek my fun—even if it's just a trifling pastime."
His tone was casual, yet laced with domineering authority, clearly drawing a line.
Mu Xueyi's ample chest rose and fell slightly, her jade hands clenched in her sleeves, nails nearly digging into her palms.
Forcing herself to calm down, her voice returned to its usual chill, now laced with even greater distance. "Su Rui, don't get ahead of yourself. I hate you to the bone, dreaming day and night of cutting you down with my sword. Why would I be jealous over a shameless wretch like you? And don't call me 'wife'—I've never acknowledged it, and I never will be your woman."
Su Rui smirked playfully. "If you're not, then just watch quietly from the side."
With that, his gaze returned to Yan Qingci in his arms, who trembled slightly from rage and humiliation.
She finally recovered from the shock, gritting her teeth. "Lecherous thief! How dare you... how dare you humiliate me like this! I, Yan Qingci, swear to the heavens—my mother will carve you into a thousand pieces, extract your soul, and refine it for eternity, never to be reborn!"
Su Rui didn't continue his advances. Instead, he released his hold, merely slipping a silent seal into her body.
Looking down at her imperiously, his eyes gleamed with mocking insight. "Having a powerful mother to shield you is your fortune. But excessive reliance only makes you weak, like a flower in a greenhouse."
He leaned in slightly, his voice deepening. "You fell into our hands today—not because you lack a Nascent Soul or cultivation. No, it's because you're used to basking in your mother's glory, subconsciously believing no one dares touch you. That dependence dulled your vigilance, stripped away the edge and resolve to survive desperation. Otherwise, with Eternal Night Palace's foundations, even if outmatched, how could you be captured so easily?"
His words struck like thunder in Yan Qingci's ears.
Her delicate frame shuddered violently, panic and shame flashing in her eyes at being seen through.
Indeed, from childhood, any trouble could be resolved by invoking her mother's name or relying on the safeguards her mother left behind.
Over time, she truly seemed to have lost a true powerhouse's crisis awareness.
Su Rui stopped toying with her, merely signaling Mu Xueyi to keep watch.
A strange silence fell among the three, broken only by the whistling wind of their escaping lights.
Finally, the ten thousand li passed in a flash.
Below stretched a barren wasteland, yellow sands swirling everywhere.
The ever-present Gray Fiend Granny, trailing close behind, now had her withered face frosted over. Her voice rasped coldly. "The distance is reached! As agreed, I've let you fly ten thousand li without interference. Now, fulfill your promise—release the Saintess!"
As she spoke, her powerful divine sense swept across hundreds of li in an instant.
She couldn't fathom why these two early Nascent Soul cultivators dared let a late Nascent Soul great power like her follow unchallenged.
She'd suspected an ambush, but her scan revealed utter desolation—no one else, no spiritual fluctuations besides them.
No ambush? Then they had some other trump card!
Gray Fiend Granny braced herself warily, not daring the slightest carelessness.
Mu Xueyi's cold gaze turned to Su Rui in query. "Speak—what's your real goal?"
She could defeat a mid Nascent Soul like Hua Xiangrong in one move, but against a late Nascent Soul powerhouse, she had little confidence.
Teaming up with this foe, though, might give them over fifty percent odds.
But recalling his earlier frivolity, anger still simmered in her heart.
Mu Xueyi secretly resolved: unless he humbled himself and begged, no sword from her.
Su Rui had no intention of asking her help. He merely smiled faintly, sending a transmission. "Keep an eye on Yan Qingci. Laozi's already planted a seal in her, but Yan Mingli might've left other safeguards. Don't let her escape or cause trouble."
"You're facing her alone?" Surprise flickered in Mu Xueyi's peach-blossom eyes.
"More than enough." Su Rui's reply was curt and confident.
The next instant, he halted his escaping light abruptly, whirling to face Gray Fiend Granny head-on, his eyes brimming with icy killing intent.
No superfluous words—the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art surged at unprecedented speed, his aura turning violently savage!
"Old hag, time for you to hit the road!"
Su Rui's hands formed a complex, ancient seal, igniting his essence blood to unleash the fifth layer of the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art!
Domain of pure black demonic flames engulfs the heavens, twisting space into a hell of soul-eroding shadows and world-burning inferno!
In that instant, darkness swallowed the sky around him!
Not clouds blotting the sun, but pure black demonic qi devouring all light!
Endless pitch-black demonic flames erupted from Su Rui's body—not mere fire, but a domain!
A horrific demonic prison over a thousand zhang in diameter formed instantly, enveloping Gray Fiend Granny completely.
Within, space warped, temperatures soared to melt gold and stone, the desert sands vaporizing instantly!
Countless shadows of purest black flame roared and howled—not solid, yet carrying will to erode nascent souls and incinerate all creation!
At the prison's edge, spatial barriers writhed like red-hot iron, sealing inside from outside, a self-contained world of annihilation.
Gray Fiend Granny had unleashed her full power the moment Su Rui struck, her vast spiritual power forming a solid gray shield.
She'd thought his strange art no match for their cultivation gap.
But as Incinerate Heaven Demonic Prison descended, her face drained of color!
"This... impossible!!!"
In terror, she found her protective light melting like snow under blazing sun from the eerie black flames!
The flames didn't just burn spiritual power—they eroded her nascent soul directly! Shadows battered her divine sense, shaking her mind, stagnating her spiritual flow!
At the prison's heart, Su Rui seemed fused with it. He pressed down with a hand.
"Extinguish."
As if words birthed law, the entire Incinerate Heaven Demonic Prison collapsed inward!
All black flames, shadows, destructive will converged to a pinpoint—a black ray fine as silk yet devouring all light—piercing her every defense, drilling into her brow!
Gray Fiend Granny's body stiffened, eyes bulging in disbelief and fear.
She tried to speak, but no sound came.
Next instant, black flames burst from her every pore!
Her flesh and fleeing nascent soul couldn't withstand even a breath under this peerless blaze, vanishing silently to nothingness—no ash remained.
The horrific prison faded from the world as if never there.
Only the lingering scorching, destructive aura in the air—and the massive depression below, erased to absolute void—testified to that strike's terror.
Silence.
Dead silence.
Mu Xueyi's peerless face showed undisguised shock toward Su Rui for the first time.
She knew he was strong, but never imagined he'd one-shot a late Nascent Soul great cultivator!
Utterly cognition-shattering!
Yan Qingci trembled violently at the sight, her gaze toward Su Rui filled with horror and dread.
She knew Gray Fiend Granny's power well—one of Eternal Night Palace's ranked elites—slain like this? By an early Nascent Soul cultivator, in one strike?!
Su Rui leisurely flew back to Mu Xueyi's side, chuckling at her stunned expression. "No need for such surprise, wife. This is just laozi's third-strongest trump card."
Implying two even deadlier ones remained!
Of course, pure bluff—Incinerate Heaven Demonic Prison was his strongest move yet.
But since Mu Xueyi always sought to defeat him, he'd craft an unfathomable, invincible image.
Mu Xueyi was indeed shaken again, her heart surging.
But she quickly suppressed it, regaining calm and frowning. "You shouldn't have killed her. As a late Nascent Soul elder of Eternal Night Palace, she surely left a life tablet there. Killing her means... Yan Mingli will know soon."
Hope and viciousness flashed in Yan Qingci's eyes.
Yes! Mother would know!
With Mother's reliance on Gray Fiend Granny and love for her, she'd rush here at top speed!
Then, no matter Su Rui's tricks, before peak Half-God Mother, only death awaited!
Su Rui scoffed disdainfully. "What if I said my goal from the start was luring Yan Mingli here?"
Mu Xueyi stunned anew; even Yan Qingci stared in disbelief, blurting, "You... what? My mother is peak Half-God—with your early Nascent Soul cultivation, you dare target her? Arrogant fool!"
Su Rui looked down coldly and cruelly. "Her precious daughter in laozi's hands—why can't laozi target her? What do you say, esteemed Saintess?"
"What... exactly do you want?!" Yan Qingci's heart chilled under his icy gaze.
Su Rui's palm slowly rose to her head. "First, laozi wants to see just how vital her palm jewel is in that good mother's heart."
Yan Qingci paled. "Soul search?!"
"Rest easy."
Su Rui's tone flat, domineering beyond resistance. "With Saintess's foundation, and laozi's 'gentle' technique, no major harm. At worst... weak for a few days."
Ignoring her protests, tyrannical, scorching divine sense forcibly invaded her sea of consciousness!
"Urgh!" Yan Qingci groaned in agony, body shuddering fiercely.
"As expected of Yan Mingli—even her daughter's sea of consciousness is laced with such intricate protective seals."
Su Rui arched a brow, then snorted coldly. "Pity—this world's so-called seals are worthless before laozi!"
Channeling Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art, his invading sense brutally shredded the protections in her sea!
Yan Qingci felt her head might explode, memory fragments surging uncontrollably.
Su Rui's sense swam her memory river: Eternal Night Palace secrets, core technique snippets, Yan Mingli teaching her cultivation... information flooded past.
But certain scenes made Su Rui's breath hitch.
Yan Qingci and mother Yan Mingli bathing together in Eternal Night Palace's deep, spirit-rich hot spring.
Mist-shrouded, yet unable to hide Yan Mingli's mature, voluptuous body—like a ripe peach.
Especially those proudly thrusting massive tits, scaling this world's pinnacle—full and round, barely graspable even with both hands.
The two crimson peaks flickered in the rippling water, like red plums in snow, begging to be plucked.
Treasures enough to make any man pulse with bloodlust, driven mad.
Even Su Rui, mid-soul search, felt the heady erotic allure from the memory—evil fire rising in his dantian, his massive cock stiffening uncontrollably, tenting his pants obviously.
Mu Xueyi, watching Su Rui closely, spotted the change—especially that prominent bulge.
She froze, then frost veiled her jade face.
What depraved scene was he viewing mid-search?
Su Rui suppressed his inner turmoil, scanning useful info until exhausting Yan Qingci's memories from birth to now, then withdrawing.
Yan Qingci's face was ashen as paper, her weak voice mocking. "Soul search done... now you know better than anyone how terrifying my mother is, right?"
Su Rui nodded with a cold laugh. "Terrifying indeed—so laozi needs extra insurance. Otherwise, hard to handle your mother."
"What... more do you want?"
His response: surging Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art again, palm erupting horrific suction!
"Aaaah—!"
Yan Qingci's shrill scream pierced the air—her soul felt torn asunder!
Su Rui's tyrannical sense invaded her nascent soul's core, ignoring instinctive resistance and terror, brutally peeling away half!
A cluster of soul-glowing spirit body was forcibly extracted, hovering above his palm, slowly spinning with faint light.
Yan Qingci went deathly pale, drenched in cold sweat, eyes brimming ultimate terror, voice quaking. "H-how... how can you... forcibly seize my nascent soul..."
Mu Xueyi had seen this once before, but witnessing again still felt cruel.
Nascent souls were too vital for cultivators.
Yet she knew—without this, facing Yan Mingli later, neither she nor Su Rui could escape unscathed.
"Proprietary secret—won't tell."
Su Rui grinned savagely, toying with the soul light, tone lewd and certain. "Saintess, laozi knows now—your mother dotes on you endlessly. With half your nascent soul in laozi's hand, even if laozi wants to fuck her in front of all Eternal Night Palace, to save you, she'll probably spread her legs obediently and lie down waiting!"
Yan Qingci shook with fury at the obscenity, shrieking. "Bastard! Beast! Don't you dare... don't you dare insult my mother like that!!"
Su Rui's face oozed petty triumph. "Laozi's insulting her—what can you do?"
He was about to spew more blasphemy against Yan Mingli when suddenly—a voice enchanting as heavenly music from the ninth skies, yet laced with supreme majesty that chilled souls to tremble, rang from the distant horizon: "Qingci can't do anything to you... but what if it's this palace?"