Jade Hand Caresses the Robbery Flame, Twin Breasts Offer Service
Ten thousand miles away, an endless glacier stretched across heaven and earth.
Here, eternal cold reigned supreme. Howling gales whipped up shards of ice like countless blades slicing through the air. Everywhere the eye could see was a wasteland of stark white and deathly silence.
A faint, barely perceptible beam of escaping light flickered like a dying firefly, struggling through the blizzard to reveal Su Rui and Mu Xueyi's figures.
The moment they landed, Su Rui staggered, his face ashen as paper, his aura withered to the brink of collapse.
His battle with Yan Mingli had nearly drained every drop of spiritual power from his body, costing him a significant amount of his vital essence blood besides. The final Incinerating Origin Soul Escape he unleashed during their flight had only made things worse—like dousing dying embers with a bucket of ice water, burning away what little vital energy he had left.
The searing pain and profound emptiness pulsing through his meridians constantly reminded him: he was teetering on the edge.
Yet he didn't immediately meditate to recover.
Gritting his teeth against the soul-rending agony and the tidal wave of exhaustion crashing over him, Su Rui bit the tip of his tongue, using the sharp sting to stay conscious.
His trembling hand traced intricate runes in the air around them with his scant remaining spiritual power.
A faint glow flashed, and the barrier formed, perfectly concealing their figures and auras while blocking out the bone-chilling cold that could shatter a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
With that done, the tension in his mind snapped. His body pitched forward uncontrollably.
He gently laid the still-unconscious Mu Xueyi on the ground, thick with crystalline ice, before collapsing beside her.
Turning his head, he gazed at her exquisite sleeping face so close at hand. Those usually clear, resolute peach-blossom eyes were peacefully shut, her long lashes casting faint shadows in the glacier's dim light.
Su Rui laboriously shifted his arm, pulling her chilled body into his embrace, trying to warm her with his own heat.
After this small gesture, he could hold on no longer. His heavy eyelids slowly closed.
But he didn't fall into true sleep. His consciousness remained taut like a bowstring, retaining a primal vigilance toward the outside world as he sank into a half-conscious meditative state.
Time slipped away amid the ice winds' howl, marked only by the auroras dancing above the glacier, silent witnesses to the day's quiet turnover into night.
How much time passed, she didn't know, but Mu Xueyi's slender lashes trembled like butterfly wings. Her eyes slowly opened.
Those captivating peach-blossom eyes held a momentary haze at first, but in the next instant, the horrific battle scenes from before her blackout flooded her mind—
Swarming demonic cultivators like wolves encircling their prey, Yan Mingli's cold, merciless kill order, the Withered Bone Demon Lord's fatal ghostly claws... and in the final moment, that roaring blaze of crimson-black demonic flame erupting from the cave, incinerating all in its path, along with the solid embrace that caught her mid-fall.
Her memories froze at his words—playfully irreverent as always, yet inexplicably reassuring—and the dark red spear in his hand radiating destructive aura: the Robbery Flame.
She snapped fully awake.
Where was that bastard?
The thought had barely formed when she realized she was being held tightly in someone's arms.
A warm, solid chest pressed against her back, hot breath grazing her neck, an arm possessively circled around her waist.
Mu Xueyi's alarm bells rang wildly. Instinctively, she channeled her spiritual power to blast the person behind her away!
But just as her energy surged on the verge of erupting, she caught that familiar, infuriating scent.
It was Su Rui.
The rising spiritual power deflated like a punctured balloon, dissipating silently.
Her tensed body slackened for an instant, only to be overtaken by far more tangled emotions.
She furrowed her elegant distant-mountain brows, disgust clear on her face. With deliberate force, she pried his arm from her waist, her movements laced with clear rejection. She wrenched free of his embrace and slowly sat up.
Her ice-blue gossamer dress was slightly disheveled, the neckline gaping from her struggle to reveal a stretch of delicate collarbone.
She quickly tightened it. Even just her collarbone—she wasn't used to exposing it.
Lowering her gaze, she looked at the man who so disturbed her peace. His face was deathly pale; even in unconsciousness, he seemed gripped by pain, stripped of his usual maddening roguishness and levity, revealing a rare vulnerability.
Since they were safe inside this glacial barrier, it meant... he'd truly carved a path to survival from that desperate hell, carrying her out.
Recalling the final scene before blackout—demonic cultivators blotting the sky like storm clouds, including late-stage Nascent Soul and even perfected experts, overseen by peak half-god Yan Mingli herself... and he'd done the impossible with that newly forged demonic spear called Robbery Flame.
He'd grown stronger again, strong enough that even with her unyielding, crystalline-pure Sword Heart, careful reflection now stirred a rare sense of powerlessness.
Facing him head-on, forget killing him—even mutual destruction seemed a pipe dream now.
But what about now?
Mu Xueyi rose, her posture straight as a snow lotus atop an icy peak.
Spiritual light flashed on her slender hand, summoning the Sword Sect's supreme treasure, Minglan. Its tip spat chilling sword light, aimed at the unconscious Su Rui on the ground.
The icy blade hovered mere inches from his throat. She could even feel the faint pulse in his neck. Killing intent gathered in her cold peach-blossom eyes—all it would take was a gentle push of her wrist...
But in a flash, Minglan's glow dimmed and vanished from her grasp.
She still needed him to uncover Li Chengxuan's true killer.
That was the sole, twisted thread binding them—the only excuse for her to suppress all her murderous urges right now.
"For now... spare his life."
She repeated it inwardly, as if to convince the sword heart rippling with doubt.
She drew a deep breath of frigid air, trying to calm her inner turmoil.
Her body had recovered somewhat during unconsciousness, but her internal injuries lingered, and her spiritual power was far from full. She urgently needed to meditate.
Her gaze turned outside the barrier array. Eternal glacial winds carried ice shards like countless translucent blades, madly slashing at everything.
The barrier's glow had dimmed under the relentless blizzard assault, its basic warding chill severely weakened. Strands of cold were seeping in.
This must have been hastily set by Su Rui at his lamp's last flicker—impressive it had held this long.
Though she wasn't versed in his bizarre, complex barrier arts, repairing and bolstering its basic thermal warding was within her power and exquisite spiritual control.
Without much thought, she gathered pure spiritual power at her fingertip and lightly tapped several nodes on the barrier's glow.
Spiritual light flickered and faded. The screen rippled, solidifying somewhat, blocking most of the infiltrating chill.
Having done this, Mu Xueyi froze.
What was she doing? Why go the extra mile? A shameless wretch like him deserved more biting wind, more suffering. His Nascent Soul body's toughness wouldn't let him freeze anyway.
A thread of annoyance rose in her.
She pursed her lips, the idea of weakening the barrier's warmth flashing through her mind. But it lingered only an instant—no spiritual power stirred in her fingers.
"Just so he doesn't freeze to death before helping me find the killer."
The self-deceptive excuse was barely a whisper, yet it steadied her churning thoughts somewhat.
She ignored him now, not wanting to stay too close, and prepared to meditate a short distance away.
But the instant she turned, a scorching hot hand seized her wrist!
The grip's strength caught her off guard!
"Ah!"
Mu Xueyi cried out in shock. A massive force yanked her back into that searing embrace, her back slamming tight against Su Rui's iron-hard chest.
"What are you doing?! Let me go!!"
Shock and fury mixed as she assumed he'd woken, struggling fiercely.
But Su Rui's arm clamped like an iron hoop. His consciousness seemed muddled still, pained, slurred mutterings escaping his lips: "Hot... so hot... urgh..."
Not only that—his body temperature was skyrocketing. Even through their clothes, the alarming heat felt like an erupting volcano within.
Mu Xueyi's struggles paused. Sensing something amiss, she furrowed her willow brows.
Forcing down her shame and anger, she extended a slender thread of spiritual sense, cautiously probing his body.
The scan jolted her.
Within Su Rui's meridians, the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art—meant to be orderly under his technique—now raged like a wild stallion unchained, scorching his channels. It even hinted at backlash toward his dantian and soul erosion!
Especially... especially at the meridian nexus in his lower body, the black flames' density and activity were shockingly intense, nearly condensing to solid form.
This was—qi deviation?!
Mu Xueyi's frown deepened.
Indeed, cultivating such tyrannical, eerie demonic arts granted swift power, but at the cost of unstable foundations, endless hidden perils, and easy backlash.
Not like their righteous paths—balanced, steady, progressive, free of such risks.
As her thoughts raced, Su Rui's agony intensified. His body spasmed unconsciously, low groans ragged with unbearable torment. Beads of sweat welled on his forehead, instantly vaporized by his own heat.
Seeing him suffer so, complex emotions flickered in Mu Xueyi's cold eyes.
She sighed almost inaudibly, unable to simply watch.
Refocusing, she probed deeper into the black flames' riotous core.
Tracing the violent energy's path, her spiritual sense locked onto a spot!
Below his lower dantian, at the perineum between his legs... and the vital seal of his male root and sac.
It was a blazing energy vortex there, excess Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame threatening to burst those channels.
A clear, shameful thought intruded unbidden: "Yin-yang harmony, water and fire in balance. This surplus ultimate-yang demonic flame... perhaps vented through releasing his primal yang?" That could guide it out, easing his crisis.
The idea flushed her cheeks faintly, soon overtaken by deeper conflict.
Help him? That way?
She hated him to her bones—for ruining her purity, forcibly claiming her, extracting Chengxuan's three souls and seven poises, indirectly causing his death!
Doing this would be utter betrayal of Chengxuan. How would his spirit in the heavens view her?
"Chengxuan..."
She called silently, nails digging into her palm.
Su Rui's groans grew frantic, his body terrifyingly hot, now unconsciously clawing at his clothes to bare his chiseled chest scarred with half-healed wounds.
Mu Xueyi warred within, her cold gaze on his pain-twisted face. Those words—"I love you, more than anything in this world"—echoed in her mind.
Her resolute peach-blossom eyes clouded with unprecedented confusion and helplessness.
How long passed? An instant, or an eternity?
The struggle in her depths turned to desperate resolve, laced with bone-deep guilt.
"Chengxuan, forgive me..."
Eyes shut, she murmured inwardly, voice trembling faintly: "Just this once... this... this is to find your killer."
Confessing to her lost love, she sought a reason her soul could accept to cross this line.
Her slender jade hand trembled visibly as it reached for his waist.
Her fingertips brushed his belt, flinching like scorched by flame—but she steeled herself and undid the clasp.
His pants slid down. Even flaccid, that massive male symbol sprang free, exposed to her conflicted gaze.
When her cool, soft hand hesitantly grasped the scorching shaft, it surged to life and ferocity, swelling and hardening in her palm at startling speed—rigid as iron!
Its terrifying girth and throbbing pulsed clearly through her palm, setting her heart racing.
Though shame and rage boiled within, Mu Xueyi had endured forced unions with this beast several times. The initial utter mortification had dulled to numb "familiarity."
At least, she could force herself to confront this loathsome thing.
It was so big... veins coiling, shape ferocious, radiating pure masculine aggression.
She felt a shameful quiver and dampness stir uncontrollably in her secret valley between her thighs.
But her unyielding Sword Heart quashed the body's betrayal, ignoring the budding emptiness.
Now, she was just performing a "treatment"—a necessary compromise for the investigation.
She began stroking the searing meat pillar up and down with her slender hand.
She knew exactly the amplitude, pressure to pleasure it; where to touch, knead for maximum excitement.
This intimate knowledge, born of those coerced intimacies, now filled her with loathing and self-disgust. Why did she know it so shamefully well?
She felt his tensed body ease slightly with her motions, his pained groans softening.
It was working.
The realization steadied her, urging her deeper into this blushing "therapy."
Her delicate fingers gripped and pumped the shaft swiftly at times, teased the urethral tip at others, kneaded the heavy sac below...
She deployed every "technique" passively learned from those dark memories.
Time passed in the glacier's silence and lewd friction sounds.
Yet after an hour, Su Rui's cock remained rock-hard, no sign of release.
Mu Xueyi's wrist ached, fine sweat beading her forehead.
Frustration welled; she'd vaguely known hand stimulation alone wouldn't make this lustful thief climax easily—especially unconscious, body instinctively resisting.
She sighed softly, eyes falling to her own lofty, voluptuous breasts with their stunning curves.
Seems... no choice.
These peaks he'd ogled and praised endlessly—now the more effective "tool."
Clamping, rubbing with them... should push him to the edge faster?
The thought crimsoned her cheeks. She bit her lip, resolve hardening.
Her trembling hands undid the upper laces of her ice-blue dress.
Fabric fell away. A pair of snow-white, perfectly rounded, perky giant breasts bounced free, their rosy peaks like red plums in snow amid the icy expanse—utterly alluring.
She inhaled deeply, leaned down, and carefully enveloped the burning, rigid rod between her warm, silky jade peaks.
The deep cleavage swallowed it whole, plush breast flesh squeezing the shaft from both sides.
Then she rose and fell, letting the monster slide and thrust between her tits.
Soft mounds deformed under pressure; the scorching glans occasionally grazed her sensitive collarbone and hollow, sending odd shivers through her.
Eyes shut, she avoided the obscene sight, adjusting rhythm and force by feel alone.
This stimulation was far stronger than hands. Soon, the beast between her breasts throbbed wildly.
Su Rui's breaths grew ragged, a stifled growl rumbling from his throat.
He was about to cum!
Mu Xueyi startled, halting to catch it with her hand.
But as her jade fingers cupped the head, a torrent of scalding, viscous white turbidity erupted with ferocious force!
"Mm..."
She grunted softly. The first thick spurt mostly hit her cupped palms, but the explosive pressure and endless follow-ups squirted through her slender fingers. Some splattered her cold, peerless face; drops landed on her bared breasts.
This semen burned hotter than usual, laced with the rampaging Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame's aura.
Mu Xueyi endured the surging emotions without much disgust—almost habituated to his filthy seed.
Silently, she fetched clean silk from her storage pouch, meticulously wiping the sticky fluid from her face and hands.
His potent masculine scent inevitably invaded her nostrils.
But before she could refasten her dress, Su Rui groaned in pain again. His body spasmed and heated anew!
Mu Xueyi paled in alarm, probing with spiritual sense once more.
The black flames at his vital seal had indeed dissipated by half, but plenty lingered—and the release seemed to have upset the balance, agitating the rest further!
And that monster between his legs, post-climax, showed no softening. If anything, it grew more grotesque—veins bulging, radiating heart-shaking heat.
Did she... have to do it again?!
Mu Xueyi's heart sank.
Once had already shattered her limits. Twice... and this level of stimulation likely wouldn't suffice for a second release.
She stared at the throbbing, temptation-to-depravity cock inches away, feeling her own valley grow wetter from prolonged arousal and visual assault—now itching with emptiness...
A chilling yet fatefully seductive thought surfaced, unstoppable.
Did she really... have to... use there...?