Chapter 7: Her Cunt Dripping with Cum, the Gorgeous Mother Comforts Her Gravely Wounded Son in Public

On the bluestone square, the gale abruptly died.

The deafening cries of slaughter, which had filled the air just moments ago, were severed as if an invisible hand had strangled them mid-breath.

Sword Pavilion disciples, members of the Blood Fiend Sect, Hehuan Sect adepts... several hundred people stood frozen as if struck by a stasis spell, staring blankly toward the back mountain.

Xue Ning.

She had stood up.

Not only had she stood up, the aura surrounding her was unfathomable now, more terrifying than at any time before.

"Pavilion Lord!" The eyes of the Sword Pavilion disciples reddened, excitement surging through them.

Yet none of them knew what agony this revered pavilion lord was enduring at that very moment.

Her swollen, everted lips were tightly wrapped in her undergarments. With every step she took, the friction of the cloth brought an indescribable ache and trembling.

What made her even more humiliated was that deep in her pussy, Shen Qingyun’s hot semen was still left behind.

Mixed within that lingering white seed was Shen Qingyun’s azure spiritual energy.

At this moment, that spiritual energy seemed alive, rampaging and crashing around inside her sensitive inner walls, constantly stimulating the soft flesh that had just been washed through repeated climaxes.

Xue Ning clenched her teeth and swallowed back the sweet, sultry moan that tried to rise in her throat.

She had to remain dignified. She had to remain imposing.

Because she was the Sword Pavilion’s pavilion lord, and Mu Bai’s mother.

The flesh on the scar-faced man’s face twitched violently, and his hand gripping the blade was already slick with cold sweat.

The Hehuan Sect elder’s effeminate face had gone as pale as paper, the folding fan in his hand trembling like a sieve.

They had launched their attack today with every possible precaution.

On the front mountain, the few of them had held back Lin Mubai and the Sword Pavilion elders. On the back mountain, the Hehuan Sect’s sect master had personally led the charge!

A late-stage Core Formation cultivator plus three early-stage Core Formation cultivators!

To assassinate, or rather to crush outright, a crippled woman in the middle of healing should have been a kill with no room for failure.

But now, Xue Ning had not only walked out unscathed, she had even broken through to the Core Formation perfection stage!

"P-Pavilion Lord Xue... y-you... where is our sect master?!"

The Hehuan Sect elder finally could not hold back and broke the silence over the square.

Xue Ning did not even glance at him.

Sikong Lin lifted her eyelids slightly and flicked a look at the pale-faced scholar, the corner of her mouth curling in mockery.

Their sect master?

Half an incense stick ago, outside the back mountain formation, there really had been a few reckless bastards shouting nonsense and trying to force their way in.

Unfortunately, those ants were not even worthy of making her draw her sword. By now, they were probably so thoroughly dead that not even a blood mist remained for the mountain wind to scatter.

And now this white-faced scholar was asking where their sect master was?

What a joke.

There was no obligation to answer.

The Hehuan Sect elder stood rigidly in place with his fan raised, his expression a riot of shock, fear, and disbelief.

In that brief pause, Xue Ning swayed slightly.

The next instant, she was already moving through the air, crossing dozens of zhang in a single step and landing at the rim of the giant crater.

"Muer."

"Mother... I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold them off..."

"You did well."

She crouched down and gently drew Lin Mubai, soaked in blood from head to toe, into her arms.

Lin Mubai struggled to open his eyes, his vision blurred and indistinct.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood foam, and when he saw his mother standing unharmed before him, even her legs, crippled for more than ten years, had been restored.

The heart that had been hanging in his throat finally dropped back into place with a heavy thud.

"Mother, you’re fine... that’s great..."

A weak smile tugged at his lips.

Now that he was close, he caught a scent on his mother that was mixed in with her usual elegant fragrance, something unfamiliar.

Suddenly, his gaze froze.

At the edge of Xue Ning’s collar, on that long swan-like neck, there was a vivid scarlet mark.

The mark was an irregular oval, its edges faintly tinged blue-purple, glaring all the more sharply against his mother’s cool white skin.

What was that?

Was it... blood? Or an injury?

Before he could think further, the pain from multiple wounds on his body surged up like a tide and drowned out his thoughts in an instant.

"It’s all right now," Xue Ning said, her voice cool yet gentle. "Mother is here. Rest easy."

The moment she said that, Xue Ning’s body tightened.

A scorching stream of liquid was slowly sliding down the inside of her thigh.

Her expression changed slightly. She immediately split off a thread of spiritual energy to lock down her lower body, forcibly clenching the two muddy, tender folds.

It could not leak out.

Absolutely could not dirty her skirt.

If it were only ordinary fluid, a simple cleansing spell would have wiped it away completely.

But the thick white semen inside her body had not only been shockingly abundant at the time, it was worse because it was mixed with Shen Qingyun’s azure spiritual energy.

Those strands of energy seemed almost alive, entangled in the soft flesh deep in her pussy with a death grip, constantly stimulating her sensitive nerves.

When she learned that the sect had been besieged, she had rushed over in a frenzy to save them.

After a simple physical cleaning, she had no time at all to thoroughly clear away the sticky residue left inside her body.

That left her now only able to endure the waves of soreness and numb, tingling heat rising from her sex, and she had not even noticed the shocked look her son had given her neck just now.

Of course Lin Mubai would never have guessed that that mark was only the tip of the iceberg.

Like a gorgeous spiritual fruit with a glossy exterior, showing only a tiny flaw on the surface while the flesh inside had already been soaked through with fully ripened juice.

Beneath that dignified moon-white long dress, the mature, lush body underneath was covered in the obscene traces left by that storm just now.

Especially those two full, snow-white breasts, where a row of clear bite marks still remained.

The fabric rubbing over the sensitive red buds brought a faint stabbing pain and trembling, forcing Xue Ning to devote even more of her attention to suppressing the strangeness inside her body.

Lin Mubai finally could not hold on any longer. His head tilted to one side, and he passed out in his mother’s arms.

Xue Ning secretly let out a breath of relief and looked up, just in time to meet Shen Qingyun’s deep eyes.

He and Sikong Lin had already reached the edge of the crater.

Shen Qingyun looked down at her from above.

Being watched by him made Xue Ning burn all over, and the thing in her pussy that belonged to him seemed to grow even hotter under his gaze.

After hesitating for a moment, she handed Lin Mubai to him.

"Please... Sir Shen," Xue Ning said, then paused. "Please watch over my son for me."

At this point, in all of Sword Pavilion, aside from the two outsiders before her, she did not even know who else she could trust.

Shen Qingyun said nothing and took Lin Mubai from her.

With practiced ease, he pressed several major acupoints on Lin Mubai’s body, then sent out a thread of spiritual energy from his fingertips to scan through him quickly.

"He’s fine," Shen Qingyun said lightly. "Just exhausted, with a bit of shock to the heart meridian."

As he spoke, he drew a few pills from the storage pouch at his waist.

They were not some unparalleled heavenly treasure, but taken together their medicinal properties complemented each other perfectly, making them ideal for fortifying the foundation and nourishing the source.

He pried open Lin Mubai’s jaw and fed the pills into his mouth.

As the medicine spread, the bloodless pallor on Lin Mubai’s face visibly regained a trace of color, and his shallow breathing gradually steadied.

Seeing this, the tension in Xue Ning’s mind finally eased a little.

She slowly stood up.

The night wind brushed past, causing the moon-white hem of her dress to sway lightly, perfectly concealing the long, jade-like legs that were trembling faintly from being fucked too thoroughly.

She turned around, her cool gaze sweeping over the blighted bluestone square.

Bodies of disciples strewn everywhere, the century-old plaque cut cleanly in two, and... her beloved son nearly slain by a blade.

More than ten years of retreat and hardship had bought them only wolves breaking into their home and slaughtering them to the last.

The last trace of maternal warmth in Xue Ning’s eyes vanished completely, replaced by a forest of killing intent cold enough to solidify.

That killing intent merged with the terrifying pressure of a perfect Core Formation cultivator and crashed down like an invisible mountain, pinning every enemy present hard against the spine.

"My Sword Pavilion withdrew to Qingzhou only because we wished to avoid conflict with the world."

Xue Ning’s voice was not loud, yet every word was as cold as ice, striking clearly into everyone’s ears.

"But you lot bullied me for being crippled, humiliated my sect, and wounded my beloved son."

She slowly raised her right hand.

Buzz--

The temperature around them plummeted, and a long ice-blue sword condensed out of thin air in her palm.

The cold sword qi that had once been scattered and assimilated on the bed by Shen Qingyun now gathered again under the extremity of her killing intent.

Yet if one looked closely, a faint streak of azure could be seen moving within the depths of that ice-blue sword aura, something that did not belong to her.

"Today, I, Xue Ning, will teach you all something."

Xue Ning angled the blade and locked her gaze onto the few sect masters whose faces had turned the color of ashes.

"Since you think the threshold of Sword Pavilion is easy to step over..."

She stepped forward, forcibly suppressing the muddy softness deep in her pussy as the spiritual energy of a perfect Core Formation cultivator burst out with a roar.

"Then today, you can all leave your lives behind."