Chapter 9: Semen Slipped Between Her Thighs, and the Demure Pavilion Master Took Command

Xue Ning gripped the ice-blue long sword tightly, and the spiritual energy around her surged once again.

Her afterimage movement technique was driven to the limit. Five phantom figures tore long trails of frost through the air, pressing straight toward the dark-red silhouette suspended above them.

The old man hung motionless in midair, not even lifting his eyelids.

"A petty trick."

He merely flicked one gaunt finger lightly.

"Bang!"

Before the five afterimages had even come within several zhang of him, they seemed to slam into an invisible wall of iron and instantly shattered.

Xue Ning's true body was forced to stop in midair, and her face went abruptly pale.

The gap between the peak of the Golden Core stage and the Nascent Soul stage seemed like nothing more than a windowpane, but in truth it was as vast as a heavenly chasm.

The old man thrust out a hand, and a tremendous suction locked onto Xue Ning.

The spiritual energy in her body, already in turmoil from forcefully using her movement technique, completely went out of control under the pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Her throat turned sweet, and she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood before her whole body fell toward the ground like a broken kite.

"Mother!"

Lin Mubai's eyes nearly split open. He struggled to rush over and catch his mother.

But his injuries were far too severe.

The moment he took a step, his legs went weak, and he nearly pitched face-first into the ground.

The sword pavilion disciple who had been caring for him at his side reacted quickly and caught him with both hands.

Just as Xue Ning was about to smash into the bluestone slabs.

A broad palm steadied the small of her back.

Shen Qingyun had somehow appeared beneath her.

With one arm around Xue Ning's waist and the other clamping her wrist, he took the force out of her fall.

Xue Ning borrowed the strength and landed firmly on her feet.

A flush rose into her face, and it was impossible to tell whether it was because the strike from the Nascent Soul cultivator had injured her blood and qi, or because of something else.

In that brief exchange just now, the spiritual energy inside her had been completely scattered.

The remaining white cum that she had locked deep in her cunt lost the suppression of her spiritual energy.

A few sticky threads of liquid slid from the base of her thighs and stopped just above her knees.

Fortunately, the moon-white hem of her skirt covered up that unsightly sight.

At this life-or-death moment, no one noticed the oddity beneath the dignified pavilion master’s skirt.

High in the air, the old man let out a shrill, grotesque laugh.

"That girl's technique does have a little something to it, but it's a pity she lacks polish. If this old man were a few hundred years younger, perhaps I might even have some tenderness in my heart for her."

Xue Ning panted and tried to shake off Shen Qingyun's hand so she could raise her sword again.

"Let go... the sword pavilion's affairs are none of your business!"

Shen Qingyun did not loosen his grip in the slightest, keeping her firmly behind him as his gaze locked coldly onto the old man in midair.

"I can't manage the sword pavilion's affairs. But if you go up there now, all you're doing is throwing away a life. What else can you do?"

He tilted his head slightly and looked toward the black-clad woman standing there with a sword in her arms. "Elder Sikong, get to work."

Sikong Lin snorted coldly. "You certainly know how to order people around."

"Clang—"

A clear sword cry split the sky.

Sikong Lin stepped into the air and confronted the old man from afar.

The smile on the old man's face froze.

He stared at Sikong Lin, feeling the aura radiating from her, and the corner of his eye twitched violently.

Nascent Soul stage!

How could this rundown sword pavilion have a Nascent Soul cultivator?!

Although they were both at the early Nascent Soul stage, their auras were completely different.

Sikong Lin's aura was sharp, like a peerless murderous sword that had just been drawn.

As for the old man, though his pressure was terrifying, his aura was hollow and floating, carrying the decay and death of something nearing the end of its life.

"May I ask who this fellow daoist is...?" The old man suppressed his previous arrogance, and a hint of caution entered his voice.

Sikong Lin held her sword in one hand, the tip angled toward the ground.

"You talk too much."

Without any extra movement, Sikong Lin struck directly.

Her sword was completely different from Xue Ning's ice-blue long sword.

There was no dazzling sword qi, no elaborate formation patterns.

Only pure, absolute killing intent.

It was a coldness so complete it was as if she were looking at dead matter.

Sword light flashed, and the old man's protective barrier cracked on the spot.

Before he could react, a second streak of sword light arrived and severed the magical treasure he had just unleashed.

The third sword.

The old man's pupils constricted. He frantically formed seals before his chest with both hands, trying to block this fatal strike.

"No—!"

The black sword light vanished in an instant.

The old man's body froze in midair.

A faint line of blood stretched from the center of his forehead all the way down to his abdomen.

Then his entire body turned into a cloud of blood mist, and even the Nascent Soul inside him exploded violently in midair.

A gust of wind blew through, and nothing was left behind.

On the bluestone plaza, silence fell like death.

Lin Mubai stood there with his mouth wide open, staring blankly at Sikong Lin in the air.

Was this the strength of the Taiwei Sect?

Three strikes, and a cultivator of the same realm was dead!

Invincible within the same realm was the dream of countless cultivators.

He watched as Sikong Lin slowly landed, and a fire burned up in his eyes.

He wanted to grow stronger too, strong enough that with a single sword he could decide another person's life or death!

Once the battle ended, Lin Mubai's gaze returned to his mother.

His pupils suddenly tightened.

Shen Qingyun's hand was still holding his mother's wrist.

The two of them were very close, and Shen Qingyun's body almost completely shielded his mother from view.

An inexplicable irritation rose in Lin Mubai's chest.

He hated seeing another man this close to his mother.

Fortunately, as soon as the fighting ended, Xue Ning immediately pulled her hand free from Shen Qingyun's grasp.

She took half a step back, straightened the slightly disordered edges of her clothes, and her expression returned to its usual chill.

Lin Mubai let out a breath of relief.

It must have been that the fight had been too exciting, so no one had paid attention to these little details.

Shen Qingyun looked at his empty palm but said nothing.

Sikong Lin sheathed her sword and walked over to the two of them.

"That old thing was at the end of his lifespan. He had realm without the strength to match it, all show and no substance."

Shen Qingyun turned to look at Xue Ning.

"The sword pavilion has suffered a heavy blow and needs to be rebuilt from the ground up. So many injured people need to be settled, and the protective grand formation needs repairs. Those sects that have lost their backbone are now a heap of loose sand. This is the perfect chance for the sword pavilion to absorb them and expand."

Looking at the wreckage all around her, Xue Ning's eyes flickered with hesitation.

What she needed most right now was a quiet place to clean the sticky remnants from inside her body.

Shen Qingyun saw her hesitation.

"No matter. Elder Sikong and I will remain here for a while longer. We'll clear away the trouble outside for you."

The tightness in Xue Ning's shoulders eased slightly.

"Thank you... Deputy Shen, Elder Sikong."

Shen Qingyun lifted his chin and indicated the area ahead.

"Go on. Now it's your turn."

Xue Ning drew a deep breath.

Suppressing the soreness and weakness between her legs, she rose into the air once more and hovered in midair.

Her cool voice echoed over the plaza.

After a brief round of reassurance and proclamation, the sword pavilion disciples who had been thrown into panic found their backbone again.

The sword pavilion had been saved.

Not only saved, but the pavilion master had broken through to the peak of the Golden Core stage, and there was even a Nascent Soul cultivator keeping watch.

Hope returned to the disciples' eyes.

When the announcement ended, Xue Ning descended back to the ground.

She looked around and had originally intended to hand the follow-up cleanup and resettlement work to a few elders.

But Elder Zhao and Elder Li had betrayed them and been killed, while more than half of the other elders had either died or been injured in the earlier battle.

Now there was simply no one left who could step forward and share the burden.

Xue Ning looked around at the devastation and was about to handle everything herself.

But Shen Qingyun beat her to it and strode straight over to the disciple supporting Lin Mubai.

He walked up to the disciple who was holding Lin Mubai up.

"What's your name?"

"Re... replying to Deputy Shen, this disciple is Chen Yu."

Shen Qingyun nodded and pointed at the wreckage across the plaza.

"Take a few people and move the wounded to the side hall. Lock the disciples from those sects up separately. Can you handle that?"

Chen Yu froze for a moment, then straightened his back.

"Yes!"

"Also," Shen Qingyun's tone grew slightly heavier, "the pavilion master has just broken through and was also injured. She needs an absolutely quiet environment... for recuperation. No one is to disturb her."

Xue Ning's body stiffened slightly, and a trace of unnatural red quickly flashed across her cheek.

Seeing that, Lin Mubai struggled to stand straight.

"Mother, I'll help too..."

"Nonsense!" Xue Ning cut him off sharply. "You're hurt this badly. What are you trying to join in for? Go back and rest immediately. I don't want any lingering hidden injuries!"

Lin Mubai still wanted to argue, but when he saw his mother's stern gaze, he could only obediently keep his mouth shut.

Lin Mubai turned toward Shen Qingyun. "Senior Shen... today's kindness in helping my sword pavilion, I will remember it in my heart. If there is ever anything you need from me in the future, just say the word."

Shen Qingyun patted his shoulder. "Good."

At last, with Chen Yu's support, Lin Mubai left.

It was not until Lin Mubai's figure disappeared around the corner that Xue Ning turned around and gave Shen Qingyun and Sikong Lin a slight nod.

She said nothing else, only straightened her sleeves and walked steadily into the courtyard.