He mumbled about itching, the corners of his eyes were red, his waist and abdomen were twitching, his two pale pink nipples were bulging high and twitching non-stop, sobbing nonstop.
Only then did Bai Xiao realize something was wrong and touched his lower abdomen. The translucent mucus dripped from the crotch to the thigh, soaking it wet and slippery. But the female genital stayed tightly closed, only a little tender flesh was exposed. Bai Xiao tentatively dug into the slit, pinched the exposed folds of flesh, and quickly rubbed it a few times. The white jade immediately whimpered and arched his body violently, releasing a wisp of thin juice.
Even so, Bai Xiao’s fingers still couldn’t get in. His body was like a jar of fine wine sealed in mud, only oozing out a few wisps of fragrance in refusal, but absolutely unwilling to let anyone get their hands on it.
Bai Xiao suddenly said, “So there is still a flaw.”
He patted the white jade’s slippery lower abdomen, and said, “Relax, open your legs.”
The vagina was extremely tight. He dipped his index finger in some lewd fluids, swirled it while pressing, moving the thin fleshy lips to make a sticky sound. A strand of crystal clear mucus leaked out from the gap and his finger slowly slipped in. Only half a knuckle was submerged and the hot and humid mucous membrane twisted and entangled from all directions.
Sweat dripped from Bai Xiao’s forehead. He even had the illusion that he had penetrated into the smooth and firm inner cavity of some clam, and was tightly clamped by two clam shells. The hot soft flesh was in pain, and it squirmed wildly, pushing him like waves.
Bai Xiao pressed the white jade’s naked and snow-white buttocks with one hand, restraining his unconscious struggle and trembling, and pushed in forcefully. The blemish was stuck deep in the cervix, causing the delicate uterus to droop slightly.
Bai Xiao’s palm was pressed against his wet pubic flesh, and he reached with his index finger, barely reaching the cervix, but the piece of soft flesh immediately twitched wildly, pinching his fingertips crazily like a small and steaming hot fleshy mouth.
The white jade sat on the palm of his hand, trembling all over from being stabbed, only able to whine with an arched neck.
“It’s so deep… uh… uhn…”
“Relax more.” Bai Xiao said, with his fingertips pressing hard. He touched the small sunken hole embedded in a mass of fat-like red and greasy soft flesh. As he pushed forward, he sank deeper and deeper, making a gurgling sound. Through the thin and tender flesh, Bai Xiao finally touched a hard object. The top was smooth and round, too slippery to hold, and it was squeezed back and forth in the cervix.
The white jade finally collapsed from his actions, kicking and crying out. They pressed against his shoulder, shaking the two snowy buttocks, and the soft meat in the hole madly pushed against him.
Bai Xiao kept his composure and quickly flicked twice with his fingertips. The intensity was extremely light, as if wiping off the blade, but the bright red hole opened suddenly, spat out a wisp of obscene fluid, the revealed black blemish loomed against red flesh.
“Be good,” Bai Xiao laughed, “Press your belly and let it out little by little.”
The white jade was knocked out of their wits by him, and they actually covered their lower abdomen obediently, pressed the position an inch below the navel, and pushed down. The bright red anus opened, spewing out gusts of wine, and their round belly swayed, finally returning to its flatness. The pale pink flesh was already covered with messy fingerprints, like residual flowers that had been picked up and folded in various ways.
The blemish finally loosened a bit, and a head squeezed out from the cervix, Bai Xiao hooked it, and pulled it out regardless of the tender meat that twisted tightly around it.
With a “pop”, the tender pussy suddenly bloomed open, and the folds embedded around the hole parted and shook. There was a bright red hole in the middle, which was still twitching.
A warm and greasy black jade blemish fell into Bai Xiao’s palm. Stimulated by his sword intent, it grew in the air and turned into a long sword.
“Good sword.” Bai Xiao exclaimed.
Even if he was drunk and hazy, he could still see through it at a glance. The jade sword was surrounded by spiritual light, dense like mist, and clear as snow. It was really a rare gem.
“It was born from the same origin as you,” Bai Xiao said with narrowed eyes, “It seems that you are born to be a swordsman, good.”
He held the black jade long sword, pointing his hands over it and was about to coat it with a soft yet rigid scabbard so as not to hurt the owner when he suddenly frowned. He looked at his own wrist, where a snow-white sword tassel was shaking slightly.
For a moment, he was hit by a strong sense of surrealness, and he floated up leisurely, like a cicada that was squeezed out of its body alive.
It was as if all of this was just a dream of his.
But this inexplicable feeling only lasted for a short moment. When he came back to his senses, the white jade was already holding the long sword and started playing with it.
Those slender fingers rested on the edge of the sword and wiped across it, blood droplets like red coral beads splashed out randomly, dripping to his snow-white elbow. The lowered eyelashes were like frost and snow, his expression was focused, and he showed no signs of pain, as if a luthier was gently rubbing oil on the precious strings.
The long sword drank the master’s blood, and immediately jumped out with a sharp sword intent. The bright sword light fell on his eyelashes like a halo of moonlight.
Bai Xiao was startled and was about to grab his wrist, but saw the one in his arms raised his head and opened his eyes.
It was as if something was shining, and it was hard to tell whether it was tears or the reflection of a mirror.
In fact, Yu Ru’e had long been trapped in this white jade, unable to move, his mind chaotic. He was caressed and kneaded by the man wantonly, sculpted into shape, his skin gradually became softer, like a clam that had been pried open, revealing tenderness in the inner core.
As the blemish peeled off, his mind gradually cleared up, but his body was limp and soft like mud, trembling uncontrollably, being scoured by Bai Xiao.
Finally, the moment he opened his eyes, the foggy mirror covering his eyes flickered coldly, revealing Bai Xiao’s face close at hand.
After being refined by Yuan Jixue, the power of this ghost mirror had been enhanced again, and it could even change the sky.
From immortal to demon, in an instant, large scarlet lines burst on Bai Xiao’s cheeks, his eyes were red, his hair fluttered messily, and his whole body’s aura was as thick as blood.
The heart demon obviously didn’t expect that he would be dragged into the illusion, but the soft touch in his arms made him inappropriately dazed for a moment.
Immediately, a clear sword light penetrated his heart like snow water.
Yu Ru’e held the sword, twisted his wrist, and the blade shot out from the back of his heart. Black and red blood gushed out along the cavity, creating a fountain of blood half the height of a person.
The heart demon’s eyes were covered with a hideous mist of blood. Blood appeared between his lips, even his jaw was bloody, as if he had just drunk blood.
The heart demon gritted his teeth and said with a smile, “Good disciple! Bai Xiao is your shifu, so am I not?”
Yu Ru’e said, “No.”
He didn’t say any more and pulled out his sword from the minced meat.
This demon was fused with the Heavenly Dao, and the demonic energy in his body was constantly flowing. Even if Yuan Jixue burned ghost energy as the price to forcefully activate the fog mirror, it could only steal a short moment. If you couldn’t get rid of the roots along with the weed, all previous efforts would be wasted.
The demon laughed and hugged him with bloody arms, and the pierced flesh regrew rapidly.
“I’m different from those demonic things. I don’t have a heart.” The heart demon looked at his hair with some pity. “Even if I’m just a broken sword, you have no chance to raise your sword in front of me.”
He grabbed Yu Ru’e’s wrist and easily took the long sword, and even took a breath. The blood dripping from above immediately became a layer of blood mist, tinting Yu Ru’e’s snow-white cheeks little by little.
He narrowed his eyes, showing a drunken look, and touched Yu Ru’e’s cheek. “White jade with blemishes, why not? But that guy is so superfluous, insisting on teaching you to suffer from asceticism.”
He had been jealous of Bai Xiao for a long time. And now he realized his long-cherished wish, he hugged the white jade, caressing it endlessly, touching from the soft waist to the sweaty nape of his neck, not even letting go of the white hair and wrapped it around his fingertips, tugging.
“He has a sword tassel, I want it too.”
Yu Ru’e raised his head, looked at him for a moment, and suddenly opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. Bewitched by the looming tender red tip of the tongue, the heart demon leaned over.
That breath, as clear as snow water, mixed with the faint aroma of wine, wrapped in a vague sword intent, came towards him.
The heart demon didn’t care, instead leaned over to kiss his lips, casually bit the sword intent between his teeth, held it with his tongue, snatching a dangerous and soft kiss.
Yu Ru’e was kissed so much that he couldn’t breathe. His face was pale, his chest heaved violently, and the heart demon wrapped his arms around his shoulders, clasping them tighter and tighter, almost sucking his soul out.
With a sweet cry, Yu Ru’e suddenly pushed him away, covered his heart, and trembled violently. His back arched in pain, almost curled up into a ball, and a strand of black blood mixed with fragments dropped from the corner of his lips.
The heart demon licked his lips, and suddenly, the sword intent between his teeth melted into a thin silver needle, which slid down his throat with a swallow. It grew along his spine like thousands of vines. It snaked towards every inch of the bones, and then burst open like an explosion of needles, piercing his whole body in an instant.
At first glance, his skin was completely pierced by the silver thorns, turning into a thorn tree made of dense silver, shining brilliantly.
The sword intent contained the power to cleanse evil spirits, mighty, boundless, exploding out. Although it was not enough to kill him, it made his filth nowhere to hide, and he almost roared, “Bai Xiao!!”
The sword intent that Bai Xiao left in Yu Ru’e’s heart finally completely broke through his emotional aperture and rushed into his internal organs.
The demonic energy in his body was like a flood, and the adult man shrank sharply. Yu Ru’e stepped back, held the long sword in his hand again, and jumped up.
The heart demon fell to his knees in severe pain, his body became narrower and narrower, and finally turned into a damaged sword edge, rust peeled off, and a cold light suddenly emerged.
The hilt that Bai Xiao turned into immediately pressed against it firmly, and with a clear light, it began to fuse quickly. Bai Xiao’s phantom floating gently, as white as new snow.
The remnant sword was originally deeply inserted into the Shen’s eye, but the flesh body that stretched thousands of miles resurfaced, with dark red folds surging, and the tentacles jumped out all out of control, covering the sky and the sun like a mad dance.
Yu Ru’e wore dark robes as he stood in mid-air. His face was snow-white, his lips were tightly pursed, and even the blood on his lips had faded. His emotional aperture was already loose, and he was wounded again and again, and was finally pierced in one fell swoop. Thousands of thoughts poured in, and all kinds of feelings couldn’t be described in detail. He felt a sharp pain in his heart but he could only hold back.
The tentacles all over the sky were cut in half by a brilliant sword light. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and bloody water exploded. The scarlet tentacles curled up and fell all over, like a torrential rain, frantically washing the Shen’s body.
Another blade.
The Shen was already curled in pain, squirming endlessly while holding the broken sword. This ray of sword light struck the wound soundlessly and slid into the depths of the flesh cavity. With a twist of Yu Ru’e’s wrist, the edge of the sword straightened like a hot knife cutting wax. It sank into the eyelids and made a sizzling cutting sound. His swordsmanship was extremely good, and the thick red meat was unraveled at the sound. It stretched apart along the sharp edge of the sword as it came down, almost becoming a mountain of meat.
Gently pick it again, and the Shen with only an eye left flew out in response, without any trace of flesh and blood.
The Shen had become crazed, screaming and shaking its eyelids like wings, trying to escape.
Almost at the same time, a howl exploded in Yu Ru’e’s mind, “Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me! I will give you the Source of Heaven!”
It flew in the opposite direction for a few feet before being struck by the sword light gushing out from all directions at the same time, and instantly turned into powder. The huge body immediately collapsed like quicksand and the Shen escaping in mid-air disappeared, revealing a clear and translucent pearl, radiant and bright, like a moon in the sky.
The countless lives of the three realms, from ancient times to the present, flickered in this pearl like mist and rosy clouds. He looked intently and could even clearly see a few familiar faces.
By coincidence, this Shen swallowed the Source of Heaven and turned it into eyes. Although it could not completely digest it, it was contaminated with some power. From then on, it had the ability to penetrate all things and weave illusions.
Yu Ru’e retracted his sword, flicked his wrist, and shook off a string of blood beads.
He was actually a little confused, once his Ruthless Dao heart was broken, the newly opened emotional aperture in his heart was empty, like a wisp of floating catkins. He didn’t know where to return to, and what branches to rely on.
The bright pearl that exuded a soft halo jumped up suddenly, sank into his forehead, and turned into a rouge-colored mark.
Yu Ru’e trembled, covered his forehead, and took a step back. He seemed to have transformed into some kind of mysterious and unknown realm. His body was as clear as glass, and the heart of his sword was transparent, and all things in the three realms dared not hide from him.
The Source of the Heavenly Dao, after thousands of years of silence, had finally chosen its master, and the life and death of all things in the world were all in his one thought.
Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, regardless of immortals and demons, no matter the mortal, they all raised their heads and looked up. In the vast sea of clouds, an immortal in black clothes and white hair stood with his head hanging down, his clothes fluttering, and the whole body was infused with a misty and bright silver light, like the bright moon transformed into a human form. And the face was blurred and unseen, only a little bit of soft bright red lips were visible.
He was holding a long sword, his fingers long and slender with a red thread tied on his little finger, which shone with an ambiguous and moist light, spreading out in four directions. After thousands of years of ruthlessness and no desire, a good fate finally arose on his finger.
The immortal pursed his lips, as if he was thinking about something. The white hair was like a waterfall, falling on the robes, floating gently.
The Heavenly Dao was pulsing gently in front of his forehead, urging him to ascend to the Tenth Heaven, which belonged exclusively to the Lord of the Heavenly Dao.
He stared at the room, shook his head, and said, “I’m going to find someone.”
A very shallow dimple appeared on the corner of his lips, like the halo of a pearl. The smile was misty and soft, and disappeared in an instant.
The eyes were the matchmaker of love, and the heart was the seed of desire. When the eyes were sweeping, when the mind was wandering, when the love was deep, even the master of the Heavenly Dao would inevitably be trapped by love and imprisoned by desire.
T/N: This is the end of the main story. “Story” lol . The rest are extras.