Chapter 12: The Council’s Tremble(+18)
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October 21, 2019. Noon sunlight streamed through the Heavenly Sun Sect's council chamber, a grand hall atop the sect's central spire, its polished goldstone walls adorned with sun-etched banners faded by time. A massive circular table dominated the space, its jade surface inlaid with qi runes pulsing faintly—once a seat of unity, now a battleground for elders' ambitions. The air thrummed with dense qi, sharp with the scent of scorched incense and the faint echo of ancestral resonance from the sect's peak, where Bai Mei once stood as Bai Yun's equal. Jin Xiao slipped into the chamber's shadowed gallery, golden eyes glinting behind a banner's edge, Core Formation peak qi cloaking his lean frame in a subtle hum. His black hair hung still in the stale air, a predator poised above a crucible of power. "Bai Mei's ghosts rule here—her pride's a cracked throne," he thought, smirking icily. "Shatter it slow, flood her cunt." The NTR System pulsed—"Target: Bai Mei. Resistance: 73%. Progress: Stage 0 nearing Stage 1."—a cold tool primed to topple her will.
Bai Mei stood at the table's head, gold robe taut over her statuesque frame, heavy tits rising with each sharp breath, Nascent Soul qi a golden flame coiling around her—dimmed further from the garden's whisper (Ch. 11). Her silver-streaked hair hung loose, strands brushing her sharp, furious face, dark eyes burning as she gripped the table's edge, its runes humming under her touch—memories of Bai Yun beside her here, thirty years ago, before the elders' betrayal bled his qi dry in the forge (Ch. 8), chaining her to watch as his golden flame guttered out, forging her iron pride. "This fucking disgrace—Ling's ruin, Sun Wei's gall!" she growled, voice steel fraying, qi pulsing to steady the runes, their hum stirring his council voice—calm, resolute—before his screams (Ch. 8–11). "They fucked me here... stole him—damn them all!" she snarled inwardly, breath ragged, pussy tingling faintly from Jin Xiao's prior tease (Ch. 11), a heat she buried beneath rage and memory.
Elder Sun Wei sat across the table, hawkish features sharp in the noon light, lean frame taut in gold-threaded robes. His Nascent Soul qi simmered—a golden haze with a cold, ambitious edge—eyes glinting as he leaned forward, hands steepled. "Her past's a chain—Ling's a slut, she's fracturing," he said, voice oily with glee, a faint smirk curling his lips. "Jin Xiao's chaos—I'll wield it, bury her." He'd tightened enforcer hunts after the shrine (Ch. 10), their reports—Liu Kang's death, Chen Wei's corpse—stoking his plot, Bai Ling's fall (Ch. 5) his sharpest weapon. "Her grief's my throne—time to seize it," he thought, qi pulsing subtly, threading a faint golden probe toward her, stoking her fury.
Jin Xiao's gaze locked on Bai Mei, golden eyes narrowing as he slipped closer—qi threading into the council table's runes, a faint pulse tainting their golden hum with a dark dissonance, not breaking, just warping the rhythm to echo Bai Yun's council voice in the chamber's stillness. "Your husband spoke here, Elder—feel his silence," he thought, qi weaving a subtle strand—not forcing her meridians, brushing her damp neck with a warm hum laced with his authority's fade. The NTR System flared, probing deeper—"Flaws: Pride. Grief. Buried heat rising."—a spark igniting her scars. She stiffened, "Fuck... this hum—damn him!"—her voice a low growl, qi flaring gold as she spun, eyes darting through the gallery, missing him. "Fuck... he's here—Bai Yun's voice!" she thought, nipples stiffening faintly under her robe, a faint dampness blooming between her thighs, shame and memory tangling as her qi wavered—his calm fading, his screams rising in her mind.
Sun Wei rose, voice slicing through the hum. "Bai Yun led here—Ling's filth stains it, your line's weak," he taunted, qi pulsing to amplify his cut, threading loss into her rage. "Step down—I'll lead us true." Bai Mei's qi erupted, "Fuck you, Sun Wei—my blood's iron!"—golden flame slashing air, cracking a banner pole, sparks flying as her rage flared. "He dares... Bai Yun's seat—they'll burn!" she thought, fury drowning the heat Jin Xiao stoked, her pussy pulsing faintly, pride holding as memory surged—his council calm, his forge blood.
Jin Xiao grinned, qi threading the silver needle (Ch. 7–11)—not piercing, letting it pulse near her chest, a teasing hum brushing her heavy tits, stirring her senses deeper with Bai Yun's lost council presence—then spiking it lower, grazing her inner thighs, not touching, a hot ripple echoing his authority's fade. "Your pride's a throne, Bai Mei—Ling's mine, you'll beg," he whispered, voice a low taunt, qi carrying it through the runes' hum to her ears alone. She staggered, "Fuck... no—die!"—her voice cracking, qi slashing wild, splintering a chair, but the heat pulsed, pussy throbbing harder, slickness trickling as her knees buckled. "Fuck... Bai Yun... why's it wet—damn him!" she thought, fury, grief, and a buried ache tangling, her Nascent Soul pride trembling as her qi dimmed—his voice silenced, his screams deafening.
Elder Wei Lan burst from a side door, wiry frame taut in silver robes, late Core Formation qi a cool blue hum as she gripped a qi-forged blade—scarred face set, gray hair cropped short. "Sun Wei presses—Bai Mei wavers!" she barked, voice gravelly, eyes narrowing as she advanced, loyal to Bai Mei (Ch. 8–11). "Protect her—this rogue dies!" she thought, qi pulsing faintly, blade slashing Sun Wei's golden probe—a blue arc clashing gold, sparks flying—"Back off, schemer!"
Sun Wei's grin widened, "Grief buries you—step down," he pressed, qi flaring gold to meet Wei Lan's strike. Jin Xiao's qi surged—Golden Core hints flickered, Bai Mei's fight and the clash feeding him. He slipped back to the gallery, "Fifth cut's hers—ghosts weigh deeper," he thought, the NTR System humming—"Resistance: 70%." Bai Mei sank lower, panting, "Fuck... kill him... no, Bai Yun..."—her pride quaking, Wei Lan's blade clashing Sun Wei's qi as the chamber's golden light swallowed her echo.