Chapter 16: The War Council’s Rift(+18)
October 25, 2019. Dawn broke over the Heavenly Sun Sect's war council chamber, a fortified hall carved into the sect's western cliff face, its ironwood walls studded with qi-infused steel plates gleaming dully under flickering torchlight. A long, scarred table stretched across the room, littered with maps of Yanhai and sect territories, qi runes pulsing faintly along its edges—once a bastion of defense, now a crucible of division. The air thrummed with tense qi, sharp with the tang of molten steel and the faint hum of war arrays dormant since Bai Yun's era thirty years ago. Jin Xiao stood in the chamber's shadowed alcove, golden eyes glinting behind a steel beam, Core Formation peak qi—enhanced by Bai Mei's fall (Ch. 15)—cloaking his lean frame in a pulsing hum. His black hair swayed in the draft, a predator poised amid a fracturing fortress. "Bai Mei's mine—her fall splits them," he thought, smirking icily. "Crack the sect, seed the chaos." The NTR System pulsed—"Targets acquired: Sect fracture initiated. Qi reserve: Enhanced."—a cold tool primed to shatter the sect's core.
Elder Sun Wei stood at the table's head, hawkish features sharp in the torchlight, lean frame taut in gold-threaded robes. His Nascent Soul qi flared—a golden haze with a cold, ambitious edge—eyes glinting as he slammed a fist on the table, cracking a map. "Bai Mei's broken—Ling's filth, her line's ash!" he roared, voice oily with triumph, a fierce smirk curling his lips. "I lead now—Jin Xiao's chaos is mine!" He'd rallied enforcers after the crypt (Ch. 15), their reports—Liu Kang's death, Chen Wei's corpse—fueling his plot, Bai Ling's fall (Ch. 5) and Bai Mei's collapse (Ch. 15) his sharpest blades. "Her ruin's my crown—time to rule," he thought, qi surging sharply, threading a golden wave across the chamber, asserting dominance.
Elder Wei Lan stood opposite, wiry frame rigid 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 strikes—Bai Mei's lost!" she barked, voice gravelly, eyes narrowing as she faced him, loyal to Bai Mei (Ch. 8–15). "Defend her—stop this traitor!" she thought, qi pulsing fiercely, blade slashing Sun Wei's golden wave—a blue arc clashing gold, sparks flying—"You'll fall, schemer!" Her stand faltered—Bai Mei's fall in the crypt (Ch. 15) a wound, her moans ("Fuck me... please!") still ringing, shaking Wei Lan's resolve.
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Bai Mei knelt in the chamber's corner, gold robe torn and sweat-soaked, heavy tits heaving beneath the fabric, Nascent Soul qi a dim flicker—shattered by Jin Xiao's final tease (Ch. 15). Her silver-streaked hair clung to her sharp, broken face, dark eyes glassy with grief and lust, hands clawing the floor. "Fuck... Bai Yun... fuck me..." she moaned, voice a cracked whisper, qi pulsing faintly—her pride, forged by Bai Yun's death thirty years ago (forge Ch. 8, spring Ch. 9, shrine Ch. 10, garden Ch. 11, council Ch. 12, reservoir Ch. 13, observatory Ch. 14), now ash after Jin Xiao's relentless assault (resistance: 5%). "Fuck... he's mine... damn him!" she thought, pussy gushing slickness, shame and surrender tangling as Bai Yun's screams faded, Jin Xiao's voice drowning them.
Xue Yin slipped into the chamber's upper gallery, gaunt frame cloaked in tattered black robes, pale, grayish skin stretched tight over sharp bones. His sunken eyes glowed faintly red, mid-Core Formation qi pulsing with a demonic taint—blood and ash trailing his breath. His jet-black hair, streaked crimson, hung lank over his jagged grin, blackened claws tapping the rail as he watched the chaos unfold—first glimpsed in the slums (Ch. 1–2 implied), now active after Bai Mei's fall (Ch. 15). "Her qi's ripe—chaos blooms," he rasped, voice a dry hiss, black qi threading toward the table's runes—a faint mist tainting them with a red flicker, a slow demonic seep. "Jin Xiao's storm—I'll reap the rot," he thought, red eyes glinting as he savored the sect's fracture. "Dark Abyss rises—her fall feeds us."
Jin Xiao's gaze flicked to Xue Yin, golden eyes narrowing—"Dark Abyss stirs—good, more pawns,"—then back to Bai Mei, qi threading into the war arrays, a fierce pulse warping their golden hum with a dark dissonance, amplifying the chaos below. "Your sect's breaking, Bai Mei—feel it crumble," he purred, voice low and taunting, qi carrying it to her ears alone through the arrays' hum. He flicked the silver needle (Ch. 7–15)—not piercing, pressing it against her chest, a hot hum sinking into her heavy tits, then spiking it to her clit, a relentless pulse breaking her fully. She writhed, "Fuck... Bai Yun... fuck me—now!"—her voice a shattered moan, pussy gushing slickness, hands clawing the floor as her qi guttered out. "Fuck... he's all—fuck me!" she thought, resistance collapsing, the NTR System chiming—"Resistance: 0%. Target fully subdued. Stage 1 complete."
Sun Wei roared, "She's mine—sect bows!"—qi flaring gold, slashing Wei Lan's blue arc, cracking a table edge. Wei Lan staggered, "Bai Mei—no!"—her voice breaking, qi pulsing blue to counter Sun Wei—"Traitor falls!" Jin Xiao's qi surged—Golden Core hints flared brighter, Bai Mei's fall and the clash feeding him. He leapt back to the alcove, "Her cunt's mine—sect splits," he thought, the NTR System humming—"Qi gained: Significant boost. Core Formation peak nearing breakthrough." Bai Mei moaned, "Fuck me... please..."—her pride ash, Sun Wei's qi clashing Wei Lan's as the chamber's golden light swallowed her echo, Xue Yin's grin widening in the dark.