Chapter 22: Sect’s Mine (+18)
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October 31, 2019. The Heavenly Sun Sect's inner sanctum shuddered under the weight of its own ruin, a once-pristine hall of goldstone now a shattered husk—its towering walls pocked with cracks, their etched sun runes flickering dimly as if choking on the ash-laden air. Toppled jade chairs lay strewn across the blood-streaked floor, their splintered legs jutting like broken bones, while flickering torchlight cast jagged shadows over the chaos. The metallic tang of spilled blood mingled with the acrid stink of scorched qi, a bitter symphony of collapse reverberating through the chamber. Sun Wei slumped against a shattered table, his lean frame a crumpled silhouette in tattered gold-threaded robes, Nascent Soul qi a fading golden haze swirling around him like a dying ember. Blood dripped from a gash above his brow, matting his hawkish features—sharp cheekbones and piercing eyes now wild with defiance and desperation. His spear trembled in his grip, its tip scraping the stone as he rasped, "Sect's mine—no rogue takes it!" His voice, once oily with triumph, cracked under the strain, a faint smirk twisting his lips despite the crimson staining his chin. "Jin Xiao's chaos—I'll rise from this!" he thought, his mind racing—enforcers scattered, Liu Kang's death, Chen Wei's corpse, Bai Ling and Bai Mei's falls (Ch. 5, 15)—his grip on power slipping through his bloodied fingers like sand. He heaved himself up, qi surging feebly, a golden arc slashing air—a desperate bid to reclaim what he'd lost in the plaza (Ch. 21).Jin Xiao strode through the sanctum's wreckage, his presence a dark storm cutting through the moans and clashing steel. Golden eyes blazed with cold triumph, Golden Core qi—forged on the spire (Ch. 20)—surging through his lean frame, a palpable force rippling outward in waves of shadowed power. His black hair clung damp with sweat to his scarred shoulders, no longer shrouded in subtlety—a conqueror unveiled, stepping over a fallen enforcer's corpse, its gold robe soaked red. "Sun Wei's ash—sect's mine to mold," he muttered, voice a low growl slicing through the cacophony, qi threading into the sanctum's cracked runes—a dark pulse warping their golden hum into a dissonant wail, amplifying the chaos like a maestro conducting a symphony of ruin. The NTR System chimed in his mind—"Sect collapse deepens. Qi reserve: Golden Core stabilized."—its cold, mechanical tone a stark contrast to the visceral heat of the moment. His gaze flicked across the chamber, cataloging the players—Sun Wei's faltering stand, Bai Ling and Bai Mei's lustful collapse, the remnants' desperate fight—a predator savoring his dominion's birth.Bai Ling crawled through the debris at Jin Xiao's feet, her tattered robes slipping off her jade skin, full tits swaying as she clawed at his legs, moaning—"Master... fuck me—harder!" Her voice was a lustful whip, cracking through the sanctum's din, her early Core Formation qi a faint hum—Jin Xiao's pawn since the grove (Ch. 5). Her raven hair tangled around her flushed face, almond eyes glassy with submission, pink lips parted as she panted—"Fuck... he's mine—more!" she thought, hands roaming her body, fingers slipping between her thighs, pussy dripping slickness onto the bloodied stone. She arched her back, a slutty display stoking the chaos—enforcers' eyes darting, faltering, their blades trembling as her moans pierced their resolve.Bai Mei writhed beside her, a broken shadow of the Nascent Soul elder she'd been—gold robe shredded to rags, heavy tits bared as she clawed the floor, silver-streaked hair matted with sweat and ash. "Fuck... Bai Yun... fuck me..." she moaned, voice a cracked, desperate plea, her once-mighty qi extinguished since the crypt (Ch. 15). Her sharp face twisted with shame and lust, dark eyes vacant as she sprawled—"Fuck... he's all—fuck me!" she thought, pussy gushing slickness, pooling beneath her, amplifying the chaos—Bai Yun's forge death (Ch. 8), spring intimacy (Ch. 9), shrine urn (Ch. 10), garden bond (Ch. 11), council authority (Ch. 12), reservoir strength (Ch. 13), observatory watch (Ch. 14), and crypt collapse (Ch. 15) now drowned in Jin Xiao's echo. Her hands reached for him, trembling, a shattered monument fueling the sanctum's ruin.Lin Hao burst from a side passage, his lean frame taut in silver robes, late Qi Condensation qi pulsing blue as he led four ragged remnants—Wei Lan's disciples (Ch. 21)—their blades drawn, eyes fierce with desperation beneath blood-streaked faces. "Sun Wei falls—avenge her!" he roared, voice raw and cracking, qi slashing gold—a blue arc clashing Sun Wei's spear tip, sparks flying as steel met steel—"For Bai Mei!" His dark hair clung to his sweat-soaked brow, his blade trembling as he pressed forward—"Wei Lan... we hold—for her!" he thought, heart pounding, blood dripping from a gash on his arm where an enforcer's qi dart had grazed him. The remnants flanked him—two men, two women, their silver robes torn—"Traitors die!"—their blades slashing at straggling enforcers, steel clanging, blood spraying as they carved a desperate path, a last stand against the sect's collapse.Xue Yin slipped from a shadowed alcove, his gaunt frame weaving through the chaos like a specter—black robes tattered, pale skin stretched tight over sharp bones, red eyes blazing with a feral glint. His mid-Core Formation qi pulsed with demonic taint, blood and ash trailing his breath as he moved—his jet-black hair, streaked crimson, swaying as he struck, claws slashing an enforcer's throat—blood gushing, spraying across the stone. "Chaos burns—sect's ash!" he rasped, voice a dry hiss cutting through the din, black qi threading into the sanctum's runes—a red flicker tainting their hum, a slow demonic seep spreading like wildfire. "Jin Xiao's ruin—Abyss harvests!" he thought, grin widening as he leapt—another enforcer fell, chest torn open, red mist pooling—his qi flaring, Yanhai's slum fires raging below, a crimson tide rising.Jin Xiao turned, Golden Core qi flaring—"Sun Wei's dust—sect's mine!"—voice ice slashing through moans and screams, a qi dart piercing an enforcer's chest—blood spurting as the man crumpled. He flicked the silver needle (Ch. 7–15)—pressing it into Bai Ling's clit—"Scream louder!"—"Fuck... Master—more!"—her moan a lustful howl, then spiking it into Bai Mei's tits—"Beg harder!"—"Fuck me... now—please!"—their cries a chorus shattering the sanctum's last threads. Sun Wei roared—"No—mine!"—spear slashing air, a golden arc cracking stone, but Jin Xiao's shield flared—dark qi clashing gold, the arc shattering into sparks—"Ash kneels," he taunted, qi surging—dark waves rippling, enforcers collapsing, their blades clattering as they fled or fell.Lin Hao's remnants pressed on—"Hold—for her!"—his blue arc slashing Sun Wei's spear, steel sparking, but an enforcer's qi dart struck a disciple's throat—blood sprayed, the woman crumpling—"No—Li Mei!"—Lin Hao's voice broke, his blade faltering as Sun Wei's lance grazed his side, blood welling. Sun Wei's qi wavered—"Fall—sect's mine!"—his spear trembling, enforcers thinning, their resolve crumbling under Bai Ling and Bai Mei's moans—"Fuck me... Master!"—"Fuck me... now!"—a siren call breaking their will. Jin Xiao's Golden Core qi surged—dark tendrils lashing—"Sect's mine—chaos reigns," he thought, the NTR System humming—"Qi gained: Sect collapse nears completion."