Chapter 23 - The Courtyard’s End(+18)
October 31, 2019. Lin Hao's anguished cry pierced the Heavenly Sun Sect's outer courtyard as dusk bled into night, the once-proud expanse of white jade tiles now a shattered battlefield—cracked stone littered with fallen gold banners, enforcers' corpses, and smoldering qi arrays. The air thrummed with fractured qi, thick with the acrid stench of burning flesh and the coppery tang of blood—soaked into the ground where disciples once trained under Bai Yun's gaze thirty years ago. Lin Hao staggered forward, silver robes torn and bloodied, late Qi Condensation qi a flickering blue hum as he swung his cracked blade—"For Bai Mei—die!" His voice was raw, breaking under the weight of loss, dark hair matted with sweat and gore, fierce eyes burning with desperation as he led three remnants—Wei Lan's last disciples (Ch. 21–22)—against a knot of Sun Wei's enforcers. "Wei Lan... Bai Mei... I'll avenge you!" he thought, blade slashing—a blue arc clashing a gold-robed enforcer's spear, sparks flying as blood sprayed from a gash on his thigh, his stance faltering but unyielding.
Jin Xiao stood amid the courtyard's wreckage, not observing from shadows but striding through the chaos—golden eyes blazing with cold triumph, Golden Core qi surging through his lean frame, a dark storm rippling outward in waves of shadowed power. His black hair whipped in the wind, tangled with ash, a conqueror reveling in ruin. "Sun Wei's dust, sect's ash—mine to claim," he muttered, voice a low growl slicing through screams and moans, qi threading into a fallen qi array—a fierce pulse warping its golden hum into a dissonant wail, shattering its last threads. The NTR System chimed—"Sect collapse nears end. Qi reserve: Golden Core surging."—its cold tone a stark counterpoint to the visceral heat of the moment, his power a palpable force bending the courtyard to his will.
Bai Ling writhed at his feet, tattered robes a crumpled heap, jade skin glistening with sweat as she clawed at his legs—"Master... fuck me—harder!" Her voice cracked through the din, a lustful lash, 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 moaned—"Fuck... he's mine—more!" she thought, hands slipping between her thighs, fingers plunging into her dripping pussy, slickness pooling on the cracked tiles. Her cries stoked the chaos—enforcers stumbling, blades wavering as her lust pierced their resolve like a blade through flesh.
Bai Mei sprawled beside her, a broken relic—gold robe shredded to rags, heavy tits swaying as she clawed the stone, silver-streaked hair matted with blood and ash. "Fuck... Bai Yun... fuck me..." she moaned, voice a shattered plea, Nascent Soul qi extinguished since the crypt (Ch. 15), her sharp face twisted with shame and lust—"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), crypt collapse (Ch. 15), sanctum ruin (Ch. 22) now Jin Xiao's dominion. Her hands reached for him, trembling, a fallen monument fueling the courtyard's end.
Sun Wei staggered from a shattered archway, his lean frame a bloodied wreck in tattered gold-threaded robes, Nascent Soul qi a faltering golden haze—eyes wild with fury and disbelief as he gripped his spear, its shaft splintered, tip dragging across the stone. "No—no rogue ends me!" he rasped, voice hoarse with desperation, blood dripping from his lips as he thrust his spear—a weak golden arc slashing air, cracking a tile but missing Jin Xiao by a yard. "Sect's mine—I'll rise—damn him!" he thought, his mind a storm of denial—enforcers dead or fled, Liu Kang's death, Chen Wei's corpse, Bai Ling and Bai Mei's falls (Ch. 5, 15)—his power crumbling, yet defiance burned in his fading qi. He roared—"Fight—sect's mine!"—golden qi surging feebly, enforcers' remnants rallying—five gold-robed figures, blades trembling—"For Sun Wei!"—their qi slashes faltering against Lin Hao's blue arc, blood spraying as one fell, throat torn.
Xue Yin darted through the chaos, gaunt frame a blur in tattered black robes—pale skin stretched tight over sharp bones, red eyes blazing with a feral glint, mid-Core Formation qi pulsing with demonic taint, blood and ash trailing his breath. His jet-black hair, streaked crimson, whipped as he struck—claws slashing a Wei Lan remnant's chest, blood gushing, body crumpling—"Chaos reigns—sect's ash!" he rasped, voice a dry hiss slicing through the din, black qi threading into the courtyard's qi arrays—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 remnant fell, arm severed, red mist pooling—his qi flaring, Yanhai's slum fires below raging, a crimson tide surging upward.
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Jin Xiao spun, Golden Core qi flaring—"Sun Wei's done—sect's mine!"—voice ice slashing through moans and screams, a qi dart piercing an enforcer's throat—blood spurting as the man collapsed, blade clattering. 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 Sun Wei's last stand. Sun Wei roared—"No—mine!"—spear slashing, cracking stone, but Jin Xiao's shield flared—dark qi clashing gold, the arc shattering into sparks—"Dust kneels," he taunted, qi surging—dark waves rippling, enforcers crumbling, their blades falling as they fled or died.
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 remnant's chest—blood sprayed, the man crumpling—"No—Chen!"—Lin Hao's voice broke, his blade faltering as Sun Wei's lance grazed his shoulder, blood welling. Sun Wei's qi wavered—"Fall—sect's mine!"—his spear trembling, enforcers thinning, their resolve collapsing 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 ash—chaos reigns," he thought, the NTR System humming—"Qi gained: Sect collapse completes."—Sun Wei's last enforcers fell, Lin Hao's remnants bled out—"No... Bai Mei..."—their blades clattering as Xue Yin's red mist surged, the courtyard's golden light swallowed by ash and screams, Jin Xiao's dominion absolute