Chapter 8: Her Grief’s My Hammer (+18)
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October 17, 2019. Midday heat shimmered over the Heavenly Sun Sect's qi forge, a sprawling foundry carved into the sect's eastern cliffside, its blackened stone walls streaked with molten scars from decades of crafting. Massive iron furnaces roared, their golden flames licking the air, qi-infused bellows hissing steam that mingled with the tang of smelted ore and sweat. Arrays pulsed along the floor, channeling qi into racks of half-forged blades and talismans—a relic of the sect's power, where Bai Mei's husband, Bai Yun, once honed his craft thirty years ago. Jin Xiao stood in the forge's shadowed upper walkway, golden eyes glinting behind a rusted beam, Core Formation peak qi cloaking his lean frame in a subtle hum. His black hair swayed in the heat-hazed air, a predator stalking a furnace of memory. "Bai Mei's ghosts burn here—her pride's a brittle edge," he thought, smirking icily. "Forge her fall, stoke the sect's cracks." The NTR System pulsed—"Target: Bai Mei. Resistance: 88%. Progress: Stage 0 advancing."—a cold tool primed to melt her resolve.Bai Mei stood near a central furnace, gold robe pristine despite the heat, heavy tits rising with each sharp breath, Nascent Soul qi a golden flame coiling around her statuesque frame—dimmed, flickering from yesterday's archive tremor (Ch. 7). Her silver-streaked bun gleamed under the firelight, sharp face etched with fury and grief as she gripped a blackened hammer—Bai Yun's relic, its qi hum a faint echo of his forge days. "This fucking disgrace—Ling's ruin, Sun Wei's taunts!" she growled, voice steel cracking, qi pulsing to steady the hammer, its hum stirring memories. "I'll kill that rogue... no one stains me!" she thought, fury stoked by Bai Ling's collapse (Ch. 5) and Sun Wei's jab (Ch. 7)—her husband's sacrifice thirty years ago flooding back. The elders had chained her, forced her to watch as they bled his Nascent Soul qi dry in this forge, his screams ringing as molten gold poured from his meridians, forging her iron pride from ash. "They fucked me here... left me hollow—damn him!" she snarled inwardly, breath ragged, pussy tingling faintly from Jin Xiao's prior tease (Ch. 7), a heat she buried beneath rage.Elder Sun Wei lingered near a forge rack, hawkish features sharp in the fire's glow, lean frame taut in gold-threaded robes. His Nascent Soul qi simmered—a golden haze with a cold, ambitious edge—eyes glinting as he watched Bai Mei, hands clasped behind him. "Her past's a wound—Ling's a slut, she's breaking," he muttered, voice oily with glee, a faint smirk curling his lips. "Jin Xiao's chaos—I'll wield it, snap her." He'd ordered enforcers to hunt after the sanctum (Ch. 6), their whispers of a rogue—Liu Kang's death, Chen Wei's corpse—feeding his plot. "Her grief's my hammer—time to forge my rise," he thought, qi pulsing subtly, threading a faint golden probe toward her, stoking her turmoil.Jin Xiao's gaze locked on Bai Mei, golden eyes narrowing as he slipped closer—qi threading into the forge's bellows array, a faint pulse tainting its golden hum with a dark dissonance, not breaking, just warping the rhythm to echo Bai Yun's screams in the heat. "Your husband burned here, Elder—feel his ash," he thought, qi weaving a subtle strand—not forcing her meridians, brushing her neck with a warm hum laced with grief's sting. The NTR System flared, probing deeper—"Flaws: Pride. Grief. Buried heat intensifying."—a spark stoking her scars. She stiffened, "Fuck... this hum—damn him!"—her voice a low growl, qi flaring gold as she spun, eyes darting to the walkway, missing him. "Fuck... he's here—Bai Yun's echo!" she thought, nipples twitching sharper, a faint dampness blooming between her thighs, shame and memory tangling as her qi wavered—his screams ringing louder in her ears.Sun Wei stepped closer, voice slicing through the forge's roar. "Bai Yun died here—Ling's next, your line's ash," he taunted, qi pulsing to amplify his cut, threading grief into her rage. "Yield—I'll forge strength." Bai Mei's qi erupted, "Fuck you, Sun Wei—my blood's iron!"—golden flame slashing air, cracking a furnace rim, sparks flying as her rage flared. "He dares... Bai Yun's death—they'll burn!" she thought, fury drowning the heat Jin Xiao stoked, her pussy pulsing faintly, pride holding as memory surged—chains, screams, molten gold.Jin Xiao grinned, qi threading the silver needle (Ch. 7)—not piercing, letting it pulse near her chest, a teasing hum brushing her heavy tits, stirring her senses deeper with a faint echo of Bai Yun's lost touch. "Your pride's a chain, Bai Mei—Ling begged, you'll break," he whispered, voice a low taunt, qi carrying it through the forge's hum to her ears alone. She staggered, "Fuck... no—die!"—her voice cracking, qi slashing wild, splintering a rack, blades clattering, 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 screams deafening in her mind.A new figure emerged—Elder Wei Lan, wiry and scarred, silver robes taut over her lean frame, late Core Formation qi a cool blue hum as she stepped from a forge hatch, gray hair cropped short. "Sun Wei schemes—Bai Mei falters," she muttered, voice gravelly, eyes narrowing as she gripped a qi-forged blade—loyal to Bai Mei, wary of Jin Xiao's shadow (Ch. 6 sanctum whispers). "Protect her—damn this rogue," she thought, qi pulsing faintly, ready to strike.Sun Wei's grin widened, "Ghosts break you—step down," he pressed, qi flaring gold to probe her further. Jin Xiao's qi surged—Golden Core hints flickered, Bai Mei's fight and Wei Lan's tension feeding him. He slipped back to the shadows, "Third cut's hers—ghosts bleed deep," he thought, the NTR System humming—"Resistance: 85%." Bai Mei sank lower, panting, "Fuck... kill him... no, Bai Yun..."—her pride quaking, Wei Lan's blade rising as the forge's golden flames swallowed her echo.