Chapter 9: Bai Yun’s Touch(+18)
October 18, 2019. Twilight shimmered over the Heavenly Sun Sect's qi spring, a secluded hollow carved into the sect's northern slope, its steaming pools ringed by smooth black stones and drooping silver willows. Qi-infused mist rose from the turquoise waters, pulsing faintly with golden veins—a sacred retreat where elders honed their meridians, its serene hum masking the sect's decay. Jin Xiao stood atop a willow's gnarled branch, golden eyes glinting through the mist, Core Formation peak qi cloaking his lean frame in a subtle hum. His black hair swayed in the damp breeze, a predator poised above a pool of memory. "Bai Mei's ghosts swim here—her pride's a brittle dam," he thought, smirking icily. "Crack it slow, flood her cunt." The NTR System pulsed—"Target: Bai Mei. Resistance: 85%. Progress: Stage 0 nearing Stage 1."—a cold tool primed to drown her resolve.Bai Mei stood ankle-deep in a pool's edge, gold robe shed to a thin white shift clinging to her statuesque frame, heavy tits straining the damp fabric, Nascent Soul qi a golden flame flickering around her—dimmed further from the forge's tremor (Ch. 8). Her silver-streaked hair hung loose, wet strands framing her sharp, furious face, dark eyes burning as she gripped a qi crystal—Bai Yun's last gift, forged in the sect's qi forge thirty years ago, its hum a faint echo of his touch. "This fucking disgrace—Ling's ruin, Sun Wei's gall!" she growled, voice steel fraying, qi pulsing to steady the crystal, its hum stirring memories of Bai Yun bathing her here—his hands gentle, his qi warm—before the elders bled him dry in that forge ritual, chaining her to watch his molten qi pour out, widowhood forging her iron pride. "They fucked me here... took him—damn them!" she snarled inwardly, breath ragged, pussy tingling faintly from Jin Xiao's prior tease (Ch. 8), a heat she buried beneath grief and rage.Elder Sun Wei lurked near a willow's base, hawkish features sharp in the twilight mist, 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 grief's a crack—Ling's a slut, she's crumbling," he muttered, voice oily with glee, a faint smirk curling his lips. "Jin Xiao's chaos—I'll hammer it, break her." He'd tasked enforcers after the sanctum (Ch. 6), their reports—Liu Kang's death, Chen Wei's corpse—stoking his plot, Bai Ling's fall (Ch. 5) his latest chisel. "Her past's my forge—time to melt her," 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 leapt soundlessly to a lower branch—qi threading into the spring's qi veins, a faint pulse tainting their golden hum with a dark dissonance, not breaking, just warping the rhythm to echo Bai Yun's lost warmth in the steam. "Your husband bathed you here, Elder—feel his ghost," he thought, qi weaving a subtle strand—not forcing her meridians, brushing her damp neck with a warm hum laced with his memory's ache. 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 mist, missing him. "Fuck... he's here—Bai Yun's touch!" she thought, nipples stiffening faintly under the shift, a faint dampness blooming between her thighs, shame and memory tangling as her qi wavered—his gentle hands, his fading screams.Sun Wei stepped closer, voice slicing through the mist. "Bai Yun loved this spring—Ling's filth drowns it, your line's weak," he taunted, qi pulsing to amplify his cut, threading grief into her rage. "Yield—I'll purify us." Bai Mei's qi erupted, "Fuck you, Sun Wei—my blood's iron!"—golden flame slashing air, splintering a willow branch, 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—his hands, his blood, her chains.Jin Xiao grinned, qi threading the silver needle (Ch. 7–8)—not piercing, letting it pulse near her chest, a teasing hum brushing her heavy tits, stirring her senses deeper with Bai Yun's ghosted caress. "Your pride's a chain, Bai Mei—Ling's mine, you'll beg," he whispered, voice a low taunt, qi carrying it through the spring's hum to her ears alone. She staggered, "Fuck... no—die!"—her voice cracking, qi slashing wild, cracking a stone, 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 touch louder, his screams sharper in her mind.Elder Wei Lan emerged from the mist, 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 muttered, voice gravelly, eyes narrowing as she stepped between them, loyal to Bai Mei (Ch. 8). "Protect her—this rogue dies," she thought, qi pulsing faintly, blade rising toward Sun Wei's probe—"Back off, schemer!"Sun Wei's grin widened, "Ghosts drown you—step down," he pressed, qi flaring gold to challenge Wei Lan. Jin Xiao's qi surged—Golden Core hints flickered, Bai Mei's fight and the clash feeding him. He slipped back to the branch, "Third cut deepens—ghosts ripple her," he thought, the NTR System humming—"Resistance: 82%." Bai Mei sank lower, panting, "Fuck... kill him... no, Bai Yun..."—her pride quaking, Wei Lan's blade clashing Sun Wei's probe as the spring's golden mist swallowed her echo.
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