Chương 189: Chapter78: The Seventh Mu Jade Sword

Deep within a dense, ancient forest, a streak of cyan rainbow light split the air. It pierced through the heavy canopy with a shrill whistle, hurtling forward like a bolt of thunderous lightning. Enclosed within the glowing azure beam, Reyn's expression remained calm and detached. Yet behind that serene facade, his dark, boundless eyes glittered with bright luminescence. The battle intent surging in his chest burned with an increasingly feverish intensity, stirring his blood like a stoked fire.

Suddenly, his brow twitched. A subtle, peculiar look flickered across his features as his sharp senses picked up something unexpected ahead. Pausing for a fraction of a breath, he decided against bursting forward blindly. With a fluid command of his spiritual energy, he abruptly snuffed out his escape light and dropped silently to the forest floor. His boot soles barely made a sound as they met the damp earth.

With a swift tap of his fingers against his storage bag, he drew forth the jet-black robe and the mysterious green stone. A pulse of mana ignited both artifacts simultaneously. In an instant, his entire cultivation aura withered away into nothingness—not a single speck of spiritual pressure remained. His physical frame blended seamlessly into the surrounding shadows, vanishing completely from sight. Reyn gave a slight nod of satisfaction.

The combined concealment effect of the dark mantle and the aura-hiding Green Stone was truly extraordinary. Unless an elder possessing a formidable Divine Sense scanned the area with utmost scrutiny, no ordinary cultivator could ever hope to detect him. Reaching into his pouch once more, he pulled out a Wind-Walking Talisman and slapped it against his thigh. A faint draft of swirling air wrapped around his legs.

After discerning his bearings through the tangled foliage, he darted forward like a phantom, gliding across the terrain without unleashing a drop of internal mana. Even without drawing upon his spiritual foundation, the talisman's swift wind essence propelled him across the rugged landscape. Within moments, he had crossed more than ten miles of dense wilderness. He came to a halt before a rugged cliff face where thick, withered vines hung down, cloaking a hidden cave entrance.

Reyn narrowed his eyes slightly, scrutinizing the tangled greenery. After a momentary hesitation, he stepped forward, gliding toward the darkened threshold. A rudimentary Sound-isolating Restriction had been cast over the mouth of the cavern. Reyn paused, his eyes gleaming with quiet contemplation. Rather than shattering the barrier and alerting whoever was inside, his fingers twitched gently. A hair-thin thread of refined mana trickled from his fingertips, weaving directly into the unstable nodes of the barrier.

Back when he had slain the black-robed cultivator outside the hill market, he had acquired the manual titled Path of Arrays and Talismans. It contained detailed notes on dismantling simple sound-isolating formations. Putting those principles into practice now, he eased the restriction open just enough to step through, slipping inside with effortless grace without disturbing a single line of the spell's structural integrity.

As he crossed the threshold, soft, muffled gasps and rhythmic moans echoed through the damp stone corridor. Reyn's expression turned extraordinarily peculiar. He moved silently down the passage for several dozen feet until the cavern opened up into a cavernous hall. At the center of this rock chamber sat a square stone bed over two zhang wide, roughly carved from the mountain's bedrock. It was draped in the thick, jet-black fur of a demon beast.

Atop the pelts, two pale, glistening bodies were wildly intertwined in frantic motion.

"Heh heh... Junior Sister, you've finally fallen into my hands!" a male voice sneered, thick with sinister gratification.

"That damned Qinglin... so what if he's the praised genius of the sect? No matter how brilliant he is, I'm the one who took your flower first! Your body belongs to me now!" The speaker was a young man in his early twenties. Though reasonably handsome, his thin lips and dark, narrow brows betrayed a cruel, treacherous nature. His face was twisted in smug triumph as he hoisted the woman's long, slender legs over his shoulders, driving his hips violently against her with sharp, rhythmic impacts.

Beneath him lay a beautiful woman with delicate, snow-white skin. Her expression was completely vacant, her dark eyes devoid of any luster or soul. Her body remained stiff and numb, rocking mechanically back and forth under the male cultivator's relentless assault. A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.

"You little slut! You used to look down on me like I was dirt!" the man hissed, his eyes gleaming with malicious spite.

"Look at you now—pinned beneath me, forced to take whatever I give you! You'd better give me some reaction, or I'll pull out an Imagery Stone right now and record every second of this! I'll spread it across the entire cultivation realm of the Zhao Kingdom! Let every cultivator see how the number one beauty of the Cangqiong Sect whimpers beneath a man!" He thrust harder, growling into her ear, "Clamp down! Serve me well, and today stays between the two of us. I won't bother you again.

But if you refuse to cooperate..." Hearing his vile threat, a flicker of genuine terror finally broke through the woman's numb gaze. Silent tears trickled from the corners of her eyes, trailing down her porcelain cheeks. Gritting her teeth against the humiliation, she slowly tightened her long, shapely legs around his waist and forced her hips to move in a desperate, compliant rhythm.

"Hss... perfect! So tight!" the man gasped in perverse ecstasy.

"Yes! Harder! Move faster!"

"Haha! Fortune truly favors me!" he laughed triumphantly, his thrusts growing even wilder.

"I managed to secure a Mu Jade Sword by chance! Once we leave the Trial Realm, the sect elders will shower me with resources and praise! Becoming the next Sect Master of the Cangqiong Sect is well within my grasp! And with just a bit of effort, I've claimed your pristine body as well. Power and beauty, all in one go! Heh, this Trial Realm is truly my blessed haven!" Right at the peak of his excitement, an icy cold snort echoed from directly behind him, chilling him to his very marrow.

"The Trial Realm is indeed a blessed haven," a voice spoke, completely devoid of temperature.

"In that case, Fellow Daoist may rest in eternal peace right here." The male cultivator's heart leaped into his throat. Terror seized his soul as he violently pulled out, igniting his escape light in a frantic attempt to leap away. Swish! A brilliant, cold streak of light flashed across the gloom. Before his escape beam could even clear the bed, his head detached from his neck and soared into the air, trailing an eruption of crimson blood that sprayed wildly across the cavern wall!

Clad in a black robe, Reyn's figure slowly materialized from the empty air. His gaze swept over the woman whose face was pale with shock before he flicked his wrist, summoning the deceased man's storage bag into his palm with a wave of spiritual mana. Turning on his heel, he prepared to leave without a second thought.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait!" Right at that moment, the woman's anxious, trembling voice sounded from behind him.

"I wonder... I wonder if Fellow Daoist could spare me a single Trial Stone? That wicked man used trickery to steal my storage bag... which is why I was reduced to such a wretched state... I beg Fellow Daoist to show mercy and grant me a helping hand." As she spoke, the woman stepped off the bluestone slab with her unclad body fully exposed, her delicate face flushed with a crimson hue. She walked up to Reyn and bowed deeply before him.

Yet perhaps because her body was weak after enduring such a harrowing ordeal, her balance faltered as she bowed. Her entire soft, alluring figure stumbled forward, falling straight into Reyn's arms. Right at that instant, however, a deeply hidden flash of vicious malice flickered in her shy, tearful eyes. Her full, rosy lips parted slightly, and a needle-thin glint of light erupted from her mouth, stabbing directly into Reyn's chest.

At the same time, her falling body twisted sharply, springing backward with startling agility to instantly put distance between them. Reyn's face paled slightly. Looking down at the needle-like object protruding from his chest, a self-deprecating smirk glinted in his eyes. He lifted his gaze to the naked woman and asked softly, "Is this how Fellow Daoist repays me for saving your life?" Her timid facade vanished instantly, replaced by a face as cold as frost.

She glared at Reyn and spoke in a chilly voice: "Only the three of us knew what happened here today. Now that the scoundrel is dead, as long as you perish here as well, no one will ever spread word of my disgrace to the outside world!"

"Besides, that man's storage bag contains a Mu Jade Sword. If I bring it out of the Trial Realm myself, it will yield immense rewards! I was forced to take this measure out of necessity. Please forgive me, Fellow Daoist, and rest in peace today!" Hearing her words, Reyn's expression turned frigid. He slowly shook his head and said faintly, "Your logic is indeed flawless. It seems I was still not ruthless enough—I have certainly learned a valuable lesson today."

"Therefore, you may depart now!" The moment the words left his lips, the mana within Reyn surged violently. A terrifying pressure erupted from his body, instantly forcing the deadly needle embedded in his chest out of his flesh. Reversing direction at a speed far faster than when it was fired, the needle turned into a ray of light that pierced straight between her breasts, shattering her heart in a split second!

The lethal venom infused in the needle instantly surged through her bloodstream, spreading outward from her heart to every corner of her body. Shock and disbelief filled her eyes as her snowy skin turned a dark, sickly shade of green. Her body collapsed limply onto the ground, dead before her breath could catch. Reyn shook his head slightly, a solemn look settling over his face. If not for the Golden seal's innate ability to suppress and neutralize all forms of poison, the consequences today would have been dire!

'I was still far too careless. The path of cultivation is fraught with danger at every turn. A single moment of dropped vigilance can lead to an unexpected death. I must be even more cautious and vigilant in the future!' With these thoughts settling in his mind, Reyn swept his Divine Sense across the cavern, ensuring that no clues or belongings were left behind. With a flick of his fingers, he launched two fiery cinders that instantly reduced both corpses to grey ashes.

Without looking back, he strode out of the cave, his escape light flaring into a streak of cyan light as he vanished into the distance.