Morning sunlight draped the Nether Blossom Sect in golden sheets, but peace did not descend upon all corners of its decadent pavilions.
Whispers had already spread like wildfire among the lower servants—murmurs of debauchery and scandal within the manor of the infamous Nie Mingzhu.
By the ti the tale reached the ears of Grand Elder Leng Ruxue, her expression was thunderous.
She stord through the inner courtyards like a streak of fury wrapped in green robes, her spiritual pressure alone parting crowds of disciples.
Her mature figure moved with silent authority—tall and stately, with a generous bust, a narrow waist, and wide, firm hips accentuated by the close fit of her otherwise conservative robes.
Her curves, impossible to hide, strained subtly against the fabric with every determined step.
Her sleek black hair was wound tightly into a refined bun, and her jade-like skin, smooth and unblemished, gave her a dignified allure that few dared to look directly at.
To the servants who scurried through Mingzhu's estate, she was not just the revered Grand Elder—she was the master of their mistress.
None dared block her path.
Their heads remained bowed as they scrambled to the sides like frightened birds.
"Grand Elder is here, miss," one maid whispered, trembling.
But Mingzhu didn't bother coming out.
Inside the manor's grand bedchamber, Mingzhu lay on a plush bed of red silks and orchid perfu, bathed in morning light.
Her creamy skin glowed against the crimson sheets, her body shalessly bare, utterly unashad.
Her legs were spread languidly, toes curling as she thrust a jade-carved dildo in and out of her glistening petals, the shape long, thick, and curved exquisitely to tease her most sensitive depths.
Her free hand lazily fondled her heaving breasts, pale and plush with aroused nipples that glistened from earlier licks and pinches.
She let out a moan, soft and sultry, her mind far from the scandal she'd ignited.
That was, until her door slamd open.
"Mingzhu!"
The voice bood like a whip of thunder.
The Grand Elder Leng Ruxue entered and with her arrival, the silken curtains flapped violently.
Her eyes, always sharp and cold, now burned with fury.
Her gaze locked on Mingzhu—and widened in disbelief.
Even now, even with her master glaring at her in righteous fury, Mingzhu didn't stop.
Her hand shoved the jade toy in again, lips curling into a wicked, indulgent smile.
"Unfilial disciple..." Leng Ruxue's thoughts roared. Even when I stand before her, she continues to debase herself with this vulgar display. How dare she?
She didn't speak right away, almost too stunned to find words.
Then her voice cracked like a whip:
"You—you shaless little slut! What have you done this ti?!"
Mingzhu gave a moan, letting the dildo slide out with a wet noise before tossing it to the side with a chuckle.
Her chest still rose and fell, skin flushed and dewy with sweat.
"Master," she drawled, voice like honey-drenched sin. "You ca all this way just to scold ? I'm touched."
Leng Ruxue's glare was like a blade drawn halfway from its scabbard.
"You—you've seduced iyin's cauldron. Have you completely lost your mind?! Even for you, this is a new low. Can't you keep that depraved appetite of yours in check? Dragging that cauldron into your bed—do you realize what kind of disaster this could spark? You dare risk falling out with Yue Wuxin's faction when you're not even close to rivaling iyin anymore?"
Mingzhu gave a lazy, delighted chuckle, stretching out like a well-fed cat, her breasts jiggling with the movent. "Tsk, tsk, always so serious, Master."
Mingzhu giggled, shaless and pleased with herself. "If this were the iyin of old, I wouldn't have gotten the chance to lay a finger on him—let alone take him to bed. But now? I tasted every inch of him... and she didn't even make a fuss until now."
Leng Ruxue's expression darkened. "So?"
"My servants weren't exactly quiet," Mingzhu said with a smirk.
"By now, half the sect's heard about the debauchery in my manor. I made sure the walls were thin. Even if iyin hadn't heard directly, soone would have whispered it to her."
She gave a low, pleased sigh, brushing hair from her cheek. "But she didn't storm in. No threats. No reprimand. Not even a cold glare in passing."
Leng Ruxue's eyes narrowed, her expression darkening with suspicion.
"You believe this ans she's given him to you? That she's willing to let her cauldron to be reduced to a re plaything for your amusent?"
Mingzhu's lips curled into a sly smile, her gaze unwavering as she whispered, "She can't give what's not hers. Fengyang chose to indulge, and now, she can only watch, like the cuck slut she is."
Mingzhu's voice was smooth, almost lazy, but laced with hidden thorns. "iyin isn't the sa woman she used to be. Back then, she would've chosen power over pleasure without blinking. Cold. Calculated. Ruthless. But now? She's still ambitious, yes—but she's never tasted another man, never had anyone else in her bed. That lack of experience... it's her weakness."
She gave a slow, wicked smile.
"If she had lain with others before Fengyang, she might have had the composure to resist. But now? She's intoxicated. She started in control, but pleasure makes fools of us all. And in her case, it's made her forget who she is. She thinks she's still above it all—but it's too late. The mont her body betrayed her, so did her pride. Pleasure beca her truth."
"She'll try to pretend nothing's changed. She'll look away, ignore what's happening between him and . But it's done. She's no longer the one holding the leash—she's the one being tad."
"Nonsense!" Leng Ruxue barked. "You're projecting your perversions onto others! No woman in this sect, save you, would abandon cultivation for the temptations of flesh."
"Master, you wound ," Mingzhu said with feigned offense, though her smile never faded. "How can you speak such harsh words about your beloved disciple?"
"Shut up, impudent bitch." The Grand Elder sighed deeply. "Stop playing these gas. You're my heir, yet you continue to toy with everything. You can't defeat iyin yet. Not unless—"
"—Unless I break through?" Mingzhu interrupted with a mischievous gleam. "Well, lucky you, master. I just stepped into Core Formation realm last night."
Leng Ruxue stiffened.
"...What did you say?"
Mingzhu smiled sweetly.
"Why don't you check yourself?"
Ruxue's spiritual senses imdiately extended, and what she found made her heart freeze.
She could feel it—solid, clear, powerful. Her disciple had truly advanced.
She couldn't believe it.
A double breakthrough—from the ninth stage of Foundation Establishnt straight into the Core Formation Realm? Impossible. That kind of leap was only achievable through a major epiphany.
No. That girl's always been too audacious for her own good. Cunning. Mischievous. She must have hidden her true cultivation from . And I—like a fool—worried myself sick. Worried over my faltering faction. Over the fading strength of my line.
All while that wretched little bitch was secretly advancing under my nose.
Her expression shifted into disbelief.
"You... you hid this from ?"
Mingzhu pouted.
"Master, that's so unfair. I broke through after our little session. I had no ti to tell you."
But Ruxue wasn't convinced.
Could it really be... her inner voice whispered. Could she have reached enlightennt through pleasure?
The thought shook her. Pleasure as Dao?
She had always tolerated her disciple's obsession as a quirk, never a true path.
How could she, soone who lived and breathed indulgence and sensuality, have reached such an enlightened state through re pleasure? It didn't fit. It didn't make sense.
Leng Ruxue's voice cut sharp and low. "Enough, Mingzhu. Stop your gas. Answer ."
Mingzhu clicked her tongue, sitting up just enough for her flushed body to glisten in the morning light.
"Ttch. I didn't hide my cultivation, Master. And even if I wanted to, do you think I could hide it from you, a Nascent Soul cultivator? Be serious."
Her tone turned half-irritated, half-smug.
"The breakthrough surprised even ."
Leng Ruxue's brows twitched.
It wasn't like she hadn't heard lies from this little fox before—Mingzhu always dodged, deflected, spun half-truths.
But after years of teaching her, Ruxue knew the rhythm.
She always confessed truth in the end despite selling lies at beginning.
And now, that rhythm was here. That defiant yet honest glint in her eyes—this ti, she was telling the truth.
Her heart stirred. Dao of Pleasure...
Ridiculous as it sounded, there was no other explanation. Mingzhu had gained a true epiphany.
Enlightennt through indulgence. Through lust.
A surge of reluctant pride swelled in her chest.
This damn girl actually did it.
Her fury waned, cooled by reluctant awe and the faintest trace of approval.
Grand Elder's mind raced, a storm of conflicting thoughts swirling beneath her composed exterior.
Now iyin's already in the 3rd stage of Core Formation.
With her steady progress, she's growing stronger, but Mingzhu's double breakthrough... it narrows the gap.
The scales tip in my favor, strengthening my faction. Mingzhu's power is rising just when it's most needed.
Maybe pleasure isn't so bad after all? No. It can't be.
It has to be him, Fengyang. That must be the reason behind this.
He's said to be the most potent cauldron among all the n. His potency... Could Mingzhu have drained his yang?
Her thoughts darkened as the implications unfolded in her mind.
If that's the case, then it will turn ssy. The Sect Leader will surely punish Mingzhu harshly. And that would weaken my faction, just when we've gained an advantage.
Her anger, which had montarily faded, surged once more.
Mingzhu likely did drain him, didn't she? To increase her own cultivation... Even though demonic cultivators don't usually fight over cauldrons, his essence is exceptional.
And tied directly to benefits of iyin. If she's hard him, it's not just a personal matter anymore. iyin will suffer, and the Sect Leader will not let this go. The consequences will be severe.
Despite her mind telling her that her disciple might have drained iyin's cauldron, she still hoped that grim possibility wasn't true.
Ruxue's voice trembled as she pressed the next question. "You didn't drain him, did you?"
Mingzhu blinked in surprise. "Eh?"
Ruxue's eyes narrowed, her gaze sharp and accusing.
"The cauldron. Fengyang. Don't lie to . Did you absorb his Yang to break through?"
Mingzhu's expression shifted into one of amused indifference, her lips curling into a smile as she stretched languidly. "Master. Please. What do you take for?"
"I wouldn't ruin such perfection after one taste. His cock is... divine. Like a heavenly artifact molded for pleasure."
She bit her lip, a shudder running through her as she sighed with satisfaction.
"I plan to enjoy him for a long, long ti. Draining him? That's iyin's way, not mine."
Grand Elder Leng Ruxue let out a long breath in relief.
She should have seen this coming.
Her gaze settled on Mingzhu's flushed, smug form.
I knew her creed was pleasure from the very beginning... yet I foolishly applied the logic of normal demonic cultivators to her.
This girl—this maddening, lust-addled disciple of mine—has never once conford to anyone's expectations.
She lives for indulgence, not conquest. And she's not going to change.
But perhaps... her eyes narrowed thoughtfully, perhaps that cauldron truly holds so hidden physique or constitution.
Sothing rare... sothing that harmonized with her Dao. That has to be it.
Otherwise, there's no way pleasure alone could catalyze a breakthrough to Core Formation.
She waved her sleeve with a huff, her tone shifting from angry to mildly exasperated.
"Good, Mingzhu. Keep cultivating hard. You may indulge yourself with that cauldron, Fengyang—but do not drain him. Unless you want to face punishnt from the Sect Leader herself."
Mingzhu gave a lazy smile and a delicate shrug. "Master, I won't do that. You can trust ."
Her eyes sparkled with playful ambition. "I intend to surpass iyin... and make Fengyang my concubine."
Leng Ruxue blinked. "...Eh?"
"Concubine?" Mingzhu tilted her head, blinking innocently. "Mm-hmm."
The Grand Elder stared at her disciple for a long mont.
Then her eyes narrowed. "Seriously?"
Mingzhu nodded, utterly unashad.
Ruxue let out a dry sigh, then gave a begrudging nod.
"Fine. As long as you surpass iyin... do what you want."
She turned, robes sweeping behind her like a silent storm as she began to leave. But her mind was far from calm.
So that's it, she thought
Mingzhu's pursuit of pleasure now hinges on claiming that man. She's more obsessed with him than I've ever seen her be with anyone.
Her pride won't let iyin keep him. That may very well be her new motivation to break past her limits.
Her steps echoed through the corridor of the manor as she walked away, sharp and asured.
If that cauldron can keep my insatiable, pleasure-driven, disobedient disciple focused for once, then perhaps he's more than just so toy. Perhaps he's a blessing in disguise.
Skills, endownt, and apparently enough allure to make my nympho of a disciple this hungry for one man...
He might just be the key to tipping the scales back in my favor.
With that, Leng Ruxue exited Mingzhu's manor, her expression unreadable, her thoughts a quiet storm.
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