A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World - Chapter 258: Jian Ruyi

Chapter 258: Chapter 258: Jian Ruyi

Inside the training room,

The spirit stone set into the wall emitted a soft, wavering light that barely reached the far corners of this space, leaving much of the chamber wrapped in shadow.

The air was thick with warmth, far too dense to be from simple cultivation or training as a sweet, unmistakable fragrance of a woman lingered throughout the space.

…Rich, intimate and seemingly turning the chamber into a place meant for far more than training.

At the far end of the chamber,

a big wooden chair could be seen, a naked man sitting on it with his legs spread and back straight, as if he were the king of this chamber.

At a single glance, his physique seemed to radiate strength.

Clean lines of muscle traced his frame, each contour defined yet controlled, exuding restrained power rather than wild brutality.

Strength did not merely show in his muscles; it emanated from him, silent and oppressive.

Between his muscular thighs knelt a breathtakingly beautiful woman, equally bare and naked.

Her jade-smooth skin gleamed faintly in the dim light, flawless and luminous as it exude a healthy flush as if she had just done a hard exercise.

Her head rested intimately against his groin, lips parted as her dark silky hair spilling like ink across his muscled legs.

She moved with slow, deliberate reverence, as though worshipping something both sacred and holy.

Slurp…

“Haa~”

Li Feng sighed in contentment as that warm, wet tongue caressed his little brother, enjoying the gentle aftercare following such intense exercise.

He grinned, remembering how he had “helped” Ning Jianli with her training.

Even though he acted more like a treacherous minister deliberately trying to hinder the process…

In the end, she had actually managed to complete the task of reaching a full thousand rep.

And at same time also manage to…squeeze three extra injections of his seed.

Truly an admirable and hardworking sword maid….so much so that he couldn’t help but want to “reward” her properly.

And so he did…by allowing her to worship his little brother.

Looking down at the head buried against his groin, Li Feng smiled, feeling immense satisfaction at having such a devoted sword maid.

He gently patted her bobbing head.

“Mhmm~”

A soft, satisfied hum leaked from Ning Jianli as she continued moving her mouth diligently.

Her cheeks hollowed with each measured pull, eyes half-lidded in focused reverence, as though this act of service was the truest form of cultivation she had ever pursued.

Li Feng’s breath hitched faintly.

The sight of her normally so proud and sharp-edged now wholly surrendered to pleasing him stirred something primal and possessive in his chest.

“Good girl,” he murmured, voice low and approving. “Keep going… just like that. You’ve earned every bit of this reward.”

Her only response was another muffled, eager sound, her pace quickening ever so slightly as if his praise alone fueled her.

Li Feng smiled at her devotion, closed his eyes, and simply enjoyed her worship of his little brother.

But before long, his eyes suddenly opened.

He looked toward the door thoughtfully.

Reaching down, he grabbed a handful of that soft, silky hair, stopping her movements and slowly pulling her upward.

Squelch…

His thick, veiny length emerged wetly from her mouth, inch by glistening inch, like prey being drawn from a snake jaws.

“…Hmm?”

Ning Jianli, mouth still open wide and slick with dripping saliva, looked up at Li Feng with hazy eyes through the messy strands of hair clinging to her face.

Li Feng smiled and spoke.

“It seems our training is over.”

He leaned forward, gave her soft breast one final possessive squeeze and continued,

“…Your senior sister is waking up.”

’Your sword lacks true killing intent… it’s nothing more than foolish hatred pretending to be one.’

’Just a blind hatred masquerading as strength. And that is why….’

’…you will die as the weakling you are.’

Jian Ruyi gasped as her eyes flew open.

Above her was an unfamiliar rocky ceiling.

Her sharp gaze swept across the surroundings, confusion flickering beneath her usual cold composure.

“…What happened? Where am I?”

She tried to touch her head, but…. nothing happened.

Looking down at her arm, she saw only a flat, empty sleeve and realized her arm was gone.

Only then did the memory return.

“I’m not dead?”

Jian Ruyi murmured calmly…so casually that she didn’t seem to care that her arm had been severed.

What concerned her far more was why she was still alive.

The last thing she remembered was… a red flash, and then everything faded.

She knew that demon wasn’t the type to spare lives.

Just judging from the killing intent carried in his sword, it was thick and heavy as though it had already slaughtered countless powerful cultivators.

“…Strange.”

Now that she thought about it again, his sword intent felt unmistakably different.

She had witnessed her father and her master wielding sword intent countless times before.

At its core, it had always been the same.

Sword intent was simply a will…a will so sharp, so honed, that it could manifest as something tangible.

But this one…

Her mind turned the memory over once more.

The red flash, the swing, and that… weird burning sensation.

It was like a molten-hot blade slicing through skin…sharp and brutally painful.

But what made her frown even deeper was the intense ….discomfort whenever his sword intent strike her.

It felt repulsive, as though her body itself was screaming, destabilizing her mind.

She didn’t know exactly how to describe it, but one thing was certain…

She needed to kill him.

Whether for revenge or to cut out that repulsive feeling lodged in her chest….she had to kill him.

As her expression grew colder and colder, a worried voice broke through.

“Senior Sister! You’re awake!”

Jian Ruyi turned her head toward the voice and saw a familiar yet… strangely unfamiliar figure.

It was Ning Jianli, now properly dressed, rushing toward her with a relief smile.

“Hmm?”

Jian Ruyi frowned slightly at this.

Looking at the strangely healthy and flushed glow on her skin and her demeanor.

The way she walk, her posture and even the way she breathing.

Ning Jianli seemed… different.

No, it wasn’t that she looked different.

It was the feeling Ning Jianli gave off was completely changed and also felt…familiar.

If Jian Ruyi had to describe it, right now Ning Jianli felt and looked eerily similar to how her mother had seemed when, as a child….

….she had once accidentally glimpsed her coming out of her father room.

Seeing Jian Ruyi remain motionless on the bed and being silent while her brows furrowed, Ning Jianli’s heart lurched with panic.

She thought that maybe something was still wrong with Jian Ruyi.

In her moment of urgency, she instinctively turned to look for her only support: Li Feng.

Li Feng, who had followed quietly behind Ning Jianli, look at the scene and blinked.

’Strange… I don’t sense any lingering hidden poison or energy in her body.’

Even he though there might be some hidden problem with Jian Ruyi.

Just as he began wondering what was truly amiss, Jian Ruyi’s eyes met his.

Those deep black eyes…sharp, beautiful, and utterly serious locked onto him with immediate, piercing focus.

Li Feng felt the weight of her gaze like the edge of a drawn sword.

In that instant, he couldn’t help but realize this woman was likely and truly even more extreme and uncompromising than most disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect that he have met.

The two simply stared at each other in silence.

Ning Jianli’s panic only grew as she watched Li Feng fall quiet.

As the awkward stillness stretched on and Ning Jianli’s unease mounted, Jian Ruyi finally spoke.

Her voice was soft, yet carried an unmistakable gravity as she addressed Li Feng directly.

“You must be the one who saved me?”

She already knew Ning Jianli lacked the strength to fend off that demon, let alone possess any healing method capable of restoring her.

The only remaining possibility was this unknown man.

She had a faint impression of him from outside the secret realm, just before they entered the gate.

He came from the Azure Moon Sect… and he was strong.

Her honed instincts had warned her of that even then.

Hearing her serious tone, Li Feng blinked once before offering a slight, humble smile.

He glanced toward Ning Jianli.

“It was your junior sister who found you and brought you to me. Without her, you would likely have died.”

He shrank back slightly, as though what he had done wasn’t anything big.

“So you should thank her.”

“…Senior Brother.”

Ning Jianli looked up at him, eyes shining with open admiration.

He didn’t seek glory nor credit.

He simply stepped aside and gave her the glory.

Jian Ruyi watched the two in silence.

Her gaze remained sharp.

But this time… there was something different flickering within it.