Finally fell for it!
Lin Wu returned to the stone chamber, packed up his bedding, and left. The thought of leaving his cramped little doghouse actually made him a bit reluctant.
After all, every corner here bore traces of pollen spray, masking every adorable snore from Senior Sister Yun.
“If I can enter the Divine Maiden Hall today, I’ll wound the Sect Master’s heart tomorrow. The day of becoming the Veil Fairy is just around the corner.”
“Mhm, this child can be taught. No one understands the habits of a fairy better than me.”
Fox Master was at it again, using those adorable little paws to secretly scribble something with a brush.
It was probably more of those incomprehensible phrases about battle-defeat CGs or the like?
To think Mu Bingxin could actually hold out for more than half a month—Lin Wu hadn’t expected that. He’d thought she’d take the bait within seven days.
Once the big fish leaves the deep water and surfaces from under the ice…
Then Mu Bingxin can personally experience what it’s like to become a prisoner!
“Qinglian Disciple Lin Wu, come with me.”
Early the next morning, the youth was singled out and led away from the training ground by a red-robed elder.
Under the envious gazes of others, the youth took off his blue robe and put on an embroidered white lotus robe, officially shedding his Daoist Child identity.
No matter how fast evil cultivators gain a title, they can’t outrun the speed of a proper sect’s path.
Cultivating immortality is nothing compared to cultivating a fairy—this is the world’s sect with the highest reverence for fairies.
“Junior Brother Lin’s talent is truly terrifying?”
“Could he be the once-in-a-century Innate Cold-Blooded Sacred Body?!”
The disciples of Snow Lotus Sect buzzed with speculation, all their burning gazes falling on their fellow disciple as they pondered which spiritual material suited them best.
Lin Wu was settled at the western foothills of Divine Maiden Peak, given a small pavilion to himself.
This was the treatment of a Jindan Disciple—even Yun Mengyao hadn’t qualified to choose yet.
“Thank you, Elder Dongling.”
The red-robed elder nodded slightly, her smile eerie, her skin cold as frosted jade.
That rather striking poker face was utterly expressionless, her slender figure like a sheet of paper—she seemed ready to be swept away by the wind at any moment.
Dongling was simply following orders; she hadn’t expected a man in the sect to catch the Sect Master’s eye either.
“A personal Daoist Child should serve a direct White Lotus disciple. You could’ve chosen any Qinglian to serve you from the lower peak’s grounds. But since your cultivation is still shallow, the Sect Master Fairy specifically ordered you to cultivate in seclusion here. No outsiders are allowed in without permission.”
“I understand.”
Lin Wu thought it a pity, rubbing the white lotus token carved with his name in his hand.
Just as Master had expected, Mu Bingxin viewed him as her forbidden possession—she wouldn’t allow anyone else to touch.
“The Sect Master Fairy has other plans for you, Lin Wu. Be mindful, and do not betray her efforts to nurture you.”
Dongling forced a hint of a smile, her words meaningful and full of barely hidden envy.
“Thank you for your guidance, Elder. Lin will repay your kindness and will never forget your care.”
“Mm.”
Seeing that the youth was so sensible, the Red Lotus Elder nodded and left.
When Snow Lotus Sect sets its sights on someone, they always give a taste of sweetness first—only then can they raise a disciple as a sustainable spiritual vein.
When Yun Mengyao was promoted to White Lotus, she was rewarded with the Pure Cold Elder’s Blood, which boosted her cultivation greatly.
The Red Lotus Elder was the same—she relied on the Sect Master Fairy’s fortune to cultivate, far more efficient than refining subordinates.
With the Sect Master’s favor, one could soar to the heavens—a future with unlimited potential.
Dongling was thoughtful, already paving the way for the future.
She might have to stand side by side with this person among the Ten Halls Red Lotus in the future, sharing fortune and adversity together.
That very night, two personal White Lotus disciples visited the pavilion, wordlessly binding Lin Wu with silk ribbons and thoroughly cleansing him from head to toe with pure ice energy.
The two White Lotuses had their eyes covered as they worked, remaining silent throughout.
No matter how Lin Wu probed, they never uttered a word—it seemed any form of contact was strictly forbidden.
“Still the same as always—extremely particular about cleanliness, and fiercely possessive.”
After the two left, Lin Wu sat on the bed, fingering his clean private clothes, his expression complicated.
So thoughtful—they even prepared his costume?
He felt a bit ashamed, realizing this was the same outfit he’d worn back in the Ice Prison as a Meat Ganoderma.
Thinking about it now still sent chills down his spine, as if the fairies had nearly sucked his brains dry.
And the culprit was none other than Mu Bingxin!
Lin Wu gave a quiet, derisive laugh. The more he had trusted her back then, the more infuriated he was now.
“You really do remember everything, huh? Should I praise your acting for being so convincing that even you believed it, or did you really, from the bottom of your heart, want me to push back against you?”
You even fabricated a Dao companion—shameless.
When did I ever pledge my life to you?!
Late at night, Lin Wu meditated and adjusted his breathing, waiting for the fairy’s next summons.
Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a wave of faint orchid fragrance wafted in.
“Brother Cangwu, how’s your injury?”
The one who slipped into the room was a tall woman with silver hair and icy blue eyes, her beauty dazzling, her smile as radiant as a flower, her ethereal voice infinitely gentle.
Mu Bingxin wore a white lotus-embroidered dress, her long hair tied in a high ponytail—a far cry from her earlier aloof persona.
The dignified Sect Master Fairy of Kunlun Snow Lotus Sect, now dressed as a young maiden, entered a man’s room at night without a hint of shame.
Lin Wu was dumbfounded, sweat pouring down his back.
For a moment, he thought he’d been reborn three years ago.
Just then, a cold voice echoed in his mind—the tone normal for once.
“You say: ‘I’m fine. Why are you here?’”
Lin Wu blinked. The silver-haired woman in front of him still tilted her head, her smile beaming.
“Oh, I—I’m fine. Why are you here?”
“Oh, come on! Don’t stutter! Just say what I tell you to say!”
Mu Bingxin ordered coldly, “And use a colder, more dismissive tone, as if you’re a proper gentleman finding it highly inappropriate to be alone with a woman at night. Remember—you’re a man of principle!”
But nice guys never prosper. I haven’t acted like a proper gentleman in a long time, Fairy…
Lin Wu fell silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and said in surprise, “I’m fine. Why are you here?”
Sure enough, Mu Bingxin’s eyes brightened slightly. Biting her crystalline lips, her icy eyes grew misty as she transmitted, lovestruck, “Yes, that’s right—exactly that tone.”
“I was worried about you, so I specially brought you some Tianshan Wound Medicine.”
The silver-haired maiden bashfully lowered her head, placing a bottle of spiritual medicine on the table.
Goodness, she’s slipped right into the role of disciple!
Lin Wu slowly realized that Mu Bingxin was really jealous—she wanted to reenact everything from the time they escaped and returned to the sect?
“Thank you. If there’s nothing important, please leave. I don’t want your fellow disciples to see and spread any unfavorable rumors that could affect your reputation.”
Lin Wu waved her away, his expression sincere and serious, acting as naturally as breathing.
“Oh.”
Mu Bingxin lowered her head in disappointment, her lovely face dim, clearly hoping for some gossip to spread.
The silver-haired maiden withdrew, but soon returned.
After this performance, the Sect Master Fairy composed herself, her expression once more cold and unfeeling.
“You’ve got good comprehension.”
Mu Bingxin casually untied her silk ribbon, letting her silver hair fall over her shoulders, her brow smoothing as she visibly relaxed.
Lin Wu, seeing no more mental instructions, finally bowed respectfully.
“Thank you for your praise, Sect Master Fairy. So…is this the ‘cultivation’ you spoke of?”
A faint blush appeared on Mu Bingxin’s frosty face. She coughed, turning her back.
“That’s right. I’m refining my Dao heart using you. If a third person hears of this, do you know what would happen?”
Who are you kidding? I bet it’s just a relapse of your old problem.
After the threat, she handed him a reward—Mu Bingxin casually tossed a storage pouch before striding out.
“Cultivate properly, don’t let me down. From now on, in front of me, you’ll call me Cangwu.”
Lin Wu scratched his head.
As expected, fairies are even more perverse than he’d imagined.