That night, Lin Wu had a nightmare, dreaming he was once again back in the damp and gloomy ice prison.
As soon as he opened his eyes, two vampires were sprawled atop him, lost in ecstasy as they drank, their lips stained scarlet.
On the left was a little white-haired fairy, her lotus robe and white silk accentuating graceful curves.
Yun Mengyao’s big eyes were pure and innocent as she bit into his neck, alternating between kisses and sucking, gulping endlessly.
The sound of swallowing made his scalp tingle, her greed insatiable.
By comparison, the silver-haired fairy on the right was far more elegant.
Mu Bingxin lifted a crystal-clear leg, her mature and alluring figure exuding pride, but her expression was filled with biting mockery.
Sharp, crystalline nails sliced wounds open at different spots, her cold tongue lapping greedily like a venomous serpent slithering over her prey.
It was as if a top gourmet was savoring every corner of her chosen delicacy.
Hiss—
When he awoke again, Lin Wu was drenched in cold sweat, his whole body numb.
He really was bound at the wrists by a Frozen Chain!?
Turning his head, he saw the Sect Master Fairy sitting high atop the Ice Lotus Throne, legs crossed, supporting her pointed chin.
“Awake?”
Mu Bingxin’s smile was teasing as she gazed at Lin Wu, as if she’d been watching him all night.
Her stunning frosty features were flawless, no trace of tears to be found—last night’s events now seemed like nothing more than a dream.
“Fairy, why have you tied me up?”
“Hmm?”
The fairy raised her brow, instantly getting into character.
Where were we in the play?
Right, the years I spent as a fleshy lingzhi in the ice prison…
Lin Wu sighed and could only rub his face.
“I misjudged you. Turns out you’re no different from the others. Kill me or flay me—do as you please.”
Mu Bingxin nodded in satisfaction, the sweet smile dropping as her true face emerged.
“How could I bear to kill you, dear brother.”
No ponytail, no pristine white lotus robe.
After last night, Mu Bingxin seemed to have fully shed her former weak and helpless self and been reborn.
Though Lin Wu wasn’t sure what had happened during this time, he felt something was off.
The wretched woman was borrowing him to mend her fractured Dao heart, her mental state rising with her changed temperament.
Her immortal air grew stronger by the moment—if this dragged on, it would only get trickier.
“You weren’t wrong. I’m still that pure, unsullied Tianshan Snow Lotus. Whether in the past or the future, Bingxin will always bloom for you alone.”
Mu Bingxin smiled gently, her loving confession hiding a maddened obsession, still whispering coded words through voice transmission.
“Bah! Demoness! Returning evil for good, betraying friends for glory—my eyes must have been blind to risk my life saving you. If I’d known, I should have just let you be devoured by that Snow Demon!”
Lin Wu gritted his teeth in hatred, this time from the bottom of his heart.
Back then, Mu Bingxin’s life had hung by a thread; if not for Cang Wu passing through Xue Ling and risking his life to protect her, none of what came after would have happened.
The days they fought side by side in Kunlun Ruins were real—they’d faced endless dangers, escaped by a hair’s breadth, and forged a deep trust.
But that strong friendship (as he saw it) had now been personally destroyed by her.
“Huff… huff…”
Mu Bingxin’s gaze trembled, hand pressed to her heaving chest, breathing ragged.
“Demoness” seemed to be a trigger word, leaving the fairy oddly thrilled.
“Say whatever you want. I am now the Kunlun Dao Master of the Snow Lotus Sect—no one will ever touch you again. Master, Senior Sister… everyone who hurt you is gone. Now, only you and I remain here.”
“…..”
Lin Wu opened his mouth, chilled to the bone.
“Don’t worry. This time, I’ll take very good care of you. You’ll never get another chance to leap into the Abyss again, heheh… hahahaha!”
Mu Bingxin licked her icy lips, pale skin tinged with crimson. With a flick of her fingers, she drew out a cup of Frozen Wine from her Naring.
She looked at the boy’s angry face and sipped daintily, as if savoring Cang Wu’s blood from the cup.
Crimson wine slid down her throat into her jade-boned, Dao-cultivating body. Beneath her icy skin, faint threads of red flickered—breathtaking yet eerie.
Lin Wu’s expression was odd. Even indulging so much, his guard and resentment remained.
Well then. So you think my blood’s filthy, but now treat it as the perfect silver substitute in your mind?
Well played, fairy.
Thus, the performance came to a close.
“You’re getting better and better. Here’s your reward.”
Mu Bingxin wiped her mouth, her chest still heaving, and looked supremely pleased.
She beckoned with a finger, her delicate frame now draped in the Ice Flower Divine Robe. Stepping down the jade steps in crystal heels, she tossed him another storage pouch.
“Thank you… Sect Master.”
Lin Wu cursed her inwardly, quietly remembering this humiliation.
“Every year around this time, I leave Divine Maiden Peak for a while—a few days at best, up to half a month at most. As for you, just stay here, lest you stir up trouble outside!”
“What?”
Lin Wu’s heart, which had just settled, leaped into his throat again.
Mu Bingxin swept him with a cold glance, her words meaningful: “That girl Mengyao is certainly devoted to you, isn’t she?”
“……”
Second warning.
So she did notice. The fairy’s possessiveness was really something else.
Even if it was just a shadow, she wouldn’t let anyone else touch him. Dong Ling and Yun Mengyao were both examples.
A cold wind swept by, and the tall, enchanting figure vanished like smoke. The grand hall of the cold palace was left desolate and empty, with only a single Ling Candle burning in the cave.
“Will this trip be long or short, I wonder?”
Lin Wu muttered quietly, glancing around—no heavenly voice echoed through the darkness again.
Only when a furry ball squirmed out from his chest and waggled its brows did Lin Wu confirm that Mu Bingxin had gone far.
“Master, where did you go last night?”
“I was right here, saw it all clearly.”
The Fox Spirit giggled, eager to watch the world burn.
Lin Wu stretched his muscles. For a moment, he’d almost believed Mu Bingxin was truly repenting.
From that night, the plot had gone off the rails. The script wasn’t “betrayal” anymore—it was “possession.”
So what she regretted was not having the strength to keep me all to herself back then, letting a bunch of wicked women take turns “tasting” me instead?
Fairy, your name is Greed!
“If I’m not mistaken, she’s gone to worship and enter seclusion with the Divine Lotus Immortal. When she returns, having replenished her blood and qi, she’ll likely attempt to break through to Nascent Soul—and need to eat a lot.”
“Exactly.”
Strike first, or be left with nothing.
Fortunately, Mu Bingxin still thought Lin Wu was only a Foundation Establishment cultivator, so she just casually bound him in the cold palace with a Juling Lock.
As Lin Wu summoned his crimson golden core from his Yufu, his blood energy surged wildly—he no longer suppressed his true cultivation.
Crack!
The Frozen Chain snapped, melting away in a cloud of blood mist.
Lin Wu dusted off his sleeves, glanced back at the portrait hanging deep in the cold palace, and exhaled a turbid breath.
“You’ve had your fun. Now, it’s my turn.”
The hunt begins.