The icy cold palace was silent and serene.
A young man in white lay quietly on the ground, his hands bound to the frosty ice pillars at the front of the hall.
Subduing the two Xiaqiu Elders and forging a new Spirit-Binding Chain was no difficult task.
While Elder Dongling was still in seclusion, Lin Wu calmly lay back down, demonstrating a hunter’s patience.
He endured for days, until finally, footsteps echoed in his ears.
The Sect Master’s Ice Crystal High Heels clicked crisply on the Frozen Stone Slab.
Returning once more to the Sect, Mu Bingxin was exhausted in both body and spirit, her spiritual aura unsteady.
The Ancestor’s demands kept growing; if this continued, she would end up as a Blood Sacrifice just like the Former Sect Master. She had to find a way to break through to Nascent Soul!
Mu Bingxin was just about to return to her Dongfu to recuperate when she suddenly caught sight of the prisoner nearby. Her Soul Sense swept over him—he was barely clinging to life.
“Hm!?”
Mu Bingxin’s jade-like face showed surprise as she flicked her two fingers.
Crack!
The chains of frost shattered instantly.
A surge of pure spiritual energy transmitted across the void, entering Lin Wu’s back.
White mist enveloped him, vapor swirling.
Lin Wu let out a muffled groan and slowly awakened.
There was no trace of blood on the youth’s face, his eyebrows and hair covered in a layer of white frost.
Half of it was an act, but the other half was real exhaustion.
For the past half month, he’d been force-feeding two Yuan Ying Eating Girls as blood slaves, and also had to support Little White Lotus in refining pills. Even eating Great Restoration Pills with every meal wasn’t enough.
The effects were outstanding, but the cost was immense.
Incidentally, the Loli Elder—young in appearance but big in appetite—was like a wooden tub: her capacity was truly monstrous!
“Why aren’t you drinking blood!”
Mu Bingxin demanded angrily, immediately seeing that Lin Wu hadn’t been properly cultivating the Snowy Complexion Sutra.
Ever since she had adopted this Pet, Lin Wu’s life no longer belonged to himself.
Whether he lived or died was no longer his decision.
Lin Wu curled his lips and, contrary to his usual self, stared directly at Mu Bingxin, squeezing out a few words through gritted teeth.
“I’d rather die than touch even a drop of you demonesses’ filthy stuff!”
Mu Bingxin’s expression turned horrified, as if she had seen a ghost.
“You… what did you say!?”
A scene both familiar and unforgettable, laced with searing hatred.
This scene was all too familiar; she didn’t know how many nights it had echoed through her sea of consciousness, questioning her Immortal Path.
More importantly, this time Mu Bingxin hadn’t secretly transmitted a “scripted line,” nor did she have any energy to play games with her shadow.
Yet, this hollow puppet’s mouth uttered the exact same words, the resemblance uncanny.
Mu Bingxin’s heart clenched, as if plunging into a frigid abyss, her consciousness dragged back in an instant to that gloomy, icy prison three years ago.
Lin Wu sneered coldly, “I said you’re filth. Are you demonesses deaf?”
“Insolence!”
Mu Bingxin scolded sharply, clenching her fists so tightly her fingers dug into her palms. Her proud twin peaks trembled violently on her chest—a sight to behold.
But there was more insolence to come.
Lin Wu slowly stood up, limping as he approached that tall, alluring figure, his eyes empty and lifeless.
“Do you know what I’ve been through these days? They were like evil spirits from the underworld, tearing my skin, devouring my blood. Ha! So much for the so-called righteous Kunlun Snow Lotus Sect, so much for your ‘dignified’ fairy sisters!”
A mere Foundation Establishment Cultivator had scared a peak Soul Formation master into losing her composure, retreating again and again.
How did he know?
How could he possibly know?
“I told you to shut up! I… have no patience to joke with you now. Stop this farce at once!”
Sensing the timing was right, Lin Wu stopped, rubbed his face, and returned to his usual lazy manner.
“Oh, Fairy, you’re finally back? These days, I’ve been starving and refusing blood to fully immerse myself in what that person once felt, forcing myself to the brink—only then did the emotions come pouring out.”
Lin Wu bowed respectfully, smiling, “I accidentally got too into it just now. What do you think of this impromptu performance?”
“You!”
Mu Bingxin’s shame and anger knew no bounds; her composure shattered, and even her frozen Immortal Path was left in turmoil.
Impromptu performance?
Still pretending to be crazy and foolish with me!
But… how could this be.
In thousands of years, those who had escaped the Frozen Abyss alive could be counted on one hand.
Even a Great Ascension Cultivator would barely survive, let alone Cang Wu’s dying body back then.
Lin Wu stretched lazily, pointing to the portrait hanging in the Dongfu behind him, “That must be Senior Cang Wu, right? No wonder we look so alike.”
“So what if he is!”
Mu Bingxin angrily flicked her sleeve, stirring up a great cloud of icy mist. She didn’t dare believe her own thoughts, but couldn’t help clinging to a shred of hope.
“Huh? Weren’t we supposed to temper our Immortal Path? Why are you really angry, Fairy?”
Lin Wu lowered his head in feigned fear, but his voice no longer sounded humble.
“No, in private I should call you… Demon! Woman!”
“Enough!”
It wasn’t enough. Not even close. This was just the beginning.
Mu Bingxin’s face alternated between blue and red, her chest rising and falling, both furious and anxious.
“Who gave you the right to act on your own? And who told you those things just now? Speak honestly, or else I’ll…”
“Kill me?”
Lin Wu’s smile was full of ridicule. Seeing Mu Bingxin’s slender fingers gathering cold energy, he showed not a hint of fear.
“To you, it’d be easy—just a twitch of your finger, just like when you killed him.”
Hearing this, Mu Bingxin’s delicate, frozen face grew even paler, the frost and snow in her palm gradually fading away.
Her Soul Pressure was still useless. Any ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator would have obeyed by now.
“I never… wanted him dead.”
This time, her drifting icy eyes did not wander; she looked straight into Lin Wu’s.
Mu Bingxin hadn’t felt her heart pound so violently in ages, desperate to find a definite answer within it.
“Really? I’ve long heard the Frozen Abyss is a forbidden land of Kunlun, separated from our Sect’s icy prison by nothing but a cliff. Tsk, tsk, just how much did they despise you to drive you so far?”
Delivering the final blow, the youth stretched, swaggered, and headed for the exit of the hall.
“Oh, right. If you don’t want my brilliant suicide note spreading throughout the Sect, or even the entire cultivation world, ruining your spotless reputation forever, you’d best start treating me with a little more respect.”
“You…”
Mu Bingxin’s expression changed repeatedly, her icy eyes flickering uncertainly. After much hesitation, she finally lowered her hand.
What was the use of forcing him? She knew better than anyone how unyielding that man’s bones were.
Worldly fame was nothing. Compared to laughable threats, she wanted to hear Lin Wu admit it himself even more.
“Is it really… you?”
Her faint whisper echoed through the cold palace, but there was no response. The Fairy was lost in despair.
Mu Bingxin had fantasized countless times about their reunion, even considering herself a widow. She knew it was impossible, yet every time someone impersonated him, she couldn’t help but take a look.
But now that the dream had come true, she couldn’t bring herself to believe it.
Especially after she had just used him for comfort, showing him her most shameful side.
Remembering all that she had done, the Fairy’s face turned crimson, and she squeezed her slender jade legs together.
……
Having experienced Mu Bingxin’s extreme possessiveness firsthand, Lin Wu was now utterly fearless, boldly challenging her.
Three years ago she’d wanted to keep me by her side like a dog. Now she must be itching all over—though whether she feels more shame or anger, who knows.
Even so, Lin Wu still broke out in a cold sweat.
“Master, are you sure this fat tail can protect me? What if she suddenly snaps and pins me down for a salt rub before draining me dry?”
“Wouldn’t that be perfect? Straight to the stomach—saves the hassle of poisoning you everywhere.”
Lin Wu shook his head.
Being proactive or reactive is crucial—it determines who’s really the meat Ganoderma.
“Ancestor Jinlian’s Dao is profound; her appetite must be huge too. After the past half month, Mu Bingxin is at her weakest. The advantage is mine!”
“Mmhm, strike while she’s sick, take her life.”
The little fox squinted and smirked, brush poised over the painting scroll.
The bright moon is beautiful but always out of reach. Yet if one day it comes hurtling toward you, then it’s no longer the moon—it’s the meteor that crosses mountains and rivers to shatter your Immortal Path.