Shennü Peak Weather Forecast: Kunlun Ruins cold wave passes through, blizzard rages all night
The snow finally stopped at dawn, and the little cottage at the foot of the mountain was buried under a heavy blanket of white, blending seamlessly with the surrounding landscape.
Inside, the air was still, with clothes scattered across the floor.
A slender lotus-like arm peeked out from under the quilt, snowy skin marked with lingering red traces, silently recounting the fierce battle of the night before.
The girl’s long white lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes, gazing dreamily at the youth’s sharply defined profile.
“So… does this mean we’re Dao partners now?”
“Hu… hu…”
Lin Wu was still sound asleep.
Yun Mengyao reached out to poke his cheek, her smile sweet as honey. In her heart, she had already given herself his answer.
Her self-conquest progress bar had already shot past 100%, overflowing its limit.
Carefully, she wriggled out from Lin Wu’s embrace, tiptoed down from the bed, and shivered in the cold.
Clutching her budding chest, her rosy toes curled together, she hurriedly lifted a smooth long leg and slipped on her thermal ice-silk white stockings.
Yun Mengyao silently recited the Jingti Spell, cleansing herself of last night’s shameful mess, only to look down in embarrassment and discover that her stockings were torn in several big holes.
What a bad egg!
Ever since she met this thief, she had no idea how many she’d ruined.
They’re expensive, you know…
With cheeks puffed red, Yun Mengyao had no choice but to peel them off and change into a fresh pair, then put on her White Lotus Clean Garment.
Before leaving, she tiptoed back to the bedside, planted a stealthy peck, and tucked the covers snugly over someone.
A dragonfly’s kiss—light and fleeting.
Then, the girl climbed out the window, sneaking away back to her cave dwelling like a thief—more for show than actual stealth.
If anyone finds out I spent the night here, it’s all over!
Fox Furball watched all this, shook its head, and sighed, muttering that it just couldn’t keep up.
Running away? Such a coward, with guts for mischief but not enough to admit stealing her master’s man?
No sooner had Yun Mengyao left than Lin Wu cracked open one eyelid, unable to hide his amusement.
“Only that silly girl would actually believe I’d dare sleep in the Snow Lotus Sect.”
But some things, even if you hear them, you can only pretend you didn’t.
I love you most before checkout; making vows is fine, but making it public is not.
On the table was a bowl of medicinal soup and a note beside it.
[Drink while it’s hot. Once you finish, you won’t feel cold. But by the time you wake up, it might already be cold o⤙o]
Lin Wu couldn’t help but laugh, feeling the red cord on his wrist tighten inexplicably.
If I were my old self from three years ago, I would have left with you without a second thought.
Run as far as possible, as far from the cultivation world as I could get.
Unfortunately, Cang Wu is already dead. The one who crawled out from the Abyss of Cold is now Lin Wu…
If I don’t drag those high and mighty fairies down from their pedestal, I will never rest!
After drinking the medicine, Lin Wu lay back down on the bed to digest his tribulation karma.
The Kunlun Snow Lotus Sect truly was a blessed land, brimming with immortal energy.
After devouring the pure yin of two Red Lotus Elders in succession, his Bloodsource Golden Core was now at its peak; with one more push, it could birth a Lotus Infant.
Before long, Lin Wu heard the door open and the faint rustling of clothes.
Someone crawled into the bed and hugged him tightly from behind.
A soft, chilly body pressed close.
“Why did you come back? Didn’t Elder Qinghan have you working like an ox and horse today?”
Lin Wu smiled, thinking the little white lotus must be frozen speechless, and reached out to pull those delicate jade feet into his arms to warm them up again.
But even after circulating his energy through the ice-silk white stockings, those cold little feet felt like millennia-old cold jade, never warming up.
A faint fragrance filled the air, refreshing and pleasant, but not the familiar scent of medicine.
The pressure against his back didn’t feel quite right either.
Little Yao’er is still an unopened bud—how could she have such thunder?!
Who’s this in my bed?
Lin Wu’s heart gave a jolt, and he snapped open his eyes, only to see an incomparably beautiful face, making his hair stand on end.
“Demoness?!”
Mu Bingxin propped her chin on her hand, lying sideways on the pillow.
Her icy skin and jade bones, her smile as radiant as a painting, each feature exquisitely delicate.
“You’re awake, Brother Lin Wu.”
“What… did you just call me?”
Goosebumps broke out all over Lin Wu, and he slowly withdrew his hands from massaging the fairy’s exquisite feet.
But Mu Bingxin refused to let go, curling her long legs and pushing them right into his arms.
“Brother Lin Wu, is something wrong?”
Today, the Sect Leader Fairy was dressed like a maiden, her silver hair tied in a high ponytail.
Her smile bloomed like a flower, fresh and charming.
It wasn’t just her way of addressing him that had changed; it felt like the line between them had also been blown away.
In the past, Mu Bingxin’s obsession with cleanliness was extreme; now, even intimate skin contact brought no discomfort.
Lin Wu was at a loss—he had never seen her this bold, not even three years ago.
“Your face doesn’t look good. Are you feeling unwell?”
Mu Bingxin’s face filled with concern as she leaned closer, her breath like orchids.
Their foreheads touched in an intimate gesture to check his temperature, but Lin Wu only felt a bone-chilling cold.
“Get off me, demoness!”
Lin Wu shoved Mu Bingxin away, but accidentally pressed into the snowy Ice Peak, sinking in, and before he could pull free, she grabbed him, pinning him down.
Seeing the boy’s face turn ashen and uncomfortable, the fairy’s smile grew even brighter.
If you don’t admit it, I’ll just keep going…
“I’m only worried about you, that’s all,”
Mu Bingxin pouted in grievance, her voice low, but her body language was overpowering as she pinned Lin Wu to the foot of the bed, leaving him nowhere to escape.
“The farce is over. I’m not in the mood to keep playing along!”
“Really? Why do I feel like it’s just getting started… ah?”
Noticing a certain obvious change, Mu Bingxin bit her lip, her laughter low and sweet.
“So the discomfort is down below. Little sister truly overlooked it.”
“Mm!”
Lin Wu’s face flushed red, anger grinding his teeth, yet he couldn’t suppress his physical reaction.
The swish of clothing grew particularly grating.
Since just now, Mu Bingxin had been testing Lin Wu’s limits.
He had to admit, once those slender jade feet were out of their ice crystal heels, they were exceptionally dexterous.
“Big brother acts cold, but your body is honest—it’s burning up.”
The fairy’s icy eyes sparkled, her voice a heavenly tease.
“Shut up!”
Lin Wu growled in a low voice.
She was just too close.
Not just her almost flawless face, but the frosty footprints she’d left behind.
Right now, the blood charm he’d built up wasn’t enough to break through her fairy defenses.
But why had she recovered so quickly?
“Don’t let her lead you by the nose. This is just an outer avatar—her real body is still in the cave recovering her qi sea.”
A bewitching, childish voice from the Fox Furball sounded in his sea of consciousness, snapping her beloved disciple back to his senses.
That’s right, this was the fairy’s counterattack.
Lin Wu forced himself to calm down—no matter how his body reacted, his mind had to stay clear.
The more he resisted, the happier Mu Bingxin seemed.
Want to disgust me?
Let’s see who breaks first!
“Why aren’t you saying anything, lost in your thoughts again?”
Mu Bingxin blinked, but saw the anger on Lin Wu’s face fading away.
“I was just thinking—this move of yours is pretty good. I’ll have to teach it to Yao’er so she can use it every day.”
The fairy’s smile froze, her movement stopped.
Yao…er?
“That’s quite a sweet nickname. You… really slept with her?!”
Lin Wu’s wrist was squeezed painfully, caught deep in the snowy mountains with no escape, but he was quietly regaining the initiative.