How could it just be sleeping?
I have eighteen different ways to cook up a pure and seductive little white lotus—never the same dish twice.
Lin Wu endured the intense sensation, but instead of answering, he shot back with a question.
“Your voice is trembling, Fairy. Are you perhaps jealous?”
“Me? Jealous of her? A little village girl who walked out of Dieyun Stronghold? What a joke!”
Mu Bingxin bit her silver teeth tightly, her sweet smile void of any warmth, and her tormenting movements grew noticeably faster.
This left Lin Wu both suffering and delighted, his fighting spirit surging, utterly unable to suppress his weapon.
“Yet it’s just that little fool who possesses something the Fairy will never have. How does that feel?”
“Can’t obtain it? Then what is it under my feet, and what is it you’re holding in your hand?”
Mu Bingxin’s lips curled upward, her force increasing.
Lin Wu found it impossible to break free, so he steeled his heart, his five fingers digging deep into Bingfeng in retaliation.
“Yih!?”
A blush of red stained Mu Bingxin’s snow-white, exquisite face. She lowered her head in shy annoyance, apparently not expecting Lin Wu to dare strike back.
Had it been the righteous gentleman from three years ago, such a thing would never be possible; even touching a demoness in his eyes would have disgusted him.
You truly have changed. For the sake of revenge on me, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do…
Watching Cang Wu with her own eyes fall and become Lin Wu, twisted into her very own shape, Mu Bingxin’s chest heaved—and instead, she became excited.
If longing in vain yields no response, then perhaps a deep-seated hatred in return isn’t so bad?
At least, you will never forget me!
“What have I done to deserve this? The Sect Leader Fairy actually keeps herself a widow for me, and even offers her Immaculate Dao Body to me. Yesterday must have made you furious, didn’t it?”
Lin Wu leaned in to lightly inhale the enticing fragrance, brazenly taking liberties with the Fairy Avatar.
Now it was the Widow Fairy’s turn to fall silent.
Her lie about being Dao companions was exposed to her face by the very person involved—an even deeper shame. The chaste image of the Ice Mountain Sect Master shattered into pieces.
“…You finally admit it, Cang Wu.”
Mu Bingxin let out a faint sigh—this was exactly what she wanted to hear.
“Admit what? Cang Wu is dead. You killed him, I buried him. But I must say, your performance in front of me was quite the show!”
“Th-that was to temper my Dao Heart!”
Mu Bingxin’s delicate body tensed, a layer of blood-red mist blooming over her icy skin and jade bones.
Lin Wu drew a sharp breath, feeling the binding force of frost growing even deeper.
“I… saw through your true nature long ago. That’s right, from the very moment the rebellious disciple brought you back, I knew. I just wanted to see how far you’d go to degrade yourself!”
“Oh, you really got into the role. That night you were crying so hard, your face was covered in tears and snot.”
“O-of course! I merely played a little trick, and didn’t I lure you right into my trap?”
Mu Bingxin’s ten toes curled, too embarrassed to speak, her voice starting to waver.
Thus the two continued tormenting each other—barbed words exchanged, neither willing to back down.
Until Lin Wu’s Qi Sea neared its limit and a wave of heat burst forth.
“Uh!?”
Both froze at the same time—the scene grew awkward for a moment.
Mu Bingxin’s frosty expression melted. She giggled charmingly, unable to hide her glee.
“Just a cup of tea’s time and you’re done? My dear brother, being trampled beneath the feet of the demoness you used to despise most—how does it taste?”
“But…so what! If you’ve got the guts, come see me in person instead of hiding behind your Fairy Avatar!”
Lin Wu forced himself to sound tough, hoping to provoke the Fairy into snapping.
Mu Bingxin was no different. Having her true form seen through didn’t surprise her; she simply endured her strong sense of shame and purity, stripping off the Ice Silkworm Gossamer stained with filth, her crystal-clear, slender legs exposed to the air.
“…..”
Lin Wu’s expression was odd as he watched Mu Bingxin carefully stow away the incriminating evidence into her storage ring.
Damn Fairy, you’re even treating it like a trophy to be treasured!?
Outside, sunlight beamed brightly, the weather atop Goddess Peak turning clear.
Having gotten the answer she wanted, the Fairy’s mood soared. She leaped off the bed, silver hair flying, slipping her delicate bare feet back into crystal high heels.
“Today’s performance was far from satisfactory. Husband, you must take better care of your health. Next time, I expect you to last longer.”
“Get lost, demoness! Who’s your husband!”
Lin Wu seized the chance to quickly change his clothes—it would be too humiliating to be caught in bed by the Fairy.
“Cang Wu is my Dao companion; all the world knows it, so it’s the same for Lin Wu.”
?
Mu Bingxin looked back with a flirtatious smile, teasing, “It’s good to change your name, less likely to be watched all the time. Others may not know, but I certainly know your true identity. Back then, you fled into the Kunlun Ruins to escape, didn’t you?”
“…..!”
Mu Bingxin truly knows a lot. These three years, she hasn’t been idle.
“Don’t be nervous. As long as you obediently stay on Goddess Peak and listen to me, no one will be able to harm a single hair on your head. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee news of your ‘late husband’s’ resurrection won’t leak out. Since you’ve returned, I won’t play the widow any longer.”
The same threat, tossed right back by Mu Bingxin, only now with a proposal mixed in?
If the other bad women found out I was alive, I’d be doomed!
“Go ahead and try. Let’s see which of us is in bigger trouble in the end!”
Lin Wu flashed forward, grabbing Mu Bingxin’s jade hand and dragging her back to the bed, locking his grip tightly around her neck.
Earlier, when his weakness was seized, he dared not act rashly—but now things were different.
Mu Bingxin’s true body was weak, unable to leave the cave.
At close range, her avatar’s abilities were even more limited.
Mu Bingxin grunted, suppressed by immense force, a trace of panic flashing in her eyes—yet she also gleaned more secrets.
“Oh ho, Nascent Soul Stage. You really were hiding your cultivation. If you think that alone can wash away your shame, I’m afraid it’s not quite enough, is it?”
“More than enough to deal with you.”
Lin Wu’s eyes wantonly roamed over the Fairy’s curvaceous, translucent body.
Mu Bingxin never neglected her body. Even as a youthful Fairy Avatar, she took excellent care, with not a single flaw—like a sculpted crystal masterpiece.
“You can be this arrogant, but only for now.”
Surprisingly, Mu Bingxin didn’t resist. Nor did she catch the hidden meaning. She merely gazed up and down at that handsome face she’d dreamed of for so long, unable to resist reaching out to touch it.
“You haven’t changed a bit. I thought after three years, even if you survived, you’d be far more haggard. Was it the Cold Abyss? I’m curious, what exactly did you experience in there?”
“Far beyond your imagination.”
Lin Wu sneered, wishing he could rip off the Fairy’s false mask right now—but he wasn’t about to let her have a taste of victory.
Mu Bingxin saw through his intention as well. Her slender waist twisted as she pressed closer, brazenly fearless.
“Husband, why are you pressing me down? Do you still have strength to spare?”
“A gift returned in kind. You stomped on me and now want to leave? Not so easy!”
Mu Bingxin’s smile deepened. She simply closed her eyes, an openly provocative posture inviting him to do as he pleased.
“You really are impossible. Since we’re Dao companions, such little things are only proper.”
Dream on!
“Mm?”
Mu Bingxin’s heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, she felt the power within her draining rapidly. When she opened her eyes, she saw Lin Wu’s palm shrouded in red mist—she was shocked.
The icy blue blood threads were being peeled away from her body by that strange spiritual energy, gathering into a vial.
To deal with a vampiric Fairy, you have to fight fire with fire.
Reverse essence extraction!
“Lin Wu, how dare you!?”
A Fairy Avatar was also a part of Mu Bingxin—equivalent to an external spiritual sea, fully connected to her senses.
“Why wouldn’t I dare?”
Mu Bingxin cried out, her body turning cold.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Naturally, enforcing the family rules. Aren’t you always putting on a show, claiming to be my Dao companion?”
Lin Wu produced a white jade ruler.
“Heh, only children are afraid of getting their palms smacked.”
“I doubt you’re that much older.”
Smack!
Mu Bingxin inhaled sharply—clearly, she’d misjudged the situation.
“Stop!”
Smack, smack!
“W-wait a second!”
Smack, smack, smack!
“Just you wait… yii!”
…..
Not long after, Lin Wu finished, kicking the silver-haired maiden out the door.
If the true body doesn’t dare come, then the avatar will do as an outlet.
After donating blood, Mu Bingxin’s true body—hidden deep within the cave—grew even weaker, her delicate face flushed red with clenched teeth.
The youthful Fairy Avatar’s legs were just as weak, slumping down in the snow outside, hands covering her swollen rear, unable to get up for quite some time.
“Despicable! Once I recover my strength, I will never let you off so easily!”
With teary eyes, the Fairy fled back to the Cold Palace in embarrassment, devouring her meal at a much faster pace.
The first round of battle was over—each side winning and losing in turn, spoils exchanged.