In the second round of confrontation, Lin Wu faced the Fairy’s true form, and the pressure increased significantly.
Compared to the clear and moving young girl avatar, the Mu Bingxin from three years later was mature, cold, and elegant, with obvious expansion in all her stats.
The silver-haired Fairy sat upon the primary ice lotus, looking down from her high position and mocking him in a low voice.
“You certainly made quite a splash in the Cold Rain Blessed Land. I actually thought you wanted to become the Snow Lotus Sect Chief to serve me with all your heart!”
What if he was a Nascent Soul? He was still an ant, just a slightly larger one.
“I can’t help it. Even if what Mengyao wants are the stars in the sky, I will surely pluck them for her.”
Lin Wu blinked and spoke without hesitation.
With that little white lotus’s level of ambition, she could be happy all day just by hitting a critical strike while crafting a Great Honey Pill. She hadn’t even thought about this in her dreams!
💢
The indoor temperature dropped to the freezing point. Mu Bingxin’s eyelids twitched slightly, yet she still didn’t open her eyes.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at you now, colluding and enjoying yourself with the demonic cult enchantress you once spoke of. It’s time for you to go back and relive your old dreams!”
In a battle of words, Lin Wu looked indifferent. His face had already been trained by his Master to be as thick as a city wall.
“Perhaps this is the magic of love. I guess I’ll just have to have my tryst with my Yao’er in the ice prison then. That shouldn’t violate the sect rules, right?”
“……?”
Mu Bingxin’s lips pursed slightly, and the two snowy peaks on her chest rose high.
Beside her frustration, she was also somewhat confused.
In less than half a month, I will be able to fully recover my vitality. Why isn’t he worried at all? Why does he still have the mind to cause trouble? Could he really have fallen in love… Impossible! His pestering of Mengyao is just to disturb my Dao Heart. Childish tricks.
Mu Bingxin gave a disdainful smile.
On the other hand, Lin Wu’s Nascent Soul had just formed. Having claimed another Cold Rain Fairy’s red pill, he successfully broke through to the Immortal Trapping Realm.
Peering inside with his divine sense, the blood-source golden core had cracked after a hundred refinements, birthing a pink, chubby, and cute Lotus Infant floating in his Jade Mansion.
Just as Lin Wu expected, the Fairy’s attention was completely drawn by the farce, and she was entirely unaware of the abnormality in her daily offerings.
He could clearly feel that more and more Blood Charm was accumulating within that arrogant, delicate body, though he could not yet fully control it.
“Nothing left to say? Then this Holy Son will take his leave to celebrate Little Yao’er winning the trial!”
Lin Wu turned to leave, but his feet were frozen in place.
Good news: the more the Fairy activated her sea of qi, the easier it was for the Blood Charm to penetrate her Jade Mansion.
“Did I let you leave?”
Mu Bingxin slowly stood up and walked down the jade steps from the top seat one by one.
The pleasant sound of high heels tapping on the ice surface slowly drew closer until she reached the young man.
Their eyes met. Mu Bingxin finally opened her eyes, her dust-free, beautiful face right in front of him.
Deep within her beautiful icy pupils, there seemed to be snowflakes hidden. Her gaze was cold.
“What? Are you addicted to slapping my palm?”
Lin Wu’s gaze drifted, passing over the Fairy’s slender waist that could be held in one hand, towards the sacred, petal-like lotus platform.
“Get out!”
Was it his palm you slapped!?
Mu Bingxin’s lustrous earlobes turned a faint shade of red. Irritated by the boy’s provocative gaze, a certain part of her body throbbed with pain.
Through the surface of her crystalline high heels, one could see those exquisite jade feet wrapped in frost-patterned ice silk curling slightly, her delicate ankles turning inward in shame.
The iceberg had already cracked; now he just needed to pour fuel into it~
“It is troublesome for my Husband to look after that silly disciple for me. Since you are working so hard to please me, how can I, as your wife, not give you a reward?”
Mu Bingxin puffed out her chest, her words filled with hidden meaning.
“Stop flattering yourself. Just keep comforting yourself, you enchantress.”
Lin Wu smiled and suddenly remembered something, subconsciously covering his white robe.
Reward? It’s probably a punishment. Don’t even think about stepping on me again!
This wary little movement made Mu Bingxin chuckle triumphantly. She lifted her chin and took a step forward.
She was naturally tall, with slender and straight long legs. Wearing high heels, she was almost level with the boy.
Then, Lin Wu felt the pressure coming from the Ice Lotus Realm.
Unlike the Fairy’s immature avatar, her true form’s aura was even more surging. The collapsing soft snow buried his chest with overwhelming force.
Heavy fruit on slender branches; it is lonely at the top.
Her icy skin and jade bones radiated a biting cold. Lin Wu felt a bit breathless. The blood flames covering his body were ruthlessly extinguished as soon as they ignited. An intoxicating faint fragrance continuously wafted into his nose.
As expected, I’m still no match for her right now.
“Um, we’re touching.”
“I did it on purpose. If you don’t like it, you can back away.”
Mu Bingxin’s voice was cold. She continued to apply pressure but had no intention of releasing the ice seal.
“At most you’ve recovered to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. What are you being so arrogant for?”
“That’s still enough to trample an ant like you under my feet, just like last time.”
Mu Bingxin pressed closer inch by inch, and Lin Wu was already backed against the ice pillar of the hall.
No way to retreat, unable to move.
“Want to fight back? Go ahead. Weren’t you very fond of defying me just now? I’ll give you a chance!”
The anger suppressed in the boy’s eyes was treated as a delicacy by the Fairy, which she accepted with pleasure.
“I’ll give you three moves. After three moves, you’ll see exactly how big the gap between us is.”
Mu Bingxin beckoned with her finger, her icy eyes full of disdain.
Indeed… it is very big!
Lin Wu’s nose felt hot.
The spiritual pressure was like an avalanche, penetrating everywhere, crushing the front-line battlefield in all aspects.
“It won’t take three moves, you enchantress, but not right now!”
Lin Wu shot back, exhaling a breath of white mist, but his body exhibited an opposite kind of heat.
This time he had learned his lesson. He composed his mind and suppressed his impulses; there was no way he would let the Fairy lead him by the nose.
“Bluffing.”
Mu Bingxin beckoned again and sneered.
At such a close distance, she could keenly capture the boiling heartbeat hidden under his blood vessels.
Thus, Mu Bingxin leaned toward Lin Wu’s cheek, gently bit his ear, and whispered.
“Husband, let me tell you what will happen next. In a few days, you will beg for my charity, and I will mercifully take off my shoes and socks to grant you the honor of kissing my toes. The naughty little Holy Son is only worthy of drinking the blood from there for now!”
Her ethereal voice was soft and pleasing to the ear, adding fuel to the fire.
Mu Bingxin naturally assumed that Lin Wu was able to form his Nascent Soul because of that Ice Lotus Blood. And depravity is addictive.
“Instead of kicking your little wanton legs around, you should wash your palms and get ready to clap. My ruler is already starving and thirsty.”
Neither side would yield an inch. Their gentle threats were more like flirting.
“Oh?”
Mu Bingxin suddenly froze for a moment, then revealed a joyful smile. After all, she had succeeded.
“Look, the lost puppy knows very well who the master is. He’s already in a hurry to find his way home. Good boy.”
Lin Wu’s face turned red, and he interrupted her testily.
“The Fairy’s imagination is as rich as ever. You must spend a lot of time fantasizing alone under the covers! I heard that you’ve told Mengyao at least ten times the story of how devotedly I sought a connection with you back then. What an absolute reversal of the truth!”
“Eeek!”
Mu Bingxin shrunk her neck back, her eyes dodging his as her defenses instantly crumbled.
The pressure on Lin Wu’s chest suddenly decreased, and he pressed his advantage.
“Enchantress, you’re quite good at adding drama to your own life. The grass on the grave is already three meters high, yet you’re still whipping the corpse.”
Criticism from the person involved was the most lethal.
The Sect Leader Fairy’s entire body of icy skin and jade bones instantly turned red, leaving her utterly ashamed.
“That… that’s…”
Whether other bad women believed it, Lin Wu didn’t know.
But the name Cangwu had been completely ruined by Mu Bingxin; until death, he would be a licking dog whose devotion never wavered.
This is simply outrageous!