The earth vein’s floating light was faint, and white light dust wandered like fireflies, illuminating the narrow stone path.
From a distance, Lin Wu saw a silver-haired woman standing elegantly atop the cliff.
Mu Bingxin was dressed in her **Ice Lotus Pure Clothes**, with the **Frost Cloud Light Gauze** outlining her graceful curves as her high ponytail fell to her waist.
“Please, I’m very busy. I don’t have time to play along with your self-amusement.”
Lin Wu stretched. From his position at the bottom of the path, he looked up at the transcendental silhouette of the fairy.
Those slender, straight legs clad in ice silk were quite pleasing to the eye when viewed from this angle.
‘Judging by her presence, the “large cup” is her maiden avatar, while the “extra-large cup” is her original mature self. In other words, the pressure of facing her today shouldn’t be that high?’
“Hmph, busy flirting? Why did you go to Qiu Ming Palace last night!”
Mu Bingxin’s voice was cold and filled with resentment, sounding much like a wife catching her husband cheating.
‘We agreed I would let you have three moves, and I, the great Sect Master, am standing right here, yet you act as if I’m invisible? If you have something to say, come to me. Don’t spend all day making eyes at the female disciples!’
“What else would I go to Qiu Ming Palace for?”
Lin Wu said indifferently, “Naturally, it was to study our sect’s secret manuals. I am the Red Lotus Holy Son, after all. I can’t go around embarrassing the Sect Master.”
“And you studied for two full hours?”
Mu Bingxin snorted. ‘As if I’d believe you.’
“Not really. I didn’t care for the Xuan-tier ones, and I couldn’t afford the Earth-tier ones.”
Lin Wu shrugged.
Mu Bingxin paused, then turned her head slightly to look down at the young man in red.
“Qiu Ming Palace only stores remnants of the fourth-rank. If you wanted something, why didn’t you just tell me?”
“Would you be that kindhearted?”
“How would you know if you don’t ask!”
Mu Bingxin’s beautiful face flushed with slight anger. However, when she looked back, she noticed Lin Wu’s eyes were fixed intently on her ankles beneath her skirt. His appreciative gaze was like someone looking at two lunchboxes.
She curled her toes slightly, feeling a bit smug. She tucked a strand of silver hair behind her ear, momentarily unsure whether to be angry or to smile.
“And then?” Mu Bingxin raised her voice, her heart tightening for some reason. “She… she didn’t do anything to you, did she? Qiu Ming is fairly reliable in her work, but her hands have never been very clean. When the water is too clear, there are no fish. As long as they don’t go too far, I usually pretend not to see.”
The Sect Master knew the conduct of the Snow Lotus Sect better than anyone. She had labeled Lin Wu as the Red Lotus Holy Son solely to warn those gluttons not to let their tongues wander.
“What if I said she did?”
Lin Wu blinked.
It made sense for Mu Bingxin to think that way. A normal early Nascent Soul Stage cultivator would indeed be no match for the bully Fairy Qiu. However, she had not counted on the **Legendary Immortal Catcher**’s “fishing law enforcement” tactics.
Mu Bingxin sneered. “Then it’s simple. I’ll chop off whichever hand she used to touch you. That should teach her a lesson and serve as a warning to others.”
‘Tsk, tsk. If that’s the case, poor Fairy Qiu would probably be sliced into a plate of bamboo shoots.’
“It wasn’t her hand, but her mouth.”
Lin Wu shook his head, adding one more blow.
As soon as he said this, Mu Bingxin’s blue eyes were coated in frost. Her narrow phoenix eyes sharpened, and the cold aura radiating from her body froze the stone cliff.
“… What did you say?”
“Senior Qiu Ming said that as long as I served her until she was satisfied, I could get a handwritten copy of the Heavenly Yin Icy Palm remnant.”
Lin Wu suppressed his laughter and pulled a few pages of yellowed paper from his sleeve, waving them in the air.
The Sect Master was getting increasingly agitated. Her “affection level” was heating up rapidly. The presence of the two Soul Transformation Realm Law Enforcement Elders had significantly “contaminated” the blood bottle, leading to rapid progress.
“So you gave it to her!?”
Mu Bingxin finally snapped, her jealousy flaring up.
‘I’ve only tasted it once and almost fainted from the fragrance. What right does she have?’
“Yes.”
Lin Wu admitted it with righteous brazenness.
“You!”
Mu Bingxin stomped her foot in a fit of rage. Her stunningly beautiful face was written with disbelief.
Yun Mengyao was foolish and as clean as a blank sheet of paper; at most, she was just an eyesore. If she were ever sold by her master’s thieving husband, she would likely still be helping him count the money. But Qiu Ming was different. No matter how one looked at it, that wench fit the description of a Snow Lotus Sect demoness far better than she did!
The thought of her exclusive Flesh Lingzhi being stained by someone else’s saliva made the Sect Master feel physically ill. Her obsession with purity exploded.
“Am I so lowly in your heart that you would rather bow your head to someone like her than speak to me!?”
Mu Bingxin spat the words through gritted teeth. Even though she knew Lin Wu was doing this on purpose, she couldn’t keep her composure. What she hated wasn’t a mere Earth-tier remnant scroll, but the fact that the bright moon hung high yet refused to shine on her alone!
“Even if she’s greedy, at least she hasn’t backstabbed me like some people.”
Lin Wu grinned. As soon as he finished speaking, a bone-chilling wind rushed toward his face.
‘She broke down even faster than I expected.’
Mu Bingxin’s long leg swept out like a whip. Her high-heeled jade foot carried the momentum of an avalanche, aiming to strike his face.
*Snap!*
This time, Lin Wu simply snapped his fingers. The silver-haired girl fell straight down as the ice spirits permeating her body instantly dissipated.
“Eh?”
Lin Wu reached out and grabbed her delicate ankle, easily restraining the fairy’s manifestation.
Mu Bingxin looked dazed. Her right leg was hoisted high above her head while she wobbled on one foot to maintain her balance. She was forced into a shameful standing split.
The strange thing was that for a split second, she couldn’t sense her sea of qi at all, as if she had lost all the strength in her body.
The icy domain wrapped in silk beneath the girl’s skirt was right before his eyes. Her pure white undergarments, embroidered with lace lotuses, were faintly visible.
Lin Wu enjoyed the view and mocked her without hesitation. “It’s not mealtime yet. The Sect Master is truly being too polite.”
“Let… let go of me!”
Mu Bingxin’s face turned slightly red. Still unaware of what had happened, she used one hand to cover her skirt while stubbornly throwing a small fist.
*Thud!*
The pink fist hit Lin Wu’s chest, but it was soft and completely lacked power, as if they were flirting.
“Why…?”
Mu Bingxin’s expression changed. Her true self had already recovered her Soul Transformation cultivation. Even if this manifestation was only at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage, it shouldn’t be this fragile.
“Ouch, that hurts. Is the Fairy trying to kill me?”
Lin Wu patted his chest. He gripped her jade foot and hoisted it onto his shoulder, forcing Mu Bingxin into a split in front of him as he mocked her mercilessly.
“So this is a cultivator of the Ice Lotus Stage? Who exactly was hit by the Heavenly Yin Icy Palm?”
“Eek! What did you do to me?”
With one of her legs held by Lin Wu, Mu Bingxin hopped on her one remaining foot. In all her life, she had never been so undignified.
“If you want your subordinates to witness this pathetic state, then by all means, keep shouting. Wake up the whole world.”
Lin Wu tilted Mu Bingxin’s chin upward, his voice teasing. Elder Dong Ling was standing guard not far away.
Mu Bingxin leaned against Lin Wu’s chest, falling silent in shame and indignation. She no longer dared to make a scene. It was strange — lately, the disturbances in her sea of consciousness had been incredibly intense, and just now, she had completely lost her reason.
‘It’s just like… just like when he forced a kiss on me last time!’
“Ngh, is it your blood at work? I don’t understand. When did this happen!”
Mu Bingxin clutched her head, shaking it desperately.
Lin Wu felt completely refreshed. Since he couldn’t beat the Soul Transformation original body yet, squeezing the “soft persimmon” avatar was just as good. Since they shared one mind, the effect was the same.
A heavy pressure once again pressed against his chest; the weight was just right. Any more would be too plump, any less would be too delicate.
Mu Bingxin suddenly thought of something. A chill surged through her sea of consciousness, and she clutched her throat, her voice trembling.
“Could it be… the Red Lotus Essence Blood?”
In the entire Snow Lotus Sect, the official least likely to pass a test of character was probably that wench Qiu Ming.
“Since the Sect Master refuses to favor me, I have no choice but to let someone else benefit.”
Lin Wu looked full of regret, which made Mu Bingxin so angry she nearly coughed up blood and fainted.
“You… I… how could she dare!?”
What hurt more than falling for a trap was knowing that after all her careful guarding and thinking everything was under control, someone else had snatched the prize.
Jealousy mixed with fury, tasting both sour and stinging.
‘Something even the Sect Master was reluctant to enjoy was gulped down by a thieving cat, and it ended up harming me instead? Damn it, you might as well have just poured it directly into my mouth!’