Chapter 16: Childish!

On Divine Maiden Peak, the cold wind howled and snow fell thick and fast.

The returning Sect Master Fairy’s thoughts surged, her Dao Heart fluctuating up and down.

At this moment, Mu Bingxin’s left and right brains were fiercely battling, torn between hesitation and joy.

How could a dying youth survive after falling into the Frozen Abyss?

No idea.

But there cannot possibly be a third person in the world who knows how I was humiliated and belittled by him.

As for body-snatching, that’s utter fantasy.

In a place where even those in the Grand Ascension stage can’t escape, could he just change to a Foundation Establishment body and be done with it?

Eliminate every impossibility, and what remains must be the truth.

Lin Wu is certainly Cang Wu.

Mu Bingxin hoped more than anyone that he was alive, but absolutely did not wish for such a meeting under these circumstances.

So I ended up raising the real him as a pet for half a day, and even got played for a fool…

Despicable!

Mu Bingxin’s thin lips pressed together, her snowy jade feet curled in shame inside her icy boots, toes clenched so hard they could probably dig out a three-room apartment.

What is this supposed to be, a provocation?

I admit you surprised me—so what.

I may not know how you survived, but I am no longer the naive young girl I once was.

What’s the use of denial? Now I have countless ways to make you bow your head!

At the routine Zongmen assembly, the Sect Master Fairy seemed to drift through in a dream, her ice-pale skin flushed with a sickly blush.

Every so often, she even revealed a strange, obsessed smile—her facial expressions truly dazzling.

So much so that when Elder Dong Ling gave her report, she seemed not to hear at all.

Outside, in the Frost Hall, offerings and attendants stood to either side.

The Xia He Hall managed magical treasures and tools, responsible for overseeing the disciples’ martial practice to ensure the sect’s reputation was not disgraced.

“Judging by the date, it’s nearly time for the annual Zongmen Grand Tournament. I ask the Sect Leader to choose an auspicious day.”

“Mm…”

Dong Ling Hall, meanwhile, was like the Xuelian Sect’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs. As the senior sister of the Kunlun Dao, she was often outside, mingling with friends from the Immortal Alliance.

“The invitation for the Thousand Spirit Banquet from the Grand Li Dynasty has arrived. They request the Sect Master Fairy’s attendance in three months to preside over the event.”

“Mm…”

Seeing Mu Bingxin still absent-minded, the Qinghan Hall elder frowned slightly and stepped forward.

“Sect Master, a few days ago, our hall’s disciple Yun Mengyao successfully formed her core. She is your direct White Lotus disciple. Lately, this child has shown remarkable talent in alchemy.”

“Hmm?”

Mu Bingxin’s silver brows arched, her icy pupils flashed with sudden light.

No doubt, it was that girl’s doing—dragged me in without me even realizing it.

Back then, when she met Yun Mengyao, the girl had a medicinal scent, brimming with spiritual energy, and a naiveté in her eyes reminiscent of her younger self. That’s why she bestowed her a fateful opportunity.

Now her wings have grown, and she dares to bite the hand that feeds!

Mu Bingxin’s brow relaxed, as if understanding something. She saw right through Lin Wu’s little schemes.

So much effort, just to scold me to my face?

I fear that won’t be enough to vent her anger…

Hatred lasts longer than love. Thinking of Lin Wu’s hysterical cries of “Demoness,” Mu Bingxin suddenly felt much better.

Come back for revenge?

Fine, I’ll accompany you any time!

But be warned, losing comes with a price.

What realm are you now—Foundation Establishment or Golden Core? Even if it’s Nascent Soul, so what?

I want to see exactly where your courage comes from.

And I’d like you to experience what it’s like to be trampled underfoot by the “demoness” you once despised!

“Such trivial matters, handle them yourselves. I’m busy.”

Mu Bingxin stood and left her seat, nonchalant, wanting only to return to her cave and draw vital blood to replenish her empty Qi Sea and restore herself to peak condition as soon as possible.

“…..”

The elders exchanged looks, each with their own thoughts.

Mu Bingxin had just gained the favor of Ancestor Jinlian, and less than a year into her tenure, she was already showing signs of slackness?

The current Sect Master’s cultivation improved too quickly and she was far too young, but her methods for eliminating dissidents were ruthless and sharp.

Everyone knew the Fairy of Bingxin was a genius among geniuses—three great realms in three years, bursting onto the scene with unmatched brilliance, crushing all Immortal Alliance Prodigies.

But the wool comes from the sheep’s back—the elders certainly knew where the blood came from.

Therefore, even if someone didn’t like the juniors, no one dared show it openly.

“You all heard. Business as usual.”

The two Disciplinary Elders barked coldly and led the attendants away.

Before leaving, the old loli shot a fierce glare at the voluptuous junior across from her.

Qiu Ming responded with a mocking laugh.

What’s there to be arrogant about? Who here isn’t a blood slave?

Grudges aside, these two elders truly lived up to the title of fairy; even after the breakup meal, their thoughts were astonishingly alike—

They must find a way to kick out the other!

Such a delicacy—if only one could have it all to oneself, why worry about ever reaching the Ice Lotus Realm?

Of course, it would be even better if they didn’t have to risk being kicked out themselves.

“Master is back—w-why are you still hanging around here and not leaving?”

Yun Mengyao was timid by nature. Since the snow began falling again on Divine Maiden Peak, she had been hiding in her cave, trembling with fear.

Yao Er was terrified.

Touched as she was, she never knew if, upon waking up one day, she might be cast into the ice prison by the Sect Leader for simply stepping onto Divine Maiden Peak with her left foot first.

But no matter how she begged or threatened, the scoundrel simply refused to leave the ghostly place he once saw as a den of devils—dead set on poking a hole right through the ice cave.

Lin Wu was brazen, waiting calmly for the Blood Charm to take root.

“I’m here for her. Not only will I not leave, I plan to flirt with you right in front of her.”

“Eh? Not again!”

Yun Mengyao’s pretty face turned crimson.

Last time it was licking, this time it’s flirting—she dared not imagine what’s next.

Hopefully, it would be soaking in a blood vial, not in a pot?

She was an innocent girl—she couldn’t even understand the strange language between her master and senior.

Lin Wu’s aim was clear: to go public just to keep getting under Mu Bingxin’s skin—no way would he let the fairy recover her vitality in peace!

I’m not dead. You must be so pleased.

But what if the thing you lost and found again shatters right before your eyes?

Thus, Yun Mengyao was forced to embark on a sweet cultivation routine, starting with Lin Wu holding her hand and leading her into the Dao Field.

Spring Sleep Hall for alchemy, Xia He Hall for forging, Qiu Ming Hall for spell practice, Dong Ling Hall for lectures.

The twin white lotuses clung to each other throughout, more shameless with every step, spreading “dog food” all over Divine Maiden Peak.

“Open up. I’ll feed you Imported Spirit Powder, ah—”

Lin Wu pinned the girl against the wall in front of everyone, gently pecked her pink lips, savoring the taste of medicine on her tongue.

Delicious, absolutely delicious.

“Eep…”

Yun Mengyao’s legs went weak, nearly fainting.

Before she even figured out what “imported” meant, she melted into the boy’s embrace, panting for breath.

Her heart pounded violently, her mind spinning, and suddenly, goosebumps rose—she felt a bone-chilling killing intent.

So spicy!

“W-what do I do, Master is watching me!”

“Then let her get a good look. She already knows who I am.”

Cang Wu is Lin Wu. Lin Wu is no longer Cang Wu.

“Wha—!?”

Yun Mengyao was so scared her soul nearly left her body. Before she could speak, Lin Wu sealed her lips again, making her squeal like a little pig.

The other female disciples all covered their faces, blushing furiously.

Barely three months since joining, Junior Brother Lin had already completely conquered Senior Sister Yun.

He didn’t look like a cultivator seeking the Dao, but like some playboy from a noble immortal clan—his flirting tricks endless.

The normally aloof, proud personal disciple of the Sect Master turned as docile as a lamb before him.

After a whole day of public displays of affection, he finally took his blushing senior sister back to the little house at the foot of the mountain for a tryst, duo-queuing through the night.

Yun Mengyao had been kissed dizzy all day, feeling totally deprived of oxygen, powerless to resist.

That night, the little White Lotus let out a sweet, sugary cry, soaking thoroughly in the “pot.”

Everything that Mu Bingxin once coveted but could never touch, Lin Wu poured onto her disciple in one go.

So much it overflowed, leaking everywhere, never even a drop left for the fairy.

“Childish! You think you can anger me like this? I want to see how far you’ll go humiliating yourself!”

Late at night, a scornful voice rang from the chilly palace, easily seeing through the crude ploy.

Yet, in reality, the temperature on Divine Maiden Peak dropped even further—someone’s Dao Heart was out of balance.

All the Azure Lotus Dao children were frozen sleepless, kneeling and begging their moody Sect Master Fairy to retract her Divine Power.

She didn’t allow anyone else to touch even her shadow.

Now, with the real deal launching a self-destructive assault, the damage was self-evident.

“Can’t handle it after just the first day?”

Lin Wu was shivering too, but the flames of vengeance burned high, so he only hugged the adorable little White Lotus even tighter.