Walking out of the Ice Lotus Hall, Lin Wu only then realized he was soaked through. He couldn’t tell if it was sweat or nectar.
Just melting the tip of the iceberg had already created such a spectacle.
If she completely defrosted, wouldn’t I be drowned?
“Enjoy the final feast to your heart’s content. Keep your focus entirely on me, and whatever you do, do not look anywhere else.”
Lin Wu bit his lip and covered his face, but the image of those long, rounded legs covered in glossy ice-silk stockings wouldn’t leave his mind.
The fairy had pushed him too hard just now. Although she hadn’t found the front door, he had been trapped in that snow-white courtyard, rolling across the ground.
It was shameful to admit, but inadvertently, he had made another mistake against the fairy…
“Wu’er, your ability to handle pressure really needs some improvement.”
A seductive, milky voice drifted down from above. A snow-white fluff ball dropped from nowhere onto his head.
At times like this, Master was never absent.
“You can’t blame me. The Ice Lotus Realm and the Red Lotus Realm aren’t even on the same level.”
“Umu.”
The fox snickered. When it came to squeezing their disciples dry, the Snow Lotus Sect were professionals.
In the long corridor outside the hall, Lin Wu turned his head and spotted a woman in red leaning against the wall.
Seeing the young man unharmed, Leng Yu wore a strange expression, idly playing with a small flying dagger in her palm.
“Master Holy Son’s chest sweat glands seem quite developed. Was the pressure of a private interrogation by the Sect Leader Fairy that high?”
Lin Wu looked down in shock, his face turning even redder.
The wet patches on his chest were obvious, and their outlines were perfectly rounded.
It was as if two large pancakes had been pressed there, leaving behind the stamps of Mu Bingxin’s chest.
Damn demoness!
“Don’t worry, I have a divine ability protecting my soul. Whatever she heard from my mouth was only what I wanted her to know.”
“That’s for the best.”
Leng Yu breathed a secret sigh of relief. It was impossible not to fear the Sect Leader turning hostile.
“I’ll say this upfront: if you dare betray this sect, I’ll be the first one to break all three of your legs!”
Fairy Leng was not only fierce in character but also very blunt. She was much more reliable than the other two blood slaves—a very handy blade.
Lin Wu shrugged. He had already signed the deed; he was fearless.
“How could I? You are all my most precious cellmates. I couldn’t cherish you enough. I already said I came back this time to lead everyone toward joint… progress.”
He couldn’t get revenge on the Yaoguang Holy Land and the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion by himself.
Lin Wu was both a Kunlun gourmet and the king of animal husbandry in the cultivation world. He would start right here with the talent-rich Snow Lotus Sect.
“You better be!”
Leng Yu’s expression was complicated. She had originally intended to take this boy for herself, but she never expected a Red Lotus Holy Son to emerge from the blessed land.
“Follow me. I’ll take you to the Incense Burning Hall first to collect a set of Red Lotus Pure Clothes and your deacon token. The Holy Son stands independently outside the Ten Halls, but you will share jurisdiction over discipline with the Leng Yu and Qinghan Halls. You still have much to learn.”
“I appreciate the guidance, Fairy.”
Lin Wu smiled calmly.
He had just changed from green robes to white lotus, and in the blink of an eye, he had become a Red Lotus Consecrated Elder.
Red was good; he liked it very much.
Even if it got stained with a wicked woman’s blood, it wouldn’t show.
“Greetings, Discipline Elder! Greetings… Master Holy Son!”
As they walked, the young disciples they encountered showed various expressions, and their attitudes had shifted dramatically.
The Great Sect Competition had just ended, and an explosive piece of news had already spread throughout Goddess Peak.
A Blood Lotus Incineration Valley had suddenly appeared in the trial blessed land, an anomaly that shook the Kunlun Ruins.
Afterward, the Elders of the Ten Halls had publicly fought over the person in an extremely bloody scene, and in the end, even the Sect Leader herself had personally intervened.
For a moment, someone’s fame even overshadowed Yun Mengyao, the newly appointed head disciple.
Not long ago, Junior Brother Lin was just a small green lotus, relying on his connection to Junior Sister Yun to rank among the White Lotus disciples. That was everyone’s consensus.
Who could have imagined that a silver-tongued playboy was hiding such depth? He clearly could have taken the top spot with his own strength, yet he chose to play the role of a gigolo so convincingly.
And in the end, he actually managed to cling to the Sect Leader Fairy’s thighs!
The Incense Burning Hall was responsible for sect rituals and managed the Snow Lotus Sect’s Pure Clothes and Life Plates.
Hearing that Leng Yu was bringing Lin Wu to register in the sect roster, the Elder came out to greet them personally. He was a refined scholar with a broad, gentle smile.
The Red Lotus Treasure Robe was of extraordinary quality—beautiful, clean, and possessing defensive power superior to the White Lotus Pure Clothes, comparable to an ordinary fourth-grade Dharma treasure.
Lin Wu used a drop of blood to claim the Life Plate and hung the Red Lotus Token from his waist. With that, he officially became a Nascent Soul Consecrated Elder.
“Normally, a Red Lotus Consecrated Elder is assigned three White Lotus attendant disciples. You can go to the Ten Halls yourself to negotiate and seek the consent of the disciples and Elders. However, the Holy Son’s status is special. You’ll understand later.”
Leng Yu rubbed her brow, still feeling annoyed.
If Mu Bingxin hadn’t been so unreasonable, this scoundrel would have already been served on her dining table.
“I feel like I’ve heard that before.”
Lin Wu couldn’t help but chuckle.
It didn’t matter. Even if he wanted to scoop up Yun Mengyao to help him refine pills, Elder Qinghan would never let her go.
He wondered what Elder Dongling was thinking right now?
“Take care, Fairy. Don’t forget our business.”
Lin Wu winked, waving her off.
To raise pigs scientifically, they had to be fatty when it was time for the pot. He couldn’t let that pretty “widow” go hungry.
“Hmph, remember your promise. Whatever portion Qiu Ming and Xia He get, I want double!”
After finishing the sect business, Leng Yu flicked her sleeve and departed, having already collected her tribute of essence blood as usual.
The full-time fairy breeder shook his head with a wry smile.
The women of the Snow Lotus Sect were all big eaters. If he didn’t cultivate properly, how could he provide for a whole family of blood slaves?
Speaking of which, his Path of Trapping Immortals in the Tribulation Realm had reached its peak. Previously, by catching fairies and sweeping them clean, his karmic power had steadily increased.
The next stage, the Immortal Slaying Realm, was a bit mysterious. The wicked fox had only given him four words as a hint.
“Dao Heart Competition!”
“Every path leads to longevity. I’ve already seen the power of the Path of Ice Skin and Jade Bones. Master, what path do you cultivate?”
Lin Wu asked curiously.
“I am a fox immortal. Naturally, I cultivate the Path of Enchantment.”
It was unexpected, yet perfectly logical.
Lin Wu laughed. “What a nation-toppling Colorful Fairy you are. Does that mean I’m also a link in your Great Dao cultivation?”
“Umu. Ordinary people aren’t even qualified to be enchanted by me. Does little Wu’er feel unhappy being with his Master?”
The colorful fox rolled around proudly, rubbing against her beloved disciple’s face.
Lin Wu laughed despite himself.
As expected of a top-tier fairy from the Eternal Immortal Alliance, every word out of her mouth was technically true, yet she could use the truth to deceive people to death.
As a newly promoted Red Lotus Consecrated Elder, he could use his Life Plate to select one fourth-grade Dharma treasure.
Even though he had no White Lotus attendants yet, he couldn’t miss the chance to fleece some rewards.
Dressed in his red robes, Lin Wu walked grandly into the Xia He Hall.
“I wonder what… Master Holy Son’s orders are?”
An inexperienced White Lotus girl bowed to greet him, stealing a shy glance at the young man’s handsome face.
Lin Wu didn’t think much of the Snow Face Sutra, but he had captured many Kunlun fairies to refine their blood for his lotus, using it for his own purposes.
His Flawless Dao Body was no less impressive than the Path of Ice Skin and Jade Bones, and his cold, aloof temperament was very similar.
“Step back! What kind of status does the Red Lotus Holy Son hold? It is equivalent to the Sect Leader herself being present. You must not be negligent!”
Before Lin Wu could speak, a red-clothed loli as delicate as carved jade drifted over, her nose twitching as if she were catching a scent. The surrounding low-level cultivators knelt in terror.
The consistently arrogant and overbearing Elder Xia He actually bowed respectfully in public, though she was secretly swallowing her saliva.
Lin Wu grew pensive as he followed the old loli into the inner hall.
He had thought Mu Bingxin had specifically appointed him as a consort just to humiliate him, giving him the title of the Sect Leader’s exclusive flesh lingzhi.
But looking at it now, that didn’t seem to be the case.
If it were just an empty title relying on borrowed power, why would people like the Incense Burning Elder be so wary of him? Why would they be so humble toward someone only in the early Nascent Soul stage?
Lin Wu’s mind was sharp. Thinking back to the purpose of the Ice Prison, he quickly realized that the previous generation’s Red Lotus Saintesses were also responsible for acting as proxies for the Golden Lotus Ancestor to rectify the sect’s chaos.
They weren’t afraid of him; they were afraid of the Cold Abyss…
Thinking of it that way, did he now have a legitimate reason to throw fairies into the Ice Prison to “harvest ganoderma”?
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