“How — dare — you!”
Mu Bingxin bit her translucent lower lip, her two little pink fists pressed against Lin Wu’s chest as her composure completely crumbled.
More frustrating than her recovered treasure being snatched away was the terrible predicament she currently found herself in. She didn’t even have the strength to fight back, let alone strike him.
“Hmph, don’t get too ahead of yourself. Once I recover, you’ll pay for this… At most, I’ll just stop consuming the essence blood sent by Autumn Tea Hall!”
Mu Bingxin forced herself to stay calm, though the words felt like a lump in her throat. She wanted nothing more than to grind Autumn Tea to dust right then and there, but she didn’t dare stir her sea of qi again.
“It’s too late, unless you plan on starving yourself from now on.”
Lin Wu’s voice was terrifyingly gentle, yet it circled her heart like a demon’s whisper. Mu Bingxin’s beautiful face turned pale, and her vision momentarily went dark.
“What do you mean? Don’t tell me someone else did it besides that shameless wench!?”
One thieving cat was terrifying, but two were even worse. No, there might be even more!
‘Otherwise, why would I have no room to resist at all?’
At this moment, silence spoke louder than words. The fairy’s possessiveness was almost pathological, and her obsession with purity was incurable. Now, Mu Bingxin probably wouldn’t dare touch anyone for quite some time; in her eyes, everyone was an internal traitor.
Lin Wu gave a mysterious smile and lightly poked the fairy’s flat belly with his index finger, immediately eliciting a soft moan.
“Ugh!”
The blood patterns were taking shape within the avatar’s body, meeting stubborn resistance. At this moment, her true self was likely feeling the same thing, suffering through the agony.
Refining an external incarnation was no easy task. It was a divine ability unique to Deity Transformation cultivators, equivalent to a second life, and its importance far exceeded that of a natal treasure. Unless she was willing to risk a drop in her cultivation realm to sever her soul, once the incarnation became a blood slave and backlashed against its master, it would only accelerate her downfall.
“Speak! Are you mute? I’m asking you a question!”
Mu Bingxin tilted her small face upward, her icy eyes spitting fire. However, the shameful position of being forced to lean against Lin Wu meant she had none of her usual Sect Master’s dignity.
Lin Wu pinched the girl’s translucent skin, a wide smile on his face.
“Sharing joy is better than keeping it to oneself. If you want to live like a widow, it’s not that simple. From now on, even if you want a taste, it might not be your turn.”
“Lin — Wu, don’t push me!”
Mu Bingxin shouted in a frenzy, but since one of her jade legs was being held up, her hopping movements were actually quite adorable.
“You won’t talk, fine. Believe it or not, I’ll kill every woman you’ve ever come into contact with!”
Lin Wu couldn’t help but laugh. “Pfft, then the Snow Lotus Sect might be wiped out. The sight of the Sect Master personally bathing her own sect in blood would be quite spectacular.”
“What!?”
Mu Bingxin almost fainted from rage.
‘Is everyone a traitor?’
A refreshing orchid fragrance wafted from her body. Lin Wu held the fairy’s jade foot like that as he walked toward the depths of the cold air, looking for his former workstation.
The black stone path led to the other side of the Ice Crystal Underground Palace, looking much like a frozen underworld. Returning to this old place felt different this time. Fortunately, Lin Wu wasn’t alone; he had a completely broken little fairy Sect Master chattering in his ear.
“It’s impossible, you’re lying!”
Mu Bingxin shook her head, biting her finger as she spoke. “You spend all day fooling around with Mengyao. Don’t think I don’t know. You probably secretly did something in the Cold Rain Blessed Land, right?”
Following that logic, every disciple who advanced in the Sect Competition was a suspect.
‘Through the blood of the white lotus direct disciples, it was indirectly passed to the red lotus offerings and elders of each hall, and finally, it all flowed into my body?’
‘That is Lin Wu’s true scheme!’
The more Mu Bingxin thought about it, the more terrified and angry she became. However, she never would have dreamed that the chief examiner was the one who started the feast.
Lin Wu wagged his finger triumphantly. “You’re not entirely stupid, but you’ve overlooked one thing. That is, Yao’er is very good at using blood as medicine.”
*Hiss — *
Mu Bingxin took a sharp breath, staggering on her one foot and nearly falling.
“You mean… Yun Mengyao has been using your blood?”
The Great Dragon-Tiger Honey Pills crafted by the eldest disciple were a hit on Goddess Peak, and even the Sect Master had heard of them. She just hadn’t taken them to heart because the grade was too low. The little girl didn’t have many strengths, so doing something productive was fine, as long as she wasn’t obsessed with her master’s Dao companion all day.
Mu Bingxin had tried them once with that mindset. They were like candy, quite delicious, and she had unknowingly finished a whole bottle.
‘Now you’re telling me that those came from my Dao companion’s body???’
‘And the entire Snow Lotus Sect is frantically fighting over them???’
“You godforsaken disciple!”
Mu Bingxin’s face flushed with shame and anger, her pink fists raining down on Lin Wu’s chest.
“That is my property! You, and every drop of blood in your body, are mine! Who gave her permission to touch you!?”
The ice-mountain fairy’s jade body turned a frosty red, her mental state breaking again and again. Her proud icy skin and jade bones were now covered in bloodshot patterns.
“Isn’t this what you taught me back then? We righteous cultivators should focus on sharing and helping each other so the Great Dao can be achieved. Although I’m a bit slow, I’m working hard to learn.”
“Get lost!”
Lin Wu wore a faint smile, thoroughly enjoying his “beloved wife’s” moment of collapse.
“A fairy is indeed a fairy; even your tantrums are beautiful. This true face of yours is a hundred times more moving than the untouchable, sacred look you keep on your pedestal.”
“Go die!”
Lin Wu carried her leg and enjoyed the walk, while Mu Bingxin remained broken the whole way. She hopped and cursed, getting quite the workout.
Finally reaching the foot of the ice prison, Mu Bingxin’s voice gradually weakened. She realized that continuing would only give Lin Wu more satisfaction.
“Done cursing?”
Lin Wu bounced Mu Bingxin’s highly flexible leg, unable to suppress a smile. The Ice Silkworm White Silk was as thin as a cicada’s wing, and the silky texture felt almost direct against his hand.
The dignified Snow Lotus Sect Master was acting like a resentful wife, sulking silently while one jade foot was held aloft.
“No! I’m! Not!”
Mu Bingxin stumbled, covering her skirt and turning her head away, her cheeks puffed out.
“This is just an appetizer. There are many more good days ahead.”
“Hmph, you think you can do this to me and leave this place safely? Those two are dead. Once I get back, I’ll find all your accomplices and suck them dry, leaving not a single drop!”
The soft threat lacked any real momentum; Mu Bingxin was at her wits’ end. She couldn’t kill them all. There were simply too many.
‘If everyone in the sect is a shameless wench, has every single person tasted my husband?’
For the Sect Master, the sky had truly fallen.
“Hey! Let go, you bastard! How long are you going to keep carrying me like this!?”
Mu Bingxin cursed in shame, though she didn’t dare raise her voice too much. She felt incredibly wronged. A distance that could be covered in an instant by flying was stretched out by Lin Wu, who insisted on holding her ankle while she hopped along, intentionally humiliating her the entire way.
“Tsk, tsk. The Sect Master is truly heartless. Two days ago, you were calling me ‘Big Brother Lin Wu,’ but now you won’t even let your husband touch your foot.”
“Shut up! It’s none of your business!”
The frozen underground palace was deadly silent, the gates tightly locked. The jailer was already impatient to escort the first prisoner inside.
Lin Wu once again pressed the slender, long leg over her head and teased, “Yao’er told me that the ice prison has been abandoned since you took over the Snow Lotus Sect. Goddess Peak only uses the greenhouse managed by the two Disciplinary Elders to ‘cultivate’ those with ill intentions?”
Mu Bingxin let out a startled cry. One hand pressed against Lin Wu’s chest while the other desperately tried to cover her absolute territory, her face turning bright red.
“So… what if it has?”
“Could it be that the person afraid of being reminded of the past is someone else? Could a peak Deity Transformation cultivator really be afraid of her late husband’s vengeful soul crawling out from inside?”
Lin Wu teased in a low voice. Seeing the fairy frustrated was a sight he never grew tired of.
“Don’t be so full of yourself! The ice prison involves the secrets of the Cold Abyss and is of great importance. You know that better than anyone. I simply didn’t have anyone by my side who I could completely trust…”
‘I didn’t expect the fairy to value me so much. I’m not just a walking flesh ganoderma to her.’
Lin Wu’s expression became strange, and he grew even more curious.
“Then why are you ordering me, an outsider who joined less than one year ago, to reopen it now?”
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