An ice prison, a cage.
A lone man and a lone woman.
At this moment, the two were no longer the Snow Lotus Sect Master and the Red Lotus Holy Son, but merely predator and prey.
“Come on.”
Mu Bingxin tilted her neck, her skin lustrous and snowy white.
‘It’s better to be quick about it than to hesitate. I might as well treat this as an early wedding night!’
Lin Wu simply wanted to retaliate in the same way to vent the resentment in his heart.
A loss was a loss. Even if she had been careless for a moment, she was not one to deny it.
“I’ll give you credit for being bold. I was tricked in this round, but you won’t be so lucky next time, husband. I’m warning you now—this counts as the second move. There won’t be a fourth.”
“Do you really think there will be a next time?”
Lin Wu burst out laughing.
“Of course. If I only had this much skill, how would I dare call myself your Dao companion?”
Mu Bingxin raised her slender neck, as proud as a swan.
Even as an external avatar reduced to a prisoner, she remained completely fearless. She was merely disgusted by the prospect of being forced to give blood for free.
Her powerful true self likely had other trump cards to rely on, so he had to stay on guard.
The only beings Mu Bingxin truly considered rivals, aside from the Golden Lotus Fairy, were probably other wicked women.
“Ha, quite the big talker. Would you please have a bit more self-awareness as a defeated captive, Fairy?”
Lin Wu reached out with two fingers and tilted the girl’s pointed chin.
Ice-blue veins were faintly visible beneath her crystal-clear skin. Her soft, pink neck looked quite appetizing, making him want to take a bite.
The collar of her lotus robes revealed two delicate collarbones. Looking further down, one could see two lofty, snowy peaks in their entirety, their full curves pressing against her Daoist robes.
Mu Bingxin pursed her lips and smiled. “Then how does my husband want me to act? Should I pretend to be frail and weak, begging my dear brother not to forcibly take this Master’s Primal Yin before the wedding?”
*Ugh!*
Lin Wu’s breath hitched. The image seemed to become even more provocative.
“No need to act. You’ll be back to your old self soon. Yao’er’s mouth was quite stubborn at first too, but she became much more pleasant later. It turns out… she learned those bad habits from you, her Fairy Master.”
The Fairy’s neck was as graceful as a tree grub’s. As the youth’s two fingers slid down, a layer of rosy light finally flushed over her smooth, jade-like face, which she had been trying to keep calm.
Just as the explorer crested the deep ravine and was about to touch the summit of the snowy peaks, he quietly withdrew.
“Mm?”
Mu Bingxin opened her eyes in confusion, biting her lip. Her bright, icy pupils actually held a hint of resentment.
He didn’t pluck the fruit, nor did he eat.
‘Is he just playing with me?’
The Sect Master’s external avatar had been refined according to her physique from when she was younger. He didn’t know how many natural treasures had been used, but it was no different from a body of flesh and blood.
The places that should be soft were soft, and the places that should be perky were perky.
Presumably, the construction of that mysterious territory was just as compact and narrow.
Except, she couldn’t get pregnant?
This gave Lin Wu an illusion. Whenever he faced off against the external avatar, it felt like returning to three years ago.
When Mu Bingxin met him with this appearance, her speech and temperament became younger and more childish.
She wasn’t like her mature true self, who kept people thousands of miles away. Just one look from the real her could freeze a person’s eyeballs; her overwhelming pressure was enough to crush anyone.
Thinking back to the scenes of those initial farces, Lin Wu smiled.
Perhaps deep down, everyone wanted to make up for the regrets of their past selves.
“You might have misunderstood, Fairy. I tied you up to prevent you from getting close to me.”
Lin Wu slowly crouched down and shook the chains, making them clink.
Mu Bingxin indeed showed a look of confusion.
“Why would I want to get close—eek!”
Before she could finish her sentence, Mu Bingxin’s long legs suddenly clamped together. She felt a wave of heat burning from deep within her Jade Palace.
‘My body… is so hot. What did he do!?’
“Blood Charm Penetration. The subordinate will uncontrollably want to be close to the source master and defend their side.”
Lin Wu slowly backed away, a crimson light flickering in his eyes.
“Is this your… way of weakening me? What kind of bizarre, evil technique is this? I… gah, I’ve never even heard of it!”
Mu Bingxin’s beautiful face turned crimson. She clearly sensed that her long-frozen Cold Palace Cave Abode was spontaneously melting.
‘There’s something very wrong with this Blood Charm!’
“Nonsense. What evil technique? This is clearly my upright Qi. The Snow Lotus Sect practices dual cultivation in the name of harmony and love; I’m simply doing the opposite by selflessly dedicating myself to a fellow disciple. This is called ‘Great Love Without Borders.'”
Lin Wu smiled and spread his hands.
She probably wouldn’t believe it if he told her, but the Blood Charm was originally a strengthening secret technique of the Wilderness Demon Clan.
Being granted essence blood by the Clan Leader was a supreme honor. Once activated, it could increase one’s cultivation, ensuring undying loyalty and tireless service.
However, his Master had refined it using Fox Enchantment, ensuring the blood slave was constantly attracted to the master. The more they drank, the more intoxicated they became.
It was a perfect fit for a blood-sucking Fairy!
Mu Bingxin looked down in horror. The scorching spot in her abdomen felt tingly and stinging, as if she were being branded with a hot iron.
A mysterious technique was permeating her external avatar. Once completed, there was no telling what the consequences would be.
‘Bad, bad, bad!’
“It’s burning me! Husband, undo the Blood Charm first. If there’s something you want to say… we can talk properly!”
Mu Bingxin clutched her stomach and struggled to stand, but she was restrained by the chains. Only now did she understand what Lin Wu’s words meant.
“Get lost. When you were running away back then, why didn’t you say that?”
“Come over here!”
“No.”
Just as the Fairy leaned her face forward, she was poked in the forehead by a single finger.
Soon, Mu Bingxin’s sea of Qi began to steam from her boiling blood, and her rationality gradually evaporated.
She reached out both hands in a hugging gesture, her ice-crystal high heels stomping frantically.
“Brother Lin… just come over here for a second.”
Mu Bingxin’s icy lips parted slightly. Her voice was soft and charming, a celestial sound full of obsession.
“Oh ho? Are you finally being honest?”
Lin Wu tucked his hands into his sleeves and watched Mu Bingxin with a beaming smile.
She was right there to be seen, but not to be touched.
“You—you’re cheating! This is against the rules!”
Mu Bingxin clutched her body. Her icy skin and jade bones were flushed red, and her ice lotus blue blood was stained with the color of enchantment, making her look like a beautiful red crystal.
This kind of upright—or rather, evil—Qi was simply the natural enemy of the Snow Face Sutra.
No wonder he dared to walk right into her trap!
“There are even more things that break the rules.”
“Lin Wu! I order you, come here right now and let me take a bite!”
Mu Bingxin’s mouth opened and closed as she panted heavily, her teeth itching with frustration.
Her parched throat was desperately thirsty. She wouldn’t mind drinking poison to quench it; at this moment, she only wanted to drink her fill from the tempting blood bag in front of her.
Her icy eyes were fixed on Lin Wu, filled with greedy desire. Nothing else could fit in her vision except for her beloved’s blood.
“Still trying to give orders? That proves the heat isn’t high enough yet.”
Lin Wu tapped the girl’s nose and shook his head while clicking his tongue.
“This is the Fairy Mu I know. By the way, the Blood Charm doesn’t create something from nothing. It only releases the desires suppressed deep within your heart.”
“Rawr!”
Mu Bingxin snapped her mouth shut, trying to bite the teasing finger, but Lin Wu nimbly dodged.
The true self and the avatar were currently caught between ice and fire.
The Sect Master sitting in her cave abode could still maintain the clarity of her Dao heart, but everything the weak avatar experienced in the ice prison was clearly transmitted to her body.
Such an unsightly and embarrassing display filled the icy Sect Master with shame and indignation.
‘I… swear, once I am free, I will surely—give my husband a proper reward!’
“I told you, you won’t have a next time.”
Lin Wu rested his chin on his hand with a playful smile, waiting for the blood patterns to fully achieve submission.
His Master had said that being kind to a Fairy was being cruel to oneself.