“What are you waiting for?”
Mu Bingxin blinked, her toes playfully nudging Lin Wu’s chin as she slightly arched her instep.
‘Just an incarnation clearly isn’t enough to satisfy my husband’s appetite. What he wants is all of me, until both his body and mind are completely permeated by the blood charm.’
Although her understanding of the process was a bit skewed, Lin Wu’s ultimate goal was indeed something along those lines.
The mutual, morbid desire for possession made Mu Bingxin even happier, though she kept those feelings safely tucked away in her other body.
The fair, delicate foot was right before his eyes, looking like a cluster of crystal grapes tempting him to pluck them.
“Take your foot away, enchantress! Stop acting crazy here, or I can’t guarantee what the elders will see if they walk in.”
Lin Wu resisted the intense Spiritual Pressure and turned his head away, politely declining the Fairy’s invitation. At the same time, a small mirror appeared in his palm, replaying a projection.
“Just let me hold you for a bit, I promise I’ll only take one little sip!”
A sobbing voice echoed through the cold palace.
However, Lin Wu was disappointed. Mu Bingxin’s expression remained unchanged, as if the silver-haired girl begging thirstily in the image were someone else entirely. Meanwhile, far away in Meng Yao’s little nest, the actual silver-haired girl collapsed in shame and indignation.
“Why are you showing me this? Is there a problem with me being intimate with my Dao companion and satisfying my husband’s special kinks?”
“Whose kink is it!?”
“Is it not yours? Last time, Husband left many unforgettable memories on my toes. It was… so… hot!”
Mu Bingxin clicked her tongue and shook her head, smiling as she pulled out her own piece of evidence. It was a pair of ice-silk white socks emitting a faint fragrance, with obvious signs of a “crime” committed upon them.
What was this? A battle trophy exhibition?
“I just opened your crotch this morning. Has the Fairy forgotten already?”
“I remember it very clearly. But that was in another body; I couldn’t feel a thing.”
Mu Bingxin narrowed her eyes and chuckled, her defense impeccable.
Lin Wu’s face flushed as he gnashed his teeth. He had no way to deal with her and could only resort to a fierce threat.
“Fine! Let’s just hurt each other then. However you humiliate me now, I’ll pay you back twofold when I get back. Stay hidden in your ice box forever if you have the guts!”
“Still talking tough. Is Husband sure it’s humiliation and not a reward?”
Mu Bingxin’s frosty face remained calm as she flipped her hand to produce a Blood Plasma Jade Pot, slowly pouring it out. Red Lotus Blood flowed down her smooth calf and dripped from her toes.
The pungent scent of blood ignited the predatory light in Lin Wu’s eyes. He immediately opened his mouth to retaliate, lunging forward and knocking over the jade pot.
Blood splattered all over Mu Bingxin, staining her pristine Ice Lotus clothes red.
“You!”
Mu Bingxin’s brows shot up. She had always been a person who loved cleanliness. She reached out, grabbing Lin Wu’s neck with her five fingers and dragging him to her chest.
But remembering her beloved disciple’s advice, she softened her tone and let out a gentle sigh.
“What an ill-bred little dog. I wanted you to catch it with your mouth, not bite your master. But it’s fine. It’s my responsibility that Husband has become like this. I will retame you into my image ♪.”
‘Yes, I must be gentle. I must be feminine. I can’t just commit domestic violence whenever I want.’
‘Meng Yao was right. It’s normal for couples to bicker. What matters is mutual tolerance.’
‘You lick me, I lick you. The more we lick, the deeper the feelings. This is what they call sharing every drop of life!’
As the “snowy peaks” pressed down, burying Lin Wu’s face, he had no idea what kind of madness Mu Bingxin was indulging in now. He spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, which sank into the white valley of her chest, as his limbs grew increasingly stiff.
“Pah! Dirty thing. God knows how long it’s been since you bathed. It’s too early to say who the master is!”
Mu Bingxin tucked her silver hair back and glanced down at the teeth marks on her ankle. Following her disciple’s guidance, she reinterpreted his mockery.
‘My cunning husband… he stained my clothes. His intention is far too obvious, isn’t it?’
“Hmph, quite the picky eater. If you want to bathe with me, just say so.”
“Get lost, enchantress! Who wants to bathe with you!?”
Lin Wu was sprawled over Mu Bingxin. The more he struggled, the deeper he sank into the soft, snowy embrace.
‘Something is very wrong with the Fairy today!’
Mu Bingxin flipped her hand, and the Ice Lotus Throne beneath them began to sink slowly. As the lotus pedestal descended and the petals unfurled, pure spiritual liquid surged from within. In an instant, a chilly mist filled the air.
Lin Wu was stunned. This thing was actually an artifact the Sect Master used for her baths!?
“Satisfied?”
Mu Bingxin took the jade hairpin into her mouth, letting her silver hair cascade over her shoulders as her slender hands gently undid her waist buckle. As the lotus garment slid off her icy skin and jade bones, a flawless, translucent beauty was revealed, breathtakingly beautiful.
The Fairy was stripping without a single word of warning?
The moment Lin Wu got free, he turned his back, not daring to look. He didn’t possess “extreme cold blood” to resist such a sight.
Mu Bingxin’s smile widened. She had captured a clear signal.
‘Look at that. My loyal guard has already unsheathed his sword, standing at attention to swear an oath to his master.’
“The daily question: Has the little dog found his way home today?”
“Be normal! Speak properly! I didn’t come here to play along with your insanity!”
Lin Wu felt that this version of Mu Bingxin—the one who had carved out her seven emotions and six desires—seemed even more obsessive. She was completely beyond the realm of common sense.
“Who is being insane? Am I not discussing important matters with the Holy Son? What could be more important than satisfying my husband’s cravings?”
Lin Wu’s protest was ignored as Mu Bingxin doubled down, treating everything he said as the opposite of his true feelings.
“There, all clean. Now you can use your mouth to your heart’s content. Don’t be too excited, though—be careful not to break your teeth.”
An ice-crystal foot emerged from the water, passing through the swirling spiritual mist. Her voice was infinitely tender.
“Eek!”
Lin Wu shuddered as a chilly sensation hit him. The frosty trail spread across his back, giving him goosebumps.
The Fairy’s malady had relapsed. Her tongue was starting to wander again. If they stayed in this bath any longer, he would eventually be swallowed whole.
*Splash!*
Lin Wu had just tried to leap out of the cold pool when his foot was hooked, sending him crashing back into the water. he swallowed several gulps of the sweet spiritual liquid.
“Urgh!”
When he realized this was Mu Bingxin’s bathwater, Lin Wu’s face turned green.
“Tch. Trying to run again? It seems you haven’t grown much in the last three years.”
“Enchantress, don’t forget that your avatar is still in my hands! If we go down together, you’ll never have hope of reaching Void Refinement in this life!”
Lin Wu’s red clothes were soaked through as he shouted in exasperation.
Mu Bingxin, however, saw his weak threat as a sign of him softening. She leaned triumphantly against the youth’s chest, snuggling into his shoulder.
‘A soft tongue scraping the skin really is more effective than the pressure of a snowy mountain. Just a little coaxing and Husband gets all flustered.’
“Don’t be angry. I just wanted to help Husband cool his fire. Look at you, you’ve almost boiled the pool dry. Are you trying to flip the entire Goddess Peak?”
@#￥%……
Lin Wu’s expression shifted between red and green as his weakness was once again seized by those slender, jade-like limbs.
Was she cooling his fire or starting one?
This scheming Fairy had stopped trying to fight him head-on and was playing dirty now!
However, this time, Mu Bingxin wasn’t aggressive. She simply cupped Lin Wu’s face, her tone softening.
“I know you have hatred in your heart. But Husband, have you ever considered that even if we had escaped Goddess Peak that day, we would never have escaped Kunlun Ruins? You were already marked by the Golden Lotus… and I didn’t want you to die.”
Lin Wu was stunned. The arrow was already on the string; this didn’t seem like the right time for such a conversation.
Before he could process it, a cold wind blew past, and the doors to the Ice Palace suddenly swung open.
“We pay our respects to the Sect Master!”
Lin Wu was scared out of his wits. This scene was a bit too explosive for the Red Lotus elders to handle.
Mu Bingxin, however, remained completely calm. She shoved his head underwater with one hand and leaned back against the Ice Lotus, leisurely turning around.