Save Me...

Shen Qingyue gritted her teeth.

She tried to use her other hand to push Gu Yang's chest, but when her fingertips touched his scalding skin, she flinched as if she had been burned.

The pushing turned into a caress.

That hand rested limply against his heart, feeling the strong heartbeat there. Her fingertips uncontrollably hooked onto Gu Yang's rough collar.

"Master, if you don't want to die, don't move."

Time waited for no one; Zhao Wuji would be here soon.

He increased the transmission of his spiritual energy.

A fiercer wave of heat surged over, completely shattering Shen Qingyue's last line of defense.

"Mmm... No... Don't..."

The torture of alternating cold and heat made her feel as if she were plunging into an abyss.

Reason told her this was wrong.

But every cell in her body was screaming for more.

That stream of ultimate Yang energy was her only lifeline at this moment, her sole source of warmth in the endless, freezing night.

Finally.

When Gu Yang tentatively tried to withdraw his hand.

"Don't go..."

A murmur, soft as a mosquito's buzz, escaped Shen Qingyue's lips.

The next second, she suddenly opened her eyes. In those previously hazy, watery eyes, where was there even a trace of her usual aloofness and pride?

The hand originally resting against Gu Yang's chest suddenly exerted force, tightly gripping his collar.

She wasn't pushing him away.

She was fiercely pulling him toward herself.

Like a drowning person clinging to driftwood, Shen Qingyue wrapped her entire body around him.

Trembling, she pressed her burning cheek against Gu Yang's cool collarbone.

"Save... Save me..."

Gu Yang felt the delicate body in his arms growing hotter, like a raging fire on the verge of losing control.

Right at this moment.

Midnight had arrived.

The empty space before Gu Yang's eyes distorted slightly, and the familiar deep blue light screen appeared right on time.

[Ding! Daily Intel refreshed successfully.]

[White Intel: The Nine Yin Physique and the Desolate Ancient Ultimate Yang Physique are universally acknowledged in the cultivation world as the perfect match for Dao companions. Simple energy transfer can only temporarily relieve the pain, treating the symptoms but not the root cause. Only through the convergence of Yin and Yang, and the fusion of souls, can the cold poison be completely eradicated bit by bit. Furthermore, both parties will experience an increase in their cultivation base, complementing and benefiting each other.]

[Green Intel: ...]

[...]

Before Gu Yang had time to read the next few pieces of intel that popped up, he was tackled by Shen Qingyue, whose patience had completely run out.

The masculine aura radiating from Gu Yang was, to her at this moment, like a fragrant, sweet water source in the desert.

"Give it to me..."

Shen Qingyue suddenly exerted her strength. The physical power of a Golden Core cultivator, though suppressed, was still formidable, and at this moment, it completely erupted.

The world spun around him.

Gu Yang's vision blurred for a second, and he found himself flipped over and pinned down by her on the massive profound jade bed.

"Master?"

Gu Yang raised an eyebrow.

Shen Qingyue seemed completely unable to hear what he was saying.

Her long hair cascaded down, her eyes were hazy, and her cheeks bore a breathtaking crimson flush.

In her gaze, there was no longer the majesty of a Master.

The white palace dress with gold patterns slipped off.

A perfect, delicate body that could eclipse the world was exposed to Gu Yang's view.

The moment their skin touched.

Shen Qingyue let out a satisfied sigh. Like soft, boneless spring water, her entire body heavily covered his.

...

The spiritual energy within the grand hall suddenly rioted.

The bed curtains swayed wildly.

The two streams of ultimate Yin and ultimate Yang spiritual energy circulated frantically within their bodies, forming a perfect, closed-loop cycle.

Sweat glided down her slender neck and dripped onto the profound jade bed, instantly evaporating into a dense, misty white vapor.

Like a dream, like an illusion.

...

[Ding! Successfully intercepted the golden serendipity — Shen Qingyue of the Nine Yin Physique.]

[Reward: 100 Destiny Points.]

...

Outside the hall, the night was as thick as ink.

The wind and rain were fiercer than before, with bean-sized raindrops violently pattering against the glazed tiles.

"Great Elder, this way, please."

Hongxiu walked in front, carrying a dim horn lantern in her hand. The light and shadow danced across her face, illuminating a sinister smile.

"The southwest corner of this Cloud Smoke Sun-Concealing Formation is the Gate of Life, but also the Gate of Death.

Normally, the spiritual energy here is the most abundant, but on every full moon night, the cold energy becomes too heavy, making it the weak point of the formation instead."

As she spoke, she skillfully avoided several spiritual energy traps that were imperceptible to the naked eye.

Zhao Wuji followed behind her with steady steps, but his usually half-squinted eyes were now flashing with unconcealable heat and excitement.

He touched the jade bottle containing the Dragon and Tiger Pill in his sleeve, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

"You've done well."

His voice was deep, carrying the unique reserve and condescension of someone in power.

"Qingyue... how is she now?"

Hongxiu stopped in her tracks, turned around, and the submissiveness on her face was flawless.

"To answer the Great Elder, this servant has followed your orders and slipped the Joyous Union Powder and Energy-Scattering Powder into Master's spiritual tea.

Now that midnight has passed, Master's cold poison has flared up, and she is also trapped by the effects of the drugs. I'm afraid she is already..."

At this point, she stopped at just the right moment, revealing an expression that said, You know.

"When this servant came out, I faintly heard... quite a commotion in the bedchamber."

"Haha, good, very good!"

Zhao Wuji could no longer conceal the ecstasy in his heart. He threw his head back and laughed aloud, his laughter sounding exceptionally piercing amidst the wind and rain.

Shen Qingyue, oh Shen Qingyue.

Aren't you usually so aloof? Aren't you above worldly desires?

Tonight, this seat shall see just how wanton you, this snow lotus on an iceberg, look in the quagmire of lust!

Once I refine you into a human cauldron and break through to the Nascent Soul realm, who in the entire Falling Cloud Sect would dare to disobey me?

"After the deed is done, you shall be the new steward of Cold Moon Peak."

Zhao Wuji impatiently bypassed Hongxiu and strode toward the tightly shut doors of the Profound Ice Hall.

He was getting closer.

He could even smell that peculiar scent seeping through the cracks of the hall doors—a mixture of an exotic fragrance and chilling cold.

That scent instantly made the spiritual energy within his body boil.

"Junior Sister Qingyue, this seat has come to save you..."

With a lascivious smirk hanging on his face, Zhao Wuji gathered spiritual energy in his hands and violently pushed open the heavy doors.

Boom!

The hall doors swung wide open, and a fierce wave of heat mixed with icy cold air rushed at his face like a beast released from its cage.

"Huh?"

Zhao Wuji's smile instantly froze on his face.

A heatwave?

Since when did the Cold Moon Palace have such a strong heatwave?

The next second, he saw a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

There was no wanton woman with disheveled clothes and an unclear mind as he had imagined.

Nor were there the delicate pants and begging he had anticipated.

In the center of the spacious grand hall, on that massive profound jade seat, a figure dressed in white as pristine as snow sat upright.

Shen Qingyue.

Her clothes were almost excessively neat, every fold looking as if it had been meticulously arranged.

Her black hair was bound impeccably with a dark-colored palace ribbon, revealing that flawless, aloof face.

There was only one difference.

Her face no longer bore its usual sickly pallor.

Instead, it was flushed with a breathtaking rosiness.

Her eyes were as brilliant as cold stars. Where was there even a hint of dissipating spiritual energy?

There was only a bottomless pool of killing intent, profound enough to freeze everything.

"Great Elder, trespassing into my bedchamber late at night—what are your intentions?"

Shen Qingyue's red lips parted slightly, her voice crisp and cold.