The heavy, oversized snow-white fox fur coat was casually discarded on the black ice stone by the shore.
Ten years of agonizing illness had vanished in a single day. That peerless, delicate body, which countless demonic sects had dreamed of day and night, had finally broken free from its shackles completely.
She leaned quietly against the shallows at the edge of the frigid pool, allowing the eerie blue water—cold enough to shatter bones—to wash over her chest.
A faint layer of white mist floated on the surface of the water.
Yet it could not conceal the breathtakingly full curves beneath the water.
She wore only a plain silk undergarment, thin as cicada wings.
Now, the fabric was thoroughly soaked by the pool's water, turning almost transparent and clinging tightly to her mature, voluptuous curves.
Water droplets slid down her cascading, pitch-black hair, dripping onto shoulders as pale and cold as the finest mutton-fat jade.
They meandered all the way down along that fragile and sexy collarbone.
Devoid of its sickly pallor, Zhao Yuelian's skin now glowed with an extremely healthy, delicate luster.
Against the backdrop of the eerie blue water, her whiteness was almost blinding.
She tilted her head up slightly, her slender, graceful neck tracing a breathtakingly fragile line.
On that kingdom-toppling, peerlessly beautiful face, her eyes were slightly closed.
A few crystal-clear water droplets hung on her long eyelashes, trembling gently with her steady, drawn-out breaths.
With every breath, the swell beneath the water would rise and fall intensely, stirring up the sound of splashing water.
She raised her hand, her perfectly proportioned fingertips gently playing with the water's surface.
The pads of her fingers, bearing imperceptible thin calluses from years of holding a sword, left ripples as they brushed across the water.
The cold, ascetic divinity contrasted with the temptation of her wet body in the bath.
Suddenly.
A flurry of messy, heavy footsteps brutally tore through the tranquility of the frigid pool.
Zhao Yuelian's eyes snapped open, a cold glint flashing in her limpid, autumn-water eyes.
"Who is it?!"
The terrifying spiritual pressure of the late Core Formation stage instantly locked down the entire space.
But in the next instant.
When she clearly saw the appearance of the intruder, all her defenses and pressure instantly collapsed, like ice and snow melting away.
Even her breathing came to an abrupt halt.
Gu Yang crashed through the thick mist like a ferocious beast bathed in fire.
He didn't even spare a single glance at the stunning spring scenery in the frigid pool.
He walked straight to the stone steps at the edge of the shallows and sat down heavily.
Bending his legs, he plunged everything below his knees into the piercingly cold, eerie blue water without hesitation.
"Sizzle—!!!"
It was like a boiling hot branding iron being thrown into ice water.
The pool water around Gu Yang's calves instantly boiled!
Massive plumes of thick white steam shot up into the sky.
His eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his temples throbbed violently like horned dragons.
Even from several yards away, Zhao Yuelian could clearly feel that a terrifying, berserk power was rampaging inside this man's body!
Zhao Yuelian stared blankly at Gu Yang, who was sitting on the steps, trembling all over from the torment of the intense heat.
Her heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand, and even her soul let out a trembling cry of sorrow in this moment.
Why?
He was clearly just a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator; why was there such a terrifying backlash inside his body?!
A layer of mist instantly clouded Zhao Yuelian's beautiful eyes.
Countless crazy thoughts flashed uncontrollably through her mind.
The Immortal Burial Forbidden Ground... the ancient Concentric Gu...
That was a place of absolute death, where not even Nascent Soul stage monsters would dare to easily set foot!
As a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, what kind of tragic price had he paid? How much of his lifeblood essence had he overdrawn to snatch back this sole antidote for her from that mountain of corpses and sea of blood?!
Just now, in front of her, he had pretended to be so cold, so nonchalant.
He hadn't even been willing to say a single superfluous word, merely dropping the Gu worm and leaving.
It turned out... he had already been at the end of his rope!
It turned out that he was using his own crumbling, broken body to forcefully endure all the backlash and fatal tribulations for her and for Wanyin!
He didn't want her to see him in such a wretched state.
He didn't want to burden her with a debt of gratitude greater than the heavens.
That was why he hid alone in this Unfeeling Frigid Pool, attempting to use this piercingly cold water to forcibly suppress the fatal raging fire inside his body that was enough to burn him to ashes!
"Thump... thump..."
The Crimson Child Gu deep within Zhao Yuelian's dantian sensed the rampage of the Mother Gu's host and began to let out extremely anxious cries.
That bond of connected bloodlines and resonating souls rushed straight up her meridians into her mind.
Zhao Yuelian bit her lower lip hard, her tears finally breaking the dam and sliding down her wet cheeks into the pool.
Having cultivated for a hundred years, she was used to seeing those hypocrites who were all talk about benevolence, righteousness, and morality.
But this man before her was the sole exception.
He had granted her a new life in the most brutal way, yet left the most fatal destruction for himself.
Using a disguise of coldness, he had forcefully smashed her heart, which had been frozen for years, to pieces!
What aloofness, what modesty, what dignity of a Core Formation elder.
In this moment, all of it was thrown to the back of her mind.
Zhao Yuelian did not go to grab the snow-white fox fur on the shore that was enough to cover her modesty.
Wearing only that transparent undergarment that was completely soaked and clinging to her full, delicate body.
Dragging her fair legs, which were like top-grade mutton-fat jade, she walked step by step toward Gu Yang through the waist-deep frigid pool.
The water flowed over her astonishing curves, making a splashing sound that would make one's ears burn.
Ten steps.
Five steps.
She stopped in front of Gu Yang.
Gu Yang slightly raised his head.
Those bloodshot black eyes, exuding extreme mania, met Zhao Yuelian's limpid autumn-water eyes, which were filled with devotion and infatuation.
Without any hesitation.
Zhao Yuelian bent her knees underwater and slowly knelt before Gu Yang's submerged calves.
The freezing pool water covered her chest, leaving only a section of her fragile, graceful neck and that peerlessly beautiful face above the surface.
She reached out her hands, veiled in a faint watery mist and as cold as blocks of ice.
Extremely gently, yet extremely firmly, she placed them over Gu Yang's fire-hot knees.
The extremes of ice and fire collided.
Gu Yang's body stiffened abruptly, and Zhao Yuelian shuddered all over from the heat, but she gritted her teeth tightly and did not move away an inch.
"Benefactor..."
Zhao Yuelian's voice was terribly hoarse, carrying a thick, unresolvable charm.
She tilted her head up, her soaking wet black hair clinging to her cold, pale cheeks.
"The Yang energy inside your body has completely gone out of control. If you forcibly suppress it, your meridians will surely be shattered inch by inch."
Her soft, boneless little hands slowly climbed upward along Gu Yang's knees, bringing a strange, tingling numbness.
"The Concentric Gu is an ancient Love Gu."
"When the Mother Gu goes rampant, the Child Gu cannot survive alone. You and I are now connected in blood and qi; we thrive together, and we perish together."
Zhao Yuelian's breathing became extremely rapid, her warm breath hitting Gu Yang's tense calves through the water mist.
A madness akin to a moth darting into a flame ignited in her limpid autumn-water eyes.
"Only through the union of Yin and Yang can the Child Gu completely merge with my divine soul, feeding back into the Mother Gu and suppressing this evil fire."
She closed the distance bit by bit, until her kingdom-toppling, stunning face was pressed close to the hem of Gu Yang's rough cloth garments.
"Yuelian once swore an oath to the heavens."
"Whether righteous or demonic, no matter who it was, as long as they could pull me from that abyss where life was worse than death..."
She tilted her chin up slightly and closed her eyes, allowing the water droplets to trail down her delicate nose.
"I, Zhao Yuelian, the former Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect, am willing to offer up my natal soul and give absolutely everything!"
"Benefactor, you not only granted me a second life, but also suppressed the agonizing torment of my backlash..."
She abruptly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with an undeniable submission and deep hunger.
Her water-soaked silk undergarment, swaying with the ripples of the water, faintly revealed a maddeningly exquisite allure.
"This body has already been washed clean."
Trembling, she pressed her scalding cheek firmly against Gu Yang's leg, which felt as though it were burning with a raging fire.
"I beg you, Benefactor... harvest my essence."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
