Remnant Snow in the Southern Palace

After returning, Ling Fei'er grew angrier the more she thought about it. She began smashing the flowers, plants, vases, and decorations in her cave abode.

Though she didn’t like Gu Qingfeng, she hated even more that Nangong Xue had snatched him away!

The flames of jealousy burned fiercely in her heart, and a demonic madness surged in her eyes.

"Nangong Xue! Gu Qingfeng! You shameless pair!" Ling Fei'er gnashed her teeth.

At this moment, she could barely suppress the raging demonic energy within her.

Compared to Gu Qingfeng, she actually hated Nangong Xue more—she loathed how the other girl was always just a little better than her in everything!

Since childhood, no matter how well Ling Fei'er did, Nangong Xue always managed to outshine her by a hair.

That tiny difference was why their master’s eyes only ever saw Nangong Xue!

And now, even men were the same!

She had made the first move, yet Gu Qingfeng had immediately turned to Nangong Xue!

Whenever outsiders saw her, they would always say the same thing: "So this is Ling Fei'er, one of the Twin Jades of the Sword Sect! Truly peerless in talent and beauty."

"I hear the other one is even more gifted and even more stunning—how I’d love to see her!"

These were the words Ling Fei'er despised most. She hated being compared to Nangong Xue.

But now, what she hated even more was that such remarks had almost vanished.

Ever since Nangong Xue became the Holy Maiden of the Frostpeak lineage, the title "Twin Jades of the Sword Sect" had become meaningless. There were no longer two—only the Holy Maiden, Nangong Xue!

"Aaaah!"

Those judgments echoed in Ling Fei'er’s mind like the whispers of an inner demon, driving her to madness.

Just then, Nangong Xue’s voice suddenly came from outside the cave.

Ling Fei'er stopped her tantrum, taking deep breaths to calm herself.

Nangong Xue stepped inside, surveying the mess with a hint of discomfort on her icy face. "Junior Sister, things aren’t as you think."

"Senior Sister flatters me. Romance is only natural—there’s no need to explain. I simply never imagined the lofty Holy Maiden of the Sword Sect would ever let a man touch her. Truly eye-opening." Ling Fei'er replied coldly.

Nangong Xue looked awkward and explained the bet between her and Gu Qingfeng.

Ling Fei'er barely reacted, only uttering a faint "Oh."

Then Nangong Xue asked, "And what about you two...?"

"Hmph. Just unrequited feelings, that’s all." Ling Fei'er mocked herself.

Nangong Xue grew even more uncomfortable. "Junior Sister, you know I practice the Path of Severed Emotions. I will never take a Dao companion in this lifetime, so you needn’t worry—I won’t compete with you for Gu Qingfeng. If not for Master’s orders, I would never have crossed paths with him. But as your senior sister, I must warn you... Gu Qingfeng is not a good man. You’d best..."

Ling Fei'er pretended to agree, but inwardly sneered.

Not competing with me? What are you implying?

That if you wanted him, I wouldn’t even stand a chance?

Am I, Ling Fei'er, now reduced to needing your charity to find a man?

You hypocritical wretch, pretending to care while looking down on me with your smug superiority!

Just wait, Nangong Xue! One day, I’ll tear off your mask, drag you down from your pedestal, and trample you into the mud—turning you into Nangong the Broken Snow!

After exchanging hollow pleasantries, Ling Fei'er finally saw Nangong Xue off.

Alone in her cave, she sat dazed for a moment before suddenly standing up, her face twisted with hatred and demonic fury.

"No. I can’t go on like this. I must take revenge!

If I do nothing, those two will only grow closer. Gu Qingfeng, just wait—even if I must endure humiliation, I’ll turn you into a demon thrall and ruin you completely!"

As she spoke, the demonic rage on her face vanished, replaced by a delicate, tear-stained beauty—like a wronged girl next door.

Then she left, heading straight for Gu Qingfeng, her mind already scheming how to manipulate him.

But when she arrived at Reverse Scale Peak, her fury exploded.

Because there was Gu Qingfeng, flirting with another female disciple.

"Stop right there." Gu Qingfeng called out to a young woman not far away.

The female disciple, clearly new and timid, froze at his command.

"Elder Gu... you called for me?"

She shyly lowered her head, not daring to meet his striking features, her small hands nervously twisting the hem of her robe.

"New here?" Gu Qingfeng asked loftily.

"Yes... I just joined the sect."

"You’re quite pretty."

The female disciple’s face flushed crimson, leaving her flustered.

"Come here and let this elder kiss you."

"W-what?!" She gaped, but the refusal died in her throat as she took in his ethereal grace.

The love of beauty is universal—not just men yearn for a taste of loveliness, but women too when faced with a handsome man.

That’s why nightclubs don’t just have hostesses, but male escorts as well.

"What’s with the shock? It’s not free. A hundred spirit stones, and you get to kiss the most handsome man in the Sword Sect. Where else would you find such a deal?"

The female disciple was dumbfounded. "But... I don’t have a hundred."

"How much do you have?"

"Only fifty."

"Fine. This elder’s in a good mood today—half price. No discounts next time."

Her face lit up. "Thank you, Elder!"

Only after speaking did she realize what she’d agreed to, her cheeks burning so hot she wished the ground would swallow her.

Luckily, Ling Fei'er intervened.

"Elder Gu~ What are you doing?" A sweet but lethally cold voice rang out.

Ling Fei'er appeared before Gu Qingfeng in a flash, smiling like a blooming flower.

"I need to speak with Elder Gu. You may leave."

Reluctantly, the female disciple was shooed away.

She resolved to save up—after all, Elder Gu’s half-price offer was only for today. Next time, it’d be a hundred spirit stones.

Gu Qingfeng scowled. "Ling Fei'er, what’s your problem? Ruining my fun like this."

Pouting pitifully, Ling Fei'er whimpered, "Elder Gu, do you really dislike Fei'er so much?"

"It’s not about dislike. First come, first served. Get in line—I’ll get to you later."

Ling Fei'er nearly lost it. Was a beauty like her not enough? Just how many women did he need?!

Gu Qingfeng, you bastard! The day will come when you beg me!