Su Muwan’s fate was truly fraught with hardships.
So many vicious cycles of karma.
Perhaps Su Muwan was the only one who had it this bad.
Though Qin Luo longed to use the Scissors of Fate to sever all the tragic threads of her destiny...
Alas...
Just as the Scissors of Fate’s description stated—
Cutting one fate would only give rise to another.
Whether this was good or bad, Qin Luo didn’t dare gamble.
At the very least, he could manage Su Muwan’s current fate.
Aside from that one thread of death, most of the others were simply entanglements with the Chosen Ones.
As long as she didn’t die, everything else was trivial.
Qin Luo put away the Scissors of Fate.
This tool was perfect for dealing with the Chosen Ones, especially those burdened with the most karmic ties.
Speaking of which...
Crunch crunch~
Qin Luo turned his head to see Su Muwan happily munching on potato chips while watching TV.
According to the fate thread he had just severed—
Su Muwan would suffer a flare-up of her Cold Toxin tonight.
And yet, because it would be properly handled, her cultivation would actually advance?
Qin Luo guessed this was due to the instability of Su Muwan’s cultivation technique,
compounded by the aftereffects of her full-powered strike back in Illusory Star City.
Even so...
Qin Luo couldn’t detect any signs of an impending Cold Toxin flare-up in Su Muwan at the moment.
As if sensing his gaze,
Su Muwan turned her head and met his eyes, blinking once.
Then, she held out a chip toward him. "Want some, Luo-Luo?"
Qin Luo smiled faintly. "Sure."
Well, he’d just have to wait until tonight to see whether this so-called fate was real or not.
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......
Time passed slowly.
Late at night.
The darkness was thick, and the room was silent save for the faint rustle of the curtains as a cool breeze drifted in through the window.
Qin Luo lay on the bed, staring idly at the ceiling.
Beside him, Su Muwan was already fast asleep, her breathing steady.
Strange.
It was already deep into the night.
Yet, the Young Miss’s Cold Toxin still hadn’t flared up.
Was this fate a fake?
Just as the thought crossed his mind—
Hum!
A bone-chilling cold suddenly radiated from the figure beside him, as if frost were crystallizing in the air.
??
Qin Luo froze, but before he could react—
An icy hand clamped tightly around his wrist.
The grip was unnaturally strong, carrying an almost oppressive force.
He turned his head and, under the dim moonlight,
saw Su Muwan half-propped up on the bed, her eyes hazy and vacant, her cheeks flushed with an unnatural redness.
Her lips curled into a faint, almost seductive smile.
"Luo-Luo..."
Her voice was low and husky, like a dreamy murmur or a coquettish whimper—yet laced with an undeniable command.
"I’m so cold... Won’t you... help me?"
Right on schedule?
The Cold Toxin flare-up?
And judging by Su Muwan’s current state...
Qin Luo’s heart tightened. It was clear she had lost consciousness—now entirely driven by the Cold Toxin and primal instinct.
The next moment—
Su Muwan leaned forward slightly, her long hair spilling over her shoulders.
Her icy fingers trailed slowly up his wrist, the touch almost teasing.
Her breath brushed against his ear, cold yet paradoxically scorching, a contradiction that was undeniably alluring.
"Say something..." she whispered.
Well, though the Young Miss was undeniably tempting like this...
Her condition was clearly abnormal.
"Young Miss, snap out of it!"
Qin Luo called out softly, trying to rouse her awareness.
But Su Muwan seemed deaf to his words. Her other hand slid onto his shoulder, pressing him down with terrifying strength.
Qin Luo: ???
Why can’t I break free?
"Don’t move..."
Her voice carried a hint of grievance, yet her gaze grew even more unfocused, her lips curving into a bewitching smile.
"You promised... to help me..."
Before he could respond, her body pressed flush against his, the icy contact sending a shiver down his spine.
Her scent—a mix of cold and faint floral sweetness—was intoxicating, impossible to resist.
Qin Luo could feel it—the rampaging Cold Toxin inside her, her instincts screaming for warmth, for him.
With his Addictive Physique, his body was like a furnace to her.
"Young Miss, let go of me first."
Qin Luo tried to break free, but Su Muwan’s grip was shockingly strong, even carrying a trace of martial suppression.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, the cold tips nearly piercing his skin.
"No..."
Her voice was petulant, yet her eyes grew even more distant, as if lost in her own world.
"You lied... Last time too... You said you’d help..."
Hearing this,
Qin Luo swallowed hard. "Young Miss, you have to let go first before I can help you expel the Cold Toxin..."
"Heh, you’re lying. There’s a much simpler way."
Qin Luo’s eye twitched.
Damn it, she’s completely out of it.
No reasoning with her now.
With no other choice,
he channeled his spiritual energy, attempting to gently neutralize the Cold Toxin.
Though less effective than direct acupuncture, it would still help somewhat.
But Su Muwan seemed to sense his intentions. Her body trembled slightly before pressing even closer, her cold lips nearly grazing his neck.
"Luo-Luo... Stay still..."
Her voice was low and velvety, almost commanding.
"Your method... is wrong..."
"Let me show you..."
And then—
Splat!
Su Muwan struck Qin Luo with a burst of Frost Qi,
cutting off his energy flow entirely.
Qin Luo: ???
Hold on—
Su Muwan, what the hell are you doing?!
Before he could react,
Su Muwan grabbed his hand, licked her lips, and gazed at him with flushed cheeks.
"Luo-Luo, this is how you treat it..."
Qin Luo: ???
Wait—
Is this what they call...
"properly handled"?!!!
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And the system notifications chimed all night long.
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......
The next morning.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Su Muwan, brimming with vibrant spiritual energy, cheerfully skipped into the laundry room.
She beamed at Qin Luo, who was washing bedsheets.
"Luo-Luo-Luo! Look!"
"My cultivation actually improved overnight!"
Grinning, she added, "This is the talent of a Martial Supreme!"
"Now I can even perform soul projection!"
Then, noticing Qin Luo silently scrubbing the sheets, she tilted her head.
"Qin Luo, what are you doing? Why are you washing bedsheets so early?"
Qin Luo glanced at her—now even more radiant after her "upgrade"—and sighed softly before resuming his vigorous scrubbing.
"The Young Miss is truly ruthless..."
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