Chapter 1017: Loss of Control

Mu Xuanyin’s voice was soft, yet it was cold, merciless, and clearly tinged with anger. Unlike the incident at the Netherfrost Heavenly Lake, this was the first time she had genuinely gotten angry with Yun Che. She was angry at his ungratefulness!

“Disciple… has let Master down.” Yun Che’s heart tightened as he lowered his head, not daring to meet Mu Xuanyin’s eyes. He knew that Mu Xuanyin was doing all this to fulfill his wish, and the primordial yin of three thousand Ice Phoenix disciples… this was a massive loss for the entire sect, yet Mu Xuanyin was willing to pay such a price for him.

Furthermore, her scheming against Huo Rulie to obtain the Golden Crow’s Record of the Burning World from him was also for Yun Che’s sake. Although it was only his first day as her disciple, her kindness towards him was already immense.

He had just said that as long as he could reach the Divine Tribulation Realm before the Profound God Convention, he would be willing to try any method, even a glimmer of hope… But in the blink of an eye, he was refusing… This "I’ve let Master down" came from the bottom of his heart.

As he bowed his head, his gaze fell upon Mu Feixue, who was still kneeling. Instantly, his vision blurred, and a figure of breathtaking beauty, like an ice fairy, appeared before his eyes.

Little Fairy… The first time he saw Mu Feixue, he couldn’t help but think of Chu Yuechan. Her temperament and gaze were so similar to Chu Yuechan’s, and even their appearances shared a degree of resemblance.

He knew Mu Feixue wasn’t Chu Yuechan; his little fairy was unique in this world. But now, being close to her again, he couldn’t help but think of that ethereal figure he was destined to let down for a lifetime… and the image subtly overlapped with Mu Feixue in his line of sight. She wasn’t her, no… Yun Che silently shook his head.

“Let me down?” Mu Xuanyin frowned, “Do you think you have the right to refuse something your Master has decided!?”

Crack! Mu Xuanyin extended a hand, and an exceptionally violent sound of ice solidifying came from behind Yun Che. Yun Che instinctively turned around, only to see several thick layers of ice overlapping horizontally and vertically, instantly forming an ice chamber less than three zhang square.

The moment Yun Che turned around, Mu Xuanyin flipped her palm, and a blood bead emitting a strange red light hovered at her fingertips, then sharply pierced towards Yun Che’s chest.

“Ugh!” Under Yun Che’s unprepared gasp, the red blood bead, propelled by Mu Xuanyin’s profound energy, instantly surged into Yun Che’s body, merging with his blood.

Yun Che possessed a Fiend Fire Body, impervious to all fires; even if the Golden Crow Flame engulfed him, he wouldn’t feel the slightest discomforting heat. But the instant this drop of blood entered his body, he felt as if a ball of fire had exploded in his chest, then quickly radiated throughout his entire body… This unprecedented reaction made Yun Che gasp in alarm: “Master, what is… this?”

“It’s the blood of an ancient Horned Dragon from the God Burying Inferno!” Mu Xuanyin said coldly.

“...!” Yun Che’s pupils constricted sharply.

Mu Bingyun had once told him that the ancient Horned Dragons of the God Burying Inferno… their breath was extremely poisonous, and their blood was extremely lewd!

Its poison was so potent that even someone as strong as Mu Bingyun nearly died. As for its blood…

“That ancient Horned Dragon’s blood is the ultimate essence of yang and lewdness! Though it’s only a single drop, let alone someone like you who has just entered the Divine Way, even a Divine Spirit Realm practitioner would be utterly unable to resist! I want to see if your body is as stubborn as your mouth!”

Mu Xuanyin’s words, and the sudden influx of an abnormally scorching aura, caused Mu Feixue to turn her bright eyes… In just a few breaths, Yun Che’s face and all his exposed skin had turned crimson, as if seared by fire. His breathing was heavy like an ox, and sweat poured from his forehead like rain.

“Hiss… ah…” All the blood in his body seemed to have turned into magma, boiling violently and setting his very being ablaze.

He possessed the Sky Poison Pearl and feared no poison in the world… But this, precisely, was not a poison, but the supreme Yang Dragon blood.

By this point, he couldn’t help but understand what Mu Xuanyin was doing. The intensity of the Horned Dragon blood’s yang energy was terrifying to the extreme; in all the years he had followed Yun Gu, he had seen countless aphrodisiacs, but not a single one could compare to a ten-thousandth of this single drop of dragon blood.

But even if he wanted to escape, it was impossible. Mu Xuanyin’s palm had already lightly brushed his chest.

Yun Che was blasted away, landing with perfect precision inside the narrow ice chamber. Immediately after, Mu Feixue was also lifted by a cold gust of wind and dropped into the ice chamber. Even her profound energy was completely sealed, rendering her unable to use any of it.

Crack! A flash of blue light, and a layer of ice instantly solidified, sealing the ice chamber tightly. This ice was personally laid down by Mu Xuanyin; even millions of Yun Ches and Mu Feixues combined couldn’t break it open.

These ice layers were not transparent; they not only blocked vision but also completely isolated sound. The Sacred Hall instantly became silent. Mu Xuanyin’s moon-like eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her exquisite, icy face veiled with cold light, her anger seemingly unabated.

Within the Ice Phoenix Divine Hall, direct descendants with the Ice Phoenix’s primordial yin were extremely rare, and each one possessed a very high status and talent in the Snow Song Realm. For Yun Che, she was indeed paying an enormous price. And this was truly the most plausible method she could conceive to help Yun Che reach the Divine Tribulation Realm before the Profound God Convention.

Moreover, this should have been an irresistible temptation for any man… especially for the uninhibited Yun Che, as described by Mu Bingyun. Yet, he dared to brazenly refuse! How could she not be angry, alongside her surprise!

And since this was her decision, Yun Che could only choose to be willing or unwilling, but he lacked the ability and right to refuse!

Her arm slowly lowered. As her snowy robes gently swayed, Mu Xuanyin slowly turned around… And the moment her body turned, her slightly furrowed brows slowly smoothed out, then subtly curved downward. The chilling aura that had made others tremble silently dissipated like melting snow. Her lips, brimming with endless icy majesty, parted slightly, forming a delicate curve that, in an instant, seemed to make a thousand flowers bloom, radiating boundless charm.

“Such a troublesome little imp, not obedient at all.”

She murmured to herself, but her voice no longer held the slightest trace of its former biting coldness. Instead, it was soft and sweet, and her beautiful eyes, devoid of any chill, shimmered with a gentle glow, radiating a languid charm like one awakening from a pleasant dream.

“Feixue is Huanzhi’s only granddaughter, so Che’er must cherish her and not damage her, okay?”

With a soft chuckle, like a witch who had successfully played a trick, Mu Xuanyin’s snowy robes swayed, and she vanished like dissipating ice mist.

However, she did not leave the Sacred Hall but floated high above, closing her eyes and concentrating. She was far more aware than Yun Che of the intense yang nature of the Horned Dragon’s blood. Just one drop could make even a Divine Spirit Realm profound practitioner irresistible… this statement was no exaggeration.

With Yun Che’s profound energy, no matter how strong his willpower, he would lose all reason and be completely dominated within ten breaths at most… And sharing the ice chamber with him was Mu Feixue, whose profound energy she had sealed, rendering her utterly defenseless.

Under the supreme Yang Dragon blood, even someone as ugly as a sow would be driven into a frenzy… let alone Mu Feixue, whose beauty was unparalleled and unmatched in the entire sect.

And under Mu Feixue’s extremely powerful and pure Ice Phoenix primordial yin, his recovery would also be swift… In half an hour, she would open the ice chamber. This was because she genuinely worried that Yun Che, losing control, might damage Mu Feixue, whose profound energy was sealed.

Time passed in cold silence. A quarter of an hour… then two quarters passed quietly. Mu Xuanyin slowly opened her icy eyes and looked towards the ice chamber.

By this time, Yun Che must have already obtained Mu Feixue’s primordial yin… But even as the Snow Song Realm King, she could never have imagined what was actually happening inside the ice chamber.

“Ahhh… Ugh ahhh… Ah!!” Yun Che was roaring like a madman, his voice already hoarse, as if enduring the greatest pain in the world.

His entire set of snowy robes was in tatters, with every torn section stained with crimson blood. His hair was already a tangled mess, his hands continuously clawed at himself, and his head repeatedly slammed against the ice wall, creating loud, deafening thuds.

His entire body’s blood was incredibly hot, and his body was scalding as if about to explode. The desire to savagely ravish Mu Feixue consumed every cell of his body, eroding his last vestiges of reason and sanity.

In another corner of the ice chamber, Mu Feixue stood silently, like a meticulously carved ice crystal maiden. Only her eyes, like transformed stars, subtly rippled with an unprecedented turmoil.

She had heard from Mu Huanzhi about the terrifying nature of the Horned Dragon’s blood. The moment she entered the Sacred Hall, she had thought about her impending fate. She hadn’t considered resisting… nor could she, because it was the Sect Master’s command.

She knew her own beauty; the men in the sect always looked at her with awe, infatuation, and stupefaction… as well as a sense of inferiority and unexpressed longing. And even if she were ugly, her Ice Phoenix primordial yin would still be an irresistible temptation to anyone.

And before her was the only person who could take it at will…

But… he desperately roared to vent, desperately clawed at himself, desperately slammed his head against the wall, yet for a full two quarters of an hour, under the torment of the Horned Dragon’s blood, he still did not touch her, who was utterly defenseless.

His roars gradually faded into silence, as if his throat had been torn. Beneath him lay a large pool of blood and sweat. His body was twisted in an extremely painful posture, huddled in the corner with his back to her, seemingly desperate to make himself forget her presence.

The Horned Dragon’s blood, which even Divine Spirit Realm practitioners couldn’t resist, he had endured until now. It was impossible to imagine what immense willpower and terrible pain this required… Mu Feixue stared at him in a daze. This situation was completely unlike anything she had expected. She also didn’t understand why, despite it being the Sect Master’s command, despite her own unparalleled beauty being irresistible, and despite it bringing him endless benefits… why he would rather endure such immense pain than touch her.

“What… are you enduring?” Her ice-like lips gently parted, uttering a dreamlike sound. Perhaps this was the first time in her life she had actively spoken to a male outside of her elders. And these hazy words seemed to be an active invitation for him to defile her.

What was he enduring…? At this moment, perhaps even Yun Che himself didn’t know. Perhaps it was Chu Yuechan’s shadow, or perhaps it was his unwillingness to have his will utterly defeated by a single drop of Horned Dragon blood.

However, Mu Feixue’s soft, icy female voice instantly shattered Yun Che’s final line of defense, which had been desperately trying to forget her existence…

Yun Che’s roars ceased. His body suddenly spun around, and a pair of blood-red eyes, like a wild beast’s, fixated on Mu Feixue, who stood frozen there…

Bang!! His heart pounded wildly, his blood boiled fiercely. The desire to ravage Mu Feixue consumed all of Yun Che’s will. Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, he lunged at Mu Feixue… But he lost his balance due to his weakened state, collapsing onto Mu Feixue’s legs and knocking her heavily to the ground.

Rip!! His lower garment was instantly torn by the frenzied Yun Che. A jade-white, slender leg, glowing with an icy, snowy sheen, was revealed before Yun Che’s eyes. He stroked it greedily, pressing his entire face against the beautiful leg. The smooth, soft touch and the subtle fragrance carrying the scent of ice and snow soothed the fire that was almost bursting his body, yet simultaneously made it burn even fiercer.