Translator: CinderTL
Song Wen abruptly turned to face Ye Bing, who was approaching from behind.
As Ye Bing drew closer, her garments gradually vanished until she stood before Song Wen completely naked.
Gazing upon Ye Bing's exquisite beauty—her perfectly sculpted figure, jade-like skin, and captivating features—Song Wen felt his Qi and Blood surge, his mouth dry, and a burning sensation erupt from his dantian, causing his veins to throb.
"Immortal Maiden... you..." Song Wen's Adam's apple bobbed as he struggled to speak.
"Don't speak," Ye Bing murmured, her crimson lips parting slightly.
They stood inches apart, Song Wen could feel Ye Bing's warm breath, carrying a faint, alluring fragrance, brush against his cheek.
Suddenly, a soft, warm pressure pressed against his lips.
A moment later, a lithe, serpentine tongue slipped into his mouth, delivering a sweet, spiritual nectar that moistened his parched tongue.
The nectar was fragrant and invigorating, revitalizing Song Wen's spirit. He seized the initiative, greedily claiming the kiss.
After a long, lingering moment, their lips parted.
Ye Bing's eyes were glazed with passion, her body flushed and pliant as she collapsed into Song Wen's arms.
"Why don't you even have a bed here?"
"I do now!"
A ten-foot-wide stone bed materialized instantly.
Embracing, the two soared onto the stone bed...
Ten days later.
Song Wen lay on the stone bed, utterly unwilling to move.
Suddenly, he felt the beauty in his arms pull away from his chest.
"Hiss!"
Ye Bing struggled to sit up, letting out a low groan of pain.
Song Wen glanced up at her, now half-sitting.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she replied, though her delicate brows furrowed slightly.
She stood up and began to dress.
Song Wen watched intently, his gaze unwavering.
He sensed an unfamiliar aura radiating from Ye Bing—cold and distant, a stark contrast to her fiery passion of the past few days.
As if sensing the suspicion in his eyes, Ye Bing said softly, "Gou Jun, I must leave."
"Leave?" Song Wen asked, puzzled. "Where are you going?"
"Back to the Qianchang Wilderness to avenge myself against Jiang Yushan. The journey will be fraught with peril, and perhaps... this will be the last time we meet." As she spoke, Ye Bing's hands paused mid-motion as she tied her waist sash. She turned to give Song Wen a long, lingering look.
"We've only just reunited, yet you're already leaving. You stayed in Cloudveil City all this time... were you waiting for me?" Song Wen asked.
"Yes!" Ye Bing replied. "You lured Du'e away alone to save me. I couldn't rest until I knew whether you were alive or dead."
"What if you never see me again?" Song Wen asked.
Ye Bing replied, "If that happens, after I kill Jiang Yushan, I'll find a way to kill Du'e and avenge you."
"Then what was the purpose of the past few days?" Song Wen pressed.
"To repay your kindness," Ye Bing said, her gaze lowering slightly, a hint of melancholy in her voice. "If you hadn't risked your life to save me back then, I would have died at Du'e's hands long ago. Every time we met, you always praised my beauty, so I decided to grant you your wish."
Song Wen pursed his lips, saying nothing.
He was, of course, more than happy to accept this "repayment."
The path of cultivation was inherently monotonous. How could any man resist a woman as stunningly beautiful as Ye Bing?
After dressing and smoothing her disheveled hair, Ye Bing regained her usual aloof and icy demeanor. Her expression was as calm as still water, as if the events of the past few days had never occurred.
She glanced at Song Wen, who was still lying on the bed, and asked, "I have a question that has troubled me for years. I hope you'll answer truthfully."
As she spoke, she flicked her fingers, releasing a wave of frigid energy.
Song Wen's heart tightened as he watched the swirling white frost, unsure why Ye Bing had suddenly attacked. But he quickly relaxed.
The surging cold air, though seemingly bone-chilling, lacked true destructive power. It could only freeze a divine transformation stage cultivator, not harm them.
Intrigued by Ye Bing's intentions, Song Wen offered no resistance, feigning deep panic.
"Immortal..."
Before he could finish the word, he and the stone bed were encased in thick, deep azure ice crystals.
He frantically examined the ice, realizing he was unharmed but immobilized. His expression gradually calmed.
"Immortal Maiden, why are you doing this?"
"Relax, I won't harm you. I just need you to answer a few questions. You've always been dishonest, so I need to use some... persuasion to get the truth. But if your answers displease me, you'll face consequences," Ye Bing said.
"Immortal Maiden, please ask. I will answer truthfully and completely," Song Wen replied.
"When Jiang Yushan lured me to Rotting Miasma Ridge, why were you with him? Also, back then, someone used Jiang Chao's divine soul to trade for information about Jiang Yushan. Was that you?" As she spoke, Ye Bing's eyes locked onto Song Wen, as if trying to detect any flicker of truth in his subconscious reactions.
Song Wen smiled faintly. "I recall the Immortal Maiden asked me these very questions before. At the time, I answered truthfully. Why ask again?"
"Don't try to evade me. It seems you haven't heeded my warning. You need to learn the hard way," Ye Bing said.
She approached the ice crystal, gazing at Song Wen, still completely naked inside. She pressed her hand against the crystal's surface.
A wave of white, icy energy surged from her palm, seeping into the crystal and piercing straight to Song Wen's core.
Ye Bing's lips curled into a playful smile, as if anticipating Song Wen's pained pleas for mercy.
Yet despite the frigid energy invading his body, Song Wen's expression remained unchanged, showing no signs of suffering. Instead, he gazed at Ye Bing through the ice crystal with an infatuated look.
"Immortal Maiden, you should smile more often. When you smile, even the heavens and earth pale in comparison."
The smile on Ye Bing's face froze abruptly.
She hadn't expected Song Wen to not only refuse to beg for mercy as she'd anticipated, but to even have the audacity to tease her.
"Let's see how long you can endure!"
The icy energy flowing from her hand intensified violently.
Yet Song Wen's expression remained calm.
Ye Bing gritted her teeth and intensified the chilling aura.
As the cold grew more potent, its power became sufficient to threaten even a peak divine transformation stage cultivator.
Suddenly, Ye Bing's expression shifted dramatically, her eyes widening with disbelief.
A formidable aura had erupted from Song Wen's body—as heavy as a mountain and as sharp as a gale. In an instant, it shattered the ice crystals that had frozen him, reducing them to countless glittering shards that scattered in all directions.
"You... your cultivation..." Ye Bing stared at Song Wen in shock.
She was certain that when they had traversed the Rotting Miasma Ridge together a century ago, Song Wen's cultivation had only been at the early divine transformation stage.
In just a hundred years, he had actually advanced to the Void Refinement Stage. Ye Bing found this utterly incomprehensible.
(End of the Chapter)
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