Lin Shu’s face was flushed.
She did not know if it was because of the steam or something else, but ever since the hex had been broken, she felt unable to look Yun Liu in the eye, especially when they were alone.
Moreover, the closer she got to the young master, a mysterious stir would emerge from the hidden depths of her heart.
‘Could it be that the painful memories taught at Silver Sparrow Terrace are so deep-rooted that they’ve become an instinct?’
‘That would be truly terrible…’
Yun Liu looked up at the starry sky and exhaled comfortably.
He planned to rest for a moment before reporting his safety.
Remembering his most troublesome patient gave him a bit of a headache.
Having failed to return as scheduled, he had prepared himself to be turned into a popsicle upon his return.
He had even specifically told Qin Xing and the others to wear more layers.
However, the scene of the Celestial Phenomena Peak freezing the Snow Falling Sword Sect had not occurred; everything was as usual.
Did this mean Yan Bingling’s condition had improved, and it was time to move on to the next course of treatment?
As the moon rose over the branches, Yun Liu changed into clean clothes and rode the wind across the Sea of Clouds, leaving Miss Lin behind.
The fishbone longsword gifted by Qin Xing was quite handy.
Although it lacked the quality to be refined into a life-bound Dharma treasure, it was at least much better than his previous rank-one toy.
He had originally intended to wait until the next morning to greet his Aunt Master, but he simply could not stop worrying, especially about the Demon-fallen Master at night.
The Cold Palace was desolate and lifeless, as if no one had visited for a long time.
Yun Liu did not deliberately hide his aura.
Logically speaking, he should not have been able to hide from Yan Bingling’s Divine Sense.
Whether it was the dignified Master or the crazed, demonic version of her, she should have been waiting here anxiously.
‘Could she have gone down the mountain to chase after her son because she feared I wouldn’t return?’
With her personality, it was highly likely!
“Aunt Master?”
Passing through the bamboo forest, Yun Liu walked to the door of the pavilion and knocked tentatively.
This was far too abnormal.
He pushed the door open.
The furnishings inside remained unchanged, exactly as they were when he left, as if the entire Celestial Phenomena Peak had been frozen on the day of his departure.
The good news was that the medicine box on the table was empty.
Yan Bingling had been obediently taking her doses regularly and had been exceptionally well-behaved during his absence.
The bad news was that Yun Liu had broken his promise and returned late.
The medicine had run out one week ago, which meant Yan Bingling’s Sword Heart was currently very unstable!
With a shift in his heart, Yun Liu moved toward the main bedroom of the central hall, the place where his own room used to be.
He had never once had the opportunity to use the palace the Princess had specially prepared for him, and he likely never would.
As soon as Yun Liu stepped inside, he sensed something strange.
Bang!
The bedroom door suddenly slammed shut.
The temperature in the room plummeted, and frost quickly encased the area, turning it into an ice cellar.
“You lied.”
A faint voice drifted from a dark corner of the bed.
The silver-haired woman with her eyes tightly shut was indeed there.
She was curled into a ball, clutching a doll dressed in one of his old Cloud Robes.
A chill ran down Yun Liu’s spine, but he also felt a sense of relief.
At least she wasn’t lost.
“I’m sorry. There was a small accident, and I came back late.”
“You lied.”
Yan Bingling merely whispered the same phrase, motionless.
The foster mother left behind in this empty nest had felt like every day was a year.
“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
Seeing the exhausted and haggard appearance of the Demon-fallen Master, Yun Liu’s heart ached.
He approached cautiously, but as he reached out to touch her pale face, a sharp pain shot through his fingertips.
His right hand lost sensation as the freezing spiritual energy chilled him to the bone.
Yan Bingling suddenly grabbed Yun Liu’s hand and smiled coldly.
Her fingers locked tight, unwilling to let go ever again.
“Promise? What do you have to promise with? I won’t believe your lies anymore!”
‘I’ve been tricked!’
The nighttime Yan Bingling was temperamental and had even learned how to play the victim.
It was too late to run now.
She opened her eyes, and an icy demonic energy shrouded them.
Two small hearts throbbed within her frozen pupils.
Yun Liu’s entire body went stiff as a heat wave surged within him.
His incomplete Extreme Destiny was actually struggling to resist.
This backlash seemed even more intense than before.
“I’m back, aren’t I? Let go first, and let’s talk this out. I have the medicine in my bag. I’ll get it for you.”
“Who wants your stupid medicine? It’s all lies. What I want… is you. Hehehe, I’ll just use your body as a guarantee. You promised me, didn’t you?”
Yan Bingling’s murmurs were lingering and affectionate, turning into a morbid, obsessed giggle.
She decided to collect a little interest first.
She had been starving for so long!
“Aunt… Master?”
Yun Liu struggled in terror, but he could not move.
Soon, he could not even speak.
The medicine’s effects were indeed good.
Yan Bingling’s out-of-control Spirit Breath had stabilized at the peak of the Golden Core realm, a clear improvement.
The downside was that with his current small frame, he clearly could not handle her!
“You’re still calling me Aunt Master? Today, I’m going to give you, this disappointing child, a proper lesson. Speaking of which, I haven’t taught you how to become a proper adult yet, have I? I don’t recall raising you to be such an untrustworthy fellow!”
Yan Bingling pulled the frozen youth into her arms, rocking him gently as if he were an infant, before leaning down to kiss him.
Her icy lips were soft and sweet.
To make matters worse, the white-clothed fairy was only wearing a thin veil.
As the Sacred Fire burned fiercely, Yun Liu, who was already suffering from the torment of the Saintly Body, instantly pitched a small tent.
Yan Bingling gave a playful smile and hooked her finger.
Without the slightest effort, every obstacle was frozen and shattered, turning into a pile of ice shards on the floor.
“Be a good boy, Liuer. Mother will hold you.”
It was those words that burned away the young man’s last ounce of reason.
Maternal affection and demonic desire coexisted bizarrely within Yan Bingling at this moment, enough to turn anyone’s Divine Soul upside down.
The nighttime Yan Bingling represented indulgence, acceptance, and infinite pampering.
Every demand could be answered here.
The battle was imminent as frost and Sacred Fire intertwined.
The side with the initiative struck first, provoking and shouting, ignoring the ironclad defenses.
Some people talked about teaching a lesson with the face of a dedicated teacher, but once they truly entered the battlefield, their true colors were revealed, showing a complete lack of combat experience.
As the two armies clashed, the superficial ice was shattered into pieces the moment the vanguard met.
It was utterly fragile.
With a brief lapse in the demonic energy, the frost thawed and retreated in a total rout, while the surging Sacred Fire launched a fierce counterattack.
The army took advantage of the momentum to drive straight in, piercing the enemy’s fortress and pursuing the victory with unstoppable force.
The searing Sacred Fire invaded the heartland, brazenly capturing cities and territories, firmly holding the city gates.
The two wings fought back desperately, but it was to no avail.
The ice cave in the Cold Palace quietly melted, turning into a misty haze.
Yan Bingling lay slumped over the doll.
As arrogant as she had been at the start, she was now in a wretched state, left entirely at his mercy.
“Ugh… mm…”
“Weren’t you shouting quite fiercely just now?”
“It’s not… I wasn’t ready yet. If you have the ability, don’t you dare… ah!”
The wide-open gates signified unconditional surrender.
Next came the moment to enjoy the spoils of war as the infusion of Sacred Fire declared sovereignty.
Over mountains and through streams, the invader did not spare a single inch of land.
By dawn, Yan Bingling had fallen into a deep sleep.
Her exquisite face still bore traces of tears, but her smile was sweet.
Coming back to his senses, Yun Liu looked at the graceful curves of the fairy beside him and scratched his head with a wry smile.
“I went a little too far.”
The entire battlefield was a mess, an unsightly scene that was entirely his handiwork.
Was this a car crash or a medical malpractice incident?
At the very least, he wouldn’t dare be so arrogant during the next house call.
The perpetrator cleaned up the evidence of the crime, leaving not a single trace behind, and quickly fled the scene.
Like every hit-and-run driver, Cloud Flow hurried back to Jueyun Peak, even taking a detour past Sighing Peak to pretend as if nothing had happened.
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