Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 278 Water Cold

"Is it hot?

"Hmm, aren't you hot wearing so many clothes?"

Murong Fu pretended not to know and pointed out that Zhao Min was hot because she was wearing too much clothing.

Zhao Min looked down and saw the cotton-padded jacket and leather coat tightly wrapped around her chest. She nodded, agreeing with Murong Fu's statement.

Murong Fu then offered to help Zhao Min resolve her feverish condition.

Zhao Min was quite tipsy, but she hadn't lost her senses. The two of them knew exactly what she wanted to do there.

But it was just an idea at first. Zhao Min had always liked to dress as a man since she was a child, and the only men she came into contact with were her brothers and father, and the others were her subordinates.

Moreover, since she had no intention of getting married, she naturally hadn't learned anything about women's matters or relationships between men and women.

Therefore, Zhao Min is extremely sensitive to this kind of physical contact.

Seeing Murong Fu's hand approaching, she instinctively struggled and turned her head to avoid it.

But her right hand, as clear as jade and as refreshing as ice, covered her flushed face, taking away much of the excess heat and shyness.

Zhao Min calmly let Murong Fu cup her face in his hands.

Then a passionate kiss...

Unlike their first meeting in the cellar of Green Willow Manor, this time the two were already familiar with each other, and could even be described as being in perfect harmony.

Having been by Murong Fu's side for so long, Zhao Min has already discovered his magic and his uniqueness.

He was incomparable to any other man in the world; even his father lacked thirty percent of his domineering aura in his presence.

Two parts humorous.

Zhao Min is a woman with her own opinions and true feelings. She wants to be a female general and a female prime minister. But even the most forthright woman will think about what kind of person she will marry in the future when she is alone at night.

He must be a great hero.

Women all hope that their other half is stronger than themselves. A strong woman like Zhao Min naturally needs a man who is extremely strong.

She then fell in love with Murong Fu, who seemed like an immortal in the mortal world.

The two became passionately entangled, and Murong Fu's masterful techniques were used freely to undress the other woman.

While they were struggling and rolling around, they took off Zhao Min's cotton-padded clothes, sweater and long underwear, leather jacket and pants, and wool sweater and long underwear...

The two are now snuggling in bed, dressed as if it were summer.

Zhao Min also felt the refreshing sensation of Murong Fu's jade-like body.

Murong Fu noticed that her skin had become flushed from drinking, like a cooked shrimp, and told him that the time was right.

Looking into Zhao Min's eyes, which held a hint of coy reluctance amidst her shyness, Murong Fu naturally stepped forward.

A gentleman hides his weapon in his body and moves when he waits for time.

Now we've reached the crucial moment of illuminating the stage and getting things moving.

Although Zhao Min wore Hanfu and learned to adopt Han culture from a young age, she did not neglect any of the Mongolian traditions.

She has been riding horses since she was a child and loves riding them.

The two argued a bit about who should ride the horse, neither willing to give in, so in the end they naturally took turns.

But Zhao Min had never encountered a fake horse before, and she couldn't take it for more than half an hour before falling into a deep sleep.

Murong Fu adjusted the power of his own heat output to make the room temperature comfortable.

He himself had reached a point where he was impervious to water and fire, so naturally he didn't need to care about the outside temperature.

The difference between minus fifty degrees Celsius and plus fifty degrees Celsius wasn't that significant for Murong Fu.

However, Zhao Min was not an option. Although she had some skills, reaching a third-rate level, Murong Fu thought that he should teach her a suitable skill in the future, which would be of great benefit for self-defense and for maintaining youth and prolonging life.

Then he looked at the system:

[Zhao Min has fallen completely in love with the host, and is rewarded with a silver treasure chest.]

[Zhao Min is very satisfied with her host and rewards her with ten days' worth of internal energy.]

[Host chooses to open the silver treasure chest]

[Congratulations, host, on obtaining the 'Water Cold Sword']

The process was seamless, and Murong Fu had already opened the treasure chest countless times.

Silver treasure chests can contain very good items, or they can contain very ordinary items.

But when he saw that it was a weapon, Murong Fu was very curious.

This was the first time he had used a proper weapon. Before, most of his weapons were cultivation techniques, martial arts skills, and other abilities. The only one that could be considered a weapon was the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles.

In recent years, he has successfully developed the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, and it is being manufactured on an assembly line.

Although it doesn't completely replicate the original skill level, it's about 70-80% there, and it's perfectly usable.

Murong Fu waved his hand and the clothes stood up in front of the window. Murong Fu got off the ground and the clothes automatically put on.

He tried it once before, and it gave him the feeling of being a combination of armored warriors, so he has been wearing the clothes like that ever since.

As I walked into the courtyard, the moon was already setting, and in the distance, there were long, unidentified birds and wild wolves.

Murong Fu murmured:

"The Water-Cold Sword? Could it be that one?"

He then summoned it into his hand. It was cold to the touch, but because of the protection of the Mingyu Skill, Murong Fu found it very comfortable to touch.

Upon closer inspection, the pommel is rectangular with bronze patterns on its surface; the hilt is dark green overall, with irregular yellow quadrilateral decorations on both sides; the guard is black. The spine of the sword appears as if two blades have been joined together, with symmetrical serrated patterns in the middle near the tip, but the tip itself is a single unit.

There is a notch in the middle of the spine, and there are two sets of two wavy notches on the outer side of each blade. There are snowflake shapes on both sides between the two sets of notches, and there are also symmetrical patterns next to each set of notches. The blade is long and white and blue, and the edge is sharper than the spine.

This sword is clearly no ordinary object. The so-called Heaven-Slaying Sword is nothing more than a dull piece of scrap metal in front of it.

The sword exuded a strong chill, and Murong Fu knew that there was an even colder and deeper aura within it.

Then Mingyu channeled her true energy into the sword, activating it. Sure enough, rugged ice grew on the hilt, making the already cold environment even more frigid.

The snow that was originally soft around Murong Fu has now frozen into ice crystals, which will be as hard as stone before they thaw.

Murong Fu was certain that this sword was the one he knew, the seventh-ranked "Shui Han" in the "Ten Famous Swords" list of the Qin's Moon Sword Manual. The name was taken from "The wind is howling, the Yi River is cold," and it was named by Gao Jianli in memory of his elder brother Jing Ke.

Murong Fu then waved his hand, and many ice crystals appeared out of thin air, shooting towards the direction of the sword strike like ice blades.

Murong Fu nodded, very satisfied with the longsword.

"This is a true divine weapon!"

Although it wasn't the number one sword in the series, "Tianwen," Murong Fu felt that this sword was very suitable for him.

It's cool, useful, and suits my cultivation method perfectly.

When he held the longsword in his hand, he could feel that his internal energy flowed much faster.

He then hung it at his waist, and it became his new sword.

Under the moonlight, Murong Fu, dressed in a long robe and carrying a green sword, looked quite dashing.

The next morning, Murong Fu said to Zhao Min, "Min'er, call your father over."

Our plan is about to begin; let's not accidentally hurt him.