If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Hehuan Sect, Outer Gate, Mountain Patrol Path.

Mo Chengyue put his hands in his pockets and exhaled a puff of white breath.

I rubbed my ears, which were almost frozen stiff.

I've been in this cultivation world for seven years now.

He didn't get any protagonist templates or any system or old man.

He diligently became an inner disciple of the Hehuan Sect, a powerful sect in the demonic path.

To put it nicely, he's an inner disciple; in reality, he's just a menial worker.

The Hehuan Sect of today is no longer the lewd sect that started by relying on dual cultivation and the exploitation of one's own essence.

They've kept up with the times and long ago transformed into a comprehensive demonic sect integrating alchemy, weapon crafting, formations, and combat.

As for the dual cultivation techniques passed down from our ancestors, they have basically been swept into the dustbin of history.

Whoever practices it will be looked down upon.

Unfortunately, Mo Chengyue was the one who was looked down upon.

The technique he cultivated was a forbidden one, so forbidden that even the sect's disciples considered it too hard to be used as toilet paper—the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Scripture.

It's not that he has any special fetishes.

It was simply because when the cultivation techniques were assigned upon entry, the guy in front of him got the last popular cultivation technique, "Xuan Sha Gong".

This is the only one left for him.

Seven years have passed.

It's been seven years.

His daily work is not watering the flowers and plants in the herb garden.

Their job was to patrol the various mountain peaks to prevent any external enemies or unruly monsters from sneaking in.

He received the lowest monthly allowance for an inner disciple.

He was doing the most tiring work, but his cultivation level was still stuck in the late stage of Qi Refining.

This life is even worse than the 996 blessing he had in his previous life.

The only fun was listening to the senior disciples brag and chat while cleaning the library, and gossiping about everything under the sun in the sect.

For example, which true disciple has hooked up with a demonic witch, or which elder has blown up a mountain while refining pills.

Mo Chengyue barely managed to get through this boring and tedious life of cultivating immortality by relying on these gossips.

Today, his patrol route happened to pass by Ice Soul Peak.

This is a place in the Hehuan Sect that no one wants to come to.

There's no other reason than that the peak master of this peak is Leng Yuexin, the sect's law enforcement elder.

A famously aloof beauty, and a ruthless character who is decisive in killing.

It is said that she came from a righteous background but later betrayed the sect and joined the demonic sect.

He despised the dual cultivation method of the Hehuan Sect and was single-mindedly pursuing the path of enlightenment through killing. The blood on his hands was more than the water Mo Chengyue had drunk.

There's a rumor in the sect that if a new disciple cries...

Just mention "Elder Leng is here" and he'll immediately shut up.

Mo Chengyue looked up at the building covered in snow.

The mountain peak, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay, shrank back.

"This is truly a ghost story; this place is colder than my heart."

He muttered to himself as he quickened his pace.

I just want to finish patrolling this section as soon as possible and go back to my doghouse to lie down.

Just as he passed by a grove of plum trees at the foot of Bingpo Peak, a delicate fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

It smells wonderful.

It has a cool, refreshing feel, with a subtle, almost imperceptible sweetness.

He was about to remark, "No wonder this is where the female elder lives; even the air smells wonderful."

A sudden, sharp pain shot through the back of my neck.

Suddenly everything went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

...

I don't know how much time passed.

Mo Chengyue was awakened by a chaotic and terrifying pressure.

The feeling is like stuffing your whole body into a washing machine.

Even at the highest speed, it's still in dehydration mode.

He opened his eyes, his mind still a complete mess.

Am I on patrol?

Was he knocked unconscious?

He shook his groggy head and began to look around.

This is an extremely luxurious room.

The ground was covered with a pure white fur carpet from an unknown monster.

It's so soft you can sink into it when you step on it.

The walls are inlaid with moonstones that emit a soft glow.

It illuminated the entire room as bright as day.

On a sandalwood table not far away, there was a white jade incense burner, from which wisps of blue smoke were rising.

A strange fragrance filled the air.

It resembles an orchid, elegant and noble.

It also carried a faint smell of blood.

The two flavors intertwined, creating a strange yet alluring atmosphere.

Mo Chengyue took a deep breath, trying to clear his head.

The decor and the level of luxury are beyond belief.

He also knew it wasn't his own drafty disciple's room.

His gaze slowly moved upwards, finally settling on the figure at the head of the room.

a woman.

A woman whose beauty is breathtaking.

She was wearing a moon-white palace-style long dress.

The hem of her skirt was embroidered with intricate ice lotus patterns, which rose and fell slightly with her breath.

Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall.

A few unruly strands of hair clung to her flushed cheeks.

That face had features so exquisite they seemed otherworldly.

Normally covered with a layer of frost that keeps people at a distance, it was now covered with an abnormal blush.

The most dangerous thing is those eyes.

Those phoenix eyes, usually so cold and aloof, seem to look at everyone as if they were trash.

At this moment, however, the air was thick with moisture, and a mad flame burned deep within his eyes.

Mo Chengyue's pupils suddenly contracted.

He would recognize this face even if it turned to ashes.

Leng Yuexin, the law enforcement elder of the Hehuan Sect, the peak master of Bingpo Peak, and a late-stage Core Formation cultivator!

Grass.

A type of plant.

Mo Chengyue had only this one word left in his mind.

He would rather be gored by wild boars from the foot of the mountain.

She didn't want to be "invited" into her boudoir by this auntie!

Combined with the strange smell in the air and her obviously abnormal state at the moment.

A word suddenly popped out from the depths of Mo Chengyue's memory.

He's gone mad with demonic possession!

As a seasoned gossip enthusiast, he had heard quite a bit of gossip about this elder.

It is said that in order to break through her bottleneck, Leng Yuexin forcibly cultivated an extremely domineering cold-type technique.

If one is not careful, the balance of Yin and Yang will be disrupted, coldness will attack the heart, and one will fall into an abyss of no return.

Judging from her current state, she's probably infected.

We're doomed.

She's completely Barbie Q now.

He was just a nobody in the late stage of Qi Refining, and he was conscripted by a Core Formation expert who had gone mad with his cultivation.

He knows this plot very well!

It's just being used as dregs in a detoxifying treatment, having all its yang energy drained.

Then they were murdered to silence them, their bodies destroyed to cover up the crime, and in the end, there wasn't even a grave.

Mo Chengyue was so frightened that his hands and feet turned ice-cold, and he began to mentally plan a hundred ways to die.

He wanted to run away.

However, the pitiful amount of spiritual energy in his body was no match for Leng Yuexin's chaotic yet still terrifying pressure.

They were pressed down so tightly that they couldn't even move a finger.

Just as he was preparing to give up and wait for death, Leng Yue, sitting in the main seat, was moved.

She seemed to have sensed Mo Chengyue's awakening.

Those fiery eyes were fixed on him.

The next second, an irresistible force came.

Mo Chengyue uncontrollably floated up from the ground and flew towards Leng Yuexin.

He was like a puppet controlled by invisible threads, powerless to resist.

Finally, he stopped in front of Leng Yuexin.

They were so close that they could see the fine downy hairs on her face and smell the fragrance of orchids mixed with the scent of blood emanating from her body.

Leng Yuexin's fingers were icy cold, yet carried a strange heat as she gently brushed across his cheek.

The sensation made Mo Chengyue's scalp tingle.

Brother, let's talk this out, don't get physical!

He tried to shout, but no sound came out.

All he heard was Leng Yuexin's hoarse yet alluring voice, tinged with desire and pain, ringing in his ears.

"You're awake."

Her breath, hot and scorching, sprayed onto Mo Chengyue's earlobe.

"Elbow, come inside with me."

Before he could finish speaking...

Mo Chengyue felt dizzy and disoriented.

"Boom!"

The gates of the Ice Soul Palace behind him slammed shut.

Intricate array patterns lit up instantly on the walls and floor, completely sealing off the entire palace.

A gentle force sent him flying, without missing a beat.

It landed right on a huge, cold jade bed in the secret chamber behind the palace.

The cold air rushed into his body through the bed frame.

Mo Chengyue shuddered, still not quite understanding.

A hot, delicate body pressed down on her.