211: When will this end?

"Special technique?"

Su Lin looked at his third disciple before him, whose eyes were glowing and face was flushed, and his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

Although his body couldn't move, his reason remained.

"Weiwei, as your Revered Master, I feel that the Meridians here are clear and unobstructed; there is no need to clear them."

"Revered Master is talking nonsense again."

Chu Weiwei extended a slender finger and gently pressed it against Su Lin's lips, silencing his protest.

"A patient's feelings are inaccurate; only a doctor's fingers are most honest."

She leaned down, her smooth long hair falling and brushing against Su Lin's cheek, carrying an extremely pleasant scent, like a mixture of fresh grass after rain and some kind of sweet nectar.

"Revered Master, listen."

She pressed her ear against Su Lin's chest, her large watery eyes narrowing slightly as if listening to the most wonderful movement in the world.

"Your heart is beating so fast."

"This is proof of a blockage.

Your Qi and blood are surging, and your heart fire is vigorous. If it isn't channeled in time, it will cause harm."

She looked up, a professional yet sickly fake smile appearing on her face.

"Rest assured, Revered Master. Weiwei's technique is the Spirit Snake Silk-Wrapping Hand, learned from an ancient text, specifically for this kind of chronic ailment."

Before she had finished speaking, her hands were already moving.

It wasn't direct contact.

She took a small jade bottle from her sleeve and uncorked it, slowly pouring a cool yet strangely fragrant oil into her palm.

*Clap*.

She pressed her palms together and gently rubbed them to warm the oil.

Then, those slippery, warm small hands, emanating a strange fragrance, pressed against Su Lin's lower abdomen.

The medicinal oil seemed to have a life of its own; as soon as it touched his skin, it turned into countless tiny streams of heat, seeping through his pores and racing wildly along his Meridians.

The sensation was like countless ants crawling through his blood vessels—numbing, itchy, and carrying an indescribable feverish heat.

"Revered Master, relax..."

Chu Weiwei's voice became low and seductive.

Her hands began to move in circles on Su Lin's lower abdomen, the pressure alternating between light and heavy.

At times, it was like a feather brushing past, so gentle it made one's heart tremble; at other times, it was like a heavy hammer's strike, pressing hard onto those sensitive Acupoints, bringing a wave of sharp, tingling pain.

"This is the Qihai Acupoint..."

"This is where the Origin Qi of the whole body gathers. It must be massaged thoroughly to ensure the smooth flow of Qi and blood."

In the quiet medicine hut, these sounds were infinitely amplified, making one flush with embarrassment.

Su Lin gritted his teeth and stared fixedly at the roof beams above, trying to divert his attention.

But Chu Weiwei clearly had no intention of letting him go.

"Revered Master, why aren't you looking at Weiwei?"

She pouted with some dissatisfaction, leaning her body forward slightly to block Su Lin's line of sight.

"Is Weiwei not beautiful enough?"

"Or... is Revered Master thinking about other vixens?"

"Like Second Senior Sister, that violent maniac who only knows how to use brute force?"

"Or Fifth Junior Sister, that shameless female demon lord?"

Her slender fingers traced along Su Lin's V-line.

"Only Weiwei understands Revered Master's body best."

She whispered in Su Lin's ear, her warm breath fanning against him.

"They only know how to fight and possess."

Su Lin felt the final line of defense in his mind crumble.

"Revered Master..."

Su Lin's breathing became heavy. The sensation of being controlled by drugs, unable to move while his senses were infinitely heightened, was absolute torture.

"Chu Weiwei..."

"That's... enough..."

"No, it's not."

Chu Weiwei shook her head, the purple light in her eyes growing more intense.

"The treatment has only just begun. How can we give up halfway?"

"Since the topical medicinal oil isn't effective enough, then we must use... acupuncture."

She withdrew one hand and made a grasping motion in the air.

Several silver needles, as fine as cow hair and emitting a faint pink glow, appeared between her fingertips.

These were no ordinary silver needles.

These were the Blissful Soul-Trembling Needles, an unorthodox Magic Treasure she had found in an ancient Hehuan Sect ruin.

It wouldn't hurt when these needles were inserted; there wouldn't even be a wound.

But they could directly stimulate nerve endings, magnifying tactile sensitivity a hundredfold!

"Revered Master, bear with it."

Chu Weiwei smiled like a witch using candy to lure a child.

"It might be a bit tingly."

Before she finished speaking, the silver needles in her hand had already descended.

They weren't inserted into any fatal Acupoints.

Instead, they were placed on Su Lin's inner thighs and sides.

"Hum!"

Upon entering the body, the silver needles instantly transformed into invisible energy and dissipated.

Immediately following that...

Su Lin felt the entire world change.

The flow of dust in the air, the friction between fabric and skin, even the airflow from Chu Weiwei's breathing—all became a clearly perceptible tactile storm!

Such sensitivity was enough to drive one mad.

"Ah..."

Su Lin couldn't help but tilt his head back, letting out a short, low cry.

To Chu Weiwei's ears, this sound was the most potent aphrodisiac.

"Revered Master's voice sounds so wonderful."

The obsession in her eyes grew more intense.

"Weiwei wants to hear more..."

"Right now, you are like fish on Weiwei's chopping block."

"Weiwei can eat you... however she likes."

"You can't escape."

Su Lin was now on the verge of collapse.

That damned medicinal oil, combined with those perverted silver needles and this highly skilled Rebellious Disciple... he felt that the Dao Heart he had maintained for centuries was about to break.

"Weiwei..."

He took a deep breath, attempting to use his authority as a Revered Master to wake her up.

Chu Weiwei's movements paused, and she looked up. Her pure little face was full of innocence, but the madness in the depths of her eyes could not be hidden.

"Revered Master, Weiwei has always been an expert at playing with fire."

"Whether it's the pill fire from Alchemy or this fire of desire."

"Weiwei is best at all of them."

This extremely shameful reaction finally caused a flush of crimson to stain his face, which usually remained indifferent.

And this touch of crimson, in Chu Weiwei's eyes, was the most beautiful scenery in the world.

"So beautiful..."

She stared infatuatedly at the reddened corners of Su Lin's eyes.

"This feeling... is even more addictive than successfully refining an Immortal Pill."

"Revered Master... beg me."

Su Lin glared at her.

This girl was taking revenge.

"In your dreams."

Su Lin gritted his teeth and squeezed out those words.

Even at a time like this, it was absolutely impossible for him to beg for mercy.

This was a matter of principle!

"What a stubborn mouth."

Chu Weiwei wasn't angry; on the contrary, she became even more excited.

She knew Su Lin's temperament; he responded to persuasion but not to coercion.

Those fair, long, and flawless legs were displayed unreservedly before Su Lin's eyes.

"Revered Master..."

Her gaze became increasingly blurred; having originally only intended to tease Su Lin, she had now fallen into it herself.

The long-held desire, suppression, and adoration for her Revered Master all erupted at this moment.

Su Lin suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, the sharp pain bringing him a bit of clarity.

He mobilized the tiny bit of Star Power he had barely recovered within his body, gathering it at his fingertip.

Although he couldn't make any large movements, moving a single finger was just barely possible.

"Freeze!"

He chanted silently in his heart, his finger lifting with difficulty to tap the numbing acupoint on Chu Weiwei's side.

"Aiya!"

The infatuated Chu Weiwei suddenly felt a numbness in her waist, and her entire body instantly lost all strength.

"Huff... huff..."

Both of them were panting heavily.

On the narrow medicine couch, the two were huddled together, their clothes soaked with sweat and sticking to each other.

Chu Weiwei lay on Su Lin's chest, her gaze somewhat unfocused, clearly not yet recovered from the passion just now.

"Revered Master... you launched a sneak attack..."

She muttered aggrievedly, her voice soft and weak, as if she were acting spoiled.

"This is called... cleaning house."

Although Su Lin was also in a wretched state, he still refused to back down verbally.

"If you dare to use this kind of medicine on me again... I'll throw you into the Myriad Snake Cave."

"Mmm... what's there to be afraid of in the Myriad Snake Cave..."

Chu Weiwei rubbed against his chest, a satisfied, silly smile appearing on her face.

"As long as I can be with Revered Master... Weiwei would go even to Hell."

Although her Acupoints had been struck and she couldn't move, her mouth wasn't idle.

"Revered Master, your heart is still beating very fast."

"Shut up."

Su Lin was somewhat embarrassed and angry.

"Just admit it, Revered Master."

Chu Weiwei chuckled, her successful little vixen-like appearance making one's teeth itch with frustration.

"Your body... really likes Weiwei's service."

"It seems that in the future... Weiwei needs to arrange this kind of special treatment for you more often."

"You dare!"

"Just watch me~"

While the two were still bickering on the bed...

A cold moonlight spilled inside.

It also illuminated the figure at the doorway—dressed in white, holding a long sword, and with a face as cold as frost.

The air instantly froze.

The temperature plummeted.

The originally sweltering medicine hut turned into an ice cellar in an instant.

"Heh."

An extremely light, extremely cold laugh was heard.

Mu Qingxue stood at the door, her pale blue eyes devoid of any emotional ripple, as if she were looking at two dead people.

The ice sword in her hand crackled, its tip pointing at the two entangled on the bed.

"Third Senior Sister."

Her voice was so calm it was frightening.

"Is this the 'brewing medicine for Revered Master' you mentioned?"

"Brewed your way onto the bed?"

"You really are quite dedicated."

Chu Weiwei's whole body stiffened.

She turned her head with difficulty and looked at the Asura-like figure at the door who seemed to have crawled out of Hell, giving two dry laughs.

"Se... Seventh Junior Sister..."

"What a coincidence, are you here for... a check-up too?"

"I'm not here for a check-up."

Mu Qingxue walked into the room, leaving an Ice Lotus on the floor with every step.

She walked to the bedside and looked down at the disheveled pair.

That was the "achievement" Chu Weiwei had just left behind.

"It's dirty."

Mu Qingxue frowned, a flash of disgust appearing in her eyes.

"Revered Master's body... has been dirtied."

She raised her hand, cold Qi gathering in her palm.

"Since it's dirty, then... let's wash it."

"Ice Seal... Great Cleansing."

"Boom!"

A white cold current instantly swallowed the entire medicine couch.

"Aaaaah! I'm freezing to death! Mu Qingxue, you lunatic!!"

Chu Weiwei's scream echoed through the night sky.

As for Su Lin...

A split second before being frozen into an ice sculpture, only one thought remained in his mind:

When will this damned Peach Blossom Tribulation ever end?!

...Su Lin stepped out from the ice shards.

He was soaked through, icicles hanging from the tips of his hair, and his face was somewhat pale. Even with his current cultivation at the Great Perfection of the Body Integration Stage and the protection of the Immovable King Body, having been frozen unreservedly for an entire night by that Rebellious Disciple Mu Qingxue, the cold Qi had seeped into his bones and stiffened his Meridians.

"Achoo!"

Su Lin sneezed and rubbed his somewhat numb nose.

Opposite him, another ice sculpture shattered as well.

"Cough cough cough... I'm freezing to death... that crazy woman Mu Qingxue!"

Chu Weiwei crawled out, shivering.

Her originally rosy little face was now frozen pale, her lips purple, and her thin gauze dress was stiffly stuck to her body, making a crackling sound with every slight movement.

Her smooth long hair was frozen into a clump, looking like a bird's nest.

"My hair is frozen..."

Chu Weiwei reached out to grab her hair, but she used too much force, and with a 'crack', a strand of frozen hair snapped off.

She looked at the broken hair in her hand, her eyes instantly reddening.

"Waaaaah... my hair... the hair I've grown for fifty years!"

"I'm going to poison her to death! I will definitely poison her to death!"

While crying, she hurriedly pulled various fire-attribute Medicinal Pills from her storage ring and stuffed them into her mouth, trying to dispel the cold Qi within her body.

"Calm down."

Su Lin circulated his spiritual power, and a cloud of white steam rose from his body, drying his robes. He looked at his wretched third disciple and sighed helplessly.

"Who told you to start touching me first?"

"That was treatment! It was medicinal dredging!"

Chu Weiwei retorted righteously, though her teeth were still chattering.

"It was for the good of Revered Master's body... Achoo!"

She sneezed, a snot bubble even popping out.

Just then, a faint sound of footsteps came from the doorway.

Accompanying the footsteps was an even more piercing cold wind.

Mu Qingxue walked in.

She carried a translucent ice tray, on which lay several neatly folded hot towels—of course, the steam had frozen into white frost the moment it rose in the low temperature.

She glanced at the shivering Chu Weiwei, her eyes calm and rippleless, as if looking at a stone by the road.

"You're awake?"

She spoke indifferently, then walked straight to Su Lin and handed him the frozen, rock-hard "hot towel."

"Revered Master, wipe your face."

Su Lin took the towel, which was as hard as a brick, his eye twitching.

"Qingxue, is this a towel or a murder weapon?"

"Expansion and contraction through heat and cold is more conducive to pore shrinkage and maintaining youth."

Mu Qingxue spoke nonsense with a straight face.

She turned around, her gaze falling on Chu Weiwei, her tone carrying a hint of disdain.

"Third Senior Sister, since you're awake, clean the floor."

"After that ice sculpture melted, the floor is covered in water. It's very dirty."

"You—!!"

Chu Weiwei was so angry she nearly had a heart attack.

That was the water from the ice on her body melting!

"Mu Qingxue! Stop putting on an act!"

Chu Weiwei jumped up and pointed at Mu Qingxue's nose, cursing:

"You're just jealous! Jealous that I gave Revered Master a deep treatment last night! Jealous that my scent is left on Revered Master's body!"

"Scent?"

Mu Qingxue's brow furrowed slightly as if she smelled something unpleasant, and she took a half-step back.

"There is indeed a fox-like smell."

"I'm going to kill you!!!"

Chu Weiwei completely blew her top, two deep blue daggers instantly appearing in her hands as she prepared to rush forward and fight for her life.