303: Chapter 303 The Fusion of Ice and Fire (Part 2): The Ultimate Harmony of Yin and Yang

Bai Ningbing gritted her teeth hard, but tears slid down from the corners of her eyes uncontrollably. Her cold and peerless face was covered with a blurred flush and fine beads of sweat.

This was not just a physical defeat, but a true depiction of her frozen Dao Heart, which she had guarded for centuries, crumbling inch by inch before an absolutely overbearing power.

The temperature on the Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Marrow Jade Couch had completely lost its balance.

Luo Hongyi's tangible Demonic Path flames and the extreme cold of the Ice Palace that Bai Ningbing desperately maintained engaged in the most primitive and dangerous tug-of-war within this small space. These two Laws should have been as incompatible as fire and water; once out of control, they were enough to blow the entire side hall into ruins.

Xu Chen's Qi and blood roared within his body.

The peerlessly overbearing Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art and the Hongmeng Creation Art operated frantically at the same time. His Saint King physique, which had undergone the baptism of the Heavenly Dao Lightning Tribulation, now transformed into an ancient Primordial Furnace that suppressed all ages.

The powerful Hongmeng Origin turned into two invincible torrents, brutally surging into the four limbs and hundred bones of the two women.

Those violent demonic fires and sharp ice prisms, the moment they touched this purple Origin, were like meeting the most terrifying natural enemy in the world, instantly losing all room for resistance.

Xu Chen did not let them dissipate; instead, using himself as a bridge, he displayed the core refining power of the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art.

Luo Hongyi let out a high-pitched, delicate cry, her captivating peach blossom eyes completely losing focus.

Bai Ningbing was no better. The moment the iceberg collapsed, what poured out was the extreme passion suppressed for hundreds of years. She discarded all her cold and solitary pretenses.

The night was deep, and the side hall was filled with an enchanting spring atmosphere.

The two extreme forces that were originally incompatible began to undergo a wonderful transformation under the forced kneading of the Hongmeng Origin.

The irritable demonic fire lost its destructive aura and became continuous and gentle. The biting cold ice melted its sharp edges and turned into spring water that embraced all things.

One red and one blue stream of air intertwined and spiraled above the jade couch, finally forming a perfect Taiji Yin and Yang Fish pattern, slowly sinking into the top of Xu Chen's head.

A vast and pure power of feedback flowed through his Meridians to his entire body.

Xu Chen clearly felt that his physique, which had just stepped into the Saint King Realm, was becoming even more flawless under the nourishment of this ice and fire Yin and Yang Origin. A layer of jade-like crystalline luster appeared on his bones, and every drop of blood contained surging, endless vitality.

Until the night outside the window gradually faded and a touch of pale white appeared on the horizon.

The heart-pounding commotion inside the side hall finally settled completely with a long sigh.

On the wide Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Marrow Jade Couch, everything was in a mess.

The morning light penetrated the carved window lattices, dappling the bed and illuminating a beautiful scene enough to drive all the men in the world crazy.

Xu Chen leaned against the head of the bed, his strong chest covered with a layer of fine sweat. His peerlessly handsome face showed a sense of satiety and laziness after a great victory.

To his left and right, the two arch-rivals who were still fighting earth-shatteringly on the Martial Arts Training Ground last night were now sleeping soundly like two kittens drained of all their strength.

The most incredible thing was their sleeping positions.

Luo Hongyi's long hair and Bai Ningbing's silky tresses were tangled together, indistinguishable from each other.

This Demon Sect Empress had one long leg resting defenselessly on Bai Ningbing's slender waist. Meanwhile, the Mistress of the Ice Palace, who always had a severe obsession with cleanliness, was now like an insecure little girl, pressing her cheek tightly against Luo Hongyi's full chest, her hands still tightly clutching a corner of Xu Chen's black python robe.

Seeing this scene, a satisfied smile flashed in the depths of Xu Chen's deep eyes.

This was the dominance of the head of the Family.

As long as they entered Xu Chen's backyard, even a goddess from the Nine Heavens would have to obediently retract her claws and honestly serve her husband and teach her children.

Xu Chen did not wake the two sleeping women. He gently pulled over the scattered Spirit Silk Quilt to tightly cover their snowy and alluring spring scenery.

Then, with a casual wave, the black python robe scattered on the floor flew up automatically and draped properly over his tall frame.

Withdrawing the concealment Law that had been blocked for an entire night, Xu Chen took a deep breath and strode toward the tightly closed hall doors.

After staying in the bedchamber filled with decadent sounds for a whole night, he also needed to breathe some fresh air and check on the repair progress of the Martial Arts Training Ground.

Creak.

The heavy Phoebe Zhennan hall doors were slowly pulled open by Xu Chen.

The first cool morning breeze, carrying the fragrance of bamboo leaves, blew against Xu Chen's cheek through the crack in the door.

However, Xu Chen's step out of the threshold stopped abruptly in mid-air.

Outside the door, it was not the expected silence of an empty space.

In the shadow of the thick White Marble pillar to the left of the hall door, a figure stood quietly like a ghost.

It was an extremely slender and tall girl. She wore a tight-fitting black assassin's night-suit that perfectly outlined her breathtakingly flawless curves.

She held an unsheathed black ancient sword in both arms, her back pressed against the cold pillar. Most of her body was hidden in the shadows, as if blending into the night that had not yet fully faded.

It was Mo Han, the personal assassin who had always followed Xu Chen silently like a shadow.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Mo Han's eyes, which were as calm as stagnant water, slowly turned and landed on Xu Chen.

The morning air was somewhat damp and cold.

Xu Chen keenly noticed that several strands of Mo Han's hair scattered on her shoulders had been dampened by the heavy morning dew, clinging to her fair cheeks. A layer of fine water droplets had also condensed on the surface of her thin black night-suit.

Even the ancient sword she held in her arms had its scabbard covered in cold mist.

This meant that this "three-no" girl hadn't just arrived here for her morning watch.

From the moment he had carried Luo Hongyi and Bai Ningbing through these doors last night, throughout the entire long night, Mo Han had remained in this posture, standing with her sword, guarding this door like a lifeless statue.

For some reason, Xu Chen's heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something.

He knew Mo Han's personality too well.

As a natural shadow assassin, she was not good with words. She didn't know how to be gentle and considerate like Liu Hanyan, nor did she know how to be tsundere and act spoiled like Xiao Yu, and she certainly wouldn't fight earth-shatteringly on the Martial Arts Training Ground out of jealousy like the two inside.

Her way of expressing love and loyalty was always the same.

It was to stand silently in a corner where Xu Chen could see, or even where he couldn't see, gripping the sword in her hand to block all the hidden arrows for him.

Even if, behind this door last night, it was filled with the high-pitched cries of other women and the sound of the bed rocking. Even if those sounds were a great torment for any woman who had already given her heart to Xu Chen.

She still chose to stay here. Guarding the door for him, acting as his Protector, and blocking any Family guards who might come to poke their heads around.

Without a word, without a single complaint.

"Why are you standing here?"

Xu Chen quickly walked down the steps to Mo Han. His tall frame happened to block the somewhat piercing morning sunlight for her.

He reached out his warm, large palm and gently brushed away the messy strand of hair on Mo Han's forehead that was wet with dew; it felt icy to the touch.

Mo Han looked up slightly.

On that face, which was so exquisite it lacked any flaws yet also lacked expression, a rare and imperceptible trace of panic flashed. She instinctively wanted to take half a step back and hide back into the shadows that belonged to her.

"This subordinate... is responsible for the safety of Master's bedchamber. There were Half-Saint Law fluctuations last night... This subordinate was worried..."

Her voice was cold and raspy, yet it carried a trace of a tremor that even she hadn't noticed.

"Worried about what? Worried that those two women inside could hurt me?"

Xu Chen overbearingly reached out and grabbed her slender waist, forcing her out of the shadows and into his embrace, which still held some lingering warmth.

The burning Hongmeng Qi and blood passed through Xu Chen's palm into Mo Han's body, quickly dispelling the coldness she had accumulated from standing all night.

Feeling this familiar and overbearing warmth, Mo Han's hands holding the ancient sword loosened slightly. She didn't struggle anymore, just obediently rested her chin on Xu Chen's shoulder, greedily absorbing the scent belonging to this man.

Seeing her heart-wrenchingly obedient appearance, the pity in Xu Chen's eyes could no longer be hidden.

The squeaky wheel gets the grease; this principle applied to the harem as well. But for a silly girl like Mo Han, who wouldn't even cry out when in pain, Xu Chen felt that as a man, he owed her a lot.

Just because she didn't fight or grab doesn't mean she didn't desire.

Xu Chen lowered his head, his nose against Mo Han's cold nose, his deep black eyes staring straight into her slightly dilated pupils.

His low, magnetic voice rang out in the quiet morning.

"You've been on guard all night. It's been hard on you."

"Now that the ones inside are settled, it's time for my little shadow to get some compensation."