Chapter 183: A Tale of Two Extremes in the North, This Mattress Is a Bit of a Disaster for Teachers

The wind and snow outside Star-Shattering City were falling with increasing unreasonableness.

The goose-feather snowflakes were whipped by the gale into white, raging dragons, striking the iron-hard permafrost and producing sharp sounds like metal clashing against stone.

Such weather was a once-in-a-century occurrence in the interior of the Great Xia Kingdom, but beyond the Northern Territory Great Wall, it was merely standard "pre-sleep white noise."

Yet, on the edge of the fortress, inside a special military tent woven entirely from Tier 6 Snow Spider silk capable of resisting Great Grandmaster-level Mental Energy probing, there was a scene capable of melting glaciers.

"I tell you, life in this Northern Territory is truly miserable to the extreme."

Jiang Chen was buried deep within the newly upgraded "myriad heavens formless bed," biting into a spiritual fruit that Su Qingyue had just warmed with her Heavenly Phoenix True Fire, and let out a sigh of the ultimate flex.

"Look at this, the house doesn't even have decent underfloor heating. I can only barely rely on the bed frame made of ten-thousand-year sunken silver wood, and these few hairs from the Fox Ancestor to keep warm. Is this any way for a human to live? I feel like my already fragile nerves are throbbing again from a lack of deep sleep."

【Ding! Detected that the host is engaging in high-intensity flexing.】

【System Evaluation: If your words were to get out, those Grandmasters outside who are gnawing on frozen dry rations while guarding against Demonic Beast raids would likely be so enraged they would suffer Qi Deviation on the spot.】

【Current Environment Evaluation: SSS Rank (Ultimate Luxury Accompaniment Field).】

Jiang Chen ignored the System's snark. He was indeed feeling very "uncomfortable" right now.

After his Breakthrough to the second level of the War God Realm, his Divine Sense was as powerful as an overclocked liquid-cooled server. If he couldn't disperse the pressure through this kind of intimate physical contact, his forehead would be hot enough to hard-boil an egg.

"Jiang Chen, stop moving around..."

Mu Qingxue's cold, clear voice sounded from Jiang Chen's left.

This usually unattainable iceberg instructor appeared somewhat disheveled at the moment. Her originally neat white instructor's uniform had been violently unbuttoned by two by Jiang Chen, revealing a large expanse of collarbone that, due to the extreme cold, appeared morbid yet translucent like mutton-fat jade.

She possessed the "Supreme Yin Sacred Body," and under the enhancement of the extreme cold in the Northern Territory, the Cold Poison within her body had begun to transform into Sacred Power.

That extreme chill was like a natural liquid nitrogen cooling plate, pressed firmly against Jiang Chen's scorching left ribs.

Jiang Chen took the opportunity to roll over, his large hand wrapping around Mu Qingxue's slender waist with extreme familiarity, pulling her closer into his embrace.

"Teacher, is your 'air conditioner' leaking Freon? Why is it getting colder and colder?" Jiang Chen mumbled incoherently, burying his head into the crook of Mu Qingxue's neck, greedily inhaling that cold, bone-chilling, faint fragrance.

Mu Qingxue's delicate body trembled slightly, feeling the pure Yang Qi that was aggressively intruding from Jiang Chen's body.

That was not True Qi, but a pure, overflowing, masculine fire capable of filling all her emptiness and cold.

"Mmm..."

Mu Qingxue couldn't help but let out a suppressed moan.

The pleasure of ice and fire intertwined caused her originally clear consciousness to once again fall into a paste-like state of Chaos. Not only did she not push him away, but she instinctively tightened her arms, wanting to completely merge this human furnace into her own bones and blood.

On the other side, Su Qingyue was at the other extreme.

The Awakening level of the Heavenly Phoenix Bloodline within her was jumping wildly.

To help Jiang Chen share the pressure, she hung onto Jiang Chen's back like a koala, her hot, delicate body continuously emitting a golden-red glow.

"Brother Jiang Chen, I'm not cold... I'm so hot..." Su Qingyue breathed into Jiang Chen's ear, her voice cloyingly sweet; the dry heat brought by the phoenix blood perfectly neutralized the chill leaking from Mu Qingxue.

The most outrageous one was Iliya, who was lying at the end of the bed.

This Beast Clan Saintess was currently maintaining her half-human, half-beast form, and those nine fluffy, snow-white, large tails—which had become extremely soft under the nourishment of Jiang Chen's Divine Sense—were currently acting like a top-tier silk down quilt with automatic temperature control, covering the three of them tightly underneath.

Jiang Chen's hand had somehow burrowed into the pile of tails, groping back and forth amidst that astonishing texture.

"Iliya, your tails... the quality has improved again. Is this the blessing of the Fox Ancestor's innate golden down?" Jiang Chen squeezed the base of one of the tails, causing the fox-eared girl in his arms to tremble violently, her small mouth slightly agape, her purple pupils filled with hazy mist.

"Mas... Master, gently... there..."

【Ding! Detected ultimate physical balance — "Ice Phoenix Condensation" + "Heavenly Phoenix Heating" + "Fox Fur Insulation".】

【Mental Energy recharge rate: +1000%!】

【Due to the host's overly arrogant sleeping posture, the heavens and earth have become jealous.】

A hundred meters outside this cozy, romantic, and even somewhat decadent little hut.

In the blizzard, three gray shadows approaching in a triangular formation were slowly sneaking forward.

They had no breath, no heartbeat, and even their body temperature had merged with the surrounding ice and snow. These were top assassins from the Northern Territory's most notorious assassination organization — the Eternal Sleep Cult.

"Target confirmed."

"All three female leads are in a... state of deep entanglement."

"This level of defense is simply an insult to us."

The silver-robed man leading them issued a cold sneer through Divine Thought.

He held an eyeball-shaped gemstone emitting gray Death Qi in his hand — this was the cult's ultimate treasure, the "Eye of Eternal Sleep."

"Activate the 'Eternal Sleep Curse.' Since he likes sleeping so much, let him and his harem sink into the dream forever."

The silver-robed man slowly raised his hand, and gray mist gathered at his fingertips.

He could feel that the aura inside the tent was extremely chaotic. In his view, a Genius who indulged in beauty, even if at the War God Realm, would inevitably have mental defenses as fragile as a sheet of paper while in this extreme enjoyment of "three-phase balance."

"Heh, the Sleep God of Great Xia? Nothing more than a withered bone in a grave."

The gray curse ripple penetrated the wind and snow, silently spreading toward the divine bed in the center of the tent.

And at this moment, Jiang Chen, inside the quilt, curled the corner of his mouth into a faint, almost imperceptible arc.

In his dream, he seemed to hear a few flies rubbing their legs together.