Chapter 182 Don't Get Caught in the Trouble with Three Women

Lin Qingzhu's face was pale, her hand holding the sword trembling slightly.

"This Formation has extracted the cold Qi from the entire Secret Realm; its power is infinite. We cannot break it at all!" Jiang Wanyin bit her red lips, a flash of despair in her eyes.

"Senior Brother..." Qin Yurou was terrified, her small face deathly pale, and she retreated repeatedly.

"Step back."

Su Ye's calm voice rang out.

He took a slow step forward. With just that single stride, he appeared directly in front of the three women, as if he had shortened the distance of the earth.

His broad and upright back, like an insurmountable ancient sacred mountain, instantly blocked the world-destroying blizzard.

"Since you all like ice so much, I will add some fire for you."

Su Ye slowly raised the taichu sword in his hand. In his deep eyes, two divine flames—one gold and one purple—roared to life.

"Taichu Yin-Yang Technique—Heaven Burning Slash!"

Following Su Ye's low shout.

The true essence belonging to the extreme Yang power within his body erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for ten thousand years!

Upon the taichu sword, a blinding, extreme purple-gold flame burst forth.

This flame was not an ordinary fire, but the Taichu True Yang Fire, conceived within the Taichu Yin-Yang Technique, specifically designed to counter all things of extreme Yin and extreme cold in the world!

"Slash!"

Su Ye swung his sword.

There was no superfluous flair, only a three-hundred-zhang long purple-gold sword radiance, carrying a terrifying high temperature capable of burning the sky and boiling the sea, sweeping outward!

"Crack, crack, crack... Boom!"

The hundred-zhang Ice Demon phantom, which had just condensed and was arrogant, emitted a shrill, desperate wail the moment it touched the purple-gold sword radiance.

Not even lasting a single breath, the entire Formation exploded!

The twelve invincible Dao soldiers made of ten-thousand-year black ice, under this overbearing extreme Yang fire, melted and evaporated instantly like snow under the sun, turning into white steam that dissipated into the world.

One sword, breaking the Formation, instantly killing twelve Nascent Soul Puppets!

Sweeping away everything, unstoppable!

The temperature of the entire underground ice palace was forcibly raised by dozens of degrees by this one strike. The originally freezing forbidden land now made people feel a trace of warmth.

Su Ye slowly retracted his sword, calm and composed, without even breaking a sweat.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

The three women behind him were completely stunned.

Although it was not the first time they had seen Su Ye make a move, this pure aesthetic of violence, this invincible posture of crushing everything into slag, still caused their minds to be violently shaken.

"Senior Brother... so handsome..."

Qin Yurou's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground. Her watery eyes were filled with an almost pathological infatuation.

"This is my man... No, this is my Senior Brother!"

Jiang Wanyin's breathing was rapid, her full chest heaving violently. The look she gave Su Ye was so scorching it felt as if it could melt a person.

Lin Qingzhu bit her lower lip hard, forcefully suppressing the urge to rush up and hug that back. The ice and snow in her eyes had already melted into spring water that could not be frozen.

"What are you all staring at? Keep up."

Su Ye didn't look back, just said this lightly, and stepped toward the ice palace, which already had its doors wide open.

The three women woke up as if from a dream and scrambled to follow him.

"Senior Brother, are you tired? Let Wanyin massage your shoulders." Jiang Wanyin immediately crowded up, her hands naturally resting on Su Ye's shoulders, gently massaging them.

"Second Martial Sister, Senior Brother just used the power of Yang fire; his body must be hot right now and needs cooling down."

Lin Qingzhu, not to be outdone, immediately condensed a ball of cool spiritual mist, thoughtfully encircling Su Ye's body. She even took a veil from her storage ring to gently wipe away the non-existent sweat from Su Ye.

"Move aside, you two! The sword strike Senior Brother just unleashed was too draining; Yuruo wants to play a song for Senior Brother to calm his mind!"

Qin Yurou couldn't squeeze in and stamped her feet in anxiety, immediately taking out a jade flute to prepare to play.

"Qin Yurou, shut up! The broken tune you play sounds like ghosts howling; do you want to make Senior Brother suffer from Qi Deviation?!"

"Jiang Wanyin, who are you calling ghosts howling?! Senior Brother clearly said my playing sounds good!"

"That's because Senior Brother was considering the camaraderie of the Sect and didn't want to hurt your self-esteem!"

"Both of you shut up, you are disturbing Senior Brother's rest."

Watching the three women start chattering and comparing themselves again, Su Ye felt the veins on his forehead throbbing.

If he didn't need them to push the plot of this Secret Realm, he would have wanted to knock these three girls out and throw them back to the Sect.

"Enough."

Su Ye's voice was slightly deep.

The three women instantly went silent, obediently standing on both sides, eyes watching their noses, noses watching their hearts.

Su Ye stepped into the main hall of the ice palace.

The interior of the hall was extremely spacious. Apart from thick ice pillars, only an ancient altar stood in the very center of the hall.

Above the altar, a fist-sized bead, deep and mysterious blue in color, was suspended.

Around this bead, even the space was frozen, creating wisps of black Void Realm cracks.

"Extreme Yin Ice Soul Bead?!"

The knowledgeable Lin Qingzhu let out a cry of surprise, her cold face full of disbelief, "This... this is a legendary Immortal Rank Low Grade Spiritual Artifact!"

Immortal Rank!

Hearing these two words, even Jiang Wanyin and Qin Yurou gasped.

In the current cultivation world of Blue Star, emperor grade spirit artifacts were already the Foundation for the major Holy Lands.

As for Immortal Rank Spiritual Artifacts, they only existed in legends. Even if the Old Ancestor of the Primordial Origin Holy Land were to come out of seclusion, they would go crazy seeing this!

"Immortal Rank Low Grade, huh..."

Su Ye's gaze was calm, as if looking at an ordinary object.

He jumped onto the altar and reached out to grab the Extreme Yin Ice Soul Bead.

"Senior Brother, be careful! Immortal Rank Spiritual Artifacts have spirits; the extreme Yin Qi will backfire!" Lin Qingzhu warned urgently.

However, before her voice fell, Su Ye's hand had already grasped the bead.

"Boom!"

A terrifying, extreme cold Qi, a hundred times stronger than the previous Ice River Giant Beast, surged into his body along his arm like a raging sea!

This extreme Yin Qi was extremely overbearing. If it were an ordinary Dongxu Realm Great Power, even touching a wisp would instantly freeze them into powder!

However.

Su Ye didn't even frown.

"Swallow."

He gave a low shout, and the Taichu Yin-Yang Technique operated again.

This time, he didn't disperse it, but directly used the purest extreme Yin Origin within his body that originated from Leng Yueli, interweaving it with the Taichu Yang power to form a huge Taiji Yin-Yang diagram, forcibly swallowing and refining this Immortal Rank extreme Yin Qi!

"Buzz, buzz, buzz—"

The Extreme Yin Ice Soul Bead struggled violently for a moment, seemingly sensing the Origin aura within Su Ye's body that was even more noble than its own. Finally, it let out a whimper and obediently retracted all its cold Qi, lying quietly in Su Ye's palm.

"Senior Brother, are you alright?!"

Seeing this, the three women hurriedly rushed onto the altar, surrounding Su Ye and checking him all over to see if he was injured.

"No harm."

Su Ye put the Extreme Yin Ice Soul Bead into his Sea of Consciousness to nurture it, his gaze sweeping across the empty ice palace.

The treasure was in hand, and the core area of this Xuanbing Secret Realm could be considered completely emptied by him.

"This place is not suitable for a long stay; the Laws of the Secret Realm are collapsing. We are preparing to return to the Sect."

As soon as Su Ye finished speaking.

In his Sea of Consciousness, Leng Yueli's impatient and slightly resentful voice rang out again.

"Yeer, come back immediately once you have the item."

"If you let those three little vixens touch your body again, Revered Master... Revered Master will make you unable to get out of bed tonight!"

Hearing this, Su Ye's heart stirred.

In his mind, he couldn't help but picture Leng Yueli's beautiful figure and moving, coquettish tone.

"It seems Revered Master is truly hungry..."

Su Ye smiled slightly, his purple-gold divine radiance surging, and the taichu sword shot into the sky, directly cleaving a spatial rift leading to the outside world above the collapsing ice palace.

"Let's go, back to the Primordial Origin Holy Land!"

Su Ye waved his large sleeves, swept up the three Junior Sisters who were still rolling their eyes at each other, and transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into this completely collapsing ancient Secret Realm.

And the Shuraba belonging to the Taichu Purple Bamboo Peak had just begun.

"Rip—"

Accompanied by a harsh, sharp sound as if cloth had been fiercely torn.

Above the Purple Bamboo Peak of the Primordial Origin Holy Land.

The originally cloudless blue sky suddenly twisted violently, and immediately after, a pitch-black spatial rift dozens of zhang long appeared out of thin air between heaven and earth!

Violent spatial turbulence overflowed from the rift, causing the surrounding mountain rocks and trees to rustle.

"That is... a Void Realm rift?!"

"Such terrifying pressure! Could it be that some Supreme Old Ancestor who was in closed-door cultivation has come out?"

In the Scripture Pavilion not far away, Elder Wang, who was reading ancient books, suddenly raised his head. A sharp light erupted from his cloudy eyes, and his figure flashed out of the pavilion.

Deacon Zhao of the Discipline Hall was even so scared that the Jade Slip in his hand fell to the ground, and he drew his long sword, ready to face the enemy.

However, the next moment.

No Supreme Old Ancestor walked out of the spatial rift; instead, a young man in white as snow stepped out gracefully.

The young man's face was handsome like an immortal, his clothes fluttering, and purple-gold divine light lingered around him, like an exiled immortal descending to the world.

Behind him followed three peerlessly beautiful girls with different temperaments.

"It's... it's Senior Brother Su Ye of Purple Bamboo Peak!"

"Hiss—traversing the Void Realm with his Physical Body, tearing space with his bare hands? Is this something the younger generation can do?!"

"Senior Nephew Su Ye's cultivation... has he already stepped into the Soul Transformation, or even the Dongxu Realm?!"

On the main peak, several Elders who had been alarmed watched this scene from afar, gasping in unison, so shocked that their chins almost dropped to the ground.

Su Ye ignored the shock of the outside world. With a backhand swipe, the terrifying spatial rift was easily smoothed away like a zipper.

The four landed steadily on the wide white marble square of Purple Bamboo Peak.

"Hoo—finally back."

Jiang Wanyin let out a long sigh of relief, her proud breasts heaving violently with her breathing, enticing thoughts.

Her beautiful eyes turned, and she immediately stuck to Su Ye like a beautiful snake.

"Senior Brother, Wanyin is so tired from this trip to the Secret Realm; my whole body is full of cold Qi."

Jiang Wanyin grabbed Su Ye's arm coquettishly, shaking it gently, "Wanyin's Fire Spirit Root has caught a chill. Senior Brother, come to Wanyin's Immortal Cave tonight to help Wanyin regulate her spiritual power, okay? By the way... Wanyin will massage your legs."

"Second Martial Sister, Senior Brother has just experienced a great battle and needs peace and cultivation. Your fire-attribute spiritual power is too restless; going there will only add trouble."

Lin Qingzhu coldly interrupted Jiang Wanyin, her toes tapping the ground as she landed lightly on Su Ye's other side.

Although she appeared to be a cold and otherworldly Fairy on the surface, her clear eyes hid a deep tenderness.

"Senior Brother." Lin Qingzhu bowed slightly, her voice as crisp as jade striking ice, "There is a thousand-year-old ice spring in Qing Zhu's Immortal Cave, which is most suitable for washing away fatigue."

"If Senior Brother does not mind, Qing Zhu is willing to personally undress and bathe you, and cook snow to brew tea."

Hearing the words "undress and bathe," Jiang Wanyin instantly bristled.

"Lin Qingzhu! You repressed pervert! You usually pretend to be an ice block, but secretly you want to peek at Senior Brother bathing! Have you no shame!"

"Second Martial Sister, you are wrong. Those who Cultivate do not fuss over trifles. I am only thinking of Senior Brother's physical and mental health, unlike you, whose mind is full of illicit thoughts." Lin Qingzhu retorted without changing her expression.

"Who are you calling illicit? Want a fight?" Jiang Wanyin flicked the long whip in her hand, leaving a scorched mark on the square with a "crack."

"Senior Brother, look at them..."

Just as the two were at daggers drawn, Qin Yurou timidly grabbed the corner of Su Ye's clothes.

Her peach-blossom eyes were filled with mist, her eye sockets red, as if she had suffered a great grievance.

"The Senior Sisters have profound cultivation and can help Senior Brother, but only Yuruo is useless and only causes trouble for Senior Brother..."

Qin Yurou sniffed her little nose, lifted her pure yet seductive little face, "Yuruo will not fight for anything, Yuruo only asks to be able to lay a floor mat by Senior Brother's bed."

"If Senior Brother is thirsty in the middle of the night, Yuruo can feed Senior Brother water. If Senior Brother is cold, Yuruo will warm the bed for Senior Brother with her body..."

"Qin Yurou! You little green tea, shut up!"

Jiang Wanyin and Lin Qingzhu roared in unison. The two women stopped arguing and instantly formed a united front, glaring fiercely at this Junior Sister who was best at pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger.

Seeing that the Purple Bamboo Peak square was about to evolve into the first Primordial Origin Holy Land palace intrigue competition, Su Ye finally rubbed his brow with a headache.

"All of you, settle down."

Su Ye's voice was not loud, but it carried the unquestionable dignity of a Senior Brother.

The aura of the Taichu Yin-Yang Technique vibrated slightly, and the three women instantly quieted down, standing straight obediently, though their eyes were still clashing wildly in secret.

"In this trip to the Secret Realm, you all gained great Opportunity."

Su Ye stood with his hands behind his back, his majestic gaze sweeping over the three Junior Sisters, "Jiang Wanyin, you obtained the medicinal power of the Nine-Turn Ice Phoenix Fruit. You need to enter secluded meditation to convert it into the extreme Yin within fire. Only by balancing Yin and Yang can you achieve a Breakthrough to the Nascent Soul!"

"Lin Qingzhu, your sword heart is clear, but you showed flaws when facing the Ice Demon. Go to the back mountain to face the wall and contemplate. You are not allowed to leave until you achieve Soul Transformation!"

"And you, Qin Yurou."

Su Ye glared at the Junior Sister who was preparing to act spoiled, "Stop using the Nine-Orifice Exquisite Heart as a shield. Put away those messy thoughts and go copy the "Heart Clearing Incantation" from the Scripture Pavilion one thousand times!"

"Ah? One thousand times..." Qin Yurou's little face collapsed, and she pouted pitifully.

"Two thousand times." Su Ye said expressionlessly.

"Yuruo will go now!" Qin Yurou was startled, fearing he would add more, and slipped away in a flash.

Seeing this, Jiang Wanyin and Lin Qingzhu knew it was impossible to take advantage of Su Ye today, so they could only pout unwillingly.

"Then... Senior Brother, rest well. Wanyin will come to see you in a few days." Jiang Wanyin walked towards her Immortal Cave, looking back every three steps.

"Qing Zhu takes her leave." Lin Qingzhu gave Su Ye a deep look, then turned into a streak of sword light and disappeared from the square.

After sending away the three troublesome little enchantresses, Su Ye let out a long sigh.

This Senior Brother role really isn't a job for humans.

However, he had no time to rest now.

In his Sea of Consciousness, that wisp of Divine Sense belonging solely to Leng Yueli was emitting a scorching and dangerous fragrance, urging him to hurry to the summit of Purple Bamboo Peak.

Su Ye curled his lips into a faint smile, his figure swayed, and he merged into the Void Realm.

At the summit of Purple Bamboo Peak, Lan Yue Pavilion.

This was the private bedroom of Peak Revered Master Leng Yueli, where the heavy Imperial Rank Mountain Protecting Grand Array had been set up. Usually, even if the Holy Revered Master arrived in person, they would not be able to step in without notification.

But in Su Ye's eyes, these Formations were as useless as the threshold of his own back garden.

"Hum —"

Space rippled slightly, and Su Ye's figure appeared silently inside the spacious and luxurious bedroom.

The great hall was lit with extremely precious spirit-calming dragon saliva incense, and soft white gauze curtains fluttered in the wind.

In the center of the hall was a huge bed carved from a single piece of ten-thousand-year warm jade.

"Disciple Su Ye, pays respects to Revered Master."

Su Ye stood below the jade steps, bowing slightly, his tone carrying a touch of playfulness.

"You still know how to come back?"

A voice, cold yet filled with endless laziness, came from behind the layers of curtains.

A flawless jade foot gently lifted the white gauze.

Immediately after, Leng Yueli's peerless, country-toppling face appeared before Su Ye's eyes.

Today, she was not wearing the complex long dress that symbolized the dignity of a Peak Revered Master, but was only draped in a semi-transparent, plain white cloud gauze nightgown.

Her perfect figure was visible under the light gauze, and her skin, whiter than frost and snow, emitted a faint luster.

Especially her pair of long, straight, beautiful legs, which were crossed casually, exuding a fatal temptation that would drive any male cultivator crazy.

In front of outsiders, she was the high and mighty, cold and ruthless Tribulation Crossing Realm Great Power whose sword frost chilled fourteen states.

But in front of Su Ye, she was just a beautiful woman who had fallen in love, and was even a little insecure.

Su Ye looked at this scene before him, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he walked up the jade steps unceremoniously, sitting directly on the edge of the bed.

"Revered Master summoned me, how could this Disciple dare not to comply?"

Su Ye took the Opportunity to hold Leng Yueli's soft, boneless jade foot, gently playing with it in his palm.

"Hmph!"

Leng Yueli instinctively wanted to pull her foot back, but under Su Ye's stroking, her delicate body couldn't help but soften.

A moving blush rose on her beautiful cheeks, and her beautiful eyes glared fiercely at Su Ye, but it had no lethality, instead, it looked like she was acting spoiled.

"Stop being glib with me!"

Leng Yueli sat up abruptly, leaning close to Su Ye like a little leopard protecting its food, and sniffed hard at his collar.

Instantly, her willow eyebrows stood up.

"Oh! Jiang Wanyin's fire lotus scent, Lin Qingzhu's ice and snow aura, and that little girl Qin Yurou's hundred-flower scent!"

Leng Yueli stretched out her jade-white fingers and pinched Su Ye's waist hard.

"Su Ye! You went on this trip to the Secret Realm and were left and right in your arms, enjoying the company of multiple beauties!"

"Even after returning to the Sect, you still let them fight to undress and bathe you?!"

Although Su Ye already possessed a Physical Body invincible below the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, he still cooperated extremely well and gasped in cold air from this pinch full of love.

"Revered Master, you wrong me."

Su Ye fell onto the bed, pulling Leng Yueli into his arms.

"They are just little girls who haven't grown up. This Disciple only has camaraderie for them, absolutely no other intentions."

"This Disciple's heart was already swallowed whole by Revered Master that night at the back mountain cold pool."

Hearing the words "back mountain cold pool," Leng Yueli's earlobes turned bright red instantly, like a ripe cherry.

That night, because her Cultivation Technique went wrong, the cold poison attacked her heart.

It was her Rebellious Disciple, Su Ye, who forcibly broke into the cold pool and used his overbearing Extreme Yang Origin to forcefully remove the cold poison for her.

It's just that the method of removing the cold poison... was extremely deep.

Since then, this high and unattainable Holy Land ice beauty had completely fallen into her Disciple's arms.

"You... you dare to mention that matter!"

Leng Yueli was ashamed and angry, pounding Su Ye's chest twice with her pink fists.

"If those old stubborn people in the Sect knew that I, the dignified Peak Master of Purple Bamboo Peak, was actually with my own direct Disciple... what kind of scandal would that be!"

"Then don't let them know."

Su Ye chuckled, turned over, and pressed Leng Yueli under him.

He lowered his head to look at his Revered Master's face, which was close at hand and as beautiful as a peach blossom, his voice becoming low and hoarse: "As long as we are careful, no one will find out."

"And... Revered Master usually puts on the airs of a Peak Revered Master outside, but at night, you are gentle and submissive in my arms. I really like this contrast."

"Rebellious Disciple... you are becoming more and more presumptuous..."

Leng Yueli's breathing quickened, her eyes blurred, and her hands, which originally wanted to push Su Ye away, unknowingly wrapped around his neck.

Su Ye stopped talking nonsense, lowered his head, and kissed those delicate, red lips heavily.

"Mmm..."

Leng Yueli let out a soft moan, all her disguise and coldness melting away at this moment.

She responded passionately to Su Ye's demands, their breaths heating up rapidly within the curtains.

After a long time, their lips parted.

Leng Yueli leaned against Su Ye's chest, panting, her eyes filled with a charming, amorous look.

She forced herself to maintain a sliver of rationality, her slender hand pressing on Su Ye's lower abdomen, feeling the fluctuation of Spiritual power in his body.

"Stop fooling around... Let Revered Master check your Foundation."

Leng Yueli's voice was extremely soft and sweet, but her Divine Sense probed into Su Ye's Dantian with extreme sharpness.

A moment later, she opened her beautiful eyes wide, looking at Su Ye in shock.

"You... you really refined the Extreme Yin Ice Soul Bead?!"

That was an Immortal Rank Low Grade Spiritual Artifact!

Even for a Great Power like her at the Ninth Heaven of Tribulation Crossing Realm, wanting to refine the vast Extreme Yin Qi within it would require hundreds of years of hard work, and any carelessness could lead to Qi Deviation.

But what was Su Ye's cultivation level?

Even though his combat power was Heaven-Defying, he had only revealed the tip of the iceberg in terms of Realm, yet he had completely fused it into his body in just half an hour!

"I said, the wisp of Taichu Extreme Yin Origin that Revered Master bestowed upon me is the nemesis of all Yin and cold things in the world."

Su Ye held Leng Yueli's hand, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his lips.