3: Chapter 3 The Bone-Deep Pain of the Cold Poison

The bone-chilling cold mist surged out like a flood that had found an outlet, pouring through the cracks of the opening stone gate.

Gu Yi did not hesitate in the slightest, stepping without any hesitation into this Forbidden Ground that could almost freeze time itself.

Accompanied by the faint sound of his robe brushing against the stone wall, the heavy stone gate slowly closed behind him.

"Boom—"

A muffled, thunderous sound completely isolated the Guanghan Cave Heaven from the outside world.

The scene inside the Immortal Cave was entirely a lifeless icy Hell.

The night-luminescent pearls that usually emitted a soft halo were now completely encased in thick, dark blue ice, allowing only an extremely faint, ghastly light reminiscent of ghost fire to seep through.

Visible crystalline ice powder floated in the air.

The extreme cold Qi, like a living thing, frantically burrowed into Gu Yi's body, attempting to freeze his blood and Meridians.

Gu Yi didn't even bother to activate a protective shield of spiritual power.

Just as that cold Qi was about to invade his heart meridian, the Primordial Limitless Creation Immortal Body lurking within his limbs and bones automatically sensed it.

A warm yet overbearing flow of Chaos heat instantly circulated throughout his entire body.

That nine yin cold poison, which would have instantly killed a Golden Core Stage Cultivator, was like a clay ox entering the sea upon contact with this heat flow; it was instantly assimilated and absorbed, instead turning into strands of pure foundation that nourished his Physical Body.

A calm smile played on the corners of Gu Yi's mouth as he walked with his hands behind his back, moving unhurriedly along the ice-covered passage toward the deepest part of the Immortal Cave.

His boots stepping on the ice made a teeth-grinding "creak" sound.

In this deathly silent ice cave, the sound of footsteps was exceptionally clear, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression.

The deeper he went, the lower the surrounding temperature became.

Passing through a long, narrow corridor, Gu Yi's footsteps paused slightly.

From the inner chamber ahead, a faint, extremely suppressed and painful panting sound could be heard.

The sound was intermittent, carrying uncontrollable trembling, much like a proud swan trapped in a blizzard, on the verge of desperation, trying its best to conceal its own vulnerability.

The darkness in Gu Yi's eyes deepened gradually as he stepped into the door of the inner chamber.

In the center of the inner chamber stood a massive jade bed carved from a single piece of ten-thousand-year dark ice.

And at this moment, that usually aloof and peerless, cold figure was curled up without any semblance of grace in the corner of the dark ice jade bed.

It was the Xuantian Sect's number one beauty, his Revered Master, Fei Yuechan.

During the day at the Frost Moon Main Hall, she was the Peak Nascent Soul Cultivator who could make him breathless with just a burst of pressure and cast him into Guhan Cliff with a single word.

Yet at this moment, she appeared incomparably delicate and pitiful.

That snow-like, cloudy white dress had long since been frozen stiff as iron by the cold Qi, clinging tightly to her graceful curves.

Her satin-like dark hair was covered in a thick layer of white frost.

Fei Yuechan hugged her own arms tightly, burying her face between her knees, her entire body convulsing violently and uncontrollably.

Her skin, originally as flawless as white jade, now showed a bloodless, ghastly pallor, and her lips were a sickly purplish-blue.

Most importantly, Gu Yi could not feel even a trace of spiritual power fluctuation from her.

Just as the System intelligence had stated.

During these few hours when the nine yin cold poison fully erupted, her heaven-defying cultivation base was completely frozen, reducing her to a Mortal woman with no power to truss a chicken—even worse than a Mortal, as she had to endure the extreme pain of the nine yin cold poison gnawing at her bones.

Gu Yi stood quietly in place, unscrupulously sizing up the woman on the jade bed.

This visual impact of witnessing a deity falling from the altar and shedding all pretense of dignity caused his villainous heart to beat at an uncontrollably faster frequency.

Perhaps it was because Gu Yi's gaze was too aggressive, or perhaps the sound of his boots crushing the ice crystals had finally startled the person on the bed.

Fei Yuechan's long, frost-covered eyelashes trembled violently a few times.

She lifted her head with difficulty and opened her eyes, following her senses.

Through the dim, ghastly blue light, she clearly saw the tall, upright figure standing at the entrance of the inner chamber.

In an instant, extreme shock and a trace of uncontrollable panic flashed through her eyes, which had always been as calm as an ancient well.

At her weakest, most disheveled, and most dangerous moment, a man had silently trespassed into her private Forbidden Ground!

And this man was the Personal Disciple she had personally punished severely just a few hours ago!

Fei Yuechan bit her inner lip hard, forcibly using the sharp pain to gain a sliver of clarity.

"Gu... Yi?"

Her voice was no longer the cold, majestic celestial tone of the past, but raspy, broken, and even carried an uncontrollable shiver.

"Who allowed you... to leave Guhan Cliff?"

Fei Yuechan tried hard to straighten her curled back, attempting to regain the airs of a Peak Revered Master and use that usual condescending gaze to intimidate this rebellious Disciple before her.

Unfortunately, this movement aggravated the nine yin cold poison raging within her body.

As soon as her voice fell, it triggered a bout of heart-wrenching coughing.

"Cough, cough..."

A shocking streak of crimson blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Before that drop of blood could fall onto her white dress, it was frozen into a dark red ice bead by the extreme cold Qi in mid-air, landing crisply on the jade bed.

Watching her forced composure, Gu Yi did not retreat; instead, he took a step forward in a leisurely manner.

"Revered Master, your words are a bit distant."

Gu Yi's tone was relaxed and casual.

"How can that bitter, cold place of Guhan Cliff compare to the tranquility of your Guanghan Cave Heaven, Revered Master?"

As he spoke, he continued to walk forward.

"Stop!"

Fei Yuechan watched Gu Yi approaching, her pupils contracting sharply.

As a battle-hardened high-level Cultivator, even though her cultivation base was completely lost at this moment, her keen intuition was still frantically sounding a warning.

Gu Yi's gaze had changed.

That was definitely not the look a Disciple should have when looking at their Revered Master.

The respect of the past was gone.

It was a condescending, possessive gaze, a predatory look as if he were sizing up an unparalleled treasure about to fall into his hands!

This highly aggressive gaze caused Fei Yuechan's already cold body to feel an even deeper chill.

"This is my secluded Forbidden Ground! Without my order, trespassers die!"

Fei Yuechan mustered her strength and scolded sternly.

"Gu Yi, considering this is your first offense, get out immediately! Go back to Guhan Cliff! I can pretend that nothing ever happened!"

This was her last trump card, using sect rules and her past prestige to scare him away.

Gu Yi stopped.

At this moment, he was only three steps away from the dark ice jade bed.

"Pretend that nothing happened?"

Gu Yi tilted his head slightly, a meaningful arc forming at the corner of his mouth as he chuckled.

This laughter echoed in the empty, deathly silent ice chamber, sounding exceptionally jarring.

"Revered Master, do you really think that I, your Disciple, would risk being shredded by the mountain protection array just to sneak into your Immortal Cave in the middle of the night, only to take a stroll and listen to you scold me twice?"

Gu Yi restrained his smile, his eyes becoming as deep as an abyss.

He no longer hid his intentions and directly pointed out the weakness that Fei Yuechan was currently trying so hard to hide.

"The nine yin cold poison in your body must have fully erupted, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Fei Yuechan was struck as if by lightning, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"You... how do you know?"

This was her biggest secret; in the entire Xuantian Sect, apart from the Grand Elder who had been traveling the world for many years, no one knew about it.

Why would this Disciple, whom she had always protected under her wings, know so clearly?!

Watching the shock and disbelief finally appear on his Revered Master's face, that trace of villainous dark humor in Gu Yi's heart was greatly satisfied.

He did not answer Fei Yuechan's question.

Instead, braving the cold Qi that was enough to freeze metal and stone, he took another step forward.

The chaotic heat flow emitted by his Creation Immortal Body forcibly pushed back the extremely cold aura around the dark ice jade bed, opening up a warm space.

Gu Yi's tall figure completely blocked out the faint blue light.

The shadow was like a dense, airtight net, completely enveloping the shivering Fei Yuechan on the jade bed.

"Revered Master, the wind is strong at night, and this ice bed is so cold."

Gu Yi slowly leaned down.

The distance between the two was drawn to an extremely dangerous point.

He could even clearly see Fei Yuechan's long eyelashes trembling slightly due to extreme weakness and nervousness.

As well as the trace of panic finally unable to be suppressed in the depths of those cold eyes.

Gu Yi stared at her slightly purple lips, his voice low and full of bewitchment.

"As your most beloved Personal Disciple, tonight, I absolutely cannot watch you alone, enduring this bone-gnawing pain of the nine yin cold poison."