6: Chapter 6 I, Gu, am a responsible villain.

Within the Guanghan Cave Heaven, a faint morning light filtered through the spiritual array in the ceiling, casting mottled shadows.

The inner chamber, which had been as deathly silent as a ten-thousand-year glacier, was now permeated with a lingering, amorous, and warm fragrance.

Around the dark ice jade bed, the thick ice frozen by the nine yin cold poison had already melted for the most part during the extreme clash of ice and fire last night.

Water droplets slid down the stone walls, making crisp "drip-drop" sounds.

Fei Yuechan's long eyelashes trembled gently, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The moment consciousness returned, a soreness as if she had been crushed countless times by a high-level Yao Beast swept through her limbs and bones like a tide.

The strange trembling between her legs was a constant reminder of the absurdity and treasonous acts that had occurred on this dark ice jade bed last night.

She, the high and mighty Peak Revered Master of Lanyue Peak of the Xuantian Sect, a pure and icy Nascent Soul Cultivator, had actually been forcibly pinned down on the bed by the Personal Disciple she had raised herself, and her purity had been taken.

Those lingering entanglements accompanied by heavy breathing, those cries of shame that made her want to bite her tongue and die, were branded into her mind, impossible to erase.

Fei Yuechan bit her lower lip hard, her beautiful face a mix of humiliation, anger, and endless sorrow.

Subconsciously, she wanted to mobilize her Qi to bring justice to the Rebellious Disciple who had ruined her reputation.

Yet, her Dantian was deathly silent.

That dark golden lotus mark, personally planted by Gu Yi, was like an unshakable shackle, tightly sealing her Nascent Soul and Meridians.

Not only that.

Although her cultivation was still sealed, Fei Yuechan keenly noticed that the bone-chilling cold that usually tormented her for months even after recovering her cultivation, was now completely gone.

In its place was an extremely unfamiliar yet incredibly comforting warm current, slowly traveling along her Meridians and repairing her broken body.

That was the Chaos Creation Immortal Body Qi left behind by Gu Yi.

This tearing sensation—extreme physical relief coupled with devastating psychological trauma—caused Fei Yuechan's breathing to quicken instantly.

"Awake?"

A male voice, tinged with laziness and amusement, came from the jade table not far away.

Fei Yuechan looked with difficulty in the direction of the voice.

Gu Yi was wearing only a thin white inner robe, his back to her, leisurely pouring spiritual tea into a celadon jade cup.

On his broad, sturdy back, several crisscrossing scratch marks were particularly eye-catching; they were the "masterpieces" Fei Yuechan had left behind in her extreme loss of control last night.

Seeing Gu Yi looking so relaxed, as if nothing had happened, and even appearing refreshed, the anger in Fei Yuechan's heart was ignited with a "boom."

"Gu Yi... you beast!"

Fei Yuechan forced her sore body up from the messy dark ice jade bed.

Her gaze swept quickly across the room, and at a glance, she saw her Lifebound Treasure—the Frost Sword—hanging on the weapon rack nearby.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fei Yuechan, not caring that she was only covered by a tattered quilt, ran barefoot with her jade-white feet towards the weapon rack, grabbing the cold, gleaming long sword.

"Today, I… must kill you to clean up the sect!"

She gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, pointed the tip of the sword directly at Gu Yi's heart, and used all her strength to lunge forward.

The blade sliced through the air, emitting a sharp whistle.

Gu Yi did not even turn his head.

He simply picked up the cup of spiritual tea he had just poured and stepped half a step to the left with extreme naturalness.

In that half-step, the Frost Sword, which should have pierced his heart, brushed past his collar.

Without the support of Qi, Fei Yuechan's seemingly fierce sword strike was not only pitifully slow but also completely devoid of technique.

The strike missed.

Fei Yuechan, already physically exhausted from last night's ordeal, felt her legs go soft due to momentum, and she fell forward uncontrollably.

The pain she expected from hitting the hard ice floor did not come.

A strong, powerful arm firmly wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her into a broad, scorching chest.

"Clang—"

The Frost Sword slipped from Fei Yuechan's weak fingertips, hitting the ground with a crisp sound.

"Revered Master, you've just been cured of the cold poison, and your body is still weak. Why are you so angry early in the morning?"

Gu Yi looked down at the breathtakingly beautiful woman in his arms, who was panting and filled with shame and anger, the smile on his lips growing deeper.

"Let me go!"

Fei Yuechan struggled desperately, her pale fists beating weakly against Gu Yi's chest.

"You traitorous Disciple who defies your Revered Master! You have ruined my hundreds of years of pure cultivation. Even if I die, I will never let you go!"

With red-rimmed eyes and a voice filled with unconcealable sobbing, she no longer looked like the high and mighty Fairy of the ice mountains, but rather like a little woman who had suffered a great grievance but was helpless.

Gu Yi let her beat him.

This level of force was no different from coquettish flirting against his Creation Immortal Body.

He casually placed the celadon jade cup on the stone table nearby, freed his other hand, and dominantly gripped Fei Yuechan's wrists, which were continuing to cause trouble.

"Revered Master, these words really hurt this Disciple's heart."

Gu Yi leaned down slightly, his deep eyes staring straight into Fei Yuechan's teary eyes, his tone tinged with playful grievance.

"Last night, it was clearly your nine yin cold poison acting up, and you were in unbearable pain. To save you, I spared no cost to my Origin, gave myself to you, and worked myself to the bone all night."

"How is it that as soon as the sun rises, your cold poison is suppressed and you feel comfortable, you turn your back on me? Holding a sword and wanting to kill your savior?"

"Could it be that Revered Master wanted this Disciple to be a heartless scoundrel who pulls out after the poison is gone, pulls up his pants and leaves, throwing you alone in this cold Immortal Cave to fend for yourself?"

"You... shut up!"

Fei Yuechan was trembling with rage at Gu Yi's twisted logic and wild, lewd words.

What did he mean he gave himself to her? What did he mean he worked himself to the bone? It was clearly him who forcibly sealed her cultivation and took advantage of her!

Just as Gu Yi was enjoying the sight of his Revered Master being so exasperated, a crisp mechanical sound exploded deep in his mind.

[Ding!]

[Summarizing villainous behavior from last night... Detected that the host has successfully conquered the core Luck girl both physically and mentally, achieving a villain milestone achievement.]

[Distributing milestone unlock rewards...]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Villain Points +3000.]

Listening to the prompt in his mind, a flash of brightness crossed Gu Yi's eyes.

He looked at Fei Yuechan in his arms, whose chest was still heaving violently from anger, and did not continue to provoke her with words.

Gu Yi bent down directly, and amidst Fei Yuechan's exclamation, he scooped her up horizontally.

"What are you doing! Put me down!"

Fei Yuechan struggled in panic; she now had an almost instinctive fear and guard against Gu Yi's embrace, afraid that this Rebellious Disciple who didn't play by the rules would do something even more insane.

Gu Yi ignored her resistance, walked to the dark ice jade bed in long strides, and gently set her down on the edge of the bed.

Then, as if performing a magic trick, he took out a brand new, extremely soft moon-white outer robe from his storage ring.

Gu Yi leaned down slightly, his movements impossibly gentle, and draped the outer robe over Fei Yuechan's round, fragrant shoulders, which were trembling slightly from cold and shame.

Fei Yuechan was stunned.

She had prepared herself for further humiliation from Gu Yi, but she hadn't expected such detailed and considerate actions.

Gu Yi did not stop there.

He half-knelt in front of Fei Yuechan, looking at her with extreme focus.

His slender, powerful fingers gently picked up a strand of black hair that had stuck to her cheek due to sweat and tucked it behind her ear with extreme tenderness.

The warm touch of his fingertips brushed against her cold skin, bringing a wave of indescribable trembling.

Fei Yuechan wanted to turn her head away, but Gu Yi's movements, though gentle, carried an irresistible force.

He carefully adjusted the collar of her outer robe, covering the large expanse of snow-white spring scenery exposed to the air, and finally, leisurely tied a beautiful knot at her waist.

After doing all this, Gu Yi raised his head, meeting Fei Yuechan's gaze filled with shock and defensiveness, and a gentle, doting smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"Revered Master, your body is still very weak and cannot catch a cold."

His voice was no longer the deep, dangerous demonic sound from last night, but had returned to the respectful and gentle tone of the senior Disciple, even carrying a hint of imperceptible tenderness.

This extreme contrast was like two completely different sharp blades piercing into Fei Yuechan's defenses simultaneously.

She looked at the handsome, unparalleled face full of concern before her, and her brain fell into a brief blankness.

The devil who tore her apart and forcibly possessed her like a tyrant last night was him. Now, this elegant Young Master kneeling before her, with gentle eyes, carefully dressing her and fixing her hair, was also him.

Fei Yuechan's breathing became somewhat chaotic.

She realized she couldn't produce pure killing intent toward this man in front of her.

Reason told her that Gu Yi was a bastard who defied his Revered Master and deserved to be cut into a thousand pieces. But her body, her Meridians that had been tormented by the cold poison for decades, were greedily clinging to the warmth and vitality he had left behind.

The moment he tucked her clothes in earlier, her heart, which had been frozen for years, uncontrollably skipped a beat.

This feeling of losing control made her feel more afraid than losing her purity.

"Don't touch me..."

Fei Yuechan turned her head away abruptly, avoiding Gu Yi's highly aggressive, gentle gaze.

She gripped her collar tightly with both hands, her voice hoarse, and her tone revealing a rare sense of guilty conscience.

"Don't think that... just because you act like this, I will forgive you. As soon as the Seal is broken, I will kill you."

Even when making threats, she looked more like a little girl who had suffered a grievance and was sulking, with no deterrent power at all.

Gu Yi stood up, looking at his stubborn yet soft-hearted Revered Master, the smile in his eyes almost overflowing.

"This Disciple does not dare to hope for Revered Master's forgiveness."

Gu Yi went with the flow, his voice extremely sincere.

"If Revered Master wants to kill this Disciple, this Disciple will never fight back. However, before that..."

He paused, his gaze falling on Fei Yuechan's still pale lips.

"Before you recover your cultivation, during your time in this Guanghan Cave Heaven, let this Disciple take care of your daily needs personally."