163: Chapter 163 The Judge's Collapse of Faith

"Ring, ring, ring!"

The urgent alarm and Fatty Wang's shouting over the communicator instantly shattered the thick, almost tangible lingering romance in the Xuanbing Chamber.

Lin Ye leaned against the edge of the ice bed carved from ten-thousand-year-old mysterious ice, his lean, muscular chest rising and falling slightly.

Sweat slid down his well-defined abs and dripped onto the ice, instantly sending up a faint wisp of white mist.

Even with his Pure Yang Dao Body, the frantic clash between extreme cold and extreme heat just now had indeed drained a lot of his physical strength.

But the benefits were obvious.

The massive spiritual energy of the Millennium Nether Dragon Marrow, washed by the supreme laws of the "Yellow Emperors Inner Canon: Yin-Yang Interaction Chapter", had completely integrated into his entire body.

Lin Ye could clearly feel that the extremely rigid and yang true qi in his body was more than twice as abundant as before.

If he were to face that Giant Bronze Coffin in the Yellow Springs Market again, he wouldn't even need to use the Heavenly Thunder Talisman; with just his physical body and Pure Yang Qi, he could smash it to pieces with a single punch.

"Ugh..."

A highly dissatisfied, lazy hum came from his arms.

Frost Star, who had just completed her transformation and completely stabilized her realm as the Nether Empress, squirmed her ripe, gorgeous body in annoyance, like a Persian cat whose afternoon nap had been disturbed.

Her silver-blue twin tails lay scattered across Lin Ye's arm.

"So noisy... I hate it..."

Frost Star pouted her red lips and closed her eyes, rubbing her face—which was both seductive and innocent—vigorously against Lin Ye's chest.

She clung to his neck, refusing to let go.

"Frost Star isn't full yet..."

"Alright, we have plenty of time."

Lin Ye slapped her backside, the crisp sound echoing inside the Xuanbing Chamber.

Frost Star let out a soft whine. Although her face was written all over with reluctance, her absolute submission to Lin Ye in her bones made her obediently let go.

She lazily rolled over to lie on her side on the ice bed, propping her chin up with one hand, her watery heterochromatic eyes watching Lin Ye get up.

Just then, the heavy stone door of the Xuanbing Chamber rumbled as it ground open.

The door opened.

Leng Yue, wearing her signature long black trench coat, walked in with a calm and elegant stride.

Her dark gold eyes first swept over Frost Star, who was barely dressed and exuded an astonishingly seductive charm on the ice bed, and then her gaze naturally fell upon Lin Ye.

As the undisputed "first wife" of this Funeral Shop, Leng Yue possessed the absolute confidence and aura of the main wife that came with being a Millennium Drought Demon.

She walked straight up to Lin Ye, naturally retrieved a clean black shirt from her storage space, and shook it open.

"Husband, raise your arms."

Her cool voice carried a tenderness reserved only for Lin Ye.

Lin Ye cooperatively spread his arms.

Leng Yue gently helped him put on the shirt, her slender, cool, jade-like hands buttoning it up one by one, while also smoothing out the wrinkles on his collar.

"That little girl didn't wear you out, did she, Husband?"

As Leng Yue buttoned his shirt, she glanced at Frost Star on the bed out of the corner of her eye. Her tone was flat, but carried a hidden edge.

"Is Sister jealous?"

Frost Star giggled.

Leng Yue turned her head, her dark gold eyes narrowing slightly.

The temperature inside the Xuanbing Chamber instantly dropped by another dozen degrees, and a terrifying pressure belonging to a Drought Demon faintly emanated.

"Now that you've grown up, you've gotten bolder? Even you are Husband's private property. Don't forget who sets the rules in this shop."

Seeing his wives about to start a physical fight in the ice chamber, Lin Ye shook his head helplessly.

He reached out to wrap his arm around Leng Yue's slender waist, pulled her into his embrace, and leaned down to kiss her cool lips.

"Alright, stop fooling around."

A single kiss settled the storm.

The murderous aura around Leng Yue instantly melted away. She leaned obediently against Lin Ye's chest and threw a provocative look back at Frost Star, which meant: See that? Husband still loves me the most.

Frost Star puffed her cheeks in anger, grabbed the windbreaker Lin Ye had just taken off to wrap around her alluring body, and hopped off the bed in a huff.

"Fatty said a foreign woman came to the door? Let's go see who dares to disturb my quiet cultivation."

Lin Ye adjusted his collar and strode out of the Xuanbing Chamber.

...

Meanwhile, in the front hall of the Funeral Shop.

The atmosphere in the reception area of the first-floor lobby was bizarre to the extreme.

Fatty Wang tightly gripped his Malevolent Deboning Knife, sweating profusely as he hid behind the Phoebe zhennan tea table.

Ayugu was on high alert, holding her black bamboo tube filled with Gu insects, staring intently at the figure collapsed outside the glass door.

"Fatty, this foreign woman's scent is too bizarre! It smells worse than a corpse, and it has a strange odor that makes my blood boil!"

Ayugu pinched her nose, looking highly alert.

Collapsed outside the door was none other than Helena, the Chief Nun of the Western Inquisition, who had been so insufferably arrogant in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

However, her neat, short silver hair was now completely matted with mud and sweat, clinging messily to her cheeks.

Her tight-fitting Holy Nun Outfit, which had been modified with high-tech components to resist physical attacks and low-level magic, was now in tatters.

The fabric had been torn into shocking gashes by the toxic miasma and thorns along the way.

Worst of all, the "Acacia Love Flower Gu" and "Extreme Yin Corpse Poison," which were unique to the Ten Thousand Mountains, had completely erupted within her body.

Helena's deep, exotic facial features were covered in an unnatural, delicate pink.

She was trembling violently all over, her nun outfit completely soaked in sweat and clinging tightly to her body.

Her already exaggeratedly proud chest heaved violently with her rapid breathing, nearly tearing through the thin fabric.

The high-slit hem had long since rolled up to the base of her thighs, revealing her long, voluptuous, snow-white legs covered in tiny bloody scratches.

She was like a dying fish thrown onto the shore, writhing in pain on the cold bluestone pavement.

"Save... Save me..."

Helena reached out a mud-stained hand and feebly tapped on the glass door of the Funeral Shop.

In the underground palace of the Ten Thousand Mountains, she had been blasted into a toxic miasma pit by Lin Ye's single punch.

When she escaped while holding onto her very last breath, she discovered that the Holy Light Magic she was so proud of was nothing but a joke in the face of these two deadly Eastern poisons.

The more she channeled the Holy Light, the faster the poisons spread.

She set up a Teleportation Array and stumbled all the way, relying on her instinctual memory of the "Pure Yang Qi" that had briefly appeared in the Death Valley to forcefully lock onto Lin Ye's aura. After crossing thousands of miles, she finally collapsed in front of Lins Funeral Shop.

With a ding.

The backyard elevator door opened.

Lin Ye walked out with a leisurely stride, his hands in his trouser pockets.

Leng Yue and Frost Star followed closely behind, one on his left and one on his right.

"Boss! You're finally out!"

Fatty Wang went up to greet him as if he had seen a savior.

"This foreign chick crashed right in front of our shop. I saw her forehead was dark and she was shivering all over. I was afraid she was trying to scam us by dying here, so I didn't dare open the door for her."

Lin Ye glanced through the glass door at the woman writhing in pain on the ground outside.

He recognized her at a single glance.

"Oh, isn't this the great Western nun who kept calling us heretics?"

Lin Ye walked to the glass door and looked down at Helena.

He didn't open the door immediately, but leisurely sized up her miserable state.

Outside the door, Helena felt Lin Ye's gaze.

Through the glass, she seemed to smell the pure, majestic aura of Pure Yang Qi on Lin Ye.

To the rampaging poisons and Love Gu inside her, that aura was like a fatal drug, exuding an irresistible attraction.

"Open the door... please... let me in..."

Helena's pride was completely shattered at this moment.

She desperately pressed her face against the cold glass door, her voice hoarse, filled with a thick sob and humiliation.

"I'm dying... the Lord has abandoned me... only you can save me..."

Lin Ye turned to look at Fatty Wang.

"Fatty, open the door. Let our international friend in."

Fatty Wang quickly stepped forward, unlocked the door, and pushed the glass door open.