Chapter 167 That Wicked Disciple is So Greedy

Heavenly Demon Sect, Holy Son Peak.

The peak is now covered in flowers and grass, filled with warm fragrance, shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, and rich in Spiritual Qi; it is the exclusive Cultivate place for the Saint, Xiao Ming, with specifications and treatment on par with the Sect Master and Vice Sect Master.

The main hall at the peak is even more magnificent and majestic (re-decorated), built with a mix of mysterious black gold stone and rare spiritual wood, with high eaves and carved beams, faintly resembling a coiled black Dragon, fitting the domineering and dark Cultivation Technique of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

At this moment, the sun is rising, and the warm morning light penetrates the clouds and the exquisite windows, spilling into the deepest part of the main hall of Holy Son Peak.

The bedroom is extremely spacious, with simple furnishings, dominated by black, gold, and dark colors, showing luxury and pressure that cannot be ignored in a low-key manner.

The most eye-catching thing in the hall is undoubtedly the wide bed (identical to the one Xiao Ming took away), which looks extremely comfortable at a glance.

It has a simple and elegant shape, without complicated carvings, showing its extraordinary nature through materials and craftsmanship.

The bedding is not the common cold jade bed, warm stone pad, or Spiritual Plant mat in the cultivation world, but is mainly made of rare Cloud Dream Cotton, blended with various flexible beast furs... Lying on it, every contour of the body is properly supported, as soft as clouds and mist, and it can even self-adjust its softness and temperature; in the cultivation world, it can be called a top-luxury rest item.

This was the place where the Saint, Xiao Ming, rested daily and occasionally Cultivate, but now it has become another 'scenery'.

On the bed, two women with peerless faces and exquisite figures are sleeping soundly in rather indecent postures, their jade bodies lying across, with spring scenery faintly visible, forming a scene that is enough to make any man's blood boil.

The woman on the left is wearing a light green, simple long dress, with the skirt spread out like ink on the warm jade couch.

Her face is clear and refined, her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her eyes are like autumn water waves, her nose is small, her lips are light in color, and even in her sleep, a reserved, elegant, and noble temperament naturally flows between her eyebrows, like an orchid in an empty valley; she is Xiao Ming's Senior Sister, the nominal Dao Companion of Junior Brother Lu Ming — Mo Qingzhu.

But at this moment, this Senior Sister, who is usually well-behaved, cold, and self-restrained, has a sleeping posture that is completely different from her daytime image.

She is lying on her side, one arm tightly hugging a jade pillow woven with ice silkworm silk and containing calming herbs, which is exactly what Xiao Ming uses daily.

The pillow is firmly held in her arms, and she has even buried half of her cheek into it; her long eyelashes cast shallow shadows under her eyelids, and her nose wings twitch slightly, as if she is deeply sniffing the unique scent of someone remaining on the pillow.

The most eye-catching thing is the jade leg she stretched out from the messy skirt.

Due to the side-lying curled posture, the light green skirt was rubbed upwards, revealing a large section of fair and delicate calf, and further up, the smooth, round, and straight thigh.

The morning light just happened to pass through the window and fell on it, plating a layer of pale golden soft light on the jade-like skin, making it whiter and more dazzling.

The leg shape is breathtakingly perfect, enough to make anyone who sees it hold their breath and sway their heart.

Her other leg is slightly bent, unconsciously clamping the jade pillow in between, as if afraid that the thing in her arms would run away; in her sleep, two faint, seductive blushes that do not match her temperament appeared on her clear face.

The woman on the right is wearing a fiery red gauze dress, with a very bold style, the neckline is opened very low, revealing a large section of snow-white skin and exquisite collarbones.

Her appearance is charming and enchanting, her eyebrows are like paintings, and the corners of her eyes are slightly upturned; even with her eyes closed, she has a seductive style.

Her red lips are full and moist, like ripe cherries; she is Xiao Ming's Junior Sister, the Dao Companion of the son of the former War Demon Peak Revered Master — Chi Lianer.

At this moment, this Junior Sister, known for her enthusiasm and bold style, has an even more unrestrained sleeping posture.

She is lying on her back in a big character shape, holding the exquisite and extraordinary Cloud Brocade quilt on Xiao Ming's jade couch tightly in her arms.

The quilt is rubbed in her chest, squeezing out a breathtaking arc.

Because of a night's deep sleep, her already loose red dress neckline is even more crooked, one shoulder is half-exposed, and the bright inner straps are also loose.

What's more deadly is that the surging jade peaks are almost about to break free from the shackles, rising and falling violently with her slightly heavy breathing; the deep ravine is looming under the cover of the morning light and clothes, exuding incomparable mature temptation, making people's blood boil and wanting to bury themselves in it to explore.

She seems to be sleeping very deeply, her red lips slightly open, and she occasionally sticks out her small tongue unconsciously to lick her own equally seductive lips, as if tasting some sweet taste in her dream.

The bedroom is filled with fragrance, mixed with the woman's body fragrance and the faint cold breath almost left on the jade couch, forming an ambiguous atmosphere.

Two people who are admired by countless Disciples in the Heavenly Demon Sect but are high and unreachable are now on the same bed, sleeping soundly in such an unguarded, even slightly 'infatuated' appearance, and occasionally overflowing with a few vague murmurs.

Only hearing Mo Qingzhu frowning tightly, whimpering softly in her dream, the arm holding the jade pillow tightened a little more; her cold voice carried rare tenderness and shyness, and she muttered intermittently: "Xiao Junior Brother... don't... don't be here..."

She seemed to have dreamed of some blush-inducing scene, her long eyelashes trembled violently a few times, and the leg clamping the jade pillow unconsciously tightened by three points, as if wanting to refuse but welcoming.

And Chi Lianer on the side made a satisfied murmur in her dream, like a cat's hum, and pulled the Cloud Brocade quilt in her arms up to her proud place, her voice was more bold and fiery, with scratching charm: "Mmm... Saint... good... I want more..."

If this scene were seen by any male Disciple in the Heavenly Demon Sect, I am afraid that they would instantly widen their eyes, their heartbeats would be like drums, their nosebleeds would spurt wildly, their blood would boil, and they would even drop their jaws, doubting whether they had cultivated Qi Deviation and produced a Heart Demon illusion!

The Senior Sister Mo, who is high and cold like an immortal in their minds, and the Junior Sister Chi, who is as enthusiastic as fire but also seductive and difficult to approach, would actually lie on the Saint's bed like this... so image-less, holding the Saint's pillow and quilt, doing such... thought-provoking dreams!

Meanwhile, another towering and dangerous mountain peak in the Heavenly Demon Sect, shrouded in faint cold fog all year round — Heartless Peak.

The main hall at the peak is cast from ten-thousand-year black ice and obsidian, emitting a cold and piercing chill throughout, as if even the air is about to be frozen.

Here is the residence and cultivation place of the Heartless Peak Revered Master, Xiao Ming's Revered Master, Luo Li.

At this moment, the tightly closed black stone gate slid open silently inward.

A figure walked in slowly, accompanied by a chill that could almost freeze the Soul.

The person who came had a tall and graceful figure, wearing an ice-blue wide-sleeved flowing fairy long dress, with the skirt trailing on the ground, and it seemed as if snowflakes were flowing under the skirt as she walked.

Her black hair was like a waterfall, and only a part of it was loosely tied with a simple jade hairpin, and the rest of her long hair hung down to her waist like a waterfall.

She is extremely beautiful, but she is cold, as if carved from ten-thousand-year cold ice; her eyebrows are exquisite like paintings, and her whole body is covered with a layer of frost that cannot be melted.

The most eye-catching thing is the pair of peach blossom eyes, with a touch of crimson at the corners of the eyes, which should have been a charming style, but at this time, the eyes are as clear as ice, containing no human feelings, just a light glance, making people feel like falling into a cold abyss, and the Soul cannot help but tremble slightly.

It is the Heartless Peak Revered Master, one of the Revered Masters of the Heavenly Demon Sect Saint, Luo Li.

She had just finished a long closed-door cultivation; at this moment, the aura around her had not yet fully converged (she had made a great harvest from the Breakthrough), and strands of visible ice-blue cold air permeated from her body.

Wherever she passed, the ground faintly condensed fine frost, and even tiny ice crystals seemed to float in the air; the temperature of the entire Heartless Peak seemed to have dropped a few degrees with her exit.

Luo Li walked straight to the black jade throne in the center of the hall and sat down elegantly.

The cold throne complemented the cold air around her, making her look more like an Ice Queen sitting on an Ice Throne.

Luo Li sat elegantly; the cold and smooth touch of the throne should have made her feel comfortable and in control, but at this moment, when her fingertips unconsciously brushed the patterns on the armrest, a completely different, complex, and unspeakable hot current quietly rose from the deepest part of her heart, instantly piercing the coldness surrounding her.

Her movements paused imperceptibly.

The cold touch under her fingertips strangely evoked some images that she had buried deep in her heart but had never forgotten —

The first time, that Rebellious Disciple was so bold that he dared to use the pretext of detoxifying her to... to commit an act of insubordination, performing that act of "defiling his Revered Master"!

The floodgates of memory opened, and those scenes flashed uncontrollably through her mind—the Rebellious Disciple's breath, burning to the point of scalding, brushing against the side of her neck; his strong, powerful arms wrapping around her waist with irresistible force; those eyes, usually filled with a wicked smile, becoming as deep as the night in that moment, burning with flames that left her heart in a panic...

These fragmented images, along with the vivid sensations and scents, were like the most stubborn of brands, deeply etched into the bottom of her frozen lake of a heart.

She had once thought she had thoroughly frozen and forgotten them with cold ice, but they would not fade away; merely sitting on this throne that had witnessed so many things caused those images to break free like caged beasts, "projecting" themselves in her mind, carrying with them shame and a hint of secret palpitations.

Next was the scene that made her grit her teeth, yet left her helpless—that Wicked Disciple had actually dared to... to lift her and seat her upon this throne, the throne of the Heartless Peak Revered Master that belonged to her, symbolizing her supreme majesty!

And he, with unbridled audacity, sat in her seat, imprisoning her in his embrace!

The domineering possessiveness of that moment, along with that strange, uncontrollable trembling deep within her heart that she refused to even acknowledge, washed over her once again.

She remembered how furious and cold she had been at the time, but why, when recalling it now, was there, besides anger, a lingering sense of... a disordered heartbeat?

Later on, that Wicked Disciple became increasingly presumptuous, actually daring to use such an imperious tone to demand that she personally feed him... feed him a Spiritual Fruit from the side!

She was the Heartless Peak Revered Master, his Revered Master!

How could she serve him like a maid?

Yet in the end... she had actually, as if possessed, done it.

Pinching a crystal-clear Spiritual Fruit between her fingertips, she had offered it to his lips, watching him eat it slowly and methodically with a smug and satisfied smile, even... even accidentally brushing against her fingertips.

That instant of tingling...

On Luo Li's ice-sealed, stunningly beautiful face, no emotion could be seen, only in the depths of her ice-blue eyes did it seem as if a faint ripple spread out.

She sat there quietly, like a perfect ice sculpture, though only she knew what kind of raging storm was occurring in the depths of her heart.

From the initial shame and fury, the icy intent to kill, wishing she could mince that Rebellious Disciple into a thousand pieces and scatter his Divine Soul to rectify the way of the Revered Master and vent the hatred in her heart.

To the subsequent conflicts and confrontations, where she faced him with a cold face and oppressive coldness, yet that Wicked Disciple always found a gap, using various shameless or unexpected ways to tease her and test her bottom line.

She gritted her teeth at him, yet in those repeated instances of "enduring humiliation" (as she herself perceived it), she discovered that although this Wicked Disciple acted eccentrically and audaciously, he seemed to... never truly violate her certain unshakable principles.

Instead... instead, he had, in a peculiar way, tossed hot stones into her long, frozen, silent, and dull life of Cultivate, stirring up ripples she had never experienced before.

And then later... she did not know from when it began, but that cold murderous intent and pure anger had quietly changed flavor.

She would still put on a cold face because of his presumptuousness and be shyly annoyed by his teasing, but in some corner of her heart, she began to get used to his existence, used to those "accidents" he occasionally brought that left her mind in turmoil.

Even... when he left Heartless Peak for a period of time to Cultivate, this cold main hall and this aloof throne would actually make her feel a hint of unprecedented... emptiness and loneliness.

When did it start?

Was it from the first time he dared to approach her, with no fear in his eyes, only scorching curiosity?

Luo Li did not know.

She only knew that the thought of "not wanting him to leave" and "not wanting to be separated from him" had, at some unknown point, quietly twined around her frozen heart like a vine.

Thinking that she had been in seclusion for some days, this Wicked Disciple must be missing his Revered Master to death, right?

She couldn't help but feel joyful, and thinking about everything that might be happening on Holy Son Peak (though she hadn't seen the specific situation, given that Rebellious Disciple's personality, and those few little beauties, each with their own charm...), a trace of extremely faint, even unnoticed by herself, sourness and annoyance swept through her heart.

However, this trace of annoyance was quickly replaced by a more complex emotion.

She remembered the unconcealed look of reluctance in that Rebellious Disciple's eyes when he looked at her before she went into seclusion.

Complex emotions surged beneath the frozen lake of her heart, and in the end, they strangely melted away layers of cold ice.

Luo Li herself did not realize that her lips, which seemed to be forever frozen with frost, curled upward ever so slightly and uncontrollably when she recalled these little details.

It was an arc so shallow it was almost non-existent, yet it seemed to contain the first ray of light of melting snow and ice; in an instant, it gave her stunningly beautiful and cold face a touch of vivid, breathtaking color, and although it was fleeting, it was unforgettable.

She slowly raised her ice-blue eyes, her gaze seemingly piercing through the thick walls of the main hall and casting towards the direction of Holy Son Peak.

Her stunningly beautiful, seemingly frozen face was once again covered in a layer of indifferent frost, but if one looked closely, one could see a flash of light in the depths of her crystal-clear eyes, a glimmer that was hard to detect and completely out of place with the surrounding icy aura.

That glimmer was called anticipation, yet it was also mixed with a hint of gentle ripples that she herself did not understand.

The icy aura that had been surging and radiating from her body was instantly drawn back into her body as if by an invisible hand.

The bone-chilling cold in the main hall seemed to have receded slightly, but the bone-deep icy pressure was even stronger.

"I have emerged from seclusion, releasing my aura, such a commotion..." Her thoughts drifted, her cold Divine Sense already like an invisible tide, silently spreading over Heartless Peak, even faintly touching the direction of Holy Son Peak, "That Wicked Disciple... should be able to sense it, right?"

Thinking of that figure who made her angry, annoyed, and helpless, yet who often intruded into her cold heart's lake inadvertently, ripples constantly stirred in Luo Li's frozen state of mind.

"It has been so long..." Her slender, jade-like, cold, and translucent fingers unconsciously tightened gently around the armrest of the throne, and she continued to think in her heart, "That Wicked Disciple is probably missing me to death, right? With his lecherous and... audacious personality, sensing the aura of my emergence, perhaps..."

In her mind, Xiao Ming's handsome face, sometimes cynical, sometimes unfathomable, appeared involuntarily, along with that unconcealed, aggressive, and domineering scorching gaze he had when he looked at her.

Luo Li felt as if the tip of her heart had been lightly scratched by something, and that sense of restlessness she had forcibly suppressed for so long seemed to show signs of quietly resurfacing.

"Hmph, he will definitely come running over to pay his respects immediately..." She snorted lightly in her heart, seemingly with a hint of disdain, but the slightly upturned corners of her lips revealed a completely different emotion.

During these days of seclusion, she hadn't seen the Wicked Disciple for a long time.

Although it was cold and lonely in the past, it never seemed this... empty.

Occasionally, when her mind wandered or when she was Cultivating and had a Divided Soul, that figure, that voice with a wicked smile, would always inappropriately intrude into her mind, disturbing her pool of frozen, still water.

"It really is..." Luo Li took a light breath of the bone-chilling air, trying to suppress the strangeness in her heart, but in the depths of her eyes, a very faint softness and affection, which even she had not noticed, flashed by, "I miss him a little."

However, this trace of strange emotion was quickly suppressed by her.

She, Luo Li, the Heartless Peak Revered Master, his Revered Master, how could she let a junior easily disturb her state of mind? (Mainly because she was afraid of being seen through by him.)

"Forget it." She slowly stood up, her ice-blue skirt flowing slowly like water, her posture tall and aloof, "Before that Wicked Disciple arrives, I shall bathe and change, and calm my heart and spirit."

Thinking of bathing, scenes uncontrollably flashed through her mind again—in the Spirit Refining Heaven Pool with that Wicked Disciple under the water...

If... if she washed herself to be fragrant later and met him in the best state... would that Wicked Disciple be even less able to control himself?

When the time comes, I won't let him touch me, and watching him only being able to secretly linger with his scorching gaze, it will certainly be very interesting.

As this thought arose, Luo Li herself was slightly startled, and two extremely faint blushes quickly flew across her stunningly beautiful face, fortunately masked by the faint cold mist surrounding her.

She secretly spat in her heart, feeling that she must have been in seclusion for too long, and her mind was somewhat unstable.

But her footsteps had already involuntarily turned towards the direction of the bath behind the bedchamber.

Her lotus steps moved lightly, and her ice-blue figure disappeared behind the heavy curtains, leaving behind only swirling coldness and a whispered self-muttered sentence that dissipated with the wind, carrying a hint of imperceptible shyness and annoyance and faint anticipation:

"Hmph... once I have finished bathing and changing, I will make that Wicked Disciple drool with desire."