Chapter 171 The Master's Wrath

The Heavenly Demon Sect, Main Peak.

This was the core of power for the Heavenly Demon Sect, rich in Spiritual Qi.

The summit was not made of ordinary rock; instead, it had been leveled by great beings using supreme magical power, paved into a vast platform forged from ten-thousand-year-old jade and various precious metals.

Upon it stood continuous halls with carved beams and painted pillars, where Devilish Qi and Spiritual Qi intertwined, fully displaying the aura of a supreme demonic Sect.

The Vice Sect Master's Hall was situated near the top of the Main Peak, adjacent to the Sect Master's main hall.

The hall was forged entirely from profound black magic gold mixed with deep-sea sunken silver, solemn and majestic.

Its eaves were upturned, carved with countless ferocious and imposing ancient demonic patterns, with dark red light faintly flowing within the lines, emitting a heart-palpitating pressure.

At this moment, an ice-blue stream of light, like a comet streaking across the sky, landed silently on the vast plaza in front of the Vice Sect Master's Hall.

As the light faded, it revealed Luo Li's tall and cold figure.

She had changed out of the casual attire from when her bath was interrupted, and was now wearing a formal, magnificent ice-blue gown with water patterns.

The gown was woven from ice silkworm silk; its texture was light and soft, yet it emitted a faint chill.

The hem and cuffs were embroidered with delicate water ripples and ice crystal patterns in silver thread.

As she walked, the light shimmered, adding a touch of ethereal Immortal Qi.

Her black hair was like a waterfall, styled into an elegant Lingyun bun with a white jade hairpin featuring dangling pearls.

A few strands of hair fell naturally beside her ears, making her already fair skin appear even more translucent and crystalline.

Perhaps because she had just bathed, or perhaps due to the nourishment of the cold spring's Spiritual Qi, her stunning face, usually covered in perpetual ice and snow, rarely displayed a faint, healthy flush, as if white jade had been stained with rouge.

It stripped away a bit of her unapproachable coldness, adding a touch of breathtaking vitality and allure.

Her ice-blue eyes remained clear and cold, but if one looked closely, a trace of an almost imperceptible, maiden-like anticipation and impatience seemed to hide deep within them.

Her gait seemed composed, but in reality, it was a bit faster than usual as she headed straight for the tightly closed hall doors.

Luo Li stepped inside slowly.

The interior of the Vice Sect Master's Hall was vast, yet not empty.

Huge obsidian pillars supported the high, expansive dome, and the floor was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the night-luminescent pearls embedded in the ceiling and the starlight condensed by the Formation, appearing deep and mysterious.

The air was filled with a fragrance similar to sandalwood but more intense; it was the "incense" Luo Hongyi habitually used, which had the effect of calming the mind and assisting in Cultivate.

Luo Li was already familiar with this place.

She passed through the front hall, skirted around several layers of curtains and corners, and went straight to the outer hall of the bedchamber where Luo Hongyi usually rested and handled affairs.

The hall was furnished magnificently yet elegantly, with red, black, and gold as the main color scheme.

The floor was covered with a thick rug embroidered with flame and firebird patterns.

Bronze cranes holding lamps stood in the four corners, and the fire inside was not ordinary fire, but leaping Spiritual flames (which never extinguished), illuminating the room with warmth and brightness.

A large purple sandalwood desk was placed by the window, piled with some Jade Slips and scrolls.

And her Senior Sister, the Vice Sect Master Luo Hongyi, was currently leaning lazily on a couch covered with snow-white animal fur by the window, toying with a crimson Jade Slip in her hand, a thoughtful expression on her stunning face.

Hearing footsteps, Luo Hongyi lifted those majestic phoenix eyes.

Seeing Luo Li, a smile immediately rippled in her eyes, but compared to the teasing in the bath earlier, deep within this smile, there was a trace of imperceptible doting and gravity.

"Junior Sister is here! Sit."

Luo Hongyi pointed to another chair with a soft cushion beside the couch, then straightened her body and placed the crimson Jade Slip casually on a small side table.

Luo Li sat down as instructed, her ice-blue eyes looking at her Senior Sister.

Without preamble or pleasantries, she asked directly: "Senior Sister, you were in such a rush to call me here; what exactly is the matter?"

Her voice was cold, but Luo Hongyi, who knew her well, could hear a faint trace of impatience in it—perhaps because she was thinking of that "Wicked Disciple" and wanted to end the conversation quickly.

Luo Hongyi restrained her smile and said seriously: "The energy fluctuations of the teleportation altar in the secret chamber are stabilizing. According to my calculations, in at most half a month, the spatial passage will be completely stable, and it can be opened then."

Luo Li's ice-blue pupils constricted slightly.

The teleportation altar! It was that ancient altar leading to the "Upper Realm"!

This matter was of great importance and was one of the Sect's highest secrets, known only to the Sect Masters of each generation.

Their Revered Master had been preparing and waiting for this for too long.

"Half a month..." Luo Li repeated in a low voice, her expression shifting on her stunning face.

This meant that they had only half a month left before leaving this realm and heading to the legendary, higher-level "Immortal Realm".

There, there was a broader stage, richer Spiritual Qi and Immortal Qi, and more abundant Opportunity, but it would inevitably be accompanied by unknown dangers and challenges.

"Yes." Luo Hongyi nodded, her fire-red gown rippling with hot waves as she moved.

"Time is tight. You need to handle the affairs of Heartless Peak as soon as possible and arrange a successor.

This matter is secret and must not be leaked for now.

Just announce to the outside world that the two of us will be going into long-term closed-door seclusion!"

Luo Li nodded slightly; she naturally knew all this.

She had managed Heartless Peak for many years and had long since made arrangements, but upon suddenly receiving this news, her heart inevitably surged with waves.

Besides contemplating the unknown path ahead, another figure uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.

Ripples spread across her frozen heart lake.

Subconsciously, almost without thinking, the words that had been hovering in her heart for a long time spilled out, her voice even carrying a trace of impatience that was completely different from her usual coldness:

"Senior Sister, these days... have you seen our Disciple? I have been out of seclusion for some time now, why... have I not seen him come to pay his respects?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Luo Li was slightly taken aback, and then the faint bathing flush on her jade-like cheeks seemed to deepen by a fraction.

She hurriedly picked up the Spiritual tea that her Senior Sister had brewed for her on the small side table at some point, pretending to take a sip to cover up that momentary lapse.

The cold tea went down her throat, but it seemed unable to suppress the inexplicable restlessness and... grievance in her heart?

Yes, it was grievance.

That Wicked Disciple, with such a commotion when she came out of seclusion (the aura she had deliberately released), how could he not know?

In the past, which time did he not come running over happily the moment he caught the scent, trying all sorts of ways to take advantage of her and make her angry?

This time, it was different; so much time had passed, and she hadn't even seen a shadow of him!

Could it be... that he was really having so much fun outside that he had forgotten he still had her as his Revered Master?

Luo Hongyi took in her Junior Sister's fleeting embarrassment and the trace of anticipation and resentment deep in her eyes, which she herself had not even clearly defined.

She chuckled inwardly; this ice-mountain Junior Sister seemed to have truly fallen for that brat.

She deliberately drew out her tone, with a hint of teasing: "Your precious Disciple? He..."

She had intended to tease her Junior Sister a bit more, but saw Luo Li stand up with a "whoosh."

In those ice-blue eyes, which were usually as still as an ancient well, there was a clearly visible flash of panic and... impatience?

As if she were afraid of hearing some bad news from her.

"Since Senior Sister doesn't know, then I will go to Holy Son Peak to check myself!"

Luo Li interrupted Luo Hongyi, her tone fast and urgent, even carrying a trace of unquestionable authority.

After speaking, she didn't even wait for Luo Hongyi to react; a flash of ice-blue Spiritual light shone around her, and she turned, her gown swaying and bringing up a cold, fragrant breeze, her figure already disappearing at the door of the bedchamber.

"Hey? Junior Sister! I haven't finished speaking yet!"

Luo Hongyi watched Luo Li's back, which could almost be described as "fleeing in a panic," and gave a huff of annoyance, then couldn't help but "pfft" and laugh out loud, her body shaking with laughter, causing her ample bosom to ripple with an astonishing arc.

"This girl, usually such an ice mountain, turns out to have moments where she can't keep her composure... tsk tsk, it seems that brat is truly very important in her heart!"

She shook her head with a smile and picked up the crimson Jade Slip again, but her eyes gradually became grave.

Half a month... time was indeed running out.

I wonder if that bastard brat can make it back in time?

On the other side, at the bedchamber of Holy Son Peak.

Space seemed to be sliced open by the sharpest ice blade, creating a tiny fissure.

Immediately, a flash of ice-blue radiance appeared, and Luo Li's figure appeared silently in the center of the bedchamber.

She didn't even have time to scan the situation in the hall with her Divine Sense—perhaps deep in her heart, she was carrying a trace of spiteful impatience, wanting to see what that "Wicked Disciple" was up to and why he was so "negligent" about her coming out of seclusion.

The hall was filled with a warm, lazy atmosphere, mixed with a faint, lingering feminine fragrance and a certain extremely faint, crisp cold scent (belonging to Xiao Ming), which was completely different from the perpetual ice-cold of Heartless Peak.

As soon as Luo Li appeared, her stunning brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

This scent... it wasn't right.

Her ice-blue eyes, carrying a trace of lingering thin anger and resentment, quickly scanned the bedchamber.

Then, her gaze fixed on that excessively large, and currently rather messy, warm jade imperial couch.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The faint blush on Luo Li's face, caused by bathing and embarrassment, faded away like a receding tide, leaving her complexion paler than usual, almost transparent.

Her ice-blue pupils contracted sharply, then suddenly widened, as if she had seen a sight that was both unbelievable and impossible to accept.

On the imperial bed belonging to her "precious Disciple," there currently lay two young women of stunning beauty and slender figures!

Moreover, she recognized both of them!

The one on the left, dressed in a pale cyan flowing-cloud wide-sleeved dress, her temperament as cold and aloof as bamboo, still carrying a hint of reserve and girlish charm even in her sleep—was that not Mo Qingzhu, Lu Ming's nominal Dao Companion?

She remembered that last time on Holy Son Peak... she had seen her entangled with that Wicked Disciple!

The one on the right, clad in a crimson gauze dress, with a bold and provocative sleeping posture, the waves at her chest almost bursting free from their restraints, appeared to be the former Dao Companion of the War Demon Peak Revered Master—Chi Lianer, who was also a Core Disciple renowned throughout the Sect for her beauty!

At this moment, these two Fairies, who were usually admired by countless male Disciples within the Heavenly Demon Sect yet remained high and aloof, were sleeping soundly on her Disciple's bed with absolutely no decorum, to the point of being called "dissolute."

Mo Qingzhu was clutching a jade pillow tightly, one straight, slender, and jade-white leg carelessly exposed outside the quilt.

Her ankles were delicate, the lines of her calves perfect, glowing with an enticing luster under the morning light filtering through the window lattice.

Even in her sleep, she was unconsciously rubbing against the pillow in her arms, emitting vague, shy murmurs.

Chi Lianer was even more excessive, lying on her back in a "big" shape, her fiery red gauze dress in disarray, revealing large patches of snow-white skin and a deep cleavage.

She hugged the quilt tightly, creating a heart-stopping curve, exuding an invisible allure.

The satisfied, intoxicated expressions on their faces were like red-hot steel needles, fiercely piercing into Luo Li's eyes and heart!

"This Wicked Disciple... this Wicked Disciple! Could it be that he has a specific taste for this?"

An indescribable emotion, a mixture of coldness and intensity, erupted violently, instantly shattering all of Luo Li's reason and reserve!

The anticipation and longing she felt after leaving seclusion, and the eagerness and embarrassment she had just shown in front of her Senior Sister... all of it now turned into monstrous rage and... a sense of bitterness she herself was unwilling to admit!

Could it be... could it be that while she was in seclusion all this time, this Rebellious Disciple spent his days like this?

With arms around beauties, indulging in a tender trap?

Is that why he even forgot about her leaving seclusion?

Very well! Very well indeed!

Xiao Ming! You truly are this Seat's good Disciple!

The more Luo Li thought about it, the angrier she became. Her chest heaved violently, and the peaks that stood proudly beneath her cold palace attire rose and fell with it.

Boundless chill could no longer be contained, surging out from within her body like an uncontrollable tide!

"Crack... crack..."

With the spot where she stood as the center, visible ice-blue cold Qi spread frantically!

A thick layer of ice, shimmering with a ghostly blue light, instantly formed on the ground and rapidly expanded outwards.

The tables, chairs, decorations, and curtains in the hall, and even the dust floating in the air, were instantly coated in a layer of frost, emitting faint freezing sounds.

The originally warm and romantic bedchamber's temperature plummeted below freezing, as if it had instantly transformed into an extreme northern ice field!

This biting cold, which seemed capable of freezing the Soul, finally seemed to wake the two women who were lost in sweet dreams on the bed.

"Mmm... so cold..." Mo Qingzhu shivered first, opening her beautiful eyes groggily, with tiny ice crystals even hanging on her long eyelashes.

She looked around blankly, but when she saw the peerless figure standing in the hall like an Ice Queen, radiating terrifying cold Qi, her pupils widened instantly, and the lingering sleepiness and the romance of her dream were instantly shattered by the cold!

"P-Peak Master Luo?" She exclaimed, her voice distorted by fear.

She scrambled off the bed, not even bothering to tidy her disheveled clothes or the embarrassing state of near-exposure, and hurriedly bowed in greeting.

The cold floor made her bare jade feet tremble, but even colder was the emotionless gaze coming from Luo Li.

Chi Lianer beside her was also frozen awake. Her reaction was slightly slower, but after seeing who it was, the color drained from her charming face, and she was even more panicked than Mo Qingzhu.

She scrambled to tidy her red dress, hurriedly got off the bed, stood side by side with Mo Qingzhu, bowed her head deeply, and said with a trembling voice: "Greetings... to the Peak Revered Master of Heartless Peak!"

The two women were now in a state of turmoil, ashamed and furious to the point of wanting to die: 'It's over!'

They never expected that they would be caught red-handed in the Saint's bedchamber in such an unsightly state by his Revered Master, Peak Master Luo, who was known throughout the Sect for her coldness and strictness!

This... this was even more painful than killing them!

Luo Li's ice-blue eyes were like the coldest ice picks, scraping inch by inch over the two women's clothes, which, despite being hurriedly tidied, were still wrinkled and messy.

They swept over the lingering faint redness on their faces and the unconcealable panic and shame in their eyes.

She suppressed the rage and a certain strange irritation in her heart that threatened to freeze the entire bedchamber, her voice so cold it could drop ice shards, each word seemingly carrying a chill that could freeze the air: "Where is the Saint?"

The simple three words made Mo Qingzhu and Chi Lianer feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their entire bodies turning cold.

Mo Qingzhu bit her lower lip, forcing herself to calm down, but her voice still trembled slightly as she whispered: "Replying... replying to Peak Master Luo, Lord Saint... he... shortly after you went into seclusion, he... he left the Sect to... to go on an adventure, and has... not yet returned."

Chi Lianer also hurriedly added, her voice fast and urgent, as if afraid she would be frozen into an ice sculpture if she spoke too slowly: "Yes! Peak Master Luo, please bear witness! We are all followers of Lord Saint. Before Lord Saint left, he entrusted the daily affairs of Holy Son Peak to me and the two sisters of the Yu Family."

As she spoke, her voice grew lower and lower, her head hanging even lower, not daring to meet the gaze of the iceberg beauty radiating cold aura before her, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Listening to this, the cold Qi around Luo Li not only did not diminish but became even more biting!

Thick layers of ice even began to form on the walls of the bedchamber, emitting a "creaking" sound.

'Out on an adventure? Gone again? And hasn't returned for so long? And entrusted the Peak's affairs to others? Wait a moment... the Yu sisters? Are they the two maids that Wicked Disciple recently took in? Another two top-tier beauties?'

Thinking of this, and looking at the appearance of the two women before her, Luo Li's heart sank. I fear that when that "Wicked Disciple" is usually in the Sect, this Holy Son Peak is also filled with nightly revelries, indulging in a life of debauchery!

"Very well! Very well indeed! Wicked Disciple! You are truly living a carefree and happy life! You have long since cast your Revered Master to the furthest corners of the sky!"

Luo Li only felt an inexplicable rage burning fiercely in her chest, almost incinerating her reason.

Beneath that cold face was a sea of turbulent anger, and a stinging, needle-like bitterness she herself was unwilling to delve into.

She had gone into seclusion to Cultivate diligently, all to better protect her Disciple, yet he, on the other hand, was out having fun and being romantic, forgetting his home!

She did not look at the two trembling women with disheveled clothes again, as if one more glance would cause the inexplicable fire in her heart to erupt.

She flicked her ice-blue wide sleeves violently, bringing up a biting cold wind.

"Hmph!" A cold snort, containing endless rage, exploded in the two women's ears like thunder, shaking their blood and Qi until they churned, their faces turning slightly pale.

The next moment, Luo Li's figure had turned into a sharp, ice-blue stream of light, like an arrow released from a bow, instantly rushing out of the bedchamber and disappearing outside Holy Son Peak.

She left behind only the slowly receding coldness in the hall, and two stunning beauties who were slumped on the bed, terrified, ashamed, and afraid.

In the bedchamber, the temperature could not rise for a long time.

On the imperial bed, the messy quilt and pillows still retained the faint scent of their Revered Master and the lingering fragrance of women, silently recounting the absurdity and romance that had occurred earlier.

Meanwhile, Luo Li, who had rushed out of Holy Son Peak, hovered high in the sky, her ice-blue palace attire fluttering loudly, radiating a terrifying cold aura that forbade strangers from approaching, so much so that even the clouds drifting in the sky were frozen and shattered.

She gazed at the vast sky, her jade hands clenched tightly into fists beneath her wide sleeves, biting her silver teeth lightly, but she could not suppress the rage churning in her heart.

"Wicked Disciple..." Her peerless lips parted slightly, spitting out these two words.

Her voice was as cold as ten-thousand-year black ice rubbing against each other, yet it carried a trace of imperceptible trembling.

"You had better roll back to this Seat within half a month..."

Her ice-blue eyes gazed towards a distant direction (she seemed to be able to faintly sense it), where one of the portals to the Righteous Path territory lay.

"Otherwise..."

She did not finish, but the terrifying killing intent and coldness that suddenly erupted from her body, almost freezing the space itself, had already said everything.

This Rebellious Disciple had truly... angered her this time.