151: Chapter 151 The Netherworld Corpse King's Icy Quenching Water

After two consecutive days of traveling day and night, the off-road vehicle finally passed through the dense miasma belt of the Miao territory and parked steadily outside the Laoya Ridge inn on the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

This was their second time coming to this place.

Last time they were here, Lin Ye had outmaneuvered the Mud and Water Travelers of the Southwest and incorporated the two-thousand-year-old Ghost-Faced Water Centipede.

Returning to the old haunt, the broken wooden door of the inn was pushed open from the inside before the car had even come to a complete stop.

It wasn't the original landlady.

The person who came out was a lean middle-aged man.

But he had sharp eyes and recognized this domineering black off-road vehicle at a glance.

"Oh my! The God of Wealth! What wind blew you all here again!"

The wrinkles on the innkeeper's face bunched up like a chrysanthemum as he scrambled to welcome them, his waist bent so low he was almost touching the muddy water.

Last time, even Second Master Lei of the Mud and Water Travelers had to act like a grandson in front of this master; how could a small innkeeper dare to be the least bit negligent?

Fatty Wang, wearing sunglasses, tossed over a thick stack of red bills.

"The best courtyard, we'll take it all. Make sure there's plenty of hot water, serve the most expensive food, and don't let any blind guests disturb our boss's meditation."

"Understood! Rest assured, I'll handle it!"

The innkeeper took the money, grinning from ear to ear, and immediately shouted for the staff to go to the back to start a fire and boil water.

Lin Ye pushed open the car door and stepped out.

The continuous overcast rain made the temperature in the Ten Thousand Mountains extremely low, and the air was permeated with the stale smell of rotting leaves.

In the most spacious master bedroom at the back, the innkeeper had long since replaced the bedding with brand-new ones, and even lit herbal incense—a specialty of the Miao territory—in the corner of the room to repel mosquitoes and dehumidify.

Lin Ye had just finished a hot shower and walked out of the bathroom wearing a loose white bathrobe, wiping his wet hair.

The room's main lights were off, and only a vintage desk lamp on the nightstand emitted a dim, ambiguous glow.

On the large bed, Frost Star was lying on the soft bedding.

The little girl wasn't wearing her cartoon pajamas today.

She was wearing a black, oversized shirt that clearly belonged to Lin Ye.

The wide hem of the shirt barely covered the base of her thighs, and her two fair, slender calves were dangling boredly in mid-air.

Her silver-blue twin tails were scattered across the white sheets, creating a strong visual impact.

Hearing the bathroom door open, Frost Star's heterochromatic eyes lit up instantly.

She scrambled to the edge of the bed using her hands and feet, called out a soft "Husband," and threw herself into Lin Ye's arms, holding him tightly.

The little girl's body temperature was extremely low.

As the Nether Corpse King, the millennium-old chill on her body pressed against Lin Ye's chest, which was radiating Pure Yang Qi, without reservation through the thin bathrobe.

"What's wrong? Didn't you get enough of the Yin-Sinking Wood Bone Marrow Paste I prepared for you?"

Lin Ye held the light, exquisite little monster in his arms, walked to the bed and sat down, and casually pinched her cold, smooth cheek.

Frost Star shook her head.

She rubbed her little head back and forth against Lin Ye's neck, her cold nose tip greedily sniffing the pure, living Yang energy on Lin Ye.

"The bone marrow paste isn't tasty; it's dry and has no flavor at all."

She tilted her head slightly, a layer of misty water appearing in her heterochromatic pupils.

"I've felt so stuffy and thirsty these past two days. I want to drink water."

She emphasized the word "water," her eyes filled with longing.

As a high-ranking Corpse King, what she needed most was Lin Ye's Pure Yang True Blood.

Lin Ye looked at her, a wicked smile curling the corner of his mouth.

"Thirsty? Then Husband will feed you."

Lin Ye raised his right hand and gently sliced his thumb with his index finger.

A drop of crimson Pure Yang True Blood with a faint golden luster instantly overflowed from his fingertip.

The moment that drop of blood appeared, the air in the room seemed to ignite with a hint of heat.

Frost Star's eyes turned completely red.

She opened her small mouth, revealing her little fangs, and bit down on Lin Ye's fingertip.

A faint sucking sound echoed in the bedroom.

Nether corpse energy and Pure Yang Qi intertwined at his fingertip; she closed her eyes, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.

"So sweet..."

Frost Star let go, licked her lips, her eyes dazed.

"Husband's blood is sweeter than a lollipop. Can I drink it every day?"

This sentence, paired with that pure and innocent loli face, had explosive lethality.

Lin Ye's Adam's apple bobbed, and his breathing couldn't help but become a bit heavier.

He reached out and wiped the bloodstain from the corner of Frost Star's mouth.

"If you bite every day, aren't you afraid of chipping your teeth?"

"I won't! Frost Star likes it!"

She giggled and leaned in, her little fangs gently grazing Lin Ye's collarbone, leaving a mark.

Just as this room was filled with enchantment and the atmosphere was about to develop in an uncontrollable direction...

"Creak."

The bathroom door was pushed open.

Leng Yue walked out barefoot, wearing that high-end lace silk bathrobe with a deep black and dark red design.

The air was filled with mist.

Her ankle-length silver hair was casually pinned up behind her head with a jade hairpin.

Her collar was wide open, revealing a deep cleavage and a vast expanse of flawless, cold white skin.

Those dark golden eyes coldly swept over Frost Star, who was crazily taking advantage of Lin Ye.

Frost Star shuddered and reluctantly let go.

Although she was now a Nether Corpse King, she still had an instinctive awe in her bones when facing Leng Yue, the "First Wife" who was half a realm higher than her.

"Little girl, don't disturb Husband's rest."

Leng Yue naturally leaned against Lin Ye and sat down, resting her head on his shoulder.

The cold silk fabric rubbed against Lin Ye's skin, bringing an ultimate silky sensation.

"This girl's appetite is getting bigger and bigger. That drop of essence blood just now would be enough to make an ordinary fierce ghost's soul dissipate, yet she drank it like sugar water."

Lin Ye hugged Leng Yue's waist and shook his head with a smile.

"No matter. Entering the Ten Thousand Mountains this time, unlike the last time, a fierce battle is inevitable. Let her eat her fill so she has the strength to work."

Leng Yue stretched out her finger and gently wiped the spot where Frost Star had licked Lin Ye.

Then, she used her own red lips to domineeringly cover it.

"Knock, knock, knock."

At this moment, the bedroom door was knocked three times in a restrained manner.

Ayugu's voice came from outside the door.

"Boss, are you asleep? The innkeeper just passed a note over. It's urgent intelligence sent out by the Mud and Water Travelers' secret outpost in the mountains."

Lin Ye let go of Leng Yue, who was as soft as water in his arms, and casually pulled a coat over himself.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open.

Ayugu had changed into a sharp, black Miao-style outfit, holding a piece of sheepskin parchment, and walked in quickly.

Her eyes were fixed on the floor, not daring to look at the big bed at all, fearing that she would see something she shouldn't and be silenced by Leng Yue.

"What intelligence?" Lin Ye walked to the table and poured himself a glass of water.

"The fog and miasma deep in the Ten Thousand Mountains suddenly dissipated this afternoon."

Ayugu lowered her voice, her tone grave.

"The Mud and Water Travelers' scout said that a huge team appeared on the only road leading to Death Valley last night."

"They were all wearing black raincoats. There were at least a hundred people."

"Moreover, the team was carrying a bronze giant coffin locked with eight iron chains as thick as an adult's thigh."

Hearing "black raincoats" and "bronze giant coffin," Lin Ye's hand holding the water glass paused slightly.

Yellow Springs Market.

These internet rats whose base he had wiped out in Jiangzhou had indeed poured all their core strength into the Ten Thousand Mountains.

"Did the Mud and Water Travelers see what was inside that bronze coffin?" Lin Ye asked.

"No, the scout was two kilometers away when he was shocked by the Yin energy emanating from the bronze coffin, causing his seven orifices to bleed; he almost lost his life there."

"He said that the aura of that thing... doesn't look like a ghost, and it's even less like a corpse."

Ayugu swallowed hard.

"Boss, those lunatics are carrying such a fierce object to the underground palace; they definitely don't have good intentions. Are we still going to continue deeper?"

Lin Ye drank the cold water in his glass, then walked to the window and pushed open the wooden lattice.

The endless Ten Thousand Mountains resembled a dormant prehistoric beast in the night rain.

"Go. Why wouldn't we go?"

Lin Ye sneered, his voice filled with absolute arrogance in the silent night.

"No matter what kind of scrap metal they are carrying, as long as they block my path to the underground palace, I will make them stay in the mountains as fertilizer, along with their coffin."