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At the deepest part of the largest sect in the cultivation world, "Yunmiao Sect," lies a forbidden area that ordinary disciples dread—the Frost Ice Chamber.
This ice chamber extends a thousand feet underground, carved from eternal polar profound ice. The chamber is filled with rampant cold qi that condenses into tangible white mist. Ordinary cultivators who do not use their cultivation to resist will have their meridians frozen and turn into ice sculptures in moments. It has always been a place for sect elders to seclude themselves for breakthroughs or to punish disciples who have committed grave mistakes.
Yet at this moment, Yi Qing sits cross-legged on the coldest profound ice platform in the center of the chamber, his upper body bare.
"Huff…… inhale……"
With every breath, scorching hot air collides violently with the cold frost mist in the air, emitting faint hissing sounds.
Yi Qing's condition is extremely dire.
On his originally flawless, jade-like back, several sinister dark-red demonic patterns faintly emerge—the residual poison left from the previous night when Ye Xiu forcibly infused him with the rampaging pure yang demonic fire in a wilderness cave. Beneath his delicate collarbone, the "Mother-Child Twin Gu" lurking under his flesh feels extreme unease due to his frenzied circulation of the immortal sect's heart technique "Frost Art," twisting and struggling wildly as a strange pink fluorescent glow beneath his fair skin.
"Ugh ah……!"
Yi Qing suddenly opens his eyes, a pained groan escaping his throat.
He forms hand seals, attempting to forcibly mobilize the purest frost immortal power in his dantian to freeze the demonic fire raging through his meridians. However, the moment the ice-blue immortal power clashes head-on with the domineering pure yang demonic qi inside his body, it feels as if his body is being torn in two.
One side is extreme cold, so cold it feels like his bone marrow is shattering; the other is extreme heat, so hot that his blood boils and roars throughout his body.
This torment of ice and fire intertwined does not wear down his will; instead, it infinitely amplifies the desire stirred by the emotion gu within him.
Yi Qing's body begins to tremble violently. The cold profound ice against his burning skin brings momentary numbness, followed by an even emptier, tingling sensation. Uncontrollably, his mind conjures the absurd scenes from the cave the night before—Ye Xiu's bronze, sweat-covered muscular body, the violent and deep thrusts, and the soul-shaking ultimate pleasure as the two resonated in pain and ecstasy.