Chapter 7: A Sensual Beginning in the Secret Realm, the Mystery Behind the Cold Sword Fairy's Sudden Clinginess

The morning mist had yet to lift, but golden rays had already painted the edge of Tianjue Peak with a gilded glow. Lin Xuan stepped through the dew toward the secret realm's entrance, his lean muscles faintly visible beneath his blue robe. His Nine Yang Battle Physique steamed off moisture on its own, forming golden droplets on his shoulders that traced down his collarbone and into his robe, outlining a youthful, well-sculpted body in the morning light.

He looked up at the emerald vortex hovering mid-air. The portal to the secret realm pulsed with multicolored spiritual mist, each tremor sending the spirit herbs within a ten-mile radius into a rustling dance. Dew fell from serrated leaves like shattered jade laced with medicinal fragrance.

"Senior Brother Lin—!"

A soft, sweet voice wrapped in a milky aroma burst into his arms like a pink cloud. The girl barely reached his chest; twin ponytails jingled with golden bells, and her light yellow top, embroidered with a kitten chasing butterflies, was stretched tight over her generous chest. Lin Xuan instinctively steadied her by the waist, his fingers brushing against sheer tassels on her belt. The gossamer fabric was so thin he could see the light pink birthmark on her lower back.

"I'm Mu Ling'er from Baicaotang! Senior Sister Su sent me with a message!" she said, tilting up her dumpling-like face. Her almond eyes blinked moistly, lips glossed with honey balm. As she stood on tiptoe, her gauzy skirt fluttered, revealing a black iron dagger strapped to her thigh and a silver chain jingling around her ankle. "The Third Prince planted Soul-Devouring Gu inside the secret realm... Sister Yun is clearing out the ambushes around the perimeter, and Sister Su is suppressing the Gu Queen at the Cold Pool. Neither of them can make it!"

Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes, Nine Yang True Qi circulating quietly. As her bells swayed near her collarbone, a faint lotus mark was revealed on her nape—the symbol of Baicaotang's direct disciples. But under that sickly-sweet scent of milk on her body, there was unmistakably a trace of Su Li's signature bitter apricot anti-toxin powder.

"Senior Sister also said…" Mu Ling'er suddenly grabbed his wrist and pressed it against her chest. The soft bounce startled his fingers. Under the thin yellow fabric, two petite bumps pressed against his palm. "If you're in danger, crush this communication jade." She bit her lip and twisted her waist; her belly button could be glimpsed beneath the sheer fabric. "It'll pop out an emergency pill… from… um, a hidden pocket inside my undergarment~"

"Miss Mu," Lin Xuan twirled the silk sash on her waist, the golden pattern glowing like peach in the sun, "Are you sure this is Su Li's exact wording?"

"O-of course!" Mu Ling'er's ears flushed red as her chest leaned forward another inch. The tight chest wrap carved a deep valley, sweat gliding down her snow-white skin into the crevice. Suddenly, she gasped, slipping on moss beneath her embroidered shoe—

Lin Xuan caught her by the waist, his palm landing squarely on her plump backside. Under the gauze, she was actually wearing crotchless silk panties. His fingers sank right into soft flesh. Mu Ling'er whimpered, curling like a shrimp as her twin ponytails brushed against his groin. "S-Senior Brother, l-let go… I'm gonna leak…"

"Hm?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. Her silk panties were already damp, giving off a faint medicinal fragrance. His Nine Yang Qi instinctively activated, evaporating the moisture into a pink mist that wrapped around their waists.

"It's Su Senior Sister's anti-toxin dew!" Mu Ling'er stamped her foot and darted away, her skirt flaring up to reveal flawless jade legs. She hurriedly pulled out an ice crystal sachet and stuffed it into Lin Xuan's hand, her neck red as blood. "At the third quarter of Shen hour, miasma will spread. R-remember to rub it on… on…" Her gaze flicked below his belt, and she vanished in a streak of light, face covered in embarrassment.

[Ding! Received Mu Ling'er's personal sachet ×1 (includes ice silk crotchless panties)][Special Note: Soak the sachet to reveal the secret realm's map]

Lin Xuan played with the sachet, still warm from her body. The golden tassel brushed his nose, carrying the sweet-and-sour scent of a maiden's infatuation. Just as he was about to examine it more closely, a chill pierced his back. He turned—and the woman walking through the morning mist silenced the entire square.

Ye Shuangning's icy blue skirt swept past spirit herbs, each step rippling silver bells around her ankles with spiritual energy. Her high-slit dress revealed jade legs wrapped in semi-transparent ice silk stockings, faint veins visible with each step. But most eye-catching was her shark-silk bust wrap—plain white from afar, but up close, intricately embroidered with countless sword shadows. With each breath, those sword patterns shimmered between her snowy peaks like a thousand blades flowing in motion.

"You reek of Su Li's anti-toxin scent," Ye Shuangning said, stepping on ice through the mist. Her sword tassel suddenly coiled around Lin Xuan's wrist, frost spreading along the golden thread. "But it's mixed with the sweetness of Soul-Devouring Gu—the Third Prince left bait on your body."

Lin Xuan's pupils shrank. Last night, when Yun Qingyue bit his shoulder, there was a moment of sharp pain. Amid the flickering red candles, he thought it was just passion from the saintess. Now, under the sword's pressure, the wound reacted—revealing a hidden blood rune on the sachet tassel, oozing Gu fluid!

"Ling Yunxiang spared no expense." Ye Shuangning brushed her sword over the tassel, revealing curled-up Gu eggs. "He used Hehuan Gu as a tracking mark. Typical of that lecher." Her eyes suddenly sharpened. Her ice-silk stockings grazed Lin Xuan's knee. "Yun Qingyue didn't tell you? She used Lure-Gu balm when she bit you."

Nine Yang True Qi exploded. The sachet burst into flames mid-air, and in the firelight, the blood curse twisted into the Third Prince's lascivious face:"Lin Xuan, enjoy the aphrodisiac Gu I gifted you…"Before he could finish, Ye Shuangning's sword pierced the illusion. The Gu eggs exploded into a pink mist—forming an erotic mural in midair!

"Hold your breath!"

Lin Xuan pulled her into his arms, activating his golden qi barrier. The mist struck the shield with a hiss, morphing into Yun Qingyue's seductive illusion whispering behind him, "Lin Lang… didn't get enough last night?"

"Tricks." Ye Shuangning sneered, sword tip lifting his robe. The love bite from last night glowed, leaking Gu-scented nectar. She suddenly licked the wound, her icy tongue freezing the toxin. "We sword cultivators are trained for Gu resistance—but your Nine Yang essence… far better than medicinal baths."

"I see through all disguises." She traced her sword again, ice crystals winding around his wrist. The sword qi bit coldly, unable to mask her subtle snow-lotus fragrance. "The northeast of the secret realm holds Ling Yunxiang's Gu array. Help me break it, and I'll share 30% of the Sword Pavilion inheritance."

The crowd gasped. Everyone knew the Cold Moon Sword Fairy was a notorious man-hater—last year, an inner disciple who glanced at her was frozen and thrown off a cliff. Yet here she stood, dew still glistening on her silk stockings, and her bust wrap's sword pattern rippled with her breathing.

"Is the ice fairy into younger guys now?" a mocking voice said. A flashy youth strutted over, fanning himself, leering. "Come with me instead. I'll make sure you moan every—"

Clang!

Her sword unsheathed three inches. An icicle instantly formed below his belt. Ye Shuangning ignored the fool, sword tassel brushing Lin Xuan's throat. "So? Yes or no?"

Lin Xuan grasped her wrist, caressing the silk wristband. Softer than expected. Her pulse raced. "Is that how you ask for help?" He suddenly pulled her close, lips nearly touching her collarbone. "You want me to warm your bed, or your sword?"

Her icy scent enveloped him. Her pulse throbbed visibly. To everyone's shock, she let him undo the tie on her bust wrap, the sword patterns dancing with her breath. Her stockings tightened, accentuating the flesh of her thighs.

"After we break the array," she bit his earlobe, her breath freezing him, "you'll help me refine my Sword Soul." Her palm pressed his lower abdomen, tracing the sun emblem. "With your yang fire."

[Ye Shuangning Affection +5 (Starting Value: 10)][Triggered Sword Soul Resonance: +30% Body Tempering Effect During Dual Cultivation]

As noon sun pierced the clouds, the secret realm burst open. Lin Xuan, arm around Ye Shuangning's waist, stepped into the vortex. The silk beneath his palm grew warm. Her scent mixed with the cold metal of her sword, teasing his senses. He deliberately slid his hand lower, sinking into her round rear.

"Touch me again and I'll feed you to the snow hawks." Her sword tassel coiled around his wrist—but the silver bell chimed joyfully. Lin Xuan chuckled and let her bind him. Just before transmission completed, he suddenly spun and pinned her to a mossy boulder.

"You—" Her frost-colored eyes lit with anger before his hand silenced her. A few steps away, a Soul-Devouring Gu writhed in a leaf pile, bearing the Third Prince's crest.

Ye Shuangning froze—Lin Xuan's knee was right between her legs. Her stockings couldn't block his burning Yang Qi. Her chest rose and fell violently, the sword-pattern bust trembling like waves. Then, the Gu suddenly exploded. Black blood spelled eight words mid-air:

During Dual Cultivation, Sword Soul Can Be Seized

Lin Xuan's throat bobbed. In his arms, her icy gaze blurred. At some point, her sword tassel had wrapped around their necks. As the air grew warmer, the silver bell chimed. She bit her fingertip, smeared blood on his lips, and whispered:

"From now on, you're my scabbard."

In the distance, Mu Ling'er gasped. A flash of pink darted into the trees. Lin Xuan was about to chase—when Ye Shuangning's sword drew itself. Embedded in the hilt stone was a phoenix mark—unique to the Third Prince's mansion!