NOVGO.NET Chapter 177: Cold
Chapter 177: Chapter 177: Cold
Yue Lan saw the friendly, handsome young man, but she didn’t let her guard down.’
Something about him felt… off.
’…A demonic cultivator?’
It didn’t take long for her to recognize the familiar qi that most demonic cultivators carried.’
This wasn’t her first encounter with a demonic cultivator, which made the recognition even easier.
She frowned slightly. ’But why would a demonic cultivator be here…?’
She knew this hidden realm was under the control of the righteous sect.
Unless he had somehow managed to sneak past the elders, there was no way he could have gotten in.
But then, a memory clicked as Elder Yu’s words resurfaced in her mind.
’The secret realm is indeed under our sect’s control, but there have been rare cases where wandering cultivators slipped in through a small, unpredictable portal. It’s uncommon, but it does happen.’
Realizing she was facing an enemy and one with bad intentions, Yue Lan’s eyes narrowed.
She also noticed his greedy gaze as it lingered on her.
Ye Mo stopped a few steps away, smiling.
“May I know your name, beautiful fairy?”
But all he got in response was silence..
Ye Mo chuckled softly.
“I see… so you’re the silent type, huh?”
Far from disappointed, Ye Mo’s excitement slowly grew as cold, and indifferent types were his favorite.
The challenge of breaking that icy exterior…..of seeing the raw crack beneath it brought him a satisfaction unlike any other.
He turned to look at Yue Lan and smiled friendly again.
“My name is Ye Mo, a disciple from—”
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Before he finished speaking, chains erupted around Yue Lan’s feet, shooting upward like a net, attempting to trap her.
Ye Mo smiled at the sight, feeling a flicker of anticipation at how this cold fairy might “taste.”
But then his expression froze…
CRACK!
A burst of icy qi erupted from Yue Lan, freezing the falling chains solid.
Soon, an icy mist swirled around her, obscuring her figure entirely.
Ye Mo frowned slightly, realizing his hidden trap had failed.
“…Tch, taming this cold fairy won’t be easy.”
The cold mist slowly extended outward, creeping even toward him and clouding his vision.
“What is this? Are we playing catch~?”
Though his voice sounded casual, Ye Mo was on full alert as his eyes scanning the frost-thickened air.
The temperature slowly plummeted.
The mist thickened as biting cold seeping into his skin, while frost began crawling across the ground beneath his feet.
His breath turned white, each exhale slower than the last.
Suddenly,
Ye Mo lifted his hand slowly.
Klang—
A dull metallic sound echoed through the frozen mist.
From his sleeve, a dark chain slid out, each link thick and jagged, engraved with faint crimson runes.
Demonic qi oozed from every segment, slightly warping the surrounding air, as if even the frost hesitated to touch it.
“Since you noticed the trap,” Ye Mo smiled and said lightly,
“let’s do this properly.”
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!
He spun the chain in his hand until it became a deadly rotating fan.
The chains cut through the air, spinning in a deadly circle, steel sharp and brimming with demonic qi
The faint crimson runes glowed ominously, like tiny, hungry eyes searching for prey.
“Let’s see how long you can hide in that frost,” Ye Mo murmured, spinning the chain into a lethal storm of demonic qi.
Suddenly, he heard a sound behind him and reacted immediately.
The chain shot forward like a living serpent, tearing through the mist.
Crack!
The ground beneath it cracked instantly, ice shattering under the violent force, as the chain curved unnaturally, seeking Yue Lan’s position.
Clang!
Ye Mo smiled, thinking he had struck something.
But then a sharp alarm rang in his senses.
Instinctively, he glanced upward.
“…!”
Above him, Yue Lan’s graceful figure dropped down, her sword shimmering with blue energy.
He scrambled to dodge—
Zing!
Spurt!
Blood erupted from his chest as he barely managed to avoid being split in two.
But Yue Lan, landing with a soft, fluid step, immediately thrust the sword gifted by Li Feng toward Ye Mo’s throat.
Sensing the deadly strike, Ye Mo gritted his teeth and lashed out with his chain, coiling it around the sword in a desperate attempt to stop its trajectory.
Ziiiinnng!
Sparks flew as the force clashed, and he stumbled several steps before finally blocking the sword, with its tip hovering just an inch from his throat.
His arm strained, veins and muscle bulging as he struggled to hold the weapon at bay.
Yet instead of panic or fear, he smiled, his eyes fixed on the cold, sharp fairy before him, a mix of admiration and obsession in his gaze.
Then,
Ye Mo’s eyes widened in awe as he sensed the powerful Yin emanating from Yue Lan up close.
“Ah~ as expected… you truly are beautiful… and such Yin!”
As a disciple of the Fire Yang Sect, he had learned basic Yin-sensing techniques.
And as a disciple under a Grand Elder, he also had mastered even more advanced methods.
But suddenly, after using the technique to sense her fully… his expression frozen.
Anger suddenly flared across his face.
“…You! You are not a virgin?!” His voice, full of rage, echoed through the icy mist.
For the first time, a fierce, possessive expression replaced his normally easygoing demeanor.
He wasn’t usually picky about his “food” being virgins or not,….only low-quality ones mattered.
But a high-quality Yin source like this fairy? He became extremely selective.
To claim the virgin Yin of someone as powerful and refined as Yue Lan would grant immense benefits to a dual cultivator like him.
So that why….
The thought that another man had taken what he considered his prey made his blood boil.
“Who… who is that bastard?!” Ye Mo shouted at Yue Lan, as if she were already his possession.
But Yue Lan said nothing, her expression remaining cold and indifferent.
“….”
Seeing that her sword couldn’t penetrate any further, Yue Lan swiftly withdrew it and swung at his neck.
Clang!
Sparks flew as Ye Mo blocked the strike with his chain.
He glared angrily, still demanding an answer from Yue Lan—but then he sensed something beneath him and leapt backward just in time.
CRACK!
A huge spike of ice erupted from the ground where he had been standing.
Ye Mo, who jump back into the air, finally looked cold and ruthless as if he decided something.