Yuan Shu had only wanted to save him, and there had still been some regret in her heart.
But now that Mu Fengyun had awakened and said such things, she wanted to get a clear answer.
Once a decision was made, there was no turning back.
Mu Fengyun’s heart trembled. He did not care about what Yuan Shu had said, but the fact that she could say such things to him—did that mean she had accepted him?
Mu Fengyun could have pretended to remain unconscious and let Yuan Shu have her way with him.
But when the moment finally came, he still wanted her to do it willingly, rather than take him simply because she was saving his life.
That was why he had stopped her at the crucial moment.
He had been waiting for this moment for a very long time.
And now, he had finally heard Yuan Shu ask him that question.
He could finally answer her seriously.
“Shushu, even without the Cangming Ice Soul, you would still be the only woman in my life. I swear it!”
Yuan Shu gazed intently at him.
The handsome, exquisitely beautiful man lay on the blue-gray fox fur. The corners of his eyes were tinged red, his gaze glistening, and his long hair spread messily around him, giving him a faintly disheveled air.
He was utterly endearing.
She remembered how she had teased him back then. If she had not been attracted to that face, why would she have deliberately drawn close to him?
Now that things had been said this far, refusing him would truly be nothing more than coyness.
Yuan Shu reached out and bent over, firmly gripping his chin. Seeing him wince in pain yet continue to look at her with unwavering determination, she gave a soft laugh.
“Mu Fengyun, you’re the one who offered yourself to me.”
“Since you’ve already made your decision, then… I’ll give you what you want.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Yuan Shu caught the hand around her waist and slid it upward.
“Mm…”
A low, helpless moan immediately escaped Mu Fengyun.
…
“Master, c-can my body really recover?”
Inside the fiery red furnace, the young Mu Fengyun had curled himself into a ball. His chubby little face was streaked with tears.
Even though he was trying his very best to endure, the waves of blazing fire inside the furnace continued to scorch him, making his small body tremble uncontrollably from the pain.
At the same time, the Cangming Ice Soul within him continued to release its frigid aura, and the two forces secretly battled inside his body.
Heaven and earth seemed to have been turned upside down by ice and fire. The pain left Mu Fengyun’s head hazy.
Jian Ming stood beside the furnace, his heart aching for him.
He had to add beast fire to the furnace to maintain its temperature while also comforting and encouraging Mu Fengyun.
“Fengyun, you’ll be fine. Your body will definitely recover. You have to hold on!”
The little Mu Fengyun blinked, clenched his teeth tightly, and nodded.
He did hold on—and continued doing so for several decades.
Ever since he had accidentally swallowed the Cangming Ice Soul and taken it into his body, he had needed to use a beast-fire furnace at regular intervals to suppress its power and counteract its icy aura.
He had always been able to endure pain, and over the years, he had grown accustomed to it.
But that method of suppression was unbearably painful—once was enough to make anyone never want to experience it a second time.
He liked Yuan Shu, and he also liked the warmth of Yuan Shu’s spirit fire.
The power of spirit fire and beast fire could not even be compared.
Moreover, the spirit fire released by Yuan Shu was gentler and easier to absorb.
The last time he had felt such warmth was when Yuan Shu had accepted his invitation and gone to the Mu residence.
She had kissed him, gradually transferring heat into his body.
But that warmth had been nothing compared to what he felt today.
His entire body seemed to be immersed in a hot spring, filled with incomparable satisfaction and happiness.
Mu Fengyun felt as though he were about to melt into the warmth of Yuan Shu’s spirit fire.
Never before had his body felt so comfortable.
He bit his lip and struggled to keep himself from making a sound, but Yuan Shu saw through him and leaned close to his ear.
“Mu Fengyun, let it out. I like listening to you.”
Mu Fengyun’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His body trembled as the shame hidden deep within his heart was swept away by Yuan Shu’s heated gaze.
“Shu, Shushu… mm…”
…
When the cave finally fell silent, Mu Fengyun had already drifted into a peaceful sleep.
He had not slept so deeply in a very long time.
Yuan Shu pulled the blanket up to cover him, hiding the marks on his body. Then she sat cross-legged beside him and circulated the spiritual power within her.
After a long while, she slowly opened her eyes. A delighted gleam lit up her dark pupils.
“Nascent Soul Realm, peak perfection! I’m only one step away from entering the Deity Transformation Realm!”
She spoke with a sigh of emotion.
The higher one’s cultivation, the more difficult it became to advance.
Previously, she had absorbed Shi Shuchen’s primordial yang, and now she had Mu Fengyun as well. Only then had she barely reached the pinnacle of the Nascent Soul Realm.
Still, considering her age, such cultivation speed was already terrifying.
Many Nascent Soul Realm cultivators in the Fallen Immortal Sect were several decades—or even more than a century—old.
Yet she had been reborn only a few years ago and had already achieved such a breakthrough. Anyone who saw it would have to praise her.
“Shushu.”
Mu Fengyun’s soft call came from behind her, his clear voice carrying a hint of huskiness.
Yuan Shu turned her head and saw him propping himself up with one arm.
When he noticed her looking at him, his handsome cheeks flushed faintly. His gentle eyes, however, were exceptionally bright, filled with an intense emotion that was difficult to describe.
“How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?” Yuan Shu reached out to help him sit up, but he caught her wrist instead.
Mu Fengyun gently shook his head. “No. I’ve never felt this relaxed before. Shushu, I—I’m so happy!”
After the spirit fire had entered his body and suppressed the Cangming Ice Soul, Mu Fengyun’s control over it would gradually grow stronger.
His body would naturally recover as well.
“That’s good.” Yuan Shu nodded lightly, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
It seemed that the spirit-fire treatment the night before had been very successful.
Mu Fengyun looked at her, his eyes glistening faintly. The thin blanket slipped down, revealing his broad chest, covered in lean muscle and touched with a faint flush of pink.
Yuan Shu’s gaze swept over his chest, and a spark of interest rose in her eyes. As she leaned closer, her hand had already moved over him with practiced familiarity.
“Really happy? So happy that your voice went hoarse? Mu Fengyun, do you know what it costs to tempt me?”
Back at the Mu residence, she had caught only a fleeting glimpse of him through the edge of his clothes, yet even then she had found him astonishing.
And last night…
Though he looked slender, his frame was broad.
Three jin, definitely three jin. Not a single bit less!
Her small, fair hand rubbed against his snowy skin, neither rough nor gentle. Mu Fengyun was extremely sensitive, and his entire body stiffened.
It was uncomfortable, yet he could not bear to push Yuan Shu away. His breathing changed slightly as he protested in a small voice, “Shushu, I—I didn’t.”
“Didn’t you? Who was it that moaned all night last night?” Yuan Shu curled her lips and continued teasing him.
At those words, Mu Fengyun’s cheeks flushed.
He had originally been forcing himself to endure it. No matter how pleasurable it felt, he had stubbornly held back. It was Yuan Shu who had told him not to restrain himself.
Only then had he been unable to stop the low moans from escaping.
Once he had made that first sound, he had stopped holding back altogether.
He was a quiet person. He had always been quiet in the Myriad Swords Sect, and he had been the same at the Mu residence. He had never once indulged himself by crying out like that all night.
As a result, his throat was still slightly hoarse that morning.
“Shu, Shushu…”
Mu Fengyun took two shallow breaths. His body was so sensitive that how could he possibly withstand Yuan Shu’s teasing?
When his dark eyes turned toward Yuan Shu again, they were already tinged red, filled with desire and yearning.
