When Lu Xing woke again, he felt as though he had slept on a frigid stone, icy chills seeping through his thin clothes and into his body.
He quickly realized that he had indeed transmigrated again.
Fortunately, the room was not dark this time, so he did not need to look for a lamp.
Unfortunately, Lu Xing discovered that he was inside an ice house. Everything in sight was made of thick, crystalline blocks of ice—above, below, and all around him. Even the bed he had slept on was made of Icy Jade Stone!
"Where is this?"
Lu Xing lowered his head to look at himself. No, at this body.
He saw a white gown concealing a snow-white body with delicate curves. Feet like white jade were exposed to the icy world, making Lu Xing shudder.
It was too cold!
No, his body was not cold. It was psychological coldness.
As an ordinary southerner from China, he had rarely even had the chance to see snow, much less sleep in an Ice Cave while wearing such thin clothing that his skin was visible beneath it.
Calm down!
I can withstand this kind of cold now!
After giving himself enough mental encouragement, Lu Xing finally tried moving his body and surveying his surroundings.
He was in an enclosed ice chamber, with no sign of anything resembling a door.
The chamber was not large, around ten meters long and wide and roughly three meters high—about the size of a hundred-square-meter apartment.
Aside from the Icy Jade Stone bed, there was very little furniture in the room. Two bookshelves stood against the ice walls, holding around a thousand books. Beside the jade bed was a pile of miscellaneous items: a treasured sword, bottles, a Painting Scroll, an ancient qin, and more, all carelessly stacked together.
A mirror hung above the head of the bed, but there was no dressing table.
Other than that, there were no pots, bowls, ladles, or basins for cooking; no teapots or cups for drinking tea; no towels or bathing tubs; no brushes, ink, paper, or inkstones for writing; no pill furnace or spiritual medicine for cultivation; no memorial tablets or divine statues for prayer—nothing at all!
No eating, no bathing, no using the toilet, no praying, and especially no internet!
"Is this... a temporary cave abode for a cultivator in seclusion?"
After thinking for a long while, Lu Xing could only use that to infer the identity and circumstances of this female immortal.
There was neither food nor drink in the residence, while there was an ancient qin and a treasured sword, proving that she cultivated.
There was also nothing else, such as tea leaves or bath towels, proving that she only lived here temporarily.
And since the Ice Cave seemed to have no door, she was most likely in seclusion to make a breakthrough.
"Cultivators are really ruthless!"
Lu Xing could not help complaining.
When he read novels or watched television, cultivators going into seclusion for however many years was usually glossed over in a single sentence. But now that he had experienced it himself, he realized that cultivation seclusion was truly not something ordinary people could endure!
Leaving aside everything else, merely being unable to access the internet was enough to make a modern person suffer internal injuries from repression, then fall into Qi Deviation.
Lu Xing climbed down from the Cold Jade Bed barefoot. Like Anne, he had no shoes. Standing on the icy ground, he lowered his gaze past the curves of his body and looked at his feet, which carried a faint chill.
Beneath the plain white dress were the Fairy's jade feet.
If Lu Xing had to describe their beauty, he could only say that even if those feet stepped in mud, then were raised and held out before him afterward, he could still unhesitatingly hold them in his hands—
No, he was an upstanding young man of the new era. He did not have such strange preferences!
Still, Cold Ice Fairy's jade feet were indeed beautiful enough to make one lose oneself.
After calming down, Lu Xing walked over to the mirror.
He had already prepared himself, but after seeing Cold Ice Fairy's face in the mirror, he was still stunned.
She seemed to have descended from the Ninth Heaven, with flowers for her features, the moon for her spirit, jade for her bones, ice and snow for her skin, and autumn waters for her bearing. Her beauty needed no embellishment, nor did it require makeup.
Words such as breathtaking beauty, beauty that eclipsed the moon and shamed the flowers, beauty capable of toppling kingdoms, and natural loveliness could only describe peerless mortal beauties. They could hardly portray a Fairy's expression and appearance.
However, Lu Xing's utterly shocked expression greatly damaged Cold Ice Fairy's temperament, making her seem as though she had fallen from the heavens into the Mortal Realm, wearing a jumpy and vulgar expression.
Although he had never met her in person, Lu Xing could infer Cold Ice Fairy's disposition from her appearance and the items in her cave abode. She was aloof and distant, untouched by the worldly dust of mortal life.
"Are all female immortals this beautiful?"
Lu Xing raised the Fairy's slender jade fingers and lightly stroked her face. He was still immersed in the shock of her beauty and had yet to recover.
The next moment—
"My precious daughter!"
A woman in a red dress suddenly appeared in the mirror, facing Lu Xing directly. He was so startled that he took a step back, his face full of alarm.
"Huh? Who are you?!"
The woman in red cried out in surprise, seeming to see through at a glance that Lu Xing's soul was inside her daughter's body. Immediately afterward, another figure appeared in the mirror: a young girl in her early teens. She had originally been squatting there in boredom, but upon seeing Lu Xing, she pressed close to the mirror and stared at him curiously.
"That's not right! Come out, all of you!"
The girl shouted, and one figure after another appeared in the mirror. Some were plump, beautiful women; some were innocent young girls. Some wore rough hemp clothing, while others were dressed magnificently. Some were noble in bearing, while others looked foolish and adorable. They crowded densely across the mirror, all staring at Lu Xing.
Their expressions ranged from surprise and confusion to hostility, interest, and cold indifference.
"Ghosts?!"
Lu Xing came to his senses, stepped forward, and swiftly flipped the mirror around.
The voices of the women in the mirror vanished, as though they had vanished with it.
The ice chamber became quiet again.
Lu Xing waited for a while. Only after confirming that the mirror showed no further abnormalities did he relax slightly.
If this mirror was a cultivator's communication device, like a phone, then it should only connect to one person—or perhaps a dozen at most, like a remote conference.
Not like before, when densely packed figures crowded the mirror in such great numbers that only their eyes remained visible on its surface, making it as eerie as some monster from a Cthulhu myth.
"I wonder what this mirror is for."
Lu Xing looked at it for a long time, then shook his head.
Logically speaking, it should not be dangerous—at least not to Cold Ice Fairy, since she had hung it beside her bed. But before figuring it out, Lu Xing did not intend to touch it again.
After making a round of the ice chamber, Lu Xing found nothing else of value.
He did not dare touch the ancient paintings or qin, nor did he dare draw the treasured sword, afraid that these magical artifacts would activate and become impossible for him to control.
He also found nothing identifying the Fairy. The books on the shelves were a complete mess: ghost stories, Daoist scriptures, Buddhist teachings, geographical records, and Confucian books on governing a nation and bringing peace to the people.
None of these were enough to deduce her identity, and she had not left any notes in the books.
In addition, Lu Xing confirmed that there was no door in this icy cave abode. It was completely sealed in ice, though he had no idea how thick it was.
"Forget it. I'll deal with it if I transmigrate here again next time!"
Lu Xing gave up. He planned to leave behind some writing, but then remembered that there was neither paper nor pen here.
In the end, Lu Xing could only raise his hand and write on an ice wall with his fingertip.
And surprisingly, the Fairy was terrifyingly strong. Her slender fingers could easily leave marks on the hard ice wall, even more easily than writing in sand.
"My name is Lu Xing. When you see these words, I think you already know what happened..."
After writing it, Lu Xing admired it with satisfaction for a moment. Then he turned around, selected several books that interested him from the shelf, and sat on the icy jade bed to read.
But as soon as he lowered his head, his gaze was inevitably drawn downward.
How could the Fairy's be so big?
Wait, she seemed to be... not wearing anything?
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