Skin of Ice and Snow, Bones of Jade

Lu Xing woke up again, only to feel like he had slept on a cold stone, a hint of coolness seeping through his thin clothes into his body.

He quickly realized that he had indeed transmigrated again.

Fortunately, the room wasn't dark this time, so he didn't need to look for a light source.

Unfortunately, Lu Xing found himself in an ice house. Everything he saw was thick ice blocks that had condensed into crystal clear forms. Up, down, left, right, and even the bed he was sleeping on was made of Icy Jade Stone!

"Where is this?"

Lu Xing looked down at himself, no, at this body.

What met his eyes was a white dress, covering a graceful, undulating snowy white body. Jade-like feet were exposed in the icy world, sending a shiver down Lu Xing's spine.

It was too cold!

No, his body wasn't cold, it was a psychological coldness.

As an ordinary person from southern China, he rarely had the chance to see snow, let alone sleep in an ice cave, and still wearing clothes so thin that his skin was visible.

Calm down!

I can withstand this cold now!

After giving himself enough psychological hints, Lu Xing tried to move his body and survey his surroundings.

He was currently in a sealed ice room, and he didn't see anything resembling a door.

The ice room wasn't large, about ten meters long and wide, and about three meters high, the size of a hundred-square-meter apartment.

Aside from the Icy Jade Stone bed, there were very few furnishings in the ice room. There were two bookshelves by the ice wall, holding about a thousand books. Next to the jade stone bed was a pile of things: a sword, bottles, scrolls, a guqin, and other items, all casually stacked.

There was a mirror hanging at the head of the bed, but no dressing table.

Besides that, there were no pots and pans for cooking, no teapots and cups for drinking tea, no towels and tubs for bathing, no pens, ink, and paper for writing, no alchemy furnaces and spiritual medicines for cultivation, no memorial tablets and statues for praying, and so on and so forth!

No eating, no bathing, no going to the toilet, no praying, and certainly no internet!

"Is this... a temporary cave dwelling used by a cultivator for secluded cultivation?"

Lu Xing thought for a long time and could only speculate about the identity and situation of this female immortal in this way.

There was no food or drink at home, and there were items like a guqin and a sword, proving that she was a cultivator.

There were no other things at home, such as tea leaves or bath towels, proving that she was temporarily residing here.

Plus, the ice cave seemed to have no door, so it was highly likely she was in secluded cultivation for a breakthrough.

"Cultivators are really ruthless!"

Lu Xing couldn't help but complain.

When reading books or watching TV, seeing cultivators in secluded cultivation for so many years was often just mentioned in passing. But now that he was experiencing it himself, he realized that secluded cultivation for cultivators was truly something ordinary people couldn't endure!

Putting aside everything else, just the inability to access the internet was enough to cause internal injuries in modern people, leading to qi deviation.

Lu Xing got off the Cold Jade Bed barefoot, just like Annie, without shoes. He stepped on the icy ground, lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over the curves, and landing on his slightly cool feet.

Beneath the plain white dress were the jade feet of a fairy.

If Lu Xing were to describe its beauty, he could only say that even if these feet stepped in mud and were then lifted and extended towards him, he would hold them up without hesitation—

No, he was a good young man of the new era, he didn't have such strange hobbies!

But, the jade feet of this Cold Ice Fairy were indeed so beautiful they made one lose their senses.

After calming down, Lu Xing went to the mirror.

He was already prepared, but when he saw the appearance of this Cold Ice Fairy in the mirror, he was still shocked.

She seemed to have come from the Nine Heavens above, with flowers for her face, the moon for her spirit, jade for her bones, ice and snow for her skin, and autumn water for her grace. She was naturally beautiful, without need for adornment or makeup.

Words like "sinking fish and falling geese," "eclipsing the moon and shaming flowers," "overthrowing kingdoms and cities," and "naturally beautiful" could only describe the most stunning women in the mortal world, but they struggled to depict the demeanor and appearance of a fairy.

However, Lu Xing's shocked expression greatly damaged the Cold Ice Fairy's aura, making her seem as if she had fallen from heaven to the mortal world, appearing startled and vulgar.

Although he had never met her in person, Lu Xing could infer the Cold Ice Fairy's temperament from her appearance and the items in her cave dwelling: aloof and distant, untouched by the smoke and fire of the mortal world.

"Are all female immortals this beautiful?"

Lu Xing lifted the fairy's slender jade finger and stroked his face with it. He was still immersed in the shock of the fairy's beauty, somewhat unable to recover.

The next moment.

"My good daughter!"

Suddenly, a woman in a red dress appeared in the mirror, face to face with Lu Xing, scaring him back a step, his face showing surprise.

"Huh? Who are you?!"

The woman in the red dress let out a surprised cry, seemingly seeing through at a glance that Lu Xing's soul was inside her daughter's body. Immediately after, a young girl in her prime appeared in the mirror again. She had originally been squatting there bored, but upon seeing Lu Xing, she pressed close to the mirror and looked at him strangely.

"No! You guys come out quickly!"

The girl shouted, and figures in the mirror appeared one after another, some plump and beautiful women, some innocent young girls, some wearing coarse cloth and hemp clothes, some dressed gorgeously, some with noble temperaments, some simple and naive. They densely crowded the mirror surface, staring at Lu Xing in unison.

Their expressions varied: surprised, puzzled, hostile, interested, or indifferent and dismissive.

"Ghosts?!"

Lu Xing reacted, stepped forward, and quickly flipped the mirror over.

The sounds made by the women in the mirror disappeared, as if they had also vanished.

The ice room became quiet again.

Lu Xing waited for a moment, confirming that the mirror was no longer acting strangely, before feeling slightly relieved.

If this mirror was a mobile phone used by cultivators for communication, then it should only contact one person, at most ten or so, equivalent to a remote meeting.

It shouldn't be like just now, with dense figures crowding the mirror, too many in number, so that they only left a pair of eyes on the mirror surface, making the mirror as eerie as a monster from Cthulhu mythology.

"I wonder what this mirror is for."

Lu Xing looked at it for a long time, but still shook his head.

Logically, there was no danger—referring to the Cold Ice Fairy, after all, she had hung it by her bed—but until he figured it out, Lu Xing didn't plan to touch it.

After circling the ice room, Lu Xing didn't find anything else of value.

He didn't dare to touch the ancient paintings and zithers, nor did he dare to pull out the treasured sword, fearing that these magical artifacts would be activated and he wouldn't be able to control them.

He also didn't find anything related to the fairy's identity. The books on the bookshelf were a mess, including ghost novels, Taoist classics, Buddhist scriptures, geographical records, and Confucian books on governing the country and bringing peace to the land.

These were not enough to deduce her identity, and she hadn't left any notes in the books.

Furthermore, Lu Xing confirmed that there were no doors inside this ice and snow cave dwelling; it was completely sealed by ice, of unknown thickness.

"Forget it, I'll think about it if I ever cross over again!"

Lu Xing gave up, planning to leave some words, but then remembered there was no paper or pen here at all.

Finally, Lu Xing could only raise his hand and write on an ice wall with his fingertip.

He had to admit, the fairy was terrifyingly strong. Her slender fingers could easily leave marks on the hard ice wall, even easier than writing on sand.

"My name is Lu Xing. When you see these words, I think you already know what happened..."

After writing, Lu Xing admired it with satisfaction for a moment before turning around to pick a few books he was interested in from the bookshelf and sitting on the Icy Jade Stone bed to read.

However, as soon as he lowered his head, his gaze was always involuntarily drawn.

How could the fairy be so big?

Wait, she seems... not wearing anything?