Long Meng and Wu Longzi each possessed eight or nine thousand years of magical power and ranked among the notable Monsters of Heaven Beyond Divine Mountain. Their unsolicited visit greatly pleased the Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Xian.
Ordinarily, after having her fill, she would sleep for several hours to replenish her elixir qi. Today, she made an exception and, without resting, brought two of her bodies forward to welcome them.
The Cold Xian sought to harvest the two Monsters' primordial yang, while they circulated their arts and desperately restrained themselves, resisting her.
The Cold Xian breathed out green elixir qi, enveloping herself and both of them. Their minds teetered on the edge of a mire, sorely tempted to abandon their struggle. Fortunately, each had eight or nine thousand years of Dao Practice and managed to retain a sliver of awareness at that final precipice. No matter what the Cold Xian did, they clung fiercely to their primordial yang qi and refused to surrender it.
After eight days and eight nights, the Cold Xian had expended a great deal of strength herself. She withdrew the thick green mist and told the humans and Monsters kneeling below to go about their business and return when summoned.
Some looked delighted, while others were deeply disappointed. In the humans' eyes, the Cold Xian was a peerless beauty draped in sheer green silk; in the Monsters' eyes, she was a seductive, graceful female. They had waited eagerly for ten-odd days, only to have their hopes come to nothing. How frustrating!
Unfortunately, they had been poisoned by the Cold Xian's Poisonous Elixir Qi. Not only were their Primordial Spirits restrained, but they could not travel far from her. Otherwise, the poison would flare up, rotting them from their hands and feet until their entire bodies dissolved into pus.