Su Huan Cultivation Method

Zhao Jian seized Xia Zihe's left arm. In his panic, how could he still mind his strength? With one tug, he pulled out the left hand she had hidden in her sleeve. Yet what met his touch was not the soft, delicate hand like smooth cream he had imagined, but something like an icy thin bamboo stalk. Looking closer, wasn't what he held a stark white bone stripped of every shred of flesh? It had already been mangled beyond repair, and this grab turned it into an even bloodier mess. Zhao Jian jumped in fright and cried out.

At that moment, Xia Zihe lay on her back, and the veil over her face rose without wind. Her skull-like countenance was revealed before Zhao Jian's eyes. After his cry of alarm, Zhao Jian saw it clearly and immediately released her hand, pushing off with his feet and retreating several steps.

The moment he stepped back, Zhao Jian came to his senses and was about to move forward again when Xia Zihe gave a cold, "Heh heh," and said, "Junior Brother Zhao, now that you've seen me like this, would you still dare sleep beside me at night? Aren't you afraid my icy hands will close around your throat?"

"This..." Zhao Jian naturally hesitated for a moment.

Just then, veiled Chen Chen snapped, "Where are the disciplinary disciples? Seize this heartless man! Drag him to the open ground and execute him by lingchi! Feed his flesh to the wild dogs!"

Before her words had faded, two young-looking disciples stepped out from among the inner disciples Chen Chen had brought. They strode briskly to Zhao Jian. The moment he saw them, he knew all hope was lost and prepared for one last desperate struggle. But he had barely moved when a disciplinary disciple's