"Bing'er, let go of your master first."
The Snow Empress's voice was gentle. Though Shui Bing'er was reluctant, under her grandmaster's gaze, she obediently released her hands and stepped aside.
The next second, the Snow Empress actually stepped forward of her own accord, spread her arms, and held Ye Wuchen tightly in her embrace.
Her voluptuous, cool, perfect body pressed against Ye Wuchen.
The noble, icy yet lethally alluring aura unique to the Snow Empress enveloped him.
"Wuchen, you really did it." The Snow Empress rested her chin lightly on Ye Wuchen's shoulder.
Her voice was proud and joyful. "Yin-Yang Complementary Dual Soul Cores... you really succeeded. This is a miracle that even I, your master, couldn't achieve. Your future accomplishments will certainly surpass mine."
Caught off guard by the Snow Empress's sudden embrace, Ye Wuchen was somewhat dazed as he felt the astonishing softness and sensation in his arms.
For a moment, he did not know where to put his hands.
"Master... you flatter me..." Ye Wuchen coughed twice, trying to ease the slightly intimate atmosphere.
The Snow Empress's next action completely broke through Ye Wuchen's defenses.
She brought her breathtakingly beautiful face close to his ear, and her icy lips, as pure as snow and incomparably soft, landed on his cheek.
"Mwah~"
A gentle, cool kiss that staked her claim was lightly imprinted on Ye Wuchen's cheek.
After kissing him, the Snow Empress stepped half a pace back, her icy eyes casting an almost smiling glance at Shui Bing'er, who stood beside them, completely dumbfounded.
This kiss expressed her heartfelt joy as a master at her disciple's heaven-defying achievement.
It was also her "counterattack" and way of "venting" as the ruler of the Far North against Shui Bing'er's earlier act of kissing Ye Wuchen.
Want to fight me for him?
Little girl, you're still too green.
Ambushed by his master without warning, Ye Wuchen froze, inwardly speechless.
Shui Bing'er was young, and in a moment of excitement, she gave me a light kiss to express her gratitude.
But Master, who are you? You're the supreme ruler of the Far North, the noblest and most coldly beautiful Snow Empress of the world of ice and snow. Why are you joining in now?
Are you competing with your own granddisciple out of jealousy?
Still, speechless as he was, the word "retreat" was not in Ye Wuchen's bones.
Since the Snow Empress had taken the initiative to "provoke" him, wouldn't he be utterly oblivious to romance if he failed to give her a tangible response?
With that thought, Ye Wuchen did not push the Snow Empress away. Instead, he wrapped his strong arms around her slender waist, so narrow he could encircle it with a hand, and cool to the touch.
With a forceful pull, he drew her voluptuous, perfect body even more tightly into his embrace.
"Master..." Ye Wuchen stared with burning eyes at the Snow Empress's breathtakingly beautiful, icy face, mere inches away.
"If you want to kiss me, be bolder. How could a kiss on the cheek like a little girl's be enough?"
Under the Snow Empress's astonished gaze, Ye Wuchen lowered his head and kissed her cool lips, as pure as ice and snow.
At that instant, the Snow Empress's mind went blank.
So soft, so sweet.
After a long while, Ye Wuchen reluctantly pulled away.
At this point, where was even a trace of the Snow Empress's majesty and aloofness as the Ruler of the Far North?
Her exquisite, snow-white face had grown scorching hot, an alluring blush spreading all the way to her translucent ears.
She breathed heavily, her eyes filled with embarrassment, annoyance, and panic, not knowing how to react for a moment.
Beside them, Shui Bing'er had long since blushed scarlet and covered her eyes tightly with both hands.
Yet she could not resist secretly parting her fingers to peek at the scene.
Watching from a short distance away, Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena looked on with interest, her beautiful violet eyes sparkling with relish.
She parted her crimson lips, her tone teasing. "I already thought there was something odd about the atmosphere between you two. Now it seems I guessed correctly. The relationship between this master and disciple is no simple matter."
Hearing Gu Yuena's teasing, the Snow Empress snapped out of her daze as though waking from a dream.
Overcome with embarrassment and indignation, she gave an indignant cry and raised her delicate fist to strike Ye Wuchen's shoulder.
"You... you wayward disciple. How dare you do that to me..."
The Snow Empress bit hard on her red lip, ripples shimmering in her beautiful eyes.
Her bashful, slightly angry appearance was even more soul-stealing than her usual icy aloofness.
Ye Wuchen did not shamelessly lean in before her eyes, and, catching her off guard, planted several more quick kisses on her burning cheek.
"Wayward disciple, you wayward disciple!" The Snow Empress stamped her foot in anger, calling him a wayward disciple twice.
It was only because they were in the Star Dou Great Forest, in front of an outsider, that she could not very well lose her temper.
Had they been in the Ice Palace in the Far North, with no outsiders present, the Snow Empress swore she would certainly teach this outrageously bold little bastard Ye Wuchen a proper lesson.
Yet seeing the Snow Empress's embarrassed, annoyed expression made Ye Wuchen quite happy.
He held her cool, soft body with a perfectly clear conscience, feeling more comfortable than words could describe.
Far beyond the Douluo Continent lay a vast, boundless ocean.
Sea God Island.
This mysterious island was shrouded in a sacred, gentle azure radiance.
Inside the Sea God Hall, High Priestess Bo Saixi held the Scepter symbolizing the Sea God's authority, her expression solemn.
She was using the Sea God's Light to heal Tang San's and Tang Hao's bodies, which were riddled with wounds.
Under the healing power of the Sea God's Light, a trace of color finally returned to Tang San's paper-white face, and his tightly shut eyes suddenly opened.
"Xiao Wu!!!"
The moment he regained consciousness, Tang San sat up on the jade bed, his eyes bloodshot as he screamed his lover's name in anguish.
Tang Hao, who had remained beside the bed and was likewise covered in wounds, felt deep heartache and helplessness as he watched his son suffer such unbearable agony, on the verge of collapse.
"Little San, calm down. Xiao Wu has already been taken away by that venomous woman Bibi Dong. Now that she's fallen into Spirit Hall's hands, I'm afraid her chances are grim."
"If Senior Bo Saixi hadn't arrived in time to save us, father and son, we likely couldn't have escaped death."
Hearing his father's words, Tang San clutched his head in agony and let out a despairing wail.
Losing Xiao Wu was more painful to him than being sliced to death by a thousand blades.
"Bibi Dong... Spirit Hall..." Two trails of bloody tears flowed from Tang San's eyes. "I must grow stronger... I must take revenge on Bibi Dong! I'll make Spirit Hall join Xiao Wu in the grave!"
Just as his emotions surged, a heart-rending, lung-rending pain shot through his spine.
The Eight Spider Lances!
His incomparably precious External Soul Bone, the Eight Spider Lances, had already been pulled from his back by Bibi Dong, forcibly stripped away.
His physical mutilation intertwined with his devastating mental trauma, and the killing intent in Tang San's heart climbed to its peak.
"Bibi Dong... you've already given me cause to kill you!!!"
Bo Saixi's ethereal yet majestic voice rang out through the hall.
"Tang San, hatred can indeed become the driving force that pushes you forward, but blind rage will only lead you to destruction."
Holding the Scepter, Bo Saixi walked up to Tang San.
"Bibi Dong is the Rakshasa God's inheritor, and she has already completed most of her divine trials. With your current strength, even if you cultivated for another hundred years, you still couldn't possibly be her match."
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