【Cold Moon and Clear Frost】

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Misty Peak, Peerless Mansion, Canghai Courtyard, East Tower Bedroom. Mist swirled, steam rose.
"Master, is the water too cold? Shall I warm it for you and give you a massage to relieve your fatigue?" What was meant as a casual greeting became, however, due to the woman's shy, alluring expression, her graceful approach, and her soft, murmured voice, instantly making her alluring and irresistible.
Hongyue's cheeks were as red as peach blossoms, her skin seemingly overflowing with moisture. She wore a moon-white silk bathrobe, slightly open at the chest, revealing a hint of her maroon undergarment. One end of the undergarment's buttons had been intentionally or unintentionally undone, half-concealing her pair of snow-white breasts, firm and shapely, with a deep cleavage faintly visible. Her eyes darted about, her gaze seductive and alluring, truly captivating and seductive. It was hard to imagine that her usually cold, elegant, and aloof face could possess such a wanton, even almost lewd, expression.
Leng Canghai lay comfortably in the large bathtub, enjoying the attentive service and clearly provocative caresses of his personal maid, Hongyue, who was also the head steward of Wushuang Manor. Ladle after ladle of warm water was poured onto his chest, and with each movement, Hongyue's breasts bounced violently. His barely weightless maroon undergarment swayed precariously with her movements, finally falling to the ground as Hongyue bent down to massage his pectoral muscles.
Leng Canghai gazed intently at the magnificent scenery before him, a mysterious smile playing on his lips—a smile that was both surprised and delighted, both mocking and sarcastic, and perhaps even tinged with bewilderment. The smile vanished in an instant. The sight of the snow-white, full-figured body before him stirred a slight impulse within him; he wanted to reach out and grasp those small peaks, to smooth them, knead them, and even…
“The water is just right, no need to add more.” Looking at the vaguely familiar face before him, seeing the inappropriate allure tinged with it, Leng Canghai’s heartstrings twitched, but he forcefully suppressed the impulse that had been lurking deep within him.
His hand clenched and unclenched, then landed on Hongyue’s completely exposed breasts, gently kneading and pressing the high, full peaks. He wantonly extended his index and middle fingers, pinching and teasing the already swollen nipples, eliciting Hongyue’s silvery laughter, a feeling of indescribable pleasure. Hearing this, Leng Canghai was naturally thrilled. He used his skillful flirting techniques to his heart's content on the sensitive body of the alluring maid, who was thirsting for pleasure.
Hongyue frowned and closed her eyes, panting softly. Her hands, which had been massaging her master, had long since stopped moving.
But Leng Canghai didn't care about that. He turned around, reached out and grasped Hongyue's breasts, forcefully squeezing and spreading them apart. He leaned down and licked the fragrant sweat and droplets that covered Hongyue's deep, smooth cleavage with his tongue. His tongue then followed the curve of her breasts, licking up to the cherry-like area on her nipples. His tongue teased the pink and delicate areolas, occasionally gently biting the tender red nipples with his teeth, then sucking and grinding them with his lips. He used every trick in the book, leaving no stone unturned.
Hongyue could no longer restrain herself. She pressed her hands firmly against Leng Canghai's shoulders, using the leverage to prop herself up, making her ample breasts even firmer and more alluring. Just as her cherry lips parted slightly, about to let out an excited moan, Leng Canghai's lips moved upwards, finding their target and pressing down on hers, covering her fragrant lips in a passionate kiss. Taking advantage of her open mouth as she was about to cry out, his tongue broke through, licking and teasing her still tightly closed teeth.
When Leng Canghai's tongue pressed against her gums, holding on tightly, she involuntarily opened her lips, allowing her master's hot tongue to penetrate deeply. At the same time, she delicately peeked out her pink tongue, timidly welcoming it, intertwining and caressing with her master's thick, long tongue. After a long while, Leng Canghai finally sucked her tongue out, taking it into his mouth, continuously sucking and swallowing the nectar flowing from her mouth, making slurping sounds.
Meanwhile, Leng Canghai's attacks didn't falter at all. His hands relentlessly squeezed and kneaded Hongyue's full, bouncy breasts, his fingers gently pinching her two most sensitive, engorged nipples.
Hongyue's hands, which had been resting on her master's shoulders, fell limply as Leng Canghai lifted his head. Feeling empty and uncomfortable without support, she naturally reached out and tightly embraced her master's broad waist. Her hands unconsciously caressed her master's skin from behind, moving up and down, unintentionally touching her anus. A finger naturally slipped inside, gently pressing against the surrounding wrinkles, even slightly penetrating the opening, thrusting in and out with varying depths.
Stimulated by this, Leng Canghai let out a muffled groan, a strong pleasure surging from his coccyx, almost releasing his escalating desire. He became even more excited, rising up, his naked body stepping out of the bathtub, directly facing Hongyue. At the same time, his hands didn't slacken, quickening their movements. He used both hands, his index finger and thumb respectively, to gently pinch and twist Hongyue's two alluring nipples back and forth, becoming increasingly ecstatic, gradually increasing the force and speed.
At this moment, Hongyue's body was not only burning hot and flushed, covered in fragrant sweat, but even the breath she exhaled from her cherry lips and delicate nose gradually changed from slow to fast, becoming rapid and scorching, intoxicating. Although her mouth was firmly pressed against her master's lips, a low moan could still be faintly heard coming from deep within her throat...
After enjoying the delicious taste of Hongyue's two full, round breasts, Leng Canghai, still not satisfied, exerted more force to pinch and tease them a couple more times before spiraling down, continuing to caress along the smooth and alluring curves of Hongyue's full body, directly reaching out to tear open the buttons of Hongyue's pink underpants, letting them slide down Hongyue's pair of slender and rounded legs. He temporarily released Hongyue's fragrant lips, lowered his head, and brazenly gazed at her most mysterious private parts.
At this moment, Hongyue was only wearing a moon-white gauze bathrobe pulled up to her waist, her plump, fleshy, snow-white buttocks undulating high. Between her thighs, a slender, pink cleft writhed, the damp petals slightly wrinkled, the overflowing fluid shimmering with a lascivious sheen, confirming the excitement and pleasure her master had just experienced from being teased and aroused. Hongyue's body, already intoxicated by lust, felt extremely uncomfortable at her master's temporary cessation of action, involuntarily twisting and turning desperately, yearning for further intimacy.
Leng Canghai smiled contentedly, pressing two fingers onto Hongyue's budding petals, then parting them to reveal the bright red mucous membrane beneath, at the tip of which a small, bright red clitoris trembled shyly. The pink, moist opening opened and closed slowly and rhythmically with Hongyue's movements, like breathing. A smooth, fragrant fluid flowed out, a continuous, sweet scent, strongly conveying a yearning, beckoning the destined one not to hesitate, to enter quickly.
Witnessing this scene, Leng Canghai's desire surged. He couldn't help but lower his head, his tongue tracing the alluring navel before parting her long, slender legs and burying his face in the grass. His tongue began to roam freely at the entrance of the peach blossom cave. Buried between Hongyue's thighs, he extended his tongue, pressing it against the clitoris deep within the petals, the tip of his tongue pressing against the round, soft bead, rotating and grinding it left and right, up and down, skillfully rubbing the edges of his tongue against the tender petal walls.
"Ah...ah..." Although Hongyue's body had long been explored by her master, this was the first time her lower body's honeyed orifice had been cared for by his lips and tongue. The double stimulation, both physical and psychological, caused her to cry out again. Overwhelmed by intense pleasure, she used her last strength to twist her hips, straighten her legs, and let out a wild cry.
Leng Canghai seemed particularly excited today, greedily sticking out his tongue and repeatedly licking Hongyue's soft vulva. He even made "smack smack" sounds as he licked, his saliva mixing with the fluid seeping from Hongyue's vulva. Without any hesitation, he swallowed it all at once, smacking his lips with satisfaction at the end.
Hongyue felt that her master's special treatment had finally moved the heavens—no, as long as it moved her master! Instantly, another gush of fluid erupted from her vulva, flowing out like a gushing spring. Leng Canghai seemed somewhat surprised as well, raising his head to look at her flushed face with great interest. Hongyue felt a rare blush, realizing that her heart had never been so excited before, and even her lower body had never been so wet. She felt both shy and excited, but more than anything, she was overwhelmed by the passion that spread throughout her body and mind.
As Leng Canghai lowered his head again and continued to suckle her delicate bud, Hongyue, burning with desire, could no longer withstand the onslaught of pleasure. She let out a loud scream, her body limp and relaxed, collapsing onto her beloved master's muscular frame. Her cherry lips opened and closed unconsciously, only able to moan softly.
Seeing this, Leng Canghai simply lifted Hongyue up by the waist, forcefully spreading her thighs wide, especially highlighting her honeyed orifice, making it easier for him to play with her at will.
Hongyue's slender, rounded legs dangled in mid-air, sometimes crossing behind her master's back, sometimes limply hanging down to his waist and thighs with Leng Canghai's movements. Her head swayed instinctively with the stimulation from her master, her beautiful starry eyes half-open and hazy, sometimes rolling back in response to the excessive stimulation, hidden beneath her dark hair. Only her bright red mouth seemed tirelessly moaning and whimpering.
Leng Canghai, naturally, wasn't satisfied with this. He continued tirelessly cultivating and expanding his territory. He saw that Hongyue's vulva was already splattered with vaginal fluid under his constant licking, her petals weakly open. Seizing the opportunity, he stretched his tongue deep into her honeyed passage, curling it and increasing the force of his thrusts.
Hongyue felt a warm, moist, and soft object moving freely and flexibly within her most sensitive and vulnerable lower body, already feeling a piercing itch and a tingling sensation throughout her body. Suddenly, she felt her clitoris, located at the sensitive center, being pressed against and continuously licked.
"Ah..." Hongyue suddenly seemed to lose all control, screaming and frantically twisting her buttocks. Her long, full thighs convulsively gripped her master's waist, her calves and feet alternately slapping against his lower back and buttocks.
Leng Canghai quickly used his right hand to firmly hold down Hongyue's wildly writhing buttocks, straightened up, and thrust his already erect penis into Hongyue's constantly opening and closing honey hole with a "pop." At the same time, he freed his left hand, grabbed Hongyue's shoulder to prevent her from moving, and then opened his mouth to suck on her bright red nipple, licking it vigorously with each thrust.
"Ah ah..." Hongyue felt as if she were flying in mid-air, experiencing a blissful sensation in her chaotic mind. She moaned and was stimulated to the point of uncontrollable struggle to twist her body, but her shoulders and buttocks were firmly held, and she could only erratically move her long legs that were draped over her master's waist.
Not long after, Hongyue screamed, her snow-white body trembling. The muscles on the inside of her thighs contracted desperately, and her arms fell limply to her sides. Immediately, a warm liquid gushed from the depths of her honeyed orifice, spraying and drenching the tip of her master's jade stem, completely immersing Leng Canghai's jade stem in a sea of liquid. Coupled with the spontaneous contraction and expansion of the walls of her honeyed orifice, an indescribable sensation instantly permeated Leng Canghai's entire body.
Leng Canghai couldn't help but roar, his body trembling. He quickly put Hongyue's body down, simultaneously withdrawing his jade stem and placing it between her snow-white breasts. He squeezed Hongyue's full breasts with both hands, drawing them towards the center, while clamping his jade stem between them and thrusting rapidly again, rubbing it with his palms. After about ten thrusts, his jade stem finally trembled, and his semen gushed out, overflowing Hongyue's entire breasts and cleavage, even spraying directly onto her cool and dreamy face, like scattered snowflakes blooming.
After catching his breath, Leng Canghai reached out and picked up the limp Hongyue, stepping back into the large bathtub. He let her straddle his lap and poured in all the hot water he had prepared. Hongyue, still dazed, finally came to her senses after being
soaked in the hot water. She slightly opened her starry eyes and nestled languidly into her master's arms. Leng Canghai gazed at Hongyue's face, now cleansed of its former beauty and radiant with a pure and holy beauty. A series of haunting images from the past flashed before his eyes, familiar scenes crashing against his nerves like waves.
Tomorrow would be the day "she" recovered—what a long wait! Sixteen years had passed in the blink of an eye. Time flies, and although he hadn't aged, the beautiful memories of the past could never be relived. All that remained was a deep-seated hatred. Sixteen years had passed; Shuang'er had finally grown up, and "she" had awakened at such a fitting time… But Shuang'er… His mind went blank again. Did he really have to do it?
After a long while, Leng Canghai was startled awake by Hongyue's voice. She had somehow moved behind him, massaging his shoulders, and said sweetly, "Master, everyone in the manor says Hongyue and Miss Qingshuang look very alike. Some even say Hongyue is Miss Qingshuang's birth mother! Such nonsense! Hongyue isn't much older than Miss Qingshuang; they're all blind! But Hongyue wants to know, compared to Miss Qingshuang's mother, who do you think is more beautiful?"
Leng Canghai paused, a sharp glint in his eyes. He glanced down at the beautiful maid in his arms. Instantly, Hongyue felt her master's warm embrace turn icy cold, even the scalding hot water in the bathtub seemed to freeze. Her naked body, unable to withstand the cold, shivered violently. She quickly lowered her head, knelt before her master, and begged for forgiveness for her intrusion.
After a long pause, she heard her master coldly say, "You lowly servant, don't think you've flown to the heavens just because you've gained favor. You think you can do whatever you want just because I've given you a little recognition. From now on, if anyone mentions this matter again, I'll chop them into eighteen pieces and feed them to the dogs! You lowly servant, you better remember this!"
Hongyue knew that although her master was the leader of the martial arts alliance, who held sway over the righteous path in the martial arts world and was known as "peerless in chivalry," he was actually capricious and unpredictable in private, and could easily put her life in danger. Hearing her master speak, she felt the temperature around her body return to normal. She hurriedly rubbed her forehead against her master's erection and said in a sweet voice, "Master, Hongyue will not dare to do that again. I will be careful with my words and be the most loyal maidservant in front of you. I will never make you angry again!"
Leng Canghai saw the beautiful maidservant in front of him, her body still trembling. Her rounded bare back drew a perfect arc, and her white and plump buttocks were sticking up high. Moreover, her smooth and fragrant forehead was rubbing against his jade stem. He couldn't help but feel a sudden surge of desire and couldn't help but reach out and slap the buttocks that were swaying in front of him twice.
Hearing the beautiful maid Xuexue beneath him cry out in pain but dare not utter a sound, only letting out a few cloying moans in her throat, he turned his anger into laughter and said, "Little slut, as long as you behave yourself in the future, I will naturally take care of you. You don't need to be so afraid!" After saying that, he lovingly lowered his head to kiss Hongyue's jade buttocks, which bore the imprint of his bright red handprint, and held her delicate little hand, which was as tender as a jade scallion.
Hongyue felt her heart tremble as her master's large, seemingly magical hand gripped her tightly. Her back and buttocks were caressed, causing an unbearable tingling sensation. She raised her pretty face, her starry eyes glancing up at her master, and gently parted her lips, obediently saying, "Master, Hongyue understands. Hongyue only hopes to serve by your side forever, to share your worries and relieve your fatigue, and never to cause you any trouble!"
After speaking, she lowered herself and sat back in her master's lap, swaying her slender waist and twisting her pert buttocks. Her hands rested on her master's shoulders, massaging them lightly and heavily, while her soft voice and sweet breath made Leng Canghai's lips dry and his heart burn. His male desire, which had just subsided, stirred again, standing erect. He intensified the contact and friction with the beautiful maid's pink buttocks on his hips, feeling an intoxicating ecstasy.
Once again intoxicated by lust, Leng Canghai's body responded faithfully. His jade stem stood erect, its tip lolling out, unwavering even while immersed in hot water, like a stabilizing pillar. He used both hands to grasp Hongyue's firm breasts, caressing them with his fingers. Parting her flowing black hair, two soft, snow-white mounds bounced and swayed before him.
Hongyue's starry eyes were half-closed, her cherry lips parting as she moaned softly in her master's ear. She gently combed her hair, smoothing her locks, her face like jade, adorned with peach blossoms, exuding charm and languid allure, truly captivating and soul-stirring. Especially in the dim light and swirling mist, her naked body, beautiful as a celestial being, was as exquisite as a fairy descended to earth.
Leng Canghai forcefully pressed Hongyue down onto her back, her jade-like body lying between his legs. He gazing at her, wantonly admiring every inch of her snow-white, moist skin. His hands explored her slender waist, full breasts, smooth navel, and deep, secluded honeyed orifice, searching and caressing every corner.
In this state, Leng Canghai could no longer restrain himself. He pressed Hongyue down, lifted her legs, and, sitting still, relied solely on his waist strength to thrust forward, penetrating directly into Hongyue's already overflowing honeyed orifice. He used all his skills, thrusting and grinding, coordinating with Hongyue's rapid twisting of her waist and wild swaying of her buttocks. In moments, water splashed everywhere, a continuous spring rain. Waves of frenzied cries and waves of lust rose and fell.
After their passionate lovemaking, the two, slightly exhausted, lay in bed, embracing and savoring the afterglow of their encounter.
Hongyue turned to face Leng Canghai; the blanket that had covered her nakedness had been pulled down to her waist, her snow-white breasts pressing against his chest, gently rubbing against his skin. Her two erect nipples occasionally skimmed across his nipples and pectoral muscles like dragonflies skimming the water.
Her jade-like face was flushed, her eyes sparkling, exuding a seductive charm. The sensual beauty of their lovemaking was captivating, yet she possessed a languid, powerless grace. It made one yearn to immediately pin her down and make love again.
"Master, are you satisfied with Hongyue's service?"
Leng Canghai gently bit her pink nipple, lewdly laughing, "You little vixen, were you still not satisfied after those two rounds? Do I have to satisfy you again? You're truly a born slut! You really have a way with men. My little guy who was just sleeping soundly has been aroused by you again!"
"Master, please don't tease Hongyue. Hongyue is willing to offer herself to you at any time, as long as you give the order. But if you don't need her, how dare Hongyue ask for your favor because of her own desires!" As she spoke, she pretended to get off the bed, deliberately propping up her naked body to show off her perfect curves. With each sway of her body, her breasts and buttocks rippled, and her black hair fluttered, extremely tempting to the visual senses of her master. What a clever trick of feigning reluctance; even Liu Xiahui couldn't escape the allure of lust.
The heavy breathing indicated that Leng Canghai was aroused and unable to restrain himself. He pulled Hongyue back into the bed, continuing their passionate embrace.
Hongyue adopted the most lewd posture, turning her body upside down, spreading her thighs, and exposing her pink honey pot to her master's eyes. She opened her cherry-like mouth and took his gradually erect jade stem into her mouth, slowly wriggling, sucking, kissing, and licking. At the same time, Leng Canghai was not idle either. How could he let go of the delicious food right in front of him? His lips and tongue worked together, and his hands squeezed and teased, leaving no stone unturned. Instantly, the flames of passion reignited, and spring filled the gauze curtains.
Suddenly
, Leng Canghai pushed away Hongyue from his embrace and said loudly, "Is that Shuang'er standing outside the door? What urgent matter has made you come to see your father so late at night? Very well, you wait in my study first, and I will be there shortly."
A soft "hmm" was heard outside the door, followed by faint footsteps, indicating that Leng
Qingshuang was walking away gracefully. When Leng Canghai arrived at the study from his love nest, he saw his daughter Leng Qingshuang sitting upright in the study, studying a book called "The Book of Changes." Upon seeing her father, she gracefully rose to greet him.
Leng Canghai saw that his daughter was dressed as usual today: she wore a pure white, cloud-sleeved silk robe, her slender waist barely a handful, paired with a flowing, equally pure white skirt that swayed gracefully. The robe hung naturally without a ribbon at the waist, exuding an elegant air. There were no other colors adorning her attire, except for her jet-black hair and a touch of vermilion on her cherry-like lips, which further enhanced her pure and ethereal beauty. Her stunningly beautiful face held a serene, almost aloof expression, like a fairy untouched by worldly concerns, easily creating a sense of detachment from humanity. Truly, she lived up to her name, cold and aloof as frost.
"Father! Tomorrow is my sixteenth birthday (alas, I've heard it's the legal age to be married), what gift have you prepared for me? I've heard you say you've prepared a gift I'll never forget this year, so please don't go back on your word, or I won't be able to give it to you." Leng Qingshuang asked her closest relative, her voice soft and slightly coquettish, as she ushered him into the room. Only in front of her only family member would Leng Qingshuang show a hint of the warmth that a normal human being should have.
Leng Canghai held his daughter's soft, boneless hand, his eyes fixed on her face so close to his. He felt a moment of daze, but even so, he could clearly see how different his daughter was from Hongyue. One was alluring to the bone; the other was pure and elegant. His daughter was truly a carbon copy of "her"! Hmph—that's for the best!
"Oh? A gift? Shuang'er, don't worry, Daddy has been preparing this gift for sixteen years. I will absolutely not allow anything to go wrong with it, um-- absolutely not!"
"Daddy! Your hand hurts Shuang'er! By the way, you said this gift has been prepared for sixteen years? What kind of gift is it that takes so much time?" Leng Qing Shuang gently shook her small hand that her father was holding, and pulled it out the moment he relaxed his grip. Even though he was her most beloved father, she was not used to such close contact, especially since her father had really hurt her just now.
Leng Canghai was startled, quickly regaining his composure. He loosened his grip on his hand, which he had been clenching tightly to solidify his resolve, and forced a laugh, saying, "Yes! I've truly been preparing for sixteen years, waiting for a miracle to occur, and also waiting for Shuang'er to grow up. Now Shuang'er has grown up, and that miracle has finally happened. It's clear that Heaven has taken pity on my painstaking efforts and specially provided such a golden opportunity. How could I, as her father, let it slip away! Although I, Leng Canghai, have never believed in fate, now I must repay Heaven with my actions!" With that, he burst into loud laughter, his voice echoing through the night.
Leng Qingshuang listened blankly to her father's somewhat unfamiliar laughter, feeling that it was filled with grief, indignation, resolute determination, ruthlessness, and even—a deep-seated hatred! Who or what could have caused her most beloved father, a man of chivalry, revered by all in the martial arts world, and universally recognized as the most benevolent and popular leader of the martial arts alliance in history, to be so heartbroken, even filled with hatred?
As she pondered these thoughts, she heard her father's voice, which seemed unusually calm that night: "It's late, Shuang'er, you should go back to your room and rest! I promise you, tomorrow is your sixteenth birthday, and I will give you a gift that you'll never forget, a gift you'll never forget. Shuang'er, remember my words, they will be unforgettable!" Leng Qingshuang looked up blankly and saw her father's back as he turned and walked away, his steps heavy, as if hesitant.
The eve of her sixteenth birthday, even for a composed and aloof woman like Leng Qingshuang, was different from usual. It seemed that for Leng Qingshuang, for Leng Canghai, for most of the martial arts world, and perhaps even for some people in the shadows, tonight would be a sleepless night. That night
, in the Canghai Courtyard, in the back garden, near the artificial hill
, the garden pavilions were brightly lit, their lights faintly shining through the curtains. The moon was setting in the west, casting a silvery glow. Along the flower-lined path, Leng Canghai, clutching a small wine jar, walked with faltering steps, his shadow stretched long by the slanting moonlight. Finally, he reached the artificial hill, leaning against its protruding cliff, gazing up at the moon. In the moonlight, his expression held a bewilderment rarely seen before, even tinged with a hint of obsession.
His left hand clutched the wine jar, while his right hand fumbled on the artificial hill for a moment, then stopped, his entire body trembling slightly—perhaps from the deep night and chill? After hesitating for a long time, Leng Canghai finally sighed, pressing his finger firmly. With a soft "hum," the waterfall on the artificial hill stopped abruptly, and a stone gate slowly opened in its center. Soon, the gate was fully open.
Leng Canghai walked to the gate, then suddenly stopped, tilting his head back thoughtfully. After a long silence, Fang nodded firmly, made a decision, finished the last sip of wine, casually tossed the wine jar aside, wiped his lips with his sleeve, and stepped through the stone door. Without any further movement, the stone door slammed shut in the blink of an eye, decisively separating the inside from the outside into two different worlds.
Leng Canghai followed the underground passage within the secret chamber, descending the steps to the entrance of the lower corridor, where several stone chambers stood on either side. Lanterns hung on either side of the chamber doors, casting an eerie and unsettling glow. In the center was a vast hall, instantly opening up the view. Although underground, the ingenious architectural design and excellent ventilation ensured there was no stuffiness.
Leng Canghai walked straight through the entrance at the end of the corridor and entered the central hall. A rich medicinal fragrance wafted through the air, instantly refreshing the mind. In the center of the hall stood a colossal brass cauldron, billowing steam like clouds, filling the entire hall with smoke and the sweet fragrance of medicinal herbs. The scene gave the impression of having stumbled into the alchemy chamber of Laozi, the legendary Supreme Lord of the Dao.
The flames in the furnace beneath the cauldron were gradually dying down, leaving only faint sparks flickering and radiating residual heat. Upon seeing this, a gleam of wild joy flashed in Leng Canghai's eyes, and he quickly turned and headed towards the third stone chamber on the left.
The stone door creaked open, revealing a short, thin old man with long, withered, graying hair. His wrinkled face was framed by deep-set eyes that occasionally flashed with a sharp, piercing light. He only reached Leng Canghai's chin, yet possessed a menacing, sinister aura that made him seem dangerous and best avoided.
The old man lowered slightly upon seeing Leng Canghai enter, a fleeting glint in his eyes. Leng Canghai, without further ado, cut to the chase, urgently asking, "Yun Yexiao, has the drug been successfully developed?" His voice trembled slightly with anxiety. Even someone as composed as Leng Canghai couldn't contain himself; the importance of the drug to him was evident.
Yun Yexiao truly lived up to his name; his appearance and demeanor perfectly suited the life of a night owl living in the darkness. Hearing this, a smile more painful than a grimace appeared on his lips as he respectfully replied, "Congratulations, Alliance Leader. The medicine you requested has been successfully prepared. It was successfully produced a quarter of an hour ago and has already been given to her. In another half hour, she will definitely wake up..."
"Really?" Leng Canghai reached out and tightly gripped Yun Yexiao's shoulders, his fingers digging deep into his broad gray robe, staring intently into his half-closed eyes. After a long while, he let out a chilling, sinister laugh: "Good. I, Leng, have meticulously planned this for sixteen years, all for today. I want her to know that all those who betray Leng Canghai cannot be absolved by death..." The laughter faded, and the room filled with smoke. It seemed as if tears welled up in Leng Canghai's eyes from the smoke.
Yun Yexiao seemed completely oblivious to the pain, ignoring Leng Canghai's hands that were nearly crushing his shoulder blades in his excitement. His face was expressionless, or rather, devoid of any discernible expression. His white eyebrows remained unfurrowed, and he spoke in his half-dead voice, "I must also congratulate the Alliance Leader on the successful development of another miraculous medicine, 'Spring Dream Without Trace.' The Alliance Leader can use it at any time!"
Leng Canghai immediately threw his head back and laughed loudly, his voice echoing for a long time in the deep, dark chamber. "Haha... Sixteen years! What a long wait! Heaven rewards those who persevere, and sometimes this saying can be taken seriously... Yun Yexiao, you truly deserve the title of 'Ghost Doctor.' I, Leng, have kept you confined in this dark and sunless chamber for ten years; it has been a waste of your talent! Now that this matter is settled, I, Leng, will grant you your freedom. In the martial world today, you are allowed to roam freely! Haha..." Leng Canghai released his hands, patted Yun Yexiao's withered and bony shoulder, and burst into another fit of wild laughter.
Yun Yexiao chuckled slyly, "Alliance Leader, I should be thanking you for providing me with such a wonderful experimental opportunity. As a healer, encountering such a rare case is truly my good fortune! As for my freedom, Alliance Leader has already given me too much; I'm afraid I can hardly bear it..."
As he spoke, his previously hunched body straightened, and he glanced at Leng Canghai, his eyes revealing a strong yearning. He was clearly moved by Leng Canghai's words, but there was no trace of gratitude, and his voice lacked the usual obsequiousness, even containing a hint of mockery—truly intriguing.
Unfortunately, Leng Canghai was looking up and didn't notice anything amiss. Even if he had, given his current state of mind, he probably wouldn't have cared. Soon, Yun Yexiao lowered his head again, his eyes returning to their original dull and lifeless state.
After a moment of contemplation, Leng Canghai accepted a small brocade box containing "Spring Dream Without Trace" from Yun Yexiao. He glanced at him with a half-smile, his hand pausing slightly above Yun Yexiao's lowered white hair before waving him away.
His gaze lingered on Yun Yexiao's departing figure, his expression shifting several times, until Yun Yexiao's figure disappeared into the depths of the long, dark corridor. Only then did he sigh softly and step out of the stone chamber.
Leng Canghai quickly surveyed all the secret chambers, confirming that no one else was present. After a brief pause, he slipped to a corner of one of the chambers, felt around on the stone wall for a while, and then pressed down slightly. A muffled click sounded from the entrance to the corridor, indicating that the only entrance to the chamber was closed, turning it into a completely isolated world!
Having checked everything, Leng Canghai turned and headed towards the stone chamber he had chosen. For some reason, the closer he got to the stone chamber's entrance, the more hesitant and heavy his steps became. For a moment, the only sound in the empty chamber was the reverberation of his heavy footsteps.
It was a very simple stone chamber. Besides two stone beds and a stone table, there was nothing else in the room. On the table was an hourglass, the sand flowing tirelessly, making a soft rustling sound. The time marked on the hourglass indicated that there were still about fifteen minutes until midnight. Leng Canghai strode to a stone bed with a thick curtain, reached out and lifted a corner of the curtain, peering inside.
Lying on the stone bed was a woman, her entire body hidden under a silk quilt, only her long, dark hair covering her head visible. She was sleeping soundly, like a princess in a fairy tale. Brushing aside the strands of hair covering her face, he saw the same breathtakingly beautiful face that had haunted his dreams, pure and serene as it had been sixteen years ago. Time had left no trace on her face; in the mountains, where there was no sun or moon, the fleeting years of her dreams seemed to halt the passage of time.
Leng Canghai stretched out his fingers, trembling slightly, and stroked her pale, cold cheeks, murmured, "Mingyue, how could you be so heartless as to betray me? Betray the vows we made! Tonight you will awaken, the first time in sixteen years of slumber, but I believe you would rather remain forever asleep in that cold world, never to wake. Tonight the moon is still full, still bright, but sadly, neither you, I, nor Qingshuang will be able to appreciate it. We have many other things to do tonight… From the moment you decided to betray me, tonight's fate was sealed!"
As his murmurs grew colder, Mingyue's eyelashes seemed to flutter, gently brushing against his fingers. Leng Canghai was startled, swiftly withdrawing his fingers, blinking, and forcibly holding back the hot tears welling in his eyes.
Staring at the bright moon for a long while, he finally chuckled and said, "The time isn't up yet. Mingyue is never in a hurry, and tonight is no exception. I forgot to tell you, Qingshuang is the bastard child of your elopement with that adulterer. I've raised her to adulthood. According to our original agreement, although she's not my child, Leng Canghai, I still named her Qingshuang, and I promised to give her an unforgettable gift tonight. Mingyue knows me, so you'll know what that gift is!"
"Haha..." The cold laughter continued, interspersed with a few light coughs, making the silent stone chamber even more eerie and desolate.

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