Chapter 605 521: Brother Pei, Just Give In to Your Junior Sister This Once

Perhaps it was the cold wave from the depths of the Endless Sea, about to make landfall.

The nights on Ghost-Back Mountain were terrifyingly cold. In less than half an hour, the mountain forest was completely covered in white frost, glimmering with a faint, cold light under the Moonlight.

Furthermore, this chill wasn't simply cold. Catalyzed by the Demonic Qi, the damp, cold air moved like a living thing, burrowing into one's pores until it felt like their very organs would freeze solid.

No matter how high Nangong Jin stoked the fire, she couldn't effectively ward off the chill.

And based on her experience, this wasn't even the coldest part of the night. In another half an hour, it would become far colder than it was now.

Even fire itself would be unable to burn in such extreme cold.

"Jin'Er."

A warm and gentle voice suddenly spoke.

Nangong Jin looked up to see Pei Yuhang's handsome, well-defined profile bathed in a warm glow from the firelight. His gentle eyes were now focused intently on her.

Pei Yuhang suddenly reached out, his long, slender fingers gently closing around her palm, which was stiff with cold.

"As my injuries have been healing, I think... I've recovered some of my strength."

Before he finished speaking, a warm current spread from where their skin touched.

Nangong Jin's eyes widened in an instant. She felt the warmth, gentle as a spring breeze, flowing through her meridians, dispelling the biting cold wherever it went.

This was Pure Yang True Qi, incredibly rich with Life Force!

'Brother Pei has actually recovered this much...'

Nangong Jin instinctively tried to pull her hand back. "Brother Pei! This is too precious. Don't waste it just to stay warm."

Here on Ghost-Back Mountain, where even the Natural Spiritual Qi was tainted, Spiritual Qi was far too precious.

Although Pei Yuhang, with his Giant Sun Saint Body, could continuously generate Spiritual Qi from within his own body, using it merely for warmth still felt extravagant. It made Nangong Jin feel a pang of heartache for him, instinctively protective like a young wife.

"Don't move."

Pei Yuhang tightened his grip on Nangong Jin's hand, not letting her pull away.

He pressed his scorching palm completely over Nangong Jin's small, cool, delicate hand and whispered,

"Your hands are so cold. Let me warm them for you."

Nangong Jin's breath hitched. The heat from Pei Yuhang's palm was so intense it made the tips of her ears burn. At the same time, the Pure Yang True Qi continued to pour into her, a warmth so profound it made her very heart tremble.

In the flickering firelight, she saw Pei Yuhang's thick eyelashes casting shadows beneath his eyes. His eyes, usually so calm and cool, were now hotter than the leaping flames.

"I..." Her voice trembled. "I was just worried you would deplete your Primordial Qi..."

Pei Yuhang leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

"Jin'Er, what foolishness are you talking about? We're Dao Companions. When it comes to me treating you well, how can we even talk about 'waste'?"

'That's right, Brother Pei and I are Dao Companions. We're Dao Companions... We don't have to be as formal as an ordinary brother and sister in the sect.'

Nangong Jin pressed her lips together and nodded lightly, as if she had convinced herself to accept Pei Yuhang's kindness toward her as his "Dao Companion."

After warming Nangong Jin's body, Pei Yuhang stood up, hoisted a few logs onto his shoulder, and went to reinforce the cave entrance.

His Pure Yang True Qi was more potent than any furnace. If Jin'Er held him while they slept, she definitely wouldn't be cold.

But Nangong Jin's words were not without reason. It was definitely a good idea to reduce the consumption of his Pure Yang True Qi by blocking out the cold wind.

As Pei Yuhang repaired the entrance, Nangong Jin watched his focused back from behind, seemingly having finally made a decision.

She rose slowly, set up a pail of water, and began to heat it.

Tonight, Nangong Jin decided... after bathing, she would consummate her relationship with Brother Pei!

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「The outskirts of Ghost-Back Mountain.」

The Luminous Shadow Sword in the silver-haired girl's hand glinted. Wherever the blade passed, the vines and thorns blocking her path were silently severed, rustling as they fell.

She exhaled softly, her warm breath turning into little puffs of white frost in the air.

'How careless of me... I didn't investigate thoroughly. I can't believe the nights on Ghost-Back Mountain are this cold.'

Qing Yueqiu murmured, her crimson eyes glinting in the darkness. She felt her preparations for entering the mountain had been insufficient, and hesitation began to bloom in her heart.

'This trip into the mountains could last half a month at the shortest, or several months at the longest—it might even be indefinite... Rushing in so hastily, who knows how many more unexpected things I'll encounter.'

'Should I go back to Lan City and find a guide familiar with Ghost-Back Mountain before I continue?'

Qing Yueqiu was silent for a moment, then suddenly gave a self-deprecating smile.

She closed her eyes, and the image of a gentle, handsome figure in white appeared in her mind.

'Master's fate is unknown. He might be trapped in some corner of this mountain right now, enduring a bitter cold far worse than this.'

'If Master can endure it, what right do I have to back down?'

A stubborn flame ignited in Qing Yueqiu's eyes.

Her fingertips tightened around the Luminous Shadow Sword. She took a deep breath, the cold stabbing into her lungs, yet it only made her crimson eyes sharper.

'I can't delay any longer. I have to find Master as soon as possible.'

Qing Yueqiu looked toward the distance. The dark silhouette of the mountain was like a giant, dormant beast, and the blizzard from the depths of the Endless Sea was imminent.

If she hesitated any longer, the heavy snow would seal off the mountain, and she would lose her chance to find Master.

'Master, wait for me.'

Qing Yueqiu hesitated no longer. Silver hair flying, her figure darted into the deeper darkness.

She soon arrived at the river where the Scout had said her master and martial uncle had supposedly fallen.

By now, sheets of ice had already begun to form on the surface of the rushing river.

This gave Qing Yueqiu footholds. Her slender, graceful figure moved with ethereal lightness, leaping from one sheet of broken ice to the next.

Her crimson eyes activated a Pupil Technique, piercing through the swift currents as she tried to find any clues about her master that might be hidden by the sand and silt of the riverbed.