Cultivation: Starting with a Dual Cultivation Technique at the Immortal Rank

128: Chapter 128 Luo Hongchen, who can act cuteThe initial sense of amusement, born from watching a spectacle because of Luo Hongchen, had long since vanished.

In its place was an unprecedented gravity that made her heart palpitate.

That wicked disciple had grown into a behemoth she could no longer see through.

His existence was completely altering the landscape of the entire Qingyun Sect in a way she could neither understand nor stop.

”Luo Hongchen... you vixen, you’ve certainly found a good place to belong.”

A self-deprecating smile touched Su Muxue’s crimson lips.

She closed her eyes, and the chill of the entire ice palace seemed three points colder than before.

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Li Yifei watched Su Muxue’s hurried departure, the smile at the corners of his mouth becoming increasingly evident.

This Revered Master of his always put on an air of freezing everything, as if nothing in the world could move her.

But today, she was first drawn to Yifei Peak by the matter of Luo Hongchen, then shocked by the sights within the peak and the Tier 4 array, and finally, she almost fled in panic.

This kind of human-like reaction was far more interesting than her usual cold demeanor.

Li Yifei’s heart stirred; since his Revered Master wanted to see Luo Hongchen so much, how could he not fulfill her wish?

He also wanted to see what kind of interesting scene would unfold when these two peerless Fairies, who had fought each other for a lifetime, met in their new roles.

He turned and returned to the Quiet Room deep within the Immortal Cave.

Luo Hongchen was sitting cross-legged on the jade bed, regulating her breathing. After a night of Dual Cultivation, not only had her cultivation become more refined and her Bottleneck loosened, but her entire aura had become radiant, with a touch of heartfelt nourishment and satisfaction amidst her enchanting charm.

Sensing Li Yifei enter, she opened her watery peach-blossom eyes and called out lazily, ”Husband.”

”Junior Martial Uncle—no, Hongchen.” Li Yifei walked over and sat by the bed, naturally taking her into his arms. ”My Revered Master was just here.”

”Su Muxue?” Luo Hongchen’s delicate body stiffened, and her laziness vanished instantly, replaced by a hint of tension and alertness. ”What did she come for? She didn’t make things difficult for you, did she?”

”She didn’t make things difficult for me,” Li Yifei laughed playfully. ”She came specifically for you and even mentioned that after you come out of seclusion, you should go to the Profound Ice Palace to see her.”

Luo Hongchen’s face immediately fell, and her whole body went limp in Li Yifei’s arms, looking listless.

”I knew it,” she grumbled weakly. ”That woman is definitely coming to mock me.”

She and Su Muxue had fought for over a hundred years, and they knew each other’s temperaments all too well.

Su Muxue’s mouth was usually cold enough to freeze someone to death; if she intended to be sarcastic, she could even cause cracks in one’s Dao Heart.

At the thought of meeting her as a ”disciple’s wife” and facing the scrutiny of her icy gaze, Luo Hongchen felt uneasy all over.

”What’s there to fear?” Li Yifei pinched her smooth cheek. ”As the saying goes, an ugly daughter-in-law must eventually meet her in-laws. Besides, you’re not ugly; you’re very beautiful.”

”I still don’t want to go.” Luo Hongchen buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled. ”If I go, it should be after you, Husband, have taken her as well. Then we can call each other sisters and see how she mocks me then.”

Li Yifei laughed at this; this vixen certainly thought far ahead.

”Let’s go, the sooner we go, the sooner we return.” He patted her back, trying to pull her up.

”No...” Instead, Luo Hongchen held him even tighter, hanging onto him as her soft body rubbed against him.

Her voice instantly became soft and sweet, carrying a charm that could turn tempered steel into soft silk.

”Husband, I really don’t want to go. That old woman is very mean; she’ll definitely mock me when we meet, and I can’t bear that grievance.”

As she spoke, she looked up, her peach-blossom eyes watery as she gazed at Li Yifei, her eyes brimming with natural charm. Her full red lips were slightly pouted in a pitiful, tearful expression.

This posture was enough to make any man feel pity, wishing they could pluck the moon from the sky just to make her happy.

”You can’t call my Revered Master an old woman.” Although Li Yifei found it amusing, he still corrected her.