NOVEL NEXT Chapter 38 - Ice Spirit Root Senior Sister—She’s a Menace
Li Chuan shuffled out of the rear hall corridor, movements stiff.
His expression was odd—eyes glinting with satisfaction, face locked rigid.
Zhao Mingxuan, heading to the rear hall, ran smack into him.
“Huh? Junior Brother Li Chuan, what’s up with you?”
“You hurt?” Zhao Mingxuan reached out on instinct to steady him.
But the second his hand grazed Li Chuan, a chill hit—his body was ice-cold.
“Why’re you so freezing?” Zhao Mingxuan gaped.
Li Chuan’s mouth twitched, failing to crack a smile. Breathing frosty air, he said, “Senior Brother Zhao, don’t worry—give it a bit, I’ll be fine. Go do your thing.”
Seeing frost in his breath, Zhao Mingxuan’s eyes bulged—some wild guess clicking.
As Li Chuan hobbled off, stiff as a board, Zhao didn’t press. Instead, he bolted to his station, landing at Zhou Hanhe’s side, voice shaking with disbelief and a tinge of rage. “Junior Brother Zhou, guess what I just saw?”
Zhou Hanhe was chatting with Hu Min. He turned, clueless. “What?”
Zhao Mingxuan’s voice dropped low, trembling, fists clenched. “That Li Chuan—and Senior Sister Mo…”
He whispered it like he couldn’t believe it himself.
“What?!” Zhou Hanhe’s eyes popped, a gasp escaping—pure shock. “Where? Rear hall? You saw it?!”
This was their boss—the former top beauty of the outer sect’s list!
Forget her old prodigy status—just that jaw-dropping face—who wouldn’t fall for it?
And now some dried-up geezer scored her? Zhou Hanhe couldn’t buy it.
Hu Min was surprised but not skeptical. After ten-plus days with Li Chuan, she knew his game inside out.
She just wondered what he’d used to win Mo Xiangling over. Bet she cashed in big this time.
Honestly? Hu Min was jealous.
Li Chuan hadn’t left the Mission Hall yet. Zhao Mingxuan, looking gutted, pointed. “I didn’t see it myself, but I just caught him coming out of the rear hall—freezing cold, brimming with chill qi. What else could it be but dual cultivation with Senior Sister Mo?”
Zhou Hanhe sucked in a breath. “He actually snagged her? But with that chill in him, he’s got it coming.”
Hu Min clicked it then—Mo Xiangling had an ice spirit root.
Her face twisted weirdly. Back in Small World No. 43, she’d noticed Li Chuan’s yin qi was heavy but kept her mouth shut.
He was always finding excuses to mess with her—she wasn’t dumb enough to speak up.
Mo Xiangling? Stronger than her, stuck at tenth level Qi Refining for years—her yin qi had to dwarf Hu Min’s.
Add that ice spirit root? Li Chuan risking his neck for a bond was nuts.
Li Chuan didn’t know squat. He figured with the Blazing Sun Incineration Technique in hand, a little extra yin qi wouldn’t hurt. Chu Mengyou hit Foundation, and he’d still bonded fine, right?
Never saw Mo Xiangling’s trap coming.
He’d joined late—didn’t know about her ice spirit root. Just heard rumors of her talent.
He’d skimmed the Blazing Sun Incineration Technique on the way—hadn’t practiced it. Now he was cramming on the fly.
Trying to fend off her chill with a half-baked skill? Wishful thinking—it wasn’t that good yet.
This time, he’d taken a solid hit—not huge, but not small.
Good thing he was stubborn—gritted through the cold snap.
He left strutting like a champ, though.
Spirit plants, Imaging Stone, and contribution token? Dumped with Mo Xiangling. No time to settle now—she’d sort it and hand it over later.
Sun blazed outside, but Li Chuan felt zero warmth.
“This Blazing Sun Incineration Technique’s kinda trash,” he griped.
His own screw-up, but nah—blame the technique.
Popping a Spirit Yang Pill, he took off on his sword, heading home.
Spirit Yang Pills boosted yang qi—most male cultivators skipped them; their yang was fine.
Ye Xiuwen must’ve spotted his yang deficit—tossed him those pills special.
Back in the room with Mo Xiangling, he’d already downed one—barely helped.
She’d messed with him on purpose—knew he was weak but cranked her ice spirit root anyway. Nearly turned him into a popsicle.
Pills weren’t safe to overdo, so back home, he didn’t grab more—just fired up the Blazing Sun Incineration Technique.
As it ran, he warmed up. The chill didn’t vanish, but he could refine it now.
Damn, that technique was clutch—he felt toasty.
First time in the Yin-Yang Sect he’d cultivated this hard, probably.
That ice grudge? Carved in his heart—he’d pay it back.
Blink, and it was day two.
Sun streamed through the window—another clear, crisp day.
Li Chuan opened his eyes, exhaling a murky breath.
After a night of blazing sun vibes, his body unstiffened—back to normal.
“Can’t hit up Senior Sister Mo today—she’d freeze me dead.”
“Senior Sister Mengyou’s out too—her yin’s too thick, bad for me.”
“No strong sisters for now—how about that newbie junior sister?”
Muttering to himself, he settled on tracking down that rookie who’d snubbed him when he’d tried going “down-tier.”
“Not even Qi Refining, and she got cocky? Watch me sort her out today.” He stood, puffed up and raring to settle that old rejection score.
Two steps in, a knock hit the door.
“Weird—someone’s here for me?”
Li Chuan blinked, shocked. In the Yin-Yang Sect, he had zero pals—no one ever dropped by.
But opening the door, seeing that drop-dead gorgeous face, he wanted to slam it shut.
“Senior Sister Mo, what’re you doing here?!”
Outside, standing pretty as ever—who else but the stunning Mo Xiangling?