Chapter 667: Isn’t She Afraid I’ll Tear Down the Ice Snow Temple?

Yu Xian did not expect Xin Ying to have this idea, and he let out a cold laugh.

“You truly have a good Master!” Yu Xian said, his tone slightly cold.

“Husband…” Qing He felt that Yu Xian seemed to be angry!

“Isn’t she afraid I’ll tear down the Ice Snow Temple?” Yu Xian asked.

“I refused on behalf of Husband, but Master still insisted I bring you to see Hong Die. I… what Husband was looking for back then was Junior Sister,” Qing He said, lowering her head, her voice carrying a trace of grievance.

She always felt that perhaps she had never occupied a truly important position in Yu Xian’s heart; Hong Die’s existence was like a thorn stuck in her heart.

Yu Xian looked at Qing He’s lowered eyes; a slight dampness even clung to her long eyelashes. The anger in his heart was instantly replaced by a wave of pity. He raised his hand to gently lift Qing He’s chin, making her meet his gaze.

“Qing He, listen carefully. The reason I looked for Hong Die back then was only because she was more famous; it had nothing to do with her personally. Meeting you was our destiny, and she became unimportant. As for your Master’s machinations, you don’t need to take it to heart.

If Hong Die behaves herself, I naturally won’t make things difficult for her. But if she harbors improper thoughts, don’t blame me for disregarding the reputation of the Ice Snow Temple.” Yu Xian’s originally gentle gaze suddenly radiated a Killing Intent.

What he actively pursued and what was pushed onto him by others were two completely different concepts!

When he chose Qing He, it was because he knew her temperament and her fate of dying in place of another; he willingly took her under his wing.

But if someone tried to force another person next to him, even if that person was exceptionally talented or famous, in his eyes, she was merely a pawn with ulterior motives, which would only cause him disgust.

Qing He stared blankly at Yu Xian. So, she had always been in his heart; so, the one he chose was always her.

Tears finally couldn’t be held back and streamed down. Qing He threw herself into Yu Xian’s arms, tightly hugging his waist, and choked out, “Husband… thank you.”

Yu Xian hugged her back, gently patting her back, “Qing He, you are you. You are my wife. Others are not important.”

“Mmm.” Qing He’s heart finally settled completely.

“Alright, if you want to see Hong Die, go; if you don’t want to, don’t. Everything is up to you to decide; don’t force yourself. If you want to go, treat it as saying goodbye to an old acquaintance and settling a bond of fellow discipleship. If you don’t want to go, there’s no need to worry about anyone’s opinion; I will always be with you. Your feelings are my only consideration,” Yu Xian said gently.

Qing He nodded, but after biting her lip, she still said, “Doesn’t Husband want Junior Sister?”

Yu Xian’s anger had subsided. He originally thought she would harbor resentment due to Xin Ying’s scheming, but he didn’t expect her to still be testing his feelings for Hong Die at this moment.

He helplessly flicked Qing He’s nose, his tone carrying a hint of spoiled reproach, “What are you thinking about in that little head of yours? Wasn’t what I just said clear enough? My heart only has you. What Hong Die does has nothing to do with me. Do you think Husband is the type of person who falls in love with everyone he sees?”

Qing He’s cheeks burned as he spoke, and she quickly lowered her head, muttering softly, “I… I was just asking. After all, Junior Sister is indeed more outstanding than me…”

Seeing her appearance, the last trace of displeasure in Yu Xian’s heart vanished. He gently drew her into his embrace, “Alas, I wonder who it was that made me decide in just one glance to give up on Hong Die and be unable to control myself.”

Hearing this, Qing He recalled the first time she met Yu Xian. After confirming it was her, Yu Xian stopped thinking about looking for Hong Die and instead took her directly… right there under the open sky… Thinking of it now, her face couldn’t help but flush red.

Seeing Qing He’s gradually reddening face, Yu Xian’s thoughts stirred. He lifted Qing He’s chin and kissed her.

The moment their lips touched, Qing He stiffened all over, then seemed to have all her strength drawn away, collapsing softly in his arms. Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her hands unconsciously wrapped around his neck, responding shyly.

Although it wasn’t the first time, Qing He’s heart still raced and her cheeks burned every time he drew near.

She could clearly feel the warm breath coming from Yu Xian and the tenderness and possessiveness in his kiss. This completely settled the anxiety in her heart caused by the Master’s scheming, as if the whole world was left only with their intertwined breaths and the gradually warming affection.

After a long while, Yu Xian finally released her, his forehead resting against hers, his voice carrying a trace of hoarseness, “Do you believe it now?”

Qing He’s cheeks were flushed crimson, her eyes hazy, but she still nodded forcefully, burying her face in his chest, not daring to look at him again.

Yu Xian chuckled softly, rubbing her hair. His heart was filled with tenderness. He knew that the slight insecurity in Qing He’s heart had finally vanished completely.

“Let’s go. Let’s go see that legendary Genius. Why should she be more famous than my Qing He,” Yu Xian suddenly said.

“Husband…” Could it be that Yu Xian was still preoccupied with Hong Die?

“I don’t want you to be in a difficult position with your Master. Seeing Hong Die is no big deal; who says seeing her means something must happen? The initiative is entirely in my hands.” Yu Xian couldn’t help but rub the head of the overly imaginative Qing He.

Upon hearing this, a trace of relief finally appeared in Qing He’s eyes.

Just as Yu Xian said, it wouldn’t hurt to meet her once; at least it would make the Master completely give up hope.

Thus, Qing He led Yu Xian to the place where Hong Die was in seclusion to Cultivate: Bingyun Valley.

Bingyun Valley was situated deep within the continuous ice ridges of the far north of the Snow Domain Country. It was locked in cold clouds and frozen mist year-round, never seeing the scorching sun, only the pale light barely filtering down from the lead-gray clouds.

The valley entrance was guarded by two Xuan Ice cliffs resembling the fangs of a giant beast. A thousand-zhang-long ice waterfall hung from the cliffs; it wasn’t flowing water but a curtain of ice solidified into a glazed form. When the wind blew, ice edges collided, emitting a crisp sound as clear as jade pendants.

Outside the valley, astral wind was like a knife, swirling with needle-like ice crystals. Ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivators would have their Spiritual Veins frozen upon approach. The entrance was protected by a Cloud Ice Concealment Formation; when activated, cold mist surged, and the valley body vanished into thin air.

“Junior Sister, Senior Sister has something to discuss with you. Please come out and meet me.” Qing He stood outside Bingyun Valley and called out loudly. Her voice pierced through the cold mist, echoing faintly between the ice walls.

As Qing He’s voice fell, after a short while, a figure slowly emerged from the cold mist.

A stunningly cold beauty, like an ice carving of jade, with eyes like a cold pool condensing frost, hiding the arrogance of a proud daughter of heaven within the frigid light. Without any makeup, she possessed inherent captivating beauty, exactly like a vibrant red plum blooming on the far northern ice plains—extremely cold, yet extremely gorgeous.

Her black hair cascaded down to her waist, bound by a crimson-gold hollowed-out hair crown. Fine chain gold ornaments dangled by her temples, and as she walked, golden light lightly swayed with her dark tresses.

Her figure was tall and graceful, her steps light as a butterfly’s dance, yet she carried a chilling aura that warned strangers away. She was coldly stunning, naturally proud, with cold Qi and spiritual power intertwining around her, making ordinary Cultivators afraid to look directly at her.

The corner of Yu Xian’s mouth curved slightly. This was the legendary Hong Die.