Chapter 162: Hao Hun Is Trapped In Carbonite?
Chapter 162: Hao Hun Is Trapped In Carbonite?
Inside the guest palace of the Bloodshed Sect, a heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the faint, shimmering hum of a Recording Stone.
Sect Master Su Mei reclined on a luxurious daybed, her sharp eyes fixed on the projection floating before her. Her Holy Maiden, Su Ruyan, had brought her this artifact at the absolute risk of exposure. Su Mei was a vision of mature, dangerous elegance—clad in a gold and silver scaled bodice that tightly hugged her curves, paired with a dark, flowing skirt. Sheer grey sleeves drifted from her arms like smoke, and her silver-blue hair was pinned up with a golden crown, leaving a few stray strands to frame her pale, striking face.
She had initially tasked Su Ruyan with gathering intelligence on Hao Hun to hand over to her husband, the Emperor. However, the illicit footage playing out before her did not offer political leverage; instead, it completely upended everything she thought she knew about the bedroom arts.
"Sha, my Pure Yang Body is out of control, so I must do this..." Hao Hun’s recorded voice echoed softly through the private chambers. "Just close your eyes and let your worries vanish. You are already my wife, so let me cure your body now."
Su Mei’s breath caught. "So, Xia Sha wanted his Pure Yang Body it seems," she murmured to herself, a cold realization dawning on her. "No wonder she was so eager to marry that brat."
The projection shifted, and a breathless gasp filled the room. "Aha~?! You... You are too big!"
Su Mei’s eyes widened slightly as she watched. A trace of genuine envy flared deep within her chest. Her husband, the Emperor, possessed barely half of those staggering dimensions. She found herself staring, completely transfixed by Xia Sha’s captured pleasure.
"Sha... I think I love you... Ah~ I'm cumming~!"
"Hao Hun~?! Ahhhhhhhhh~!"
The recording showed the woman collapsing, entirely overwhelmed. Su Mei leaned forward, deeply intrigued. Was this Hao Hun truly so exaggerated that he could cause a high-tier, 9th Circle cultivator to faint from sheer pleasure?
The image flickered. Hao Hun’s voice muttered, "I... Um? This is my first. Damn, wish I had a recording stone going to have proof I rocked it."
A soft, amused smirk played on Su Mei's lips. "Haha... I don't know what 'rocked it' means, but I certainly have the proof right here. Oh, what's this?"
Suddenly, the nature of the recording shifted violently. The peaceful, post-coital atmosphere fractured as hundreds of spectral grey chains erupted into the room, lashing out frantically.
"Hao Hun, stop! It's me, Gu Xia!"
"Holy Son, it is me, Su Youming, the Holy Maiden of Heavenly Palace!"
"Tsk," Su Mei clicked her tongue, turning toward the door. "That is why you got caught, Ruyan. One of them must have opened the door handle, alerting Hao Hun's senses."
With a sharp flicker-buzz, the real-time image cut to black, overwhelmed by the residual magical violence of the chains.
Su Mei adjusted her posture on the daybed and glanced toward her Holy Maiden, who stood waiting silently. Su Ruyan remained entirely stoic, emotionally immune to both the live and recorded displays of passion.
"Go get Ye Chen," Su Mei commanded, her voice regaining its cold authority. "We are leaving for that farce of a summit meeting in fifteen minutes."
Su Ruyan bowed deeply to her mother and glided out of the room to fulfill her mission.
Left alone, Su Mei found her thoughts wandering back to the void left by the dark screen. Awakened to a completely new world of desire, she sighed, flicking the recording stone back on. "Sigh. If I hadn't seen it, it wouldn't affect me. But this Pure Yang Body... it truly is one of a kind."
Her crimson eyes locked onto the glowing projection once more. Subconsciously, her hand slipped beneath her flowing skirt. Her fingers brushed past the deadly, poison-laced throwing needles strapped to her inner thighs—a familiar touch that assured her she was protected. Moving past the weapons, her fingers shifted to adjust her lace panties, seeking a brief, private release from a sudden, burning annoyance.
An hour after a passionate union with my new wife, the atmosphere grew significantly more solemn. Xia Gu, Minglong, Xia Sha, and I walked side-by-side toward the grand conference pavilion nestled in the frozen heart of the Ice Phoenix Palace Sect.
With her chaotic Nine Nether Body finally brought under perfect control, Xia Sha walked with a soft, pleased smile gracing her lips. She held my elbow with an uncharacteristic, gentle intimacy, pointing toward the sprawling front entrance.
"This Conference Pavilion is used for all major events within the Ice Phoenix Palace," Xia Sha explained quietly. "Conferring Holy Sons and Maidens, high-level sect appointments, and political shams like today. Let's get inside and get this stupid, fake play over with."
Gu Xia, who had perfectly played the role of Xia Bing for the last twenty years, was deeply familiar with the layout. Walking on my other side, she subtly pointed out various courtyard structures, passing disciples, and ancient trivia to keep my mind engaged as we crossed the threshold.
Stepping into the main chamber, my practiced, edgy smile faltered for a fraction of a second. The interior didn't look like a standard cultivation hall; it looked exactly like the lobby of a high-end, fantasy Crystal Palace. The soaring walls, the elaborate furniture, and even the vaulted ceiling—which allowed natural light to flood the room—were entirely carved from flawless crystal and enchanted ice.
Gu Xia leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "When Owen Balder married Xia Bing centuries ago, he commissioned this place as a grand gift to the sect. He called it his 'Crystal Palace.'"
That chuuni bastard Owen actually named it that... I suppressed a groan. The design felt completely out of place in this world, a clear prank from the mind of a true otaku played upon the pristine, immortal fairies of the Ice Palace.
In the center of the grand hall sat a massive, low-set square table. Twelve plush, palatial pillow-back seat cushions were neatly arranged around it.
Overhead, the walls and ceiling pulsed with the steady, radiant glow of Light and Ice magic cores. A few veils-wearing Ice Palace disciples glided silently through the room, setting down refreshments.
At the far northern end of the table sat Sect Master Xue Wuxia, with Xia Bing seated formally at her side. The seat beside them meant for the Ice Phoenix Holy Son sat entirely empty—a direct result of Feng Balder abandoning his post thanks to my behind-the-scenes trickery.
At the southern end sat the trio from the Heavenly Palace. The Emperor presided in immaculate white robes, flanked on his right by his Holy Maiden.
Su Youming was fully dressed in her pristine white sect robes, her face veil firmly back in place. It was clearly meant to hide her bright green eyes, and more than likely, the deep blush of someone who had recently seen me stark naked. To the Emperor’s left sat the Holy Son, Lin Feng. His pristine white robes matched his master's, his long black hair tied up in a sharp, half-high ponytail. His striking, pure white eyes locked onto me the moment I entered.
The western side of the table featured three empty cushions, waiting for the delayed Bloodshed Sect.
Xia Bing looked toward the eastern side, pointing toward the three remaining seats reserved for us. Her voice was entirely flat and devoid of emotion, a classic trait of an ice-element cultivator keeping her feelings perfectly locked away. "Corpse Refinement Sect Master Xia Sha, Holy Son Hao Hun, and Holy Maiden Gu Xia—your seats are there. We can arrange an extra cushion for Minglong, or she may retire to her Personal Summons Space for the duration of the meeting."
Minglong, my sexy Underworld Dragon companion, scanned the table with her piercing, bluish-grey draconic eyes. A playful, mischievous grin spread across her face as she pointed directly at the empty seat meant for the missing Ice Phoenix Holy Son.
"I think I'll sit right there, next to Sect Master Wuxia and Gu Xia! Tee-he~!"
A sudden, tense silence gripped the room. In any normal diplomatic setting, such a demand would be a catastrophic insult. But when you are dealing with a 9th Circle primordial being—someone capable of matching a Demon King, Tiamat, or the Four Guardian Beasts—rules tend to bend. The entire room collectively chose to overlook her casual disrespect.
Even the Emperor stiffened slightly, a shadow of genuine caution passing over his stoic face. Minglong gave him an immense sense of unease; her heavy, ancient gaze constantly kept him in her peripheral view, much like a predatory serpent watching its next meal.
Breaking the tension, Xue Wuxia offered a slow, expressionless nod. She gestured toward the empty cushion to her left. "Senior Minglong, it would be an honor to have you sit beside me. My personal summons, the Ice Phoenix Bai Luan, knew you long ago. You two adventured together before your disappearance. In a way, you are an old friend of the family."
Thud!
With absolute, comical laziness, Minglong let her massive, M-cup breasts rest heavily on the table. She propped an elbow up, resting her chin in her fist as she entered deep thought. "Oh~?! I remember that Ice Blue Bird. That Phoenix was a pretty boring travel companion, honestly, but she was always reliable in a pinch. How is little Bai doing these days?"
True Phoenixes like Bai Luan were immortal conceptual entities, much like Minglong and Qinglong. The only reason Xue Wuxia possessed a pure Ice Phoenix bloodline was because her summons had shared its primordial essence blood with her during her youth to balance out her fragile Ice Phoenix Body. It was the exact same phenomenon Wan Meidi had experienced with the Life Nymph, acquiring the distinct racial traits of an immortal donor.
Staring across the table at the Emperor, a sudden, dark realization clicked in my mind. That's why he wanted Wan Meidi... He’s after the Life Nymph bloodline.
Through specialized, parasitic dual cultivation techniques, a cultivator could systematically siphon and steal inherited unique bloodlines from their partners. The Emperor wasn't just collecting beautiful women; he was farming them. He needed Meidi's Nymph bloodline for some twisted, calculated purpose.
Sensing my intense gaze, the Emperor turned his head. His expression instantly shifted into a warm, benevolent smile, nodding to me with absolute regal charm. I immediately put on my dutiful, sycophantic mask, raising my cupped fists in a deeply respectful salute. Smile all you want, you bastard. I am going to ruin you.
Before my thoughts could wander further into plotting his demise, the doors opened. The delegation from the Bloodshed Sect filed into the hall, led by Sect Master Su Mei.
The moment she stepped into the light, my eyes widened. I hadn't met her in person until today. My first, immediate thought was entirely unrepentant:
Unlike Owen’s wives, whom I feel a slight twinge of guilt over sleeping with, this Su Mei won't make me lose a single wink of sleep if I commit some absolute, unapologetic adultery.
Unlike Xia Sha, who held an informal status, Su Mei was an openly recognized concubine of the Emperor. Looking at her, the lingering instincts of Hao Hun's identity flared up in perfect alignment with my own desires—we both wanted her.
As I took my seat to Xia Sha’s left, right next to Su Youming, Su Mei’s gaze accidentally collided with mine. The mature beauty froze mid-step, struck completely silly. She was an incredibly experienced woman, yet the raw, covetous hunger burning in my eyes caught her entirely off guard. Having just watched the explicit recordings of my Pure Yang power twice back in her palace, a strange, fluttery chaos erupted in her heart.
Fortunately, the only two people in the entire hall who noticed my deeply unhealthy, possessive thoughts were Xia Bing and Minglong, both of whom merely offered silent, knowing glances.
Stepping forward to break the line of sight, a young man named Ye Feng stood directly in front of Su Mei, glaring daggers at me. He was the brother of my concubine, Ye Lin, and clearly didn't appreciate my presence. Meanwhile, Su Ruyan completely ignored the tension, gliding gracefully to a seat beside Xia Bing.
Su Mei quickly gathered her shattered composure. She offered a formal, mature bow toward her husband, her voice smooth and collected. "It has been some time, Husband. I trust you have been taking proper care of yourself."
The Emperor tore his calculating gaze away from me, looking down at her with a stoic, detached charm. He nodded coolly. "I have been well, Sect Master Su Mei. We may speak of private matters later. For now, we must attend to proper sect affairs."
My mind raced as I recalled the intelligence reports. Su Mei had once possessed a powerful inherited bloodline acquired from a dangerous Secret Realm. Yet, shortly after the birth of her second child, rumors claimed she had mysteriously and permanently lost it.
That confirms it, I thought, my chest tightening with disgust. The bastard is systematically draining his women. He had stripped Su Mei, he was hunting Wan Meidi, and now he was sitting across from Xue Wuxia. The act of stealing a lover's primordial lifeforce for personal gain was utterly vile.
Knock! Knock!
The Emperor lightly tapped his knuckles against the crystal table. A subtle ripple of Water-element mana pulsed through the wood, instantly silencing the chamber and drawing everyone's attention to the head of the table.
"This summit was called at the direct request of Sect Master Xue Wuxia," the Emperor began, his deep, melodic voice commanding the room. "It concerns the excessive, tragic loss of disciple lives at the hands of both the Bloodshed Sect and the Corpse Refining Sect within the Dragon's Graveyard. Over the next three days, we shall deliberate and settle peaceful, fair reparations. Let us begin..."
For the rest of the afternoon, the tall, handsome, blue-haired Emperor presided over the meeting with an air of flawless diligence and objective fairness. All three factions took turns presenting their findings, detailing what their intelligence networks had pulled from the depths of the graveyard.
Creak... Creak...
Suddenly, the temperature in the room plummeted. A harsh, jagged frost began to leak directly from Xue Wuxia’s skin. Her Ice-element mana was visibly fracturing, spiraling entirely out of her control. Her breath hitched, and she clamped her jaws together, her teeth grinding against the agonizing pain.
"Emperor... Sect Masters..." Xue Wuxia gasped out, her eyes clouding over with frozen mist. "Please... postpone the meeting until tomorrow. I must take my medication immediately... I apologize!"
Before anyone could voice an objection, a bright, pale-blue magical circle erupted beneath her cushion. She forced her volatile mana into a desperate, high-tier spell.
"Long Range Teleport!"
Pop!
The ten-second casting time felt agonizingly long, but with a sudden, blinding flash of pale blue light, her form vanished from the hall entirely.
The Emperor’s eyes instantly narrowed into thin slits. He stared at the empty space where she had just been standing, the warm, benevolent facade vanishing to reveal the cold, calculating hunger of a man thoroughly ruled by his Heart Daemon.
"Well," the Emperor spoke smoothly, breaking the stunned silence of the room with a hollow, practiced chuckle. "It seems this meeting is adjourned until tomorrow. I can only hope Sect Master Wuxia's condition is minor. Farewell, everyone."
As the delegations began to rise to return to their respective palaces, I kept my eyes locked onto the Emperor. Underneath the concealment of his wide, sweeping sleeves, I caught the distinct, metallic gleam of a magical array disk spinning rapidly in his palm.
The bastard wasn't mourning her illness. He was actively tracking her teleportation coordinates to find out exactly where she had fled.
The heavy doors of the Holy Son palace had barely clicked shut behind me when a flash of pale blue caught my eye. Xia Bing was pacing the floor of my private chambers, her usual stoic composure entirely shattered. Her long white hair, tied back in its signature high ponytail, whipped through the air as she spun to face me. Worry clouded her striking, pale-blue eyes.
"Master Loki, please save her!" she cried out.
Before I could answer, she lunged forward. The sheer momentum squished her ample E-cup chest flat against my torso as her arms locked around me in a desperate hug. Pop! A sudden, sharp sound echoed through the room. Before I could process the noise, she planted a frantic, fleeting kiss on my lips and forcefully shoved me backward.
Buzz!
A shimmering, pale-blue ringed portal materialized directly behind me, its six-foot circumference framing a fleeting glimpse of an underground cavern.
I tumbled through the threshold, the portal snapping shut instantly.
My senses were immediately assaulted by a violent clash of elements. The air inside the subterranean cavern bit into my skin with terrifying cold, yet a heavy, sulfurous steam hung thick in the air. Hovering directly over a bubbling natural hot spring was a floating, pale-blue sphere of Primal Ice, the undisputed source of the cavern's unnatural winter. The thermal waters below fought back, radiating a dense Ice-element heat that kept the cavern from freezing over entirely.
But the most striking sight was on the rocky shore.
Xue Wuxia, the beautiful Sect Master of the Ice Palace, lay trembling on the stone. She was scantily clad, wearing nothing but a red silk kimono top adorned with delicate cherry blossom embroidery. Under any other circumstances, the sight of her half-naked body would have stolen my breath away.
Right now, it just terrified me. Her lips were turning a deep, dangerous shade of purple, and thin, crystalline flecks of ice were rapidly spreading across her porcelain skin. She looked up, her eyes wide with fear.
"Help me, Hao Hun... you're my only hope," she whispered, her voice cracking.
Even in the middle of a life-or-death crisis, a random, unbidden thought flashed through my mind—did she really just quote an old sci-fi movie meme? I shook the absurd thought away and rushed to her side.
"Cold!" I gasped out loud the moment I touched her. Her skin was a sub-zero nightmare, far colder than Camila’s or Xia Bing’s had ever been. Acting on pure instinct, I peeled off the sexy red robe, tore off my own heavy outer garments, and spread them over the freezing stone. I lifted her shivering body, laying her gently onto the makeshift bed, and dropped down beside her.
I was positioned right between the legs of the freezing, ethereal Sect Master, a scenario most cultivators would kill for—and yet, my body refused to cooperate. The biting, localized frost radiating from her mana was suppressing my vitals. I couldn't get it up.
Seeing my sudden, agonizing embarrassment, Wuxia’s lips trembled. She reached up with a frail, numb hand and touched my cheek. I could feel the frost transferring to my own skin, a thin layer of ice beginning to creep across my jawline.
She offered me a sad, heartbreaking smile. "We were too late... but at least I won’t die alone. Thank you, Hao Hun. Or rather... Loki Sky."
For the first time in my life, I cursed my own manhood. It was failing to rise to the occasion when this beautiful woman needed it most.
Buzz!
A sudden spark of desperation ignited a crazy, brilliant, and arguably incredibly stupid idea. I reached into my storage ring, and a small glass pill bottle materialized in my palm.
"Wuxia, trust me," I panted, my breath pluming heavily in the air. "I have the perfect medicine to save you."
Inside the bottle rattled a dozen bright pink pills. Without a second thought, I uncorked it, popped three of the super-aphrodisiac pills into my own mouth, swallowed them dry, and gently pressed a single pill past her trembling lips. She swallowed it out of sheer trust.
Big mistake.
The aphrodisiac hit my system like a tidal wave of molten lava. That stubborn piece of anatomy I had been cursing seconds ago instantly hardened into an unyielding iron pillar. The sheer, explosive heat of the medicine turned my skin a bright, violently flushed red, making me look like a cooked lobster.
Wuxia’s eyes widened as she felt the sheer, radiating heat wave rolling off my body. She glanced down at the fully aroused weapon heading straight in to save her life, a breathless, breathless laugh escaping her purple lips.
"If the ice doesn't kill me... this definitely will," she muttered.
She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impact of a chaotic cure. Before the overwhelming rush of the drug completely wiped out my consciousness, I leaned down and kissed her with a fierce, sudden wave of genuine affection.
The moment we connected, the dam broke.
As I entered her, the violent collision of my scorching aphrodisiac heat and her untamed, freezing ice mana created a catastrophic elemental reaction.
Her suppressed mana could no longer be held back. A massive, roaring wave of absolute-zero energy backflowed directly into my body, violently locking our physical forms together.
Creak! Creak!
The moisture in the air solidified instantly. A thick, impenetrable shell of crystalline ice erupted outward from our point of contact, expanding at blinding speed until it encased both of us entirely.
To any outsider stepping into the cavern, the hot spring was gone, replaced by a massive, glowing chunk of primal ice—leaving a pair of tangled lovers frozen solid inside a seamless, terrifying Carbonite Cocoon.