The freezing cold flame did not let the bonfire flame touch his Master Tie Yuan, it did not let the frost melt, instead it kept thickening with every passing breath of the Penance Moon cursed night.
The large iron bowl which he filled it, boiled it with Yang properties herbs was empty, drained to the last drop, yet it had been completely useless against the severity of a Twenty-Stroke Penance Mark.
"Master..." Lin Feng whimpered, his voice trembling with deep guilt. "The medicinal water is gone... and the fire seems to do nothing. I... I have failed you. I am useless trash."
The T-800 turned his head. The ice encasing his neck cracked with a loud CRUNCH, shards falling onto the floor. His eyes glowed dimly red through the layer of frost covering his face.
"Do not worry," the T-800 said, his voice flat, echoing slightly as if coming from deep within a glacier. "I am fine. My... functions are optimal."
Lin Feng blinked, wiping sweat from his eyes. "What about cold piercing pain?Not... not painful? But Master, that is the Soul-Severing Cold! It targets the spirit too! It creates a hellish nightmare within the mind too!"
Even a mute would scream. Even a corpse would twitch.
"I do not dream."
Lin Feng stared, his mouth open in shock. He swallowed hard, his mind racing to find a reason, a justification for this impossible feat he is looking at.
Then, he remembered the rumors, the tall tales told by old prisoners who had been here for decades.
The Frigid North.
The Frozen Wastes.
In their tales, they talk about legends that said the lands beyond the Great Wall of the Northern Wastes were a place where the sun never rose. They said the barbarians there were not born of flesh, but shaped from the ancient ice that never melted.
They said these men had no heartbeat.
Does Master Tie Yuan possess a Bloodline so pure, so ancient, that it naturally negated the cold?
Lin Feng's mind argued and came up with a logical explanation from the tales of legends about Frigid North.
He exhaled, accepting that conclusion for now, his panic started to turn into awe.
If Master Tie Yuan truly has some legendary Frigid North's pure Bloodline, then this bonfire is likely just a warm breeze to him.
However, a nagging doubt remained in the back of his mind.
Even the tales of the Northern Barbarians and Frost Giants never mentioned immunity to the Penance Moon.
The Penance Mark was a curse, its cold not only punished the sin, the body, the mind, spirit and soul.
A Twenty-Stroke mark meant the Heavens were pouring twenty lifetimes of judgment into the soul.
Even a demon made of ice had a soul to punish.
Why was Master Tie Yuan indifferent?
Lin Feng looked at the crimson glow in T-800's eyes and shivered, though not from the cold.
"Just who is he?" Lin Feng wondered, terrified and mesmerized. "Does he possess a willpower that defies the Heavens... or does he simply have no soul to punish?"
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The curse night kept raising its punishment. Elder Jin and Ye Feiyu drenched in sweat and wine, drowning themselves in the fire of lust to stave off the Soul-Severing Cold.
SLAP!
"Ahnn!" Ye Feiyu cried out in pleasure as she turned to glare at Elder Jin with lustful eyes.
"Be mine…Feiyu." Elder Jin growled as he squeezed and kneaded and Ye Feiyu responded with pleasurable cries.
Ye Feiyu, however, didn't answer.
Elder Jin took a new jug of wine and took a large gulp and wiped his mouth. Seeing the seductive body squirming between his legs, he raised the wine jug up high over and let it sprinkle down all over Ye Feiyu's naked body. The Penance Mark sizzled at the touch of Yang infused wine.
SMASH!
He threw away the empty jug and with a drooling mouth dug in.
Loud noise of slurping, panting and moaning kept echoing in the room. The bed already wet from the amount of wine they wasted on each other.
A while later he sat back up and Ye Feiyu started enjoying the source of Elder Jin natural Yang like a fruit.
He caressed his head as she was looking up at him.
"Choose me…and you will get to enjoy nights like this every night. I will be your Dual Cultivation companion…what ...do you say?"
Ye Feiyu choked but didn't stop. She swallowed him deep, her beautiful eyes wet yet mocking.
Elder Jin didn't need her to say a word, her mocking eyes said it all.
He grabbed her head and pushed harder, making her choke, punishing her for refusing his offer.
However, Ye Feiyu didn't struggle, she gagged a lot but her eyes had all the lust, pleasure and mockery for Elder Jin.
As if she is saying, why would she need to choose him, he is already between her fingers.
He pushed hard, burying her face, trying to suffocate her for humiliating him when suddenly he felt a sharp pain of bite.
"Ahhh!...you BITCH!" Before he could do anything he felt another sharpness but deep inside his Family Jewels.
He quickly let go of her and raised his hands in defeat and terror.
She looked up, her eyes glaring and yet lustful but it also had another expression. The expression of domination, the expression of owning him.
She didn't let go of him, resumed slurping but her eyes had all the answers for Elder Jin.
He is not worthy, he is not worthy of her hunger at all.
Just right now, she tried to suck away his natural vital Yang and to him it felt like cold death.
The tales of Disciples of Rosy Cloud Sect are all man eater seems to be true. All men just joke that it is a sexual innenudo but there are other tales where men do not survive mating with them at all.
This was not his first time enjoying his night with Ye Feiyu but she never submitted to him, she only looked at him with pity and played it away, laughing it off at the proposal.