Moonlight spilled through the open lattice windows of Huo Xuanyang's private pavilion like liquid silver, turning the crimson silk drapes into pools of shadow and light.
The room was modest by clan young master standards—wide bed with layered silk mattresses, low rosewood table holding a jade wine set, incense burner trailing thin threads of sandalwood smoke—but tonight it felt charged, electric, like the air itself was waiting to ignite.
Huo Xuanyang sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, robe loosened at the collar, exposing the lean, newly strengthened lines of his chest. The temporary buff from the system still hummed in his meridians, warm yang qi circulating freely for the first time in this body's memory. He could feel every pulse, every subtle shift—like a river that had finally broken its dam.
The system floated helpfully in his vision, pink-gold text pulsing with quiet excitement.
**[Mission Progress: Invite Su Qingfrost to private "discussion" – 100% Complete]**
**[Current Compatibility: 80% (Tsundere Ice Type – Walls Cracking)]**
**[Warning: High chance of initial sword-drawing (32%). High chance of eventual surrender (68%). Proceed with maximum shamelessness.]**
**[Reward Pool Unlocked upon successful dual cultivation: Qi Condensation Layer 5 Breakthrough + 250 Harem Points + Random Yin Technique + Loyalty Bond (Level 1)]**
He smirked.
"Maximum shamelessness it is."
A soft knock echoed—hesitant, almost reluctant.
Huo Xuanyang rose smoothly.
"Enter."
The door slid open.
Su Qingfrost stepped inside like she was walking into an execution ground.
Her crimson hair was still in its high ponytail, silver phoenix hairpin glinting. The same flowing crimson-and-white robes clung to her curves, but tonight the outer layer was slightly looser, as though she had changed hurriedly after the elders' meeting. Frost mist trailed behind her like a living train, frosting the wooden threshold the moment she crossed it.
She stopped three paces inside, arms crossed tightly under her chest—pushing up the generous swell of her breasts in a way that was entirely unintentional and utterly distracting.
Her ice-blue eyes flicked around the room before locking onto him.
"Hmph," she said, chin lifted. "I came only because the elders insisted we 'discuss the engagement annulment terms privately.' Do not mistake this for anything else."
Huo Xuanyang smiled slowly.
"Of course not."
He gestured to the low table.
"Wine?"
"I do not drink with crip—" She caught herself, cheeks tinting the faintest pink. "With you."
"Fair enough." He poured a single cup anyway and took a slow sip, eyes never leaving hers. "Then let's discuss."
She remained standing, rigid as a sword.
"The engagement is untenable," she said flatly. "You are unable to cultivate. The Su Clan cannot afford to tie itself to a useless branch. The annulment will proceed at the next clan assembly. You will sign the scroll without protest."
Huo Xuanyang set the cup down.
"And if I refuse?"
Her eyes narrowed. Frost crept farther across the floorboards.
"Then I will make you."
He stood, closing the distance in two slow steps until he was just inside her personal space—close enough to feel the chill radiating from her skin, close enough to catch the faint scent of winter plum blossoms and something warmer beneath it.
"You could try," he said softly. "But I think we both know that's not why you're really here tonight."
Her breath hitched—barely audible, but he heard it.
"W-what nonsense are you spouting?" The blush spread from her ears down her neck. "I came only for—"
"For the same reason you didn't leave when I invited you," he interrupted gently. "Because part of you is curious. Because part of you felt something shift when I sent Huo Tianlong flying through a pillar. Because part of you wonders what it would feel like if that strength was… directed at you."
Su Qingfrost's hand flew to Bingfeng's hilt.
"You—"
But she didn't draw.
Her fingers trembled on the sword grip.
Huo Xuanyang reached out—slowly, deliberately—and brushed the back of his knuckles along her jawline.
Her skin was cool silk at first touch.
Then it warmed.
The frost mist around her ankles faltered, flickering like a candle in wind.
"I can feel it," he murmured. "The heat under the ice. You've spent years burying it—perfect daughter, perfect swordswoman, perfect ice phoenix. But it's there. Burning. Waiting."
Her lips parted on a sharp inhale.
"D-don't touch me—"
But she didn't step back.
Her eyes—those crystalline ice-blue eyes—were wide now, pupils dilated, the blue softening to a warmer azure at the edges.
Huo Xuanyang leaned in until their breaths mingled.
"Let me melt it," he whispered. "Just once. See what happens."
For one heartbeat, she was statue-still.
Then—almost imperceptibly—her grip on Bingfeng loosened.
The sword clattered to the floor.
Her hands came up—hesitant at first—fingers curling into the silk of his robe.
"I… I hate you," she breathed.
Huo Xuanyang smiled against her lips.
"I know."
He kissed her.
It was not gentle.
It was claiming.
Her mouth was cool at first—winter plum and frost—but the moment his tongue brushed hers, heat exploded. She stiffened, made a muffled sound of protest, then melted against him with a shuddering moan that vibrated into his mouth.
Her arms wrapped around his neck. Nails dug into his shoulders through silk.
He backed her toward the bed, hands sliding down to grip her waist—narrow, warm, trembling. She gasped into the kiss when he lifted her effortlessly and set her on the edge of the mattress.
Robes parted. Crimson silk slid off porcelain shoulders.
Her breasts spilled free—heavy, full, pale pink nipples already tight from cold air and rising arousal. Huo Xuanyang groaned low in his throat.
"Perfect," he breathed, ducking to take one rosy peak into his mouth.
Su Qingfrost arched with a sharp cry.
"Ah—!"
Frost mist exploded outward—harmless snowflakes drifting through the room—then turned warm, shimmering, wrapping around them like yin qi ribbons.
He sucked harder, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make her tremble.
Her hands fisted in his hair.
"D-don't—stop—nngh!"
He didn't stop.
His free hand slid down her flat stomach, under the waistband of her undergarments, fingers finding slick heat.
She was soaked.
Dripping.
He circled her clit with slow, deliberate strokes.
Her hips bucked involuntarily.
"So wet already," he teased against her skin. "Tsundere on the outside, needy little phoenix underneath, huh?"
"Shut—ah!—up!"
But her thighs parted wider.
He pushed two fingers inside her tight channel—hot, fluttering, clenching greedily around him. Her walls rippled like living silk.
Qi began to leak—cool yin essence mingling with his warm yang.
"Feel that?" he growled, curling his fingers against that spongy spot that made her knees buckle. "Our qi is already connecting. Every time I make you come, you'll give me more power. And I'll fill you so full you'll never forget who owns this pussy now."
Su Qingfrost's head fell back, moans spilling freely—high, broken, no longer cold.
"Harder—please—Xuanyang—!"
Hearing his name on her lips snapped something primal.
He withdrew his fingers—earning a frustrated whine—and shoved her gently onto the bed.
He stripped fast. Robe pooled on the floor. Cock sprang free—thick, veined, already leaking at the tip from how badly he wanted her.
Su Qingfrost's eyes widened, a mix of shock and raw hunger.
"It's… bigger than I imagined," she breathed, then immediately looked mortified.
Huo Xuanyang grinned.
"System upgrade, darling."
He knelt between her thighs, dragged the fat head through her drenched folds, coating himself in her slick.
Then pushed in—one slow, relentless inch at a time.
She bowed off the bed, nails raking his shoulders.
"Too—full—slow—!"
"Can't," he grunted, hips flexing. "Gotta bottom out so our dantians align."
When he seated himself balls-deep, both shuddered.
Her inner walls clenched around him like a living vise—hot, fluttering, sucking greedily.
Yin and yang qi surged in a perfect circuit—his hot energy pouring into her, her cool essence rushing back.
He started thrusting—long, deep rolls at first, then faster, harder.
The wet slap of skin on skin filled the pavilion, punctuated by her broken cries.
"Harder—Xuanyang—please—!"
He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half, pounding down into her with brutal force. Each thrust punched against her cervix, making stars burst behind her eyes.
"Coming—I'm—ahhh!"
Her orgasm hit like a qi storm—walls spasming, gushing around his cock, yin essence flooding his meridians in a cool, delicious rush.
The feedback loop triggered his own release.
With a guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt and erupted—thick ropes of cum painting her insides, yang qi exploding outward in waves.
Breakthrough notifications flashed:
**[Qi Condensation Layer 5 Achieved! Meridians partially cleared!]**
**[Su Qingfrost Loyalty +45% → 85% (Bound First Wife status unlocked)]**
**[New Technique Unlocked: Frostflame Yin-Yang Devour (Low-grade)]**
They collapsed together, panting, bodies slick with sweat and fluids.
Su Qingfrost curled against his chest—still trembling, still flushed.
"You're… really not trash anymore," she whispered, voice soft for the first time.
Huo Xuanyang laughed quietly, already half-hard inside her again.
"Just getting started, darling."
The system chimed one last time.
**[First Dual Cultivation Complete! Harem Member Added: Su Qingfrost (Loyalty: 85%)]**
**[Reward: 250 Harem Points + Random Yin Technique Scroll (Frost Phoenix Binding)]**
**[New Daily Quest Unlocked: Dual cultivate with Su Qingfrost again tomorrow morning. Reward: Stamina Pill + Loyalty +5%]**
Moonlight continued to pour through the windows.
The ice phoenix had melted.
And the empire had taken its first step.