The Bane of Evil Cold Yin Fire

As she felt the temperature of the pure white flame in Xia Yi’s hand, and the profound purifying effect it exuded.

Pei Yunxiang keenly sensed that this pure white flame was, without a doubt, the perfect bane for the Evil Cold Yin Fire.

Every single one of its attributes flawlessly suppressed the sinister power of the Evil Cold Yin Fire.

Could it be that the very solution she had tirelessly sought for years had been within reach all along?

“Master, would you allow me to try?”

Noticing Pei Yunxiang lost in a daze, her gaze fixed intently on his Extreme Yang True Flame.

Xia Yi had no choice but to gently prompt her.

“Ah? Oh, yes, please do try…”

Stirred from her reverie, Pei Yunxiang swiftly quelled the subtle stirrings in her heart.

She extended a slender jade hand, its once pristine white dragon scales now charred and fractured, a testament to the Evil Cold Yin Fire’s relentless corrosion.

To Pei Yunxiang, these damaged scales were utterly repulsive, akin to rotting, suppurating human flesh.

The moment his fingers brushed against the fractured, blackened scales, Xia Yi felt an insidious chill, one that raised goosebumps, attempt to seep into his body.

No sooner had that soul-piercing chill begun to invade Xia Yi’s form than his Extreme Yang True Flame erupted, reacting as if it had encountered something truly abhorrent.

Without any conscious command from Xia Yi, the flames surged forward, instantly overwhelming and obliterating the minuscule trace of Evil Cold Yin Fire.

Xia Yi couldn’t be certain if it was merely his imagination, but his Extreme Yang True Flame seemed to let out a defiant ‘tui!’ (TL Note: A sound indicating disdain or spitting) towards the spot where the Evil Cold Yin Fire had vanished.

Indeed, it was that very ‘he~tui!’ sound.

“…………”

For a fleeting moment, Xia Yi genuinely wondered if his Extreme Yang True Flame had somehow gained sentience.

“Yi’er, how does it feel?”

Observing the utterly baffled expression on Xia Yi’s face after he touched her wound.

Pei Yunxiang mistakenly assumed that he, too, found himself helpless against the Evil Cold Yin Fire.

“It’s alright, Master; the effect is actually better than I’d anticipated. It’s just that…”

Recalling the Extreme Yang True Flame’s almost disgusted ‘demeanor’, Xia Yi found himself hesitating.

He couldn’t guarantee that when he later instructed the Extreme Yang True Flame to purge the Evil Cold Yin Fire from Pei Yunxiang’s body, it would meekly follow his commands.

Given the Extreme Yang True Flame’s final, dismissive ‘he~tui!’, Xia Yi was genuinely concerned it might spiral out of control and inadvertently harm Pei Yunxiang.

“Just what, Yi’er?”

Unaware of Xia Yi’s underlying anxieties, Pei Yunxiang merely observed his hesitant demeanor, a faint worry stirring within her.

“It’s simply that I might struggle to fully control the Extreme Yang True Flame, and I fear accidentally harming you.”

Upon hearing Xia Yi’s words, a wave of tenderness washed over Pei Yunxiang, though a hint of amusement also flickered in her eyes.

Having endured the torment of the Evil Cold Yin Fire for countless years, why would she suddenly fret over a minor mishap during its eradication?

What’s more, she harbored complete trust in Xia Yi, and the mere thought that he might inadvertently cause her a bit of pain even sparked a peculiar thrill within her.

“It’s quite alright, Yi’er; I have faith in you.”

With those words, Pei Yunxiang gently took Xia Yi’s wrist, guiding his hand to rest directly over the injured area on her hand.

In that instant, the Extreme Yang True Flame within Xia Yi surged forth, as though a severe germaphobe had spotted a speck of dirt, or someone with OCD had encountered glaring asymmetry.

It barreled forth from Xia Yi’s palm, a torrent of energy rushing towards the wound ravaged by the Evil Cold Yin Fire.

The sheer speed and formidable power of the flames were so immense that they visibly erupted from the back of Pei Yunxiang’s hand.

Alarmed, Xia Yi instinctively tried to withdraw his hand.

Yet, the moment he attempted to pull back, he met with resistance; Pei Yunxiang’s hand remained firmly pressed against his.

“Master?”

Xia Yi was acutely aware of the Extreme Yang True Flame’s formidable might; empowered by the spiritual energy of the thirteenth Qi Condensation layer, it could effortlessly slice through the defenses of Guang Pengyi, a cultivator at the Half-Step Core Formation Realm, as if it were nothing.

How then, could Pei Yunxiang, merely in the late Foundation Establishment stage and gravely wounded, possibly endure such intensity?

Beneath Xia Yi’s anxious gaze, Pei Yunxiang simply shook her head, offering a comforting smile.

“It’s quite alright, Yi’er; I haven’t felt any warmth in such a long time. This is merely a little scorching; it’s nothing to fret over.”

Yet, Pei Yunxiang, already glistening with cold sweat after only a brief moment, was clearly not as composed as her words suggested.

Xia Yi watched her endure, his heart aching, but alas, the Extreme Yang True Flame, upon encountering the Evil Cold Yin Fire, behaved as if it had come face-to-face with a sworn enemy. It was like an unstoppable, runaway behemoth, a hundred-ton truck that could not be reined in.

It vowed to utterly annihilate every last trace of the Evil Cold Yin Fire. No matter where it lay hidden, the Extreme Yang True Flame would incinerate it along with its surroundings, ensuring not a single vestige remained.

Xia Yi could even sense some of Pei Yunxiang’s dragon scales, those untouched by the Evil Cold Yin Fire, cracking and flaking off under the Extreme Yang True Flame’s indiscriminate assault.

Even amidst this intense onslaught, Pei Yunxiang steadfastly kept his hand pressed down, shaking her head to silently assure him of her unwavering resolve.

Witnessing Pei Yunxiang’s resolute determination, Xia Yi’s heart twisted with pain, yet he understood he could not betray her arduous efforts.

Gritting his teeth, he completely unleashed the spiritual energy flow to the Extreme Yang True Flame.

With the renewed surge of energy, the Extreme Yang True Flame blazed even more fiercely and wildly, entirely engulfing Pei Yunxiang’s delicate jade hand.

The terrifying heat subjected Pei Yunxiang to excruciating torment, causing all the dragon scales on her hand to instinctively manifest.

Yet, under the relentless scorching of the Extreme Yang True Fire, they continuously cracked and disintegrated.

Nevertheless, the destructive efficiency of such a ferocious Extreme Yang True Flame was remarkably swift. In mere moments, once it confirmed that every trace of Evil Cold Yin Fire on her entire hand had been incinerated, it gradually began to subside.

Accepting Xia Yi’s gentle guidance, it slowly retreated back into his body, leaving behind a hand that appeared thoroughly scorched, like a piece of well-done meat.

“Master!”

While Xia Yi fretted anxiously, Pei Yunxiang, ever prepared, calmly crushed a blue medicinal pill and sprinkled its powder over her ‘roasted dragon claw.’

Instantly, wisps of white mist curled upwards, and Pei Yunxiang’s ‘roasted dragon claw’ began to heal at a visibly rapid pace.

Yet, Xia Yi couldn’t shake the uncanny feeling that Pei Yunxiang was sprinkling cumin on a barbecue, with her own hand being the main course.

In another fleeting moment, Pei Yunxiang’s ‘roasted dragon claw’ had fully reverted to her fair, slender jade hand.

It even appeared slightly fairer than before.

“Oh?”

As Pei Yunxiang manifested her dragon scales, the newly emerged scales presented Xia Yi with a wondrous sensation of ‘opalescent white.’

“Master, your new dragon scales are truly magnificent!”

The luminous, resplendent beauty of these newly formed dragon scales made Xia Yi feel an irresistible urge to lick them.

“Yi’er, don’t be silly.”

Gently batting away her ‘good disciple,’ who had genuinely seemed intent on taking a bite, Pei Yunxiang finally turned her attention to her own newly regenerated dragon scales.

“How exquisite…”

A moment later, Pei Yunxiang’s thoughts raced: if all the dragon scales across her entire body could be replaced with these ‘opalescent’ new scales, she dared not imagine the unparalleled beauty she would possess!

Just then, a shaft of moonlight descended, casting a soft, shimmering silver veil over the already captivating Pei Yunxiang.

Her single remaining dragon horn, too, now gleamed with an ethereal, dazzling beauty.

This sight only intensified the already fervent ‘Latin dance’ Pei Yunxiang performed upon Xia Yi’s ‘XP’ (TL Note: Slang for ‘experience points’ or ‘personal preference/fetish’), making her appear even more regal and breathtakingly beautiful.

‘White stockings, white dragon girl, a mature older sister, and then if she wore high-heeled sandals… Hiss!‘

Lost in his vivid fantasies of his Master adorned in such attire, Xia Yi remained utterly oblivious that his innermost thoughts had escaped his lips.

Hearing the rather unfamiliar terms, Pei Yunxiang paused, a flicker of bewilderment crossing her features.

As comprehension dawned, she noticed Xia Yi staring blankly at her dragon horn, his gaze occasionally darting towards her tail.

“Yi’er, you aren’t, by any chance, fond of ‘demonesses,’ are you?”

“Ah, ah? What ‘demonesses‘?”

“You know, the kind that are half-human, half-beast in their transformed state.”

“…………”

Xia Yi’s prolonged silence left Pei Yunxiang caught between a mixture of surprise and profound delight.

Surprised that her own disciple’s ‘XP’ proved to be so remarkably peculiar;

Delighted that she, herself, happened to embody precisely what he found appealing.

“Then, Yi’er, would you perhaps like to experience the Master’s… tail? Its texture?”

Of course, Pei Yunxiang wasn’t suggesting anything as innocent as merely touching her tail with his hand; she distinctly remembered that a certain ‘someone’ had been rather firm for quite some time now.

‘!’

That night, Xia Yi’s ‘XP’ (TL Note: Slang for ‘experience points’ or ‘personal preference/fetish’) only deepened further.