Leng Shuangyue exuded a mature and elegant charm, with an invisible sharp aura emanating from her every move. She smiled and said, "Wu Heng, now that you and Han Shuang are husband and wife, you are also part of my Ice Palace. In the future, if you need any help in cultivation, my Ice Palace will do its best to help!"
"Thank you for your guidance, Mother-in-law!" Wu Heng knew when to stop, utterly shameless, completely ignoring Leng Hanshuang's murderous glare.
"Alright, you two newlyweds, put a drop of your blood into this basin of water. I will use a secret method to mix the blood together so that you can achieve a state of spiritual communion!" At this moment, Zi Tong walked over carrying a small jade basin, the clear water in the basin rippling slightly.
This time, Zi Hanshuang was very cooperative. Her purpose in marrying Wu Heng was simply to obtain the Ice Soul Flame. As long as the two reached a state of mutual understanding, she could immediately use a secret technique to introduce the Ice Soul Flame into her body.
Since Wu Heng's cultivation was already ruined, the Ice Soul Frost Flame was of little use to him, so he used a wisp of his essence to cut open his index finger.
"Pop!"
Two drops of blood fell into the jade basin at the same time, and the clear water seemed to be stained with two streaks of red ink, rippling slightly.
Zi Tong immediately activated her cultivation technique, and her slender, crystal-clear fingers overflowed with essence, seeping into the basin. Two drops of bright red blood were forcibly fused together. At the same time, Wu Heng and Leng Han Shuang exchanged a glance, and both of them felt a strange sensation.
It seems like they can see through the other person's thoughts.
"Hehe, the Ice Palace Saintess, is that right? Now that she's my wife, she'll have no choice but to do whatever I say!"
"You dare! You bastard! I'll skin you alive sooner or later and throw you into the snowfield so I can watch you get devoured by wild beasts!"
Wu Heng and Leng Hanshuang glared at each other, neither of them speaking, yet they could hear each other's thoughts. Was this what was called telepathy?
Sensing the intense tension in their eyes, Leng Shuangyue eased the awkwardness by saying, "You two can go into the bridal chamber to rest now. Have a good chat and get to know each other better!"
Leng Hanshuang turned her head away, feeling utterly disdainful of sharing a roof with Wuheng, but said in a coquettish voice, "I don't want to, Mother. I want to get the Ice Soul Flame right now. Quickly set up an array for me and guide the spiritual fire into my body."
"No, this is a custom that has been practiced in the Heavenly Realm for thousands of years. You must stay in the bridal chamber now. I will discuss the matter of the Ice Soul Frost Flame with you tomorrow." Leng Shuangyue suddenly became assertive, speaking in an irresistible tone.
Leng Hanshuang was slightly taken aback. Her mother had rarely scolded her since she was a child, but now she was being reprimanded for the sake of an outsider. She felt wronged, but seeing Leng Shuangyue's serious expression, she did not dare to resist too much.
"Alright, since we're already husband and wife, let's go to the bridal chamber!" Leng Hanshuang's tone changed, and she said sweetly. Her stunningly beautiful face revealed a captivating smile that could bewitch all, and her bright eyes secretly flirted with her as she glanced at Wu Heng.
It must be said that Leng Hanshuang was a rare beauty. Her smile was captivating, like a lotus emerging from the water, leaving Wu Heng dazzled. He thought to himself, "If only I could hold her in my arms!"
"Boy, if you dare to step into my room today, I'll castrate you immediately!" Suddenly, a voice as cold as a thousand-year-old ice entered Wu Heng's mind.
A chill ran down his spine, and he realized that Leng Hanshuang had been putting on an act for everyone, while secretly threatening him.
"She really is a tigress, not to be trifled with!" Wu Heng cursed inwardly, unaware that Leng Hanshuang had already heard his thoughts.
"Who are you calling a tigress? Hmph, Xiu wants to live a good life in this Ice Palace from now on!" She secretly sent a message in her mind, but Leng Hanshuang's smile remained captivating.
Although Wu Heng was born with a divine body, his cultivation level was only at the second level of the mortal realm. With Leng Han Shuang's strength at the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm, she could wipe him out in the mortal world with a flick of her hand. He dared not really anger this Holy Maiden of the Ice Palace!
"Shuang'er, come here!" Leng Shuangyue was also very troubled by the fact that the two appeared calm on the surface but were actually fighting fiercely behind the scenes. She beckoned Leng Hanshuang to her side, and touched her Baihua acupoint a few times with her finger. Instantly, Leng Hanshuang became like an ordinary person, with all her spiritual energy sealed in the Qi Sea formed in her dantian, unable to condense her essence.
"Mother, why did you seal someone's spiritual acupoints..." Leng Hanshuang asked angrily and in confusion.
"You are my own daughter, how could I not know what you're up to?" Leng Shuangyue smiled slightly, looking at her daughter with affection, and said, "Alright, I will naturally help you open your acupoints tomorrow. Go back to your palace to rest!"
"Hmph!" Leng Hanshuang glared at Wu Heng fiercely. Although her pretty face was full of reluctance, she was still forcibly sent back to her palace by the Ice Palace Master.
"Haha, this mother-in-law is quite thoughtful. Now that Leng Hanshuang has lost her cultivation, I don't need to be afraid of her anymore!" Wu Heng secretly rejoiced, forgetting that Leng Hanshuang had already heard his thoughts clearly.
Leng Hanshuang was extremely disdainful of Wu Heng's thoughts. With her innate mastery of strength, she was far stronger than Wu Heng, even in terms of physical power!
Now look what's happened! A newlywed couple, one hates the other to the core, while the other is determined to make fun of the other!
Inside the Ice Palace, all the elders left one by one, leaving only Leng Shuangyue and Zi Tong. Both of them were powerful figures from the Heavenly Domain Continent, exuding an invisible and terrifying aura.
"Palace Master, are you really so willing to entrust your precious daughter to Wu Heng?" Zi Tong asked.
"Actually, I was a little hesitant at first, but when I saw the strange phenomena that Wu Heng caused when he broke through, I made up my mind." Leng Shuangyue said, her eyes flashing, seemingly quite amazed by the strange phenomena that Wu Heng caused three days ago.
Zi Tong recalled the strange events that had occurred a few days ago and was still shocked. She pressed for an answer, asking, "Does the Palace Master mean that there is still hope for the Divine Body to break through?"
"Tens of thousands of years ago, the Xuanbing Emperor was also born with the Xuanbing Divine Body. For hundreds of years before his death, he was still unable to break through to the mortal realm. But later, he suddenly rose to prominence, sweeping away all the extraordinary talents in the world and creating an immortal legend." Although tens of thousands of years have passed since then, Leng Shuangyue's mention of this immortal legend still makes people's blood boil.
"Hehe, no wonder the Palace Master is so confident in entrusting Frost to that kid!" Zi Tong chuckled and said, "Indeed, a good method. If that kid can really break through the shackles, it's like the Ice Palace has invisibly won over a future emperor!"
"However, the legend of Emperor Xuanbing has been over for tens of thousands of years, and no divine body has been seen to rise since. I wonder if Wu Heng will have such good fortune!" Leng Shuangyue sighed slightly, a hint of expectation in her eyes.
The newlyweds' bedroom was flanked by white marble pillars at the four corners, and the walls were all carved from white stone bricks. Golden orchids bloomed enchantingly among the white stones, and blue gauze curtains swayed in the wind.
A beautiful young woman sat at a jade table, her tight-fitting blue wedding dress highlighting her exquisite curves.
Wu Heng walked into the room with a smile on his face. Leng Han Shuang immediately glared at him. "You actually dared to step into the room. Do you think that just because my mother sealed my cultivation, I can't deal with you?"
"Let's talk this out, don't resort to violence all the time!" Wu Heng didn't argue with her. He calmly walked to the jade table and sat down opposite Leng Hanshuang. He unceremoniously grabbed some of the flowers and fruits on the table and stuffed them into his mouth.
To be honest, this was the first time Wu Heng had sat alone with Leng Hanshuang in a calm and peaceful manner. Looking at the exquisite and beautiful face in front of him and smelling the faint fragrance of the beauty, he couldn't help but feel a little distracted.
"You'd better keep your eyes to yourself and stop looking around!" Leng Hanshuang found Wu Heng increasingly hateful. His fiery eyes kept roaming over her body, making her very uncomfortable.
"Don't be so stingy. It's just a look. Now that we're husband and wife, let alone a look, even if I were to..." Before Wu Heng could finish speaking, a delicate shout interrupted him.
"You bastard, shut your stinking mouth!" Leng Hanshuang swung her jade hand sharply at Wu Heng, bringing with it a gust of wind that howled.
Even if a cultivator who has reached the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm loses all their spiritual energy, the power of this palm strike is still astonishing!
"Murdering your husband!" Wu Heng yelled. But there was no fear in his eyes, and his reaction speed was just as fast. He raised his right hand and grabbed Leng Hanshuang's wrist.
"You!" Leng Hanshuang exclaimed in surprise, "Impossible! With your strength, how could you possibly withstand an attack from a master of the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm?"
"Heh, you underestimate me, Wu Heng. Dealing with a weak woman with no cultivation is nothing to be surprised about!" Wu Heng looked at Leng Han Shuang with a mocking gaze, holding her wrist tightly and feeling her smooth, snow-white skin.
"But it seems you haven't even used your essence?" Leng Hanshuang's tone softened, utterly puzzled. Could it be that, as Wu Heng said, losing her essence had turned her into a weak woman?
Wu Heng smiled mysteriously and said, "The physical strength of a divine body is far greater than that of a regular cultivator. In terms of physical strength, I am not afraid even of a Xuan-level expert, let alone you!"
But what reminded him most was the talking yellow dog he encountered in the Tianyu Mountains. The first time he met this mad dog, Wu Heng was bitten until his whole body turned blue. The dog kept saying it would capture Wu Heng to refine medicine, since a divine body can refine immortal pills!
In the end, Wu Heng also chased after the big yellow dog and bit it... The two of them would fight as soon as they met, so it's no wonder his physical strength was so formidable!
"What, do you have any other tricks up your sleeve?" Wu Heng smirked as he slowly approached Leng Hanshuang's pretty face.
"You, you mustn't do anything rash, or I'll hate you for the rest of my life!" Leng Hanshuang panicked, truly afraid that Wu Heng would be overcome by lust and do something drastic. She closed her eyes like a delicate woman.
Leng Hanshuang's beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her pretty face flushed, looking like she had given up and was ready to be tasted, which was very tempting. Just when she could feel Wu Heng's breath on her face, Wu Heng hesitated to make a move.
He clicked his tongue and sighed regretfully, "Never mind, I don't want you to hate me for the rest of your life."