Chapter 84 Extra: The Ultimate Showdown Between Ice Girl and Ice Brother 3

Inside the bamboo hut, there were two identical people, with identical faces.

Apart from one person being dressed in white and the other in black, there was absolutely no difference between them.

Luo Binghe, dressed in black, had a sword hanging at his waist, wrapped tightly in layers of talismans.

The once domineering Demon Sword was now wrapped so roughly and ugly that not even a trace of demonic energy could escape.

He hissed in a hoarse voice, "Get down here!"

Accompanying this furious shout was a devastating blow. The white-clad "Luo Binghe," wedged between Shen Qingqiu's legs, immediately retaliated without hesitation. The two clashed, a sharp clang echoing through the air, and the smoke dissipated.

He looked utterly disappointed and said disdainfully, "Why did he have to come back now of all times, of all times, of all times..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Qingqiu hooked his index and middle fingers, and the hilt of the elegant sword that had just been thrust off course and embedded in the wall trembled slightly, suddenly flying into his hand. Shen Qingqiu gripped it tightly and immediately swung his arm down!

Caught between two attacks, Luo Binghe could no longer maintain his provocative position. He rolled off the bed, not forgetting to pinch Shen Qingqiu's waist as he left, landing lightly at the other end of the bamboo hut, feigning sadness: "Master, you hit so hard. Don't you feel any pity for your disciple?"

Fuck you!

Who is your master?

Shen Qingqiu never expected that this guy could not only appear in the punishment process, but also actually appear in this world in physical form. It seems that the system's so-called punishment wasn't releasing a simulated personality, but rather directly pulling Bing Ge from a parallel original world!

Although Shen Qingqiu had a vague feeling that something was wrong since yesterday, Luo was always the kind of girl who would throw a tantrum and act coquettishly at the drop of a hat. In addition, he was too concerned and focused on treating his injuries, so he didn't think too much about it.

The real Luo Binghe had sword wounds on his palms and chest, which he had inflicted himself. The child treasured these wounds and refused to heal them, so how could he possibly have touched "smooth, intact skin"?

Ultimately, it's because they're not familiar enough with each other's bodies that they can't remember each other for so long.

Thankfully, we pulled back from the brink. What a close call! I almost ruined my reputation.

So, when we met in the inner palace yesterday, the word "go" he used became much clearer. It didn't mean "run away quickly," but rather, "You scum, get the hell out of my way!"

Luo Binghe, dressed in black with a sword at his waist, rushed over and asked anxiously, "Master, did this bastard do anything to you?"

Uh, calling him a bastard is like calling yourself a bastard...

Despite her complaints, Shen Qingqiu was quite pleased to see Luo Binghe so anxious and clinging to her.

This art style is more like it!

He cleared his throat, making sure his clothes weren't torn or askew and his appearance was impeccable, before saying, "I'm fine." Suddenly remembering that "Luo Binghe" was covered in wounds and had his skin torn open yesterday, he figured this one probably wouldn't be unharmed either, so he quickly asked, "How are you? Are you hurt?"

Luo Binghe nodded and said, "It's all better now."

Shen Qingqiu grabbed his wrist, turned it over, and saw a faint white mark on his palm. She was moved: "What exactly happened? Where have you been these past two days? Why is he here?"

Luo Binghe shook his head and said, "This disciple does not know. The day before yesterday, I was in seclusion in the inner hall of the underground palace when suddenly purple light surged from the fragment of the Heart Demon Sword, and this... person appeared, holding another Heart Demon Sword in his hand. I fought with him, and in a moment of carelessness, I entered the crack that the Heart Demon Sword had cut open, and the crack closed. I only had time to snatch the sword away, and when I came back, I did not see Master, so I had no choice but to search all the way to the Cangqiong Mountain Sect."

So, these past two days, Luo Binghe has been wandering into the original novel of "The Arrogant Immortal Demon Path"?

It turns out that the Heart Demon Sword's Sky-Splitting Slash has become so powerful that it can even cleave open the spatial entrance of a parallel world.

This can no longer be explained by a bug!

A gay man with a green penis suddenly found himself surrounded by a harem of beauties at the finish line—this kid must be terrified. Shen Qingqiu was just about to feel a pang of pity when he suddenly heard someone coldly say, "Excuse me, I'm still here. Can you stop leaving me hanging?"

In the original story, Luo Binghe was used to always appearing as the center of attention. When he saw these two people pounce on each other as soon as they met, completely ignoring his existence, and being so mushy and sickeningly affectionate, he felt an indescribable irritation. He secretly exerted force with his feet, silently crushing several blue stones to pieces.

Luo Binghe stood in front of Shen Qingqiu, his tone chilling: "What were you doing just now?"

Luo Binghe said indifferently, "Just playing around."

Shen Qingqiu was shocked.

Who are we messing with?

Are you kidding me?

Brother Bing, you... accept anyone who comes your way?!

They eat anything that's offered to them, regardless of gender or whether it's meat or fish.

Or is it that the original harem here has been taken away, and they're feeling stifled?

Bing clicked his tongue and said disdainfully, "Who told him to be so useless, not even having a woman?"

This "useless" standard is truly absurd. However, Luo Binghe's focus wasn't on that; his eyes blazed with fury, and he said in a deep voice, "How dare you humiliate your master like this..."

The other "Luo Binghe" suddenly turned crimson, meeting his gaze with cold laughter, and said, "I'm not just going to humiliate him! Look at your pathetic state! 'I' am actually so ugly, spending my days mingling with that shameless scoundrel Shen Qingqiu..."

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Binghe exploded.

The bamboo hut was almost completely shrouded in dark energy, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face. Neither of them would give way, when suddenly a beam of white light pierced through from above. It turned out that the two were throwing things at each other in a chaotic attack, and the wooden eaves of the bamboo hut's ceiling had been accidentally hit, creating a large hole. Luo Binghe looked up and his face instantly turned even darker than the demonic energy he had unleashed.

Shen Qingqiu had a similar expression: Damn it, what am I supposed to say when An Dingfeng comes to fix this?

Unwilling to damage the bamboo hut, Luo Binghe leaped out of the gate and shouted, "Come out!"

The one in the original story snorted, "Perfect! I can't really unleash my full potential in this shabby little house!"

Two figures, one in black and one in white, vanished in an instant. Shen Qingqiu was considering whether calling for the Hundred Battles Peak members would result in them killing both Luo Binghes when Ming Fan and Ning Yingying led a group of disciples rushing over. They were probably still studying when they heard the commotion and hurried over; some were carrying zithers, others were holding books. Shen Qingqiu immediately said, "Stop!"

The disciples immediately stood up straight, and Mingfan asked, "Master, what's over here...?"

Shen Qingqiu interrupted him: "Line up."

The disciples of Qingjing Peak immediately lined up as if by reflex. Shen Qingqiu then said, "Go down and run laps around Qingjing Peak. Thirty laps!"

If they were simply sent away, these little ones would surely be unsure and insist on staying to help (and cause trouble), so it was better to send them away first. This direct order left the disciples exchanging bewildered glances. If their master ordered them to run, then they would run. A group of young men and women in blue robes, like a train, ran one after another towards the foot of Qingjing Peak.

Shen Qingqiu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that they had been lured away, and then turned around and leaped into the bamboo forest behind the mountain.

In the original story, the character could completely control the Demon Sword. However, the one he raised, due to its unstable mind or excessive distractions, was easily susceptible to attacks and backlash. Therefore, it probably dared not recklessly use the Demon Sword, remaining somewhat restrained. This is likely why he proactively sealed the Demon Sword with a talisman. Holding a golden finger but afraid to use it, like having a golden rice bowl but unable to beg for food—it's like the sword is still sheathed, making it appear as if they're engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

But the destructive power of this hand-to-hand combat is too strong!

Dozens of deep pits had already been carved into the ground, bamboo branches were overturned, fallen leaves were flying everywhere, and birds were crying out in alarm. If this continued, Qingjing Peak would be shaved into a bald peak. Shen Qingqiu seized an opportunity, spurred Xiu Ya, and rushed towards Yuanzhu Luo with a whoosh.

A flash of silver light streaked across his narrow eyes. "Luo Binghe" abruptly turned his head, flicked his finger to deflect the sword blade, and tilted his head, saying, "We are clearly the same person. Master, why did you help him and hurt me?"

You're the same person as that genius!

The Luo Binghe he raised was a crazy girl named Luo, nicknamed Bingmei, who was categorized and assigned to Green Dingding Literature City by the system after Shen Qingqiu intervened in the plot. She is completely different from you, the harem protagonist who is full of arrogance, has a lewd mind, and levels up by defeating low-IQ villains and supporting characters!

Shen Qingqiu remained silent, exchanged a glance with Luo Binghe, and without needing to say anything more, they attacked together against the original Luo.

Originally, the difference in strength between the two Luo Binghes was not significant. Most of the injuries on Luo's body in the original work were caused by Luo Binghe. With the addition of Shen Qingqiu, the balance slowly tipped.

Within the snow-white, dragon-like sword light, spiritual energy and black mist intertwined and churned, coordinating perfectly. "Luo Binghe" narrowly dodged several waves of attacks, his eyes slightly narrowed, seemingly angered, but he didn't overtly reveal this emotion. He merely pursed his lips and suddenly said, "His technique is so bad, what's so good about it?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingqiu's hand trembled slightly, but he held back and continued hitting.

Unexpectedly, Bing Ge didn't back down: "Master, you've already seen my abilities. Since we're all alone anyway, why don't you come with me? I'll definitely make you happier than with him."

Shen Qingqiu: "Shut up!"

Luo Binghe murmured, "...Have you seen it?"

Shen Qingqiu: "Focus on fighting."

Luo Binghe said, "What do you mean by 'having seen it all'? What do you mean by 'more fun than with me'?"

Luo Binghe said ambiguously, "Or is it that you, Master, simply enjoy being hurt? Even so, I guarantee I can satisfy you."

In an instant, Luo Binghe's face contorted, and he almost unconsciously placed his hand on the Heart Demon Sword.

Shen Qingqiu hurriedly shouted, "Don't pull it out!"

Luo Binghe finally came to his senses and immediately withdrew his hand, but the crimson in his eyes intensified, and his breathing became rapid. Gritting his teeth, he rushed forward and initiated close combat.

The two clashed head-on, their strength and techniques identical, resulting in identical consequences. Shen Qingqiu heard a muffled "crackling" sound.

Shen Qingqiu, unable to bear it any longer, shouted: "Enough!"

Is this a suicidal fighting style?!

Luo Binghe's expression softened suddenly as he looked at Shen Qingqiu and said, "Master, are you upset that I hurt you last time?"

The other eye opened and asked, "Master, you've met him before?"

If we've met in the system, then that counts. Shen Qingqiu, unwilling to be perfunctory, said, "It was just a brief encounter."

Bing-ge really knows how to seize an opportunity. He said aggrievedly, "I was wrong last time. I admit my mistake, but wasn't Master having a great time just now? We're both disciples, how can you be so heartless to treat me like this?"

Pretending. You're pretending. Keep pretending. No wonder you're two-faced, two-faced, all smiles and no bites!

As expected, the dark-themed male protagonist of the "end-game" genre is indeed cunning; he's deliberately trying to disrupt Luo Binghe's mind. Shen Qingqiu wasn't about to let him succeed, and retorted righteously and without hesitation: "Not enjoyable at all!"

As soon as he uttered the curse, he felt a strong, tingling, and warm sensation rising from his lower abdomen.

It was impossible to ignore, impossible to suppress; it felt like millions of sticky ants were crawling all over his body.

Luo Binghe's lips curled into a smile, a mixture of pleasure and sinister intent in his voice. "Can you still say one thing and mean another?"

Blood of the Heavenly Demon.

How could we forget that as long as Luo Binghe is there, he can control the blood gu within his body?

The two Luo Binghes here, one stirring up the blood gu and the other forcefully suppressing it, were openly competing. The result was that waves of tingling and heat, intermittent, rapidly spread from the abdomen throughout the body, even reaching the fingertips. Shen Qingqiu gasped for breath, his vision blurred, and his hand holding the sword began to tremble.

Luo Binghe was momentarily distracted, and the Heart Demon Sword hanging at his waist was snatched away.

In the original story, Luo smiled smugly, with a hint of almost bloodthirsty excitement. Just as he gripped the hilt of his sword, about to draw it, Shen Qingqiu suddenly said coldly, "Don't be too happy yet. Look up at the sky."

Above the three of them, only sparse bamboo branches and green leaves swayed and rose in the wind. "Luo Binghe" did not need to look up to sense that there was no threat above. He smiled slightly and said, "Master, it is too much of an underestimation of me to use such tricks to deal with naive children to tease your disciple."

Not going to watch?

Okay, you brought it on yourself!

Shen Qingqiu made a hand seal with his left hand, snapped his fingers crisply, and his eyes narrowed.

Just as Luo Binghe was about to speak, a light, fluffy leaf brushed past his eyes.

His smile froze.

A thin trickle of blood slowly dripped down his cheek.

Bamboo leaves fell from all directions, and the slowly drifting green leaves suddenly accelerated, each one like a cold blade blown away from him.

The ultimate technique of plucking leaves and sending flowers flying! A thousand leaves and ten thousand flowers!

"Luo Binghe" unleashed a palm strike, shattering the barrage of leaf blades raining down on him. The entire bamboo forest was filled with a hail of leaves, like a shower of petals, relentlessly pursuing Luo Binghe from the original story. They seemed gentle, but once they touched him, they possessed the power to slice flesh and scrape bones. One or two leaves could be dodged, but hundreds upon hundreds swarming at him would inevitably cause chaos, especially since both of them had lost an arm and a leg in their previous brutal fight, making them immobile. Just as Shen Qingqiu was about to close in, a dark figure appeared before him, the undamaged hand striking "Luo Binghe" squarely in the chest.

Seeing the incredulous look on that extremely familiar face, Shen Qingqiu suddenly felt a pang of pity.

Luo Binghe took two steps back, swallowed hard as if he had swallowed blood, and sneered, "What perfect teamwork. Not bad, huh?"

Although it was meant as mockery, his intact hand was clenched into a fist, with the veins on the back of his hand appearing and disappearing intermittently.

As an adult, no one has ever pushed him to this point.

Being at a disadvantage reminded him of the days when he was bullied and trampled on.

Hot tea poured over their heads, a drafty woodshed, endless beatings and verbal abuse, kneeling from the scorching afternoon until late at night, and going hungry.

Those days were inextricably linked to the face before me.

But now, the owner of this face stood beside the person who looked exactly like him, holding the broken arm, afraid to touch it or let go, as if he could feel the pain himself. He frowned and said, "Why did you have to fight him head-on? You knew it was broken, but you still hit him. Don't be so reckless next time."

Although it sounded like a reprimand, the voice conveyed anger, anxiety, and heartache.

Even an idiot could tell.

A cold wind swept through the forest, rustling the leaves and causing bamboo leaves to fall one by one.

I'm not reconciled.

That's unfair.

The sight of those two standing together was so jarring, it stung his eyes and made his eye sockets burn.

They're both "Luo Binghe," so why did he get to meet Shen Qingqiu, while he got to meet a narrow-minded, jealous, and shameless person?

Why should I?!

The carefully preserved clothes and belongings, the clean and tidy side room, the whispered conversations, the pitiful atmosphere, and the accommodating nature of the guests.

They clearly only harbored thoughts of humiliation and clearly disdained the disgusting relationship between the two people.

However, the words "Come with me" that he was saying to Shen Qingqiu were uttered without thinking.

Upon hearing those three words, Luo Binghe sneered, "What did you say? Huh?"

His knuckles cracked; it seemed he was actually plotting to kill.

Although Shen Qingqiu approved of the finishing blow, and said "long live the finishing blow," he still thought, "What kind of nonsense is it to let Luo Binghe kill Luo Binghe?"

Let him do the killing? That's even more impossible.

Moreover, I wonder if the "male protagonist's invincible body" rule will also apply to Luo in the original work?

Shen Qingqiu pressed two fingers on his shoulder, signaling him not to act rashly. Just as he was racking his brains about how to handle the situation, "Luo Binghe" made his move first.

He shattered the seal on the Demon Sword, unleashing a surge of black and purple energy. With the two on high alert, he unleashed a spatial rift with a splitting slash and leaped inside.

When he turned around, he bit his lip hard.

I'm not reconciled.

The crack disappeared along with that figure.

They're... gone?

Brother Bing... is he really that easy to please?!

Shen Qingqiu was stunned for a moment before he reacted: "Go back and destroy the fragments of the broken Heart Demon Sword immediately. This thing cannot be kept."

This thing has way too many bugs. If we keep it, who knows what kind of unexpected developments it will cause.

Luo Binghe nodded silently. Although he probably didn't need anyone's help, Shen Qingqiu still lent him half of her body to lean on.

After walking a few steps, Luo Binghe asked with a melancholy tone, "Master, is my skill really that bad?"

...

To be honest, it's bad.

It's really bad. Not just kissing, touching, undressing, rolling around—it's all on a completely different level.

As for insertion, I haven't compared them, but by analogy, it should also be... a failure.

Shen Qingqiu, of course, wouldn't say it aloud, and simply said, "No, not at all."

The melancholy on Luo Binghe's face deepened.

Shen Qingqiu comforted him, "After all, you don't have much experience."

Bing Ge's skill is the result of countless battles and nights with hundreds of women!

Luo Binghe lowered his head. It seemed he was once again considering which plot of land to choose for growing mushrooms. Shen Qingqiu couldn't bear to see him like this, and coaxed, "I'll heal your hands and legs first, and then we can...discuss it together. How about that?"

Luo Binghe suddenly looked up: "Really?!"

Shen Qingqiu knew he would react this way, and calmly patted his head: "Go get treatment first."

Luo Binghe nodded, and with two quick clicks, he reattached his hands and legs.

He stood up abruptly, supporting Shen Qingqiu's arms with his intact hands. A blush rose to his cheeks, and his eyes shone brightly: "Healed! Master, shall we...discuss this together?"

Author's Note:

Next time I'll eat more meat, next time I'll eat more meat, next time I'll eat more meat (I'll say it three times because it's important).

Final exams are approaching, so updates will be irregular. That's explained in the synopsis, and I can't guarantee when updates will be released. However, the explicit content will be released in the next few days.

I've been agonizing over the pronoun for so long... so let's just leave it at that...