Upon hearing this, Nanmen Ruoxuan was furious. "You stinking monk, what have you done?!"
The monk smiled and shook his head, then got up and slowly walked out of the courtyard, suddenly disappearing from the spot.
Nanmen Ruoxuan breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes growing colder as she watched the monk's departing figure.
Master Kuhai from Lianhua Temple possessed strength and cultivation far beyond that of ordinary people, and she was quite helpless to have gotten into such trouble.
But at this moment, a hint of killing intent arose in her heart. She immediately made a decision, then pointed her fingers and a black shadow appeared at her fingertips. She drew a talisman in the air, and a moment later a black crow appeared in front of her, appearing and disappearing, as if it were a spirit. Nanmen Ruoxuan whispered a few words to the crow, then waved her hand, and the crow flew away.
After finishing, Nanmen Ruoxuan slowly left, walked to the Xuehan Blade Sect's bunker, and after looking around and seeing that no one was there, she went in alone.
The bunker was very cold. As soon as the hidden door was opened, a blast of cold air flew out. Nanmen Ruoxuan walked into the depths of the bunker.
There was an ice cellar here, and inside the ice cellar was an ice bed on which lay a withered, white-haired man, lying peacefully. Nanmen Ruoxuan walked forward, sat down on the ground, leaned against the ice bed, and stared blankly.
Upon closer inspection, the walls surrounding the ice cellar were filled with countless skeletons, an innumerable mass of bones.
Nanmen Ruoxuan composed herself, a smile spreading across her face. She slowly took out an incense burner, retrieved some Xuanyou grass, lit it, and placed it in the lower right corner of the ice bed.
A faint, ethereal spirit appeared, gradually becoming clearer. Upon closer inspection, the spirit's appearance was exactly the same as the man on the ice bed, except that his eyes were vacant, as if he were merely a soul without consciousness.
Nanmen Ruoxuan slowly walked forward and gently stroked the soul's face. This was not the first time she had experienced such a scene. The man in front of her no longer remembered her, but she did not care at all. She gently beckoned, and the soul obeyed her command and hugged Nanmen Ruoxuan from behind.
A flash of hatred crossed Nanmen Ruoxuan's face, but soon her eyes began to glaze over. Under the influence of the fragrance of the Xuan You Grass, the spirit gradually took on a physical form, but it was a remnant soul without consciousness and could only obey Nanmen Ruoxuan's commands.
After a long while, Nanmen Ruoxuan ordered him to let go. Then she slowly took off her clothes, turned around and hugged the man. The two kissed passionately, and soon a blush appeared on the woman's face.
Nanmen Ruoxuan's eyes grew increasingly crazed, as if there was a hint of smugness and a hint of satisfaction.
Although the man was just a wisp of a dead soul, with the help of Lingxiang grass and ghost magic, he was able to make contact with people.
The two of them indulged in pleasure in this ice cellar for a while, fully enjoying this joy that transcended the boundaries of life and death.
After a long while, Nanmen Ruoxuan dressed herself, walked out of the bunker in a daze, and then returned to her normal appearance.
She suddenly remembered the people from the Heavenly Sword Sect who had come today, and a hint of apprehension flashed in her eyes. After thinking for a moment, she walked towards their villa.
He knocked on Nangong Ling'er's door under the guise of a visit. Nangong Ling'er, dressed in a blue robe and with her hair disheveled, came out as if she had just finished bathing.
"Miss Nanmen, are you done with your work?"
"I apologize for not being able to properly receive you all before."
“It’s alright. Miss is already very busy managing the Snow Cold Blade Sect. We’re only here for the alliance meeting and won’t cause you any trouble, so…” Nangong Ling’er hesitated, but her meaning was already quite clear.
Nanmen Ruoxuan smiled slightly and said, "Elder Nangong, you are overthinking it. I didn't mean anything by it. If you need anything, please just tell the servants in the manor to prepare it. Don't be shy."
"Then thank you very much, Miss Nanmen."
As she spoke, Nanmen Ruoxuan prepared to take her leave, but after taking only two steps, she stopped, as if she had suddenly thought of something, and said abruptly, "By the way, Elder Xiao, may you rest?"
"Senior brother? He seems to be having some trouble adjusting to the environment. He said he was going out for a walk. I'm really sorry, Miss Nanmen, my senior brother can be a bit careless sometimes. When he comes back, I'll tell him not to wander around aimlessly."
Nanmen Ruoxuan was taken aback, but she concealed her surprise well and immediately said, "It's alright, you can look around if you like. However, there are some places in our Xuehan Blade Sect that you can't go to. You can ask the people in the manor."
After saying that, Nanmen Ruoxuan seemed to leave casually, but as soon as she turned around, her eyes turned cold and sharp.
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