Shen Yunhao thought for a moment, looking at the long-haired woman opposite him with no hesitation in his eyes, "I have no ulterior motive, I just want to give you your freedom... if you have to find a reason."
At this moment, Shen Yunhao raised his hand and rubbed the head of the girl watching the commotion next to him, his tone unconsciously carrying a hint of doting.
"Maybe it's because I see my little sister's shadow in you..."
Mo Yan: "..."
"Sometimes, some people have no choice from birth. Thinking about it carefully, how much better am I? Since God has given me so much luck, why can't I give others a chance?"
Shen Yunhao turned to look at Shuang'er and said very seriously, "You think I'm different from others because I don't treat you as a divine artifact, but as a... living person! Whether you're a demon or any other living being, as long as you have your own consciousness and can control your instincts and desires, I will treat you as a human being!"
Shen Yunhao had actually said these words a long time ago, and he had always thought so.
Shuang'er is a divine artifact in human form, so how is she any different from those demons?
"Besides... I want to be friends with you, isn't that a purpose in itself? Now I'm giving you your freedom, and in the future, if there's an opportunity, you can help me too. It's mutually beneficial, and I don't think I'm losing out at all..."
Shuang'er then raised her head, the coldness in her deep blue eyes gradually softening, but her tone remained as indifferent as ever.
"Friend? How can you be so sure I'll help you? Now that my seal is broken and my essence has been fully restored, you can't stop me if I want to leave!"
"Since we're friends, why should I stop you?" Shen Yunhao just smiled. "Of course, if you turn and run away and don't want to acknowledge me as your friend, then... well, I guess I'm just unlucky. Consider it a good deed I did. As long as I know the truth, that's fine."
As she spoke, she raised her hand again and pinched Mo Yan's soft cheek, "Oh dear... it seems you guessed right, I didn't get anything this time I went out..."
Mo Yan rolled her eyes, slapped away the boy's mischievous hand, and raised her chin, saying, "Who said that? The Netherfire Curse on me is off now. As long as we get out of this hellhole, I'll protect you! As for this artifact... it doesn't matter whether you have it or not, anyway, I haven't seen you actively attack anyone..."
"Well, you lousy bastard, you think I'm living off a woman, huh!"
"Heh... You were calling me Zi'er so sweet down there, and now you're all about to break the vine, huh? Men!"
"..."
The playful banter between the two was witnessed by Shuang'er, who was standing not far away. A barely perceptible ripple flickered in her icy blue eyes as she stared blankly at the scene, a strange feeling suddenly welling up within her...
They... are so happy...
Since she became conscious, she has never truly interacted with anyone.
Everyone, including Han Xiaozi, regarded her as a tool and coveted the value she brought.
This is the first time someone has said they want to be friends with her...
This feeling is really strange.
She pursed her lips, then suddenly asked, "Have you... had enough of this?"
Shen Yunhao and Mo Yan stopped what they were doing and turned to look at her.
Shuang'er turned her face away, her tone still indifferent, but noticeably less distant: "On the top floor of the Extreme Ice Castle, there is an Ice Frost Altar."
Shen Yunhao blinked: "An altar?"
"It was prepared by Han Xiaozi before his death," Shuang'er said calmly. "He originally planned to use the spiritual power in the altar to restore his cultivation after successfully possessing the body."
Mo Yan narrowed her eyes: "So?"
Shuang'er was silent for a moment, then finally turned around and looked at Shen Yunhao.
"Anyway... we don't need it now."
Her voice was very soft, but it made Shen Yunhao pause slightly.
"you mean……"
"Go if you want to." Shuang'er looked away, her tone still icy, but a faint blush appeared on the tips of her ears. "Leaving it here is a waste."
Mo Yan smirked and nudged Shen Yunhao with her elbow: "Oh, it seems... the trick worked?"
"roll!"
Shen Yunhao coughed twice, without making any jokes, and simply nodded seriously: "Alright, then I'll trouble Miss Shuang'er to lead the way."
Shuang'er nodded slightly, turned and walked into the depths of the ancient castle. Her back was still aloof, but her steps were a little lighter than before.
The Frost Altar is located in an inconspicuous room on the top floor of the castle, protected by a protective barrier.
Before Shen Yunhao could unleash his fox tail to break the formation, Shuang'er stepped forward and gently touched it with her palm.
The barrier light flickered, but it seemed to have no effect on the palm.
Before long, no one knew what the woman did, but the restriction disappeared.
"this……"
Shen Yunhao was dumbfounded.
Mo Yan was also stroking her chin beside her.
"This seems to be... one of the effects of the Illusionary Realm..."
Shuang'er pursed her lips, offering no explanation, but simply pushed open the door gently.
The space inside the door was large, but the only thing visible was the large altar in the very center.
The altar was made of huge blocks of ice, emitting a cold blue light, surrounded by mysterious runes, and faintly emanating a chilling aura.
Shuang'er stood before the altar, slowly closing her eyes as if recalling something. After a moment, she opened her eyes, formed a hand seal, and chanted incantations.
The next moment, the originally gray runes on the altar suddenly shone brightly, and beams of ice-blue light shot into the sky, drawing a mysterious pattern on the top of the secret chamber.
At this moment, the woman raised her hand and waved it, and the runes around the altar retreated to both sides, revealing a small platform on the central altar.
"Go up... if you're not afraid..."
Shuang'er's face was expressionless, but Shen Yunhao could still see the slight nervousness hidden between her brows.
Shen Yunhao smiled slightly, and without hesitation, stepped onto the altar.
In an instant, the runes on the altar merged back together, surrounding Shen Yunhao. From the top of the painting, a powerful spiritual energy poured down like a waterfall, flowing from his forehead into Shen Yunhao's body!
Truly—a spiritual infusion!
"Ugh—Holy crap..."
Shen Yunhao groaned, instantly feeling as if his meridians were being pierced by ice, and the golden threads on his body surface even showed some fluctuations.
Seeing this, Mo Yan frowned subconsciously and looked at the frost woman beside her with some worry, "Is there really no problem with this level of empowerment?"
Shuang'er stood with her arms crossed and said calmly, "Although Han Xiaozi's spiritual power is extremely cold, after being transformed by the altar, its malevolent energy has been removed, leaving only pure energy."
He paused, then added, "Anyway... I won't die."
Mo Yan raised an eyebrow, a half-smile on her face: "You seem quite concerned about him. Are you really planning to be friends with him?"
Shuang'er paused for a moment, then immediately tightened her face: "I... just don't want to owe anyone a favor!"
"whispering sound--"
Mo Yan chuckled and said nothing more, instead focusing on observing Shen Yunhao's condition.
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