# Chapter 1013: Loss of Control
Mu Xuanyin's voice was gentle, yet cold and merciless, and clearly carried anger... Unlike that time at Minghan Heavenly Lake, this was the first time she had genuinely become angry at Yun Che.
Angry at his failure to appreciate her kindness!
"Disciple... has failed to live up to Master's expectations." Yun Che's heart tightened as he lowered his head, not daring to meet Mu Xuanyin's eyes. He knew that Mu Xuanyin had done all this to fulfill his wishes. And the three thousand Ice Phoenix female disciples' primal yin... this was a tremendous loss for the entire sect, yet Mu Xuanyin had been so willing to sacrifice for him.
Furthermore, she had schemed against Huo Rulie to obtain the Golden Crow World-Incinerating Record from him—all for Yun Che's sake.
Although this was only his first day as her disciple, her kindness toward him had already been immense.
He had just said that he was willing to try any method, even the slimmest hope, as long as it allowed him to reach the Divine Tribulation Realm before the Xuan Shen Conference... But in the blink of an eye, he was rejecting her.
This "failed to live up to Master's expectations" came from the bottom of his heart.
As he lowered his head, his gaze fell upon Mu Feixue, who was still kneeling on the ground. Suddenly, his vision blurred, and the image of a stunningly beautiful figure, as ethereal as an ice fairy, appeared before his eyes.
Xiao Xiannü...
The first time he had seen Mu Feixue, he couldn't help but think of Chu Yuechan. Because her temperament and eyes were so similar, and even her facial features bore several points of resemblance.
He knew that Mu Feixue was not Chu Yuechan—his little fairy was unique in the world. But now, being close to her again, he still couldn't control himself from thinking of that immortal figure he was destined to wrong for a lifetime... and she even silently overlapped with Mu Feixue in his vision.
She wasn't her, she wasn't... Yun Che silently shook his head.
"Failed to live up?" Mu Xuanyin frowned. "What I, your master, have decided—do you think you can refuse just because you want to!?"
Crack!!
Mu Xuanyin extended her palm, and an especially harsh sound of ice condensation came from behind Yun Che. He instinctively turned around and saw several thick layers of ice crisscrossing and stacking, in the blink of an eye forming an ice chamber less than three zhang square.
The moment Yun Che turned around, Mu Xuanyin flipped her hand. A blood bead emitting a strange red light hovered at her fingertip, then suddenly pierced toward Yun Che's chest.
"Ah!"
With a startled cry from Yun Che, the red blood bead, driven by Mu Xuanyin's profound force, instantly surged into his body, merging into his bloodstream.
Yun Che possessed the Fire Spirit Evil Body, which rendered him immune to all flames. Even when bathed in Golden Crow flames, he wouldn't feel any discomfort from the heat. But the moment this blood bead entered his body, he felt as if a fireball had exploded in his chest, then rapidly radiated throughout his entire body...
This unprecedented reaction caused Yun Che to be greatly alarmed: "Master... what is this?"
"The blood of a Primordial Flood Dragon from the Burial God Fire Prison!" Mu Xuanyin said coldly.
"...!" Yun Che's pupils sharply contracted.
Mu Bingyun had once told him about the Primordial Flood Dragons of the Burial God Fire Prison—their breath was extremely poisonous, and their blood was extremely lecherous!
Their poison was so potent that even someone as strong as Mu Bingyun had nearly died from it. As for their blood...
"The blood of that Primordial Flood Dragon is pure extreme yang and extreme lechery! Even though it's only a single drop, don't think that just because you've just entered the Divine Way, you can resist it—even those at the Divine Spirit Realm would have absolutely no chance of resisting! Let me, your master, see if your body is as hard-mouthed as your words!"
Mu Xuanyin's words, along with the suddenly intense heat emanating from him, made Mu Feixue turn her bright eyes toward him. In just a few short breaths, Yun Che's face and all exposed skin had turned a bright red, as if scorched by flames. His breathing was as heavy as an ox, and sweat poured from his forehead like a torrential rain.
"Hiss... ah..." All the blood in his body seemed to have turned into magma, wildly igniting his desires amid the violent surging.
He possessed the Heavenly Poison Pearl and was immune to all poisons under heaven... But this was precisely not poison—it was extreme yang dragon blood.
By now, how could he not understand what Mu Xuanyin intended to do? The yang energy of the Flood Dragon blood was terrifying beyond measure. In his years following the Cloud Valley, he had seen far too many aphrodisiacs, but not one could compare to even a ten-thousandth of this drop of dragon blood.
But even if he wanted to escape, it was impossible. Mu Xuanyin's palm lightly brushed against his chest.
Bang!
Yun Che was blasted flying, landing with pinpoint accuracy inside the narrow ice chamber. Following closely behind, Mu Feixue was also swept up by a gust of cold wind and fell into the ice chamber.
Even her profound force was completely sealed, unable to be used at all.
"Aah... ahhh... ah!!"
Yun Che roared like a madman, his voice already hoarse beyond recognition, as if he were enduring the greatest suffering in the world.
His white clothes were already torn to shreds, every torn patch stained with scarlet blood. His hair was disheveled beyond measure. His hands continuously clawed at himself, while his head repeatedly smashed violently against the ice wall, producing ear-splitting crashing sounds.
The blood throughout his body was unbearably scorching, his body so hot it felt like it would explode. The desire to wildly ravage Mu Feixue occupied every single cell of his body, devouring his last vestiges of reason and clarity.
In another corner of the ice chamber, Mu Feixue stood quietly, silent and motionless, like a meticulously carved ice crystal maiden. Only her eyes, which seemed formed from stars, rippled with unprecedented turbulence.
She had heard about the horror of the Flood Dragon blood from Mu Huanzhi.
The moment she had entered the holy hall, she had already thought of the fate that awaited her. She had not thought of resisting... nor was it possible to resist—because it was the Sect Master's order.
She knew her own beauty. The men of the sect would always look at her with eyes full of astonishment, infatuation, stupor... and self-abasement, as well as desires they dared not reveal. Even if she had been ugly, her Ice Phoenix primal yin would have been an irresistible temptation for anyone.
And before her was the only person who could take it freely...
But... he roared wildly to vent, clawed at himself frantically, and slammed his head against the wall, yet for a full two quarters of an hour, under the torment of the Flood Dragon blood, he never once touched her, who had no way to resist.
His roars gradually lost their voice, as if his throat had been torn. A large pool of blood and sweat had formed beneath him. His body twisted into an agonizing posture as he curled up in the corner with his back to her, as if desperately trying to forget her existence.
Even someone at the Divine Spirit Realm couldn't resist the Flood Dragon blood, yet he had stubbornly endured until now. It was unimaginable how strong his willpower must be, and how much terrible pain he had to endure... Mu Feixue stared at him blankly. This situation was nothing like she had imagined. She also didn't understand—why, when it was the Sect Master's order, when she was peerlessly beautiful and irresistible, when it would only bring him endless benefits—why would he rather endure such great pain than touch her?
"What... are you enduring?"
Her ice-snow-like lips gently parted, emitting a dreamlike voice.
Perhaps this was the first time in her life that she had voluntarily spoken to a man outside of her elders.
And those hazy few words actually seemed to be actively inviting him to defile her.
What was he enduring... For Yun Che at this moment, perhaps even he himself didn't know. Maybe it was the shadow of Chu Yuechan, maybe it was his unwillingness to let his will be defeated by a single drop of Flood Dragon blood.
But Mu Feixue's icy-soft feminine voice, in an instant, shattered Yun Che's last line of defense—the one desperately trying to forget Mu Feixue's existence.
Yun Che's roar ceased. His body abruptly turned around, and his blood-red eyes stared like a wild beast at Mu Feixue, who stood there stupefied.
Bang!!
His heart pounded crazily, his blood churned violently, and the desire to ravage Mu Feixue to his heart's content seized all of Yun Che's will. Like a hungry tiger pouncing on prey, he threw himself at her... But in his weakened state, he lost his balance and landed on Mu Feixue's legs, heavily tackling her to the ground.
Riiip!!
Her lower garment was instantly torn by the frenzied Yun Che. A jade-white, slender snowy leg, flowing with ice-snow skin luster, appeared before Yun Che's eyes. He greedily caressed it, pressing his entire face against the bare beautiful leg. The snowy-smooth touch and the delicate fragrance carrying the scent of ice and snow soothed the desire-fire that nearly made his body explode, yet instead made it burn even more fiercely.