Full-time Creation Master

"........."

"Am I summoned? And who summoned me?"

Is it for the mystery of immortality, or to seize an opportunity by using my crippled body?

It's all irrelevant to me now...

It doesn't matter to me where I die.

As if Chu Ming were a block of wood, she saw nothing at all, while Fairy Xuewu indulged in her own self-pity.

Finally, he even squeezed out a sliver of magic power to create an ice coffin, then fell backward, closing his eyes in a rather peaceful manner... Bullshit!

"Can't my summoning be done normally?"

Chu Ming, who had a toothache, stared at the Soul-Locking Frost Moon Mark between her eyebrows, and then glanced at the Frost-Freezing Sword stuck in the ground, its blade covered in dust.

Although the magic weapon was intact (because the person you secretly love betrayed you without warning), your heart is dead!

Oh, right, this person...

No, no!

Most importantly, the entry itself is practically stating it—Snow Dance Fairy!

Chu Ming's distant memories are awakened once again—The Desolate Era!

The pitiful Snow Dance Fairy, the ruthless and selfish Evergreen Sword Immortal, the kind-hearted Crimson Bright Dao Ancestor... and...

The Controller of Chaos - Ji Ning?

"Um?" Chu Ming cautiously greeted the void, "Is that Brother Ji Ning? Or Daoist Beiming? ... Daoist Chiming, venerable elder? Or Elder Bodhi, senior elder?"

For a moment, the only sound in Chu Ming's 500-square-meter super-large, super-soundproof office was his own humble voice.

Although Chu Ming was confident that he could reach or even surpass their level in the future, he was still just a "young friend" in front of them right now!

Unsurprisingly, no one answered!

"What's wrong with me?!"

Chu Ming never expected that his ordinary dimensional summoning would summon this legendary fairy.

Could it be that a big shot over there helped?

Or is it the help I will receive in the future?

..........

After a moment of silence, Chu Ming, who had decided to proceed as normal, looked at Fairy Xuewu's dejected appearance, who didn't even bother to lift her head, and listened to her words full of despair. He did not offer the gentle advice he usually gave to others.

He knew that for someone who had lost all hope, soft words of comfort would only seem pale and might even be perceived as pity.

So he stepped forward, his footsteps breaking the silence of the room, and before she closed the coffin, his tone was direct and carried an undeniable force:

Still talking about Changqing.

"You don't have a goal? I'll set one for you!"

"Since you've already died once, from now on, you'll protect me!"

These words were like a small pebble thrown into the still, lifeless lake of Snow Dance Fairy's heart.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled suddenly, and her drooping head lifted slightly, revealing half of her eye that was covered by her black hair.

Those icy blue eyes were still shrouded in a gray mist, but a faint hint of doubt had appeared—how long had it been since anyone had told her to "set a goal"?

Seeing that she finally reacted, Chu Ming continued.

"Your spirit is damaged, but it can be fully restored;"

The Evergreen Sword Immortal is still alive; he might even become the Dao Ancestor by relying on his betrayal of you!

Are you really willing to be betrayed and humiliated by him, and then hide in the dimensional rift like a stray dog, wallowing in despair?

"With all your swordsmanship and skills, do you really intend to let them rot in despair, without even giving him the thought of paying the price for his betrayal?"

His gaze fell on her hand gripping the sword hilt; the hand was slender yet pale, and her knuckles were white from the force she was using.

It wasn't because of anger, but because of an unconscious resistance.

Sadness is sadness, and anger is anger!

"The price..." Fairy Xuewu's body stiffened abruptly.

Two lines of clear tears streamed down her face. Her fingers, gripping the sword hilt, tightened suddenly, her knuckles turning white as if they were about to break. Even the sword itself trembled slightly from her grip. A faint, shimmering light flashed across the dusty blade.

Seeing this, Chu Ming secretly rejoiced, "Thank goodness, there's still hope!"

Xue Wu slowly raised her head, and a glimmer of light finally appeared in her empty, ice-blue eyes.

The light, however, carried a blinding pain and self-mockery, like a mark left by ice and snow: "Revenge?... Forget it!"

She paused, her voice low and almost a whisper, filled with a deep sense of helplessness, "I don't want to touch these things anymore!"

Love, hate, and all the entanglements are exhausting...

I was willing to give everything for him back then, but what I got in return was having my true spirit pierced in public. I'm afraid now, and I'm tired of it all.

Was this a fit of anger, a moment of fury?

Chu Ming felt exhausted. How could a Pure Yang True Immortal who had lived for hundreds of millions of years be as fragile as a child!

You put it on a cow or a horse...*****......

"You have to touch it whether you want to or not!"

Chu Ming took another step forward, only two steps away from her. His tone was more forceful, but without the previous questioning. Instead, it was more certain, as if he were giving her a promise she couldn't refuse. "Didn't you say that no man could make you trust him again?"

I will be your man, a good man who can help you get revenge, help you stand up again, and whom you can trust forever!

Snow Fairy didn't even open her eyes. A faint, self-deprecating smile curved her lips. Her voice was as cold as the northern wind, numb yet tinged with resistance: "No need..."

I will never believe a man's promises again.

"If you want my magic weapon or cultivation technique, take it, I..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

Chu Ming looked at her eyes, which remained tightly closed—her eyelashes drooped like frozen butterfly wings, even their trembling seemed numb.

Looking at the self-deprecating smile on her lips, it was as if even refusing had exhausted her last remaining strength.

He suddenly realized that all reasoning and promises were futile at this moment; only the most direct and intense heat could break through the loneliness that had been frozen in her heart for thousands of years.

"Hmm...~~`"

Without the slightest hesitation, Chu Ming stepped forward and gently placed his left hand on her shoulder.

The moment his fingertips touched the Frosty Moon-Washing Silk, he felt the Snow Dance Fairy's body tense instantly, like a frightened cub instinctively trying to back away.

But he held her firmly down—his palms carried a vibrant warmth that seeped through her slightly cool gauze dress.

The stark contrast with the chilling aura surrounding her made her pause slightly, even her breath caught in her throat.

Before she could even process the unfamiliar temperature, Chu Ming leaned down slightly, gently cupped her chin with his right hand, and kissed her cool lips with unwavering determination and tenderness.

In that instant, it was as if time and space around us had stood still.

Snow Dance Fairy's body froze completely, and even the Frostbite Sword slipped from her fingertips and fell into the ice coffin.

With a clang.

The ice silk on the sword tassel trembled violently, but after several attempts, the true spirit of the magic weapon still failed to stop it.

Seeing this, the Creation Bell continued to float quietly in the air!

Her tightly closed eyelashes trembled violently, like butterfly wings startled by a gale.

Crystalline tears rolled down her cheeks without warning, landing on Chu Ming's hand, their warmth scalding her skin—the first warm tear she had shed since being betrayed by the Evergreen Sword Immortal.

She could clearly feel the touch on Chu Ming's lips.

It is neither as scorching as divine power, nor as cold as ice and snow.

Instead, it carries a living, burning heart, seeping through the lips little by little.

It flows along the blood vessels into the depths of a soul that has long been numb.

The chill that surrounded me melted away at a visible speed, like snow meeting the warm sun.

Even the long-dormant Soul-Locking Frost Moon Seal between his brows suddenly burst forth with a silver light, making the seal come alive.

She wanted to push him away and rebuke his rudeness, but her limbs felt as if all the strength had been drained from them, and even her fingertips were trembling slightly.

It's been so long, so long since anyone has approached her in such a pure way.

It's been too long since I've felt genuine care that's unbiased and unexploited.