Chapter 30 The Backlash of the Technique

"Who wants to go first?"

Zhou Tian was dignified, with a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Zhou Tian's gaze swept over all the women as if it were a physical object.

In the end, the image focused on the third senior sister, Lin Qingyu.

This woman, who had cultivated the Ice Heart Technique for over a hundred years, was now biting her lower lip tightly, her body trembling slightly.

Her face was as elegant as a plum blossom in the snow, and her brows naturally carried a coldness that kept people at a distance.

But beneath that coldness lay an undisguised panic and shame.

What's most striking is her figure.

Lin Qingyu has a really good figure, which outlines a breathtaking curve.

Her waist was so slender it could be encircled by a single hand, yet the curves of her body were firm and pert, creating the outline of her bodice.

Further down, there's a suddenly tapering waistline and long, slender legs.

What's most alarming is her expression at that moment.

A faint blush touched her cool face, her long eyelashes trembled, and her eyes darted away, yet she had to force herself to stay still.

The sight of this pure and innocent fairy forced to reveal her shyness is more captivating than any deliberate attempt at allure.

"Senior Sister Lin."

Zhou Tian spoke, his voice exceptionally clear in the silent cave.

He gently beckoned to Lin Qingyu with his finger.

This action carried an undeniable air of authority, as well as a touch of playful provocation.

Lin Qingyu trembled.

She subconsciously looked at Su Wan'er beside her, only to find that Su Wan'er had already lowered her head and dared not meet her gaze.

She looked at Chu Hongxiu again. Although Chu Hongxiu was still standing with her arms crossed, the struggle in her eyes said it all.

Finally, her gaze returned to Zhou Tian.

This junior brother, whom she once wouldn't even give a second glance to, was now standing in the center of the cave.

He exuded the powerful aura of a Golden Core cultivator, his gaze calm and profound, as if he could see through all her disguises.

"I...."

Lin Qingyu opened her mouth, her voice barely audible.

Her slender fingers gripped the hem of her Taoist robe tightly, her knuckles turning white.

In my mind, the general outline of "Bing Xin Jue" echoed again and again.

"Guard your primordial yin, strengthen your Dao heart, be pure and immaculate, and you will prove the Great Dao."

But his teacher's wife's words still echoed in his ears.

"The great formation will surely be broken in three days."

Which is more important, the survival of the sect or the individual's path to enlightenment?

a long time.

Lin Qingyu took a deep breath, as if she had used up all her strength.

She slowly loosened her grip on the hem of her clothes, lifted her foot, and walked towards Zhou Tian.

One step, two steps.

Her steps were slow and light, as if each step was on the tip of a knife.

Finally, she stopped in front of Zhou Tian.

The two were no more than three feet apart.

Zhou Tian could clearly see the fine downy hairs on her face, the slight rise and fall of her chest due to nervousness, and the almost overflowing tears in her eyes.

"Junior Brother...Master."

Lin Qingyu's voice trembled. She didn't dare to look up, but stared at Zhou Tian's chest.

Zhou Tian remained silent.

He reached out and his fingertips gently touched Lin Qingyu's bodice.

"Um...."

Lin Qingyu trembled violently and instinctively tried to back away, but her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and she couldn't move.

Zhou Tian's movements were slow and gentle.

The neckline of the bodice was open, revealing a small patch of fair, jade-like skin.

Lin Qingyu closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes trembling violently.

The light from the pearl inside the cave shone down, illuminating Lin Qingyu's appearance at that moment.

Lin Qingyu's skin had a translucent quality, like ice and snow, and shimmered with a faint, luminous glow under the light, as if it would melt at the slightest touch.

At this moment, this body, which had remained pure and immaculate for over a hundred years, was presented to Zhou Tian without reservation.

Lin Qingyu unconsciously placed her hands in front of her, but it couldn't hide anything at all; instead, it added to her alluring, coy demeanor.

Her body was trembling slightly, whether from the cold or from shame, it was hard to tell.

Zhou Tian reached out and gently grasped her icy wrist.

The surface feels smooth and cool to the touch, with an excellent tactile feel.

"Senior sister, I apologize for the offense."

Zhou Tian whispered, wrapping his other arm around her slender waist and pulling her into his embrace.

"Hmm..."

Lin Qingyu let out a soft whimper, her whole body stiff as a piece of wood.

Zhou Tian could feel the tension in her body, hear her heart pounding like a drum, and smell the cool, refreshing fragrance of her body, like plum blossoms after a snowfall.

He lowered his head and kissed her smooth forehead.

The kiss was light and gentle.

But Lin Qingyu shuddered violently as if she had been electrocuted.

"Junior Brother..."

Her voice was choked with sobs, and she pressed her hands against Zhou Tian's chest, trying to push him away, but she couldn't muster any strength.

Zhou Tian didn't give her more time to adjust.

He knew that for a woman like Lin Qingyu, the longer it dragged on, the heavier her psychological burden would become.

Zhou Tian leaned down and kissed her lips.

"Um!"

Lin Qingyu suddenly opened her eyes wide, her gaze filled with panic and helplessness.

This was the first time in over a hundred years that she had such intimate contact with a man.

Zhou Tian's lips were warm and soft, with a faint fragrance of herbs and trees.

Lin Qingyu's mind went blank at that moment, while Zhou Tian's hand slowly stroked her back.

Lin Qingyu's back was beautifully sculpted, and her skin was smooth as satin, slightly taut with tension.