Chapter 144 The Toxic Love Brain in a Xianxia Novel (6)

Chapter 144: The Villainous Love Obsession in Xianxia (6)

Under the threat of the Threefold Agony Poison, Si Yin gritted his teeth at every step.

The biting wind sliced into his face as Si Yin silently cursed Tang Qing a thousand times over, finally laying eyes on the sheer ice cliff.

The translucent cliff face, seen from afar, resembled a gargantuan, inverted icicle—glassy and frictionless, with no visible footholds.

Right then, another gust of wind swept by, sending a flurry of ice shards flying. Si Yin could almost imagine how those shards would feel flaying his skin.

"Immortal Maiden, the Blue Ice Grass is down there. Got any bright ideas…?"

No response. Tang Qing sniffed, her nose raw and red, her once-delicate face now deathly pale from the cold.

Her hands, bloated with frostbite, trembled as she pulled out a cylindrical object.

With a *snap*, under Tang Qing’s control, the cylinder disassembled into a segmented rope armed with eight barbed hooks. Clearly, it was some kind of climbing tool.

"Turn around."

The little freak’s piercing gaze fixed on him as she pointed at the device in her hands. "You climb down."

What?

Si Yin nearly thought he’d misheard.

*You want me to climb down?*

*All for Bai Mufeng’s antidote…?*

Si Yin had never heard such a ridiculous joke in his life—but the little freak’s expression was dead-set.

The two stared at each other, Si Yin’s entire body screaming refusal. He cautiously ventured, "Immortal Maiden… when you found me, I was severely injured…"

Subtext: *I can’t climb.*

Tang Qing completely ignored his words and repeated, "Turn around."

After a long silence, he finally relented.

Tang Qing’s device was ingeniously designed—attached to his back without any discomfort, light as a feather.

Then it dawned on him: it was a counterbalance rig. No wonder his body felt lighter.

As for the eight hooks, they were likely meant to create anchor points during the climb.

*Pretty practical.*

As he examined the device on his back, Si Yin reassessed Tang Qing’s puppet-mechanism skills. The little freak truly was a damned genius…

Just a bit ruthlessly pragmatic.

He had assumed Tang Qing intended to wring him dry, her tool. But to his surprise, the little freak decided to descend as well.

Strapped into matching rigs, the two braved the knifing wind, inching downward.

Just as expected, the deeper they climbed, the more the wind-driven ice shards stung their faces. Every exposed finger was frozen stiff, and when Si Yin spoke, his words carried an ache that seeped into his marrow.

Worse still, after descending at least fifty *zhang* (approximately 500 feet), all they saw were icicles—not a single blade of Blue Ice Grass in sight.

Si Yin tried to look downward, but it was nothing but white.

There was not a single trace of Blue Ice Grass.

Dammit! Had I known it’d be this much trouble to find an antidote for Bai Mufeng, I shouldn’t have poisoned him in the first place!

Cursing inwardly, Si Yin suddenly heard that little weirdo beside him speak: "Watch out!"

The hell—?

Before he could react, that little weirdo shoved him. Stumbling, Si Yin only stayed put because the eight spikes on the back device dug into the ice...

The moment Si Yin moved, a huge ice spike slammed down right where he had been.

If Tang Qing hadn’t pushed him away in time, he would’ve been a goner.

Heart still racing, Si Yin noticed that that little weirdo had been grazed by the ice spike while saving him. The impact was so strong that her arm was bent at the wrong angle...

"You..."

Si Yin cautiously spoke up, "Fairy, your hand... are you alright?"

Tang Qing didn’t answer immediately, but her face white as a sheet said it all.

It’s broken!

The brat who had been pretending to be obedient all this time was thrilled! I knew it—following her out would give me a chance to escape!

Si Yin zeroed in on Tang Qing, his hidden hand already raising a silver needle.

The needle was coated with scorpion venom from last time. With the witch being just at Qi Refining stage, a single touch would be fatal!

The silver glinted as Si Yin put on a show of concern, deliberately stepping closer to Tang Qing. "Fairy... let me help you."

Just as the needle was poised midair, Si Yin heard Tang Qing speak: "If I die... the device shuts down on its own."

"Without my device, you won’t be able to climb back up now."

Her face pale, Tang Qing lifted her gaze—those same clear eyes now staring unblinkingly at Si Yin.

Shit!

The needle in midair changed direction as Si Yin pretended not to understand, bluffing, "Heh, Fairy, what are you talking about...?"

"Talking about death when everything’s fine... bad juju."

"I just saw that your arm was injured and thought I could lend a hand."

The two let the matter drop, and Si Yin resumed his earlier helpful demeanor, assisting Tang Qing in finding a narrow outcrop on the ice cliff for a temporary rest.

Tang Qing’s bent arm was at an odd angle—the fracture wasn’t nothing.

"Fairy, you’re injured now, and we’ve climbed a good hundred feet without even a glimpse of the Blue Ice Grass..."

"Shouldn’t we head back up?"

The moment he tentatively suggested it, Tang Qing cut him a look. "I’m not going back."

Her tone was the same stubborn streak as ever.

"Immortal Maiden, even without the Blue Ice Grass, Senior Brother won't perish so easily..."

Before he could finish, Si Yin felt the familiar sting on his cheek again.

This woman had slapped him again—swift, brutal, and pinpoint accurate!

"Senior Brother won't die." Her face ghostly pale, Tang Qing looked at Si Yin with a serious tone. "I warned you not to speak ill of him."

What kind of ill words were those?!

Utterly impossible to reason with. He should have known—this crazy bitch loses all common sense when it came to Bai Mufeng!

Cupping his searing cheek, already raw from the wind, Tang Qing's slap only made it worse...

"So... what now?"

Tang Qing replied, "We descend."

Under Si Yin's incredulous gaze, Tang Qing ignored her shattered arm and began climbing again!

Was she really that damn obsessed with Bai Mufeng? Even with a broken arm, she still had to retrieve the cure for her heart's desire?

Completely bewildered, Si Yin had no choice but to follow the little freak.

It was clear that compared to her initial speed, Tang Qing had slowed significantly. The fractured arm had taken a toll, yet she pressed on, single-mindedly determined to find the Blue Ice Grass.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Si Yin spotted the teal-hued herb at the base of the ice cliff!

"There it is!" His voice was hoarse from inhaling the frigid wind for so long.

Tang Qing was in even worse shape—her arm twisted at a grotesque angle, her lips devoid of color. Yet, her eyes still burned with stubborn determination.

At the sight of the Blue Ice Grass, her determined eyes blazed to life!

Having finally found what she sought, Tang Qing's pale lips curled into a satisfied smile.

Amid the biting wind, her smile was pure and simple—just like the way she looked at Bai Mufeng. To her, this was a heaven-sent treasure...

Si Yin had never seen such a smile before—one born purely out of love for another, unmarred by even a shadow of deceit. For a moment, he was utterly transfixed...