The Frost Abyss Forbidden Ground of the Shangqing Immortal Sect’s Ninth Peak had been the Frost Severance Sword Spirit’s only sanctuary in the ten years since its birth.
A thick white mist blanketed the pool year-round, leaving only deathly silence in its wake, save for the blurred figure at the pool’s center—its master.
A gleaming, slender blade hovered at the edge of the pool, reflecting the face of a man beneath the water—a visage that could rival the purest frost and proudest snow.
Ten years had passed, and the master, using the Ten-Thousand-Year Frost Abyss to nurse his wounds, had yet to wake.
In Peerless Frost’s eyes, its master was the closest thing to a perfect creation. His icy skin and jade-like bones were submerged in the dark waters, his ink-black hair splayed out like an ancient painting carved into the depths.
Yet this perfection in slumber was constantly torn by subtle anomalies: long lashes trembling like falling snow, brows tightly knit like gathered cold clouds, and a sickly thin flush at the corners of his eyes—a sight so jarring it made the sword spirit uneasy.
“Nn…”
Broken gasps pierced through the freezing water, carrying a pain Peerless Frost could not understand, along with a strange, scorching yearning.
It circled the pool’s edge in boredom day after day, its patience nearly worn thin by the boundless silence.
Curiosity gradually began to outweigh reverence—
What was causing the sleeping master such pain? Why was he shedding tears? And what were those strange gasps?
A thought grew uncontrollably, impossible to suppress: while its master was unconscious from his heavy injuries, it would dive into his Sea of Consciousness to find out!
Peerless Frost’s consciousness transformed into a streak of light, quietly slipping through a crack in the master’s Sea of Consciousness.
The scene before it suddenly flipped.
Inside a sickly-sweet dream, its usually majestic and imposing master had his robes half-open, tightly embracing a seductive woman. He lowered his head to bite at her neck, like a lone wolf tearing at its prey.
Peerless Frost shrieked in horror, “Only an enemy held in deep hatred would be bitten like that! This woman must be the one who left Master heavily injured and unconscious. Master is seeking revenge even in his dreams!”
Seeing its master pin the woman across his lap and tear her collar, Peerless Frost became even more certain, shouting with a touch of excitement, “Now that’s a punishment that satisfies! Go, Master! Use more force! Tear her to pieces!”
Author’s Note:
Reading Guide:
1.This is a character-driven emotional story centered on unrequited love. The male lead’s period of secret pining and the “push-and-pull” phase are long; it won’t be a fast-paced mutual romance, so it is a slow burn. The focus is on the romance; romantic scenes will increase after the VIP chapters. It is not recommended for readers seeking high-stakes plot-driven standards.
2.No one is perfect, and neither the male nor female leads have perfect character designs: the male lead is unscrupulous and slightly forceful; the female lead is oblivious to romance and has eccentric logic. In the early stages, they are in a state where the male lead is essentially casting flirtatious glances at the blind. This is a deliberate character setting and does not represent the author’s personal values or worldview.
3.There is a secondary male character involved in a BL (Boys’ Love) sub-plot. Their relationship is never explicitly confirmed in the text and they have very little screen time, but since some readers have pointed it out, consider this a content warning. If this bothers you, please do not proceed.