“You want… to cure me?”
Qing Jin’s icy voice carried a hint of amusement, as if she’d heard the most absurd joke.
Huilian, standing nearby, stared at Bai Yue Ling in shock, “Little White, what are you saying?”
She had indeed considered asking Bai Yue Ling to try purifying Qing Jin’s illness, but it was just a fleeting thought, not something she planned to act on.
Yet now, Bai Yue Ling had boldly declared it herself.
“Are you some kind of jester among the Otherworld Travelers?” Qing Jin said coldly, “Even a level 70 Life Archbishop couldn’t cure me. What can a level 20 priest like you do?”
“How will we know if we don’t try?”
Bai Yue Ling crossed her arms, lifting her ample chest, and tilted her head confidently.
“Since I purified the Forest of Nature, which even the Great Archbishop of Nature couldn’t handle, maybe I can cure the illness that the Life Archbishop couldn’t.”
“Blindly confident weakling,” Qing Jin said, her tone dripping with undisguised disdain, “I’ve seen too many quacks like you, scrambling for fame and fortune, crowding my doorstep. They all swore they could cure me… Guess what happened to them?”
Bai Yue Ling replied, “They failed.”
“No,” Qing Jin said flatly, “I didn’t even give them a chance to try. I froze them into ice sculptures and had the guards smash them to pieces.”
The beautiful woman’s voice was calm, but it carried a bone-chilling coldness, as if she were merely recounting a trivial matter.
She must have had her hopes crushed too many times, leading to despair… Bai Yue Ling speculated inwardly, smiling, “So, Your Majesty, what do you mean?”
Qing Jin said calmly, “If your treatment fails, you’ll sign a contract to serve Huilian as a slave for life.”
“A slave?” Huilian panicked, “Mother, I already have enough maids!”
Bai Yue Ling was someone she’d personally brought here. If anything went wrong, she’d feel deeply guilty.
Unexpectedly, Bai Yue Ling showed no resistance, chuckling lightly, “A slave… So you mean Huilian will be responsible for feeding and housing me?”
Qing Jin nodded slightly, “Indeed, food and shelter, but in return, you must obey Huilian’s every command.”
Bai Yue Ling wiggled her hips smugly, “Hmph, in other words, you want to take care of me for life.”
Huilian was bewildered.
What kind of conversation is this? Why do both Mother and Little White act like they’ve won?
With a gentle wave of the ice-cold beauty’s hand behind the veil, a “paper” made of ice crystals materialized before Bai Yue Ling—a contract drafted on the spot.
Bai Yue Ling took the cold contract and skimmed it.
The terms were simple: Bai Yue Ling must cure Qing Jin’s illness. If she failed, she would become Huilian’s slave, serving her wholeheartedly for the rest of her life.
“If you’re confident, sign it with your blood,” Qing Jin said coolly.
Huilian grabbed Bai Yue Ling’s hand, shaking her head, “Don’t do something foolish. So many renowned healers have failed. You can’t possibly succeed.”
Bai Yue Ling stared at the contract, appearing deep in thought but secretly calling out to Dark Lisa—
“Dark Lisa! Are you sure this will work? You’re not setting me up, right?”
Dark Lisa sneered, “When have I ever failed you?”
Bai Yue Ling shot back, “The Slime Queen incident.”
“…That was an accident.”
On the way here, Dark Lisa had been whispering temptations in Bai Yue Ling’s ear, painting a picture of what it would mean to Dark Fall a kingdom’s ruler—she’d become the shadow queen behind the throne.
The pain was so intense it nearly immobilized her entire body…
With the Queen’s authority, she could spread Dark Fall across the nation, silently corrupting everyone. All conflicts and disputes would cease, as everyone would submit to her will.
From there, using the kingdom as a springboard, she could extend Dark Fall to the entire world, until—world peace.
“She’s an ice elemental mage who took a fire elemental mage as her queen consort, so she’s likely suffering from Scorching Flame,” Dark Lisa explained with her vast knowledge, “Ice and fire are inherently incompatible. Forcing them together results in the Scorching Flame, the price she pays for their union.”
“So it’s because her wife’s element clashed with hers?” Bai Yue Ling quipped, “Can we actually fix this?”
“Of course,” Dark Lisa said confidently, “Our Fallen Angel’s Dark Fall can bring all powers under our dominion, and she’s in a weakened state, so just go ahead and corrupt her with confidence.”
Alright then…
Bai Yue Ling bit her index finger hard, signing “Priest Hero” in bold characters on the icy contract with her blood.
“Good,” Qing Jin retrieved the contract, her voice still calm, “Come in, then.”
Bai Yue Ling walked slowly to the bedside and parted the white veil.
Lying on the bed was a voluptuous, mature silver-haired beauty, her sapphire-like eyes gazing at her coldly. Her fair skin seemed delicate enough to pinch water from, and despite her icy demeanor, she wore only a loose, sheer nightgown that barely concealed her curvaceous figure. The faint fragrance of a mature woman, mingled with bone-chilling cold, didn’t calm the senses but instead gave off an oddly inviting allure.
Upon seeing Bai Yue Ling, Qing Jin’s eyes twitched imperceptibly, as if surprised that the bold speaker was such an adorable girl.
Bai Yue Ling’s breathing quickened, nearly slipping into an Intimidation state.
A mature, married big sister… S-so enticing!
Though this big sister already had a wife and children, it only added to her mature charm.
If I could bring the Queen, her consort, and the princesses into my harem— Ahem, I’m getting ahead of myself.
Bai Yue Ling pouted her hips, bent her knees, and climbed onto the bed, crawling on all fours to Qing Jin’s side.
“Please, Your Majesty, deactivate the Magic-Sealing Barrier. I’m about to begin the treatment.”
As she spoke, Bai Yue Ling boldly lifted her knee, straddling Qing Jin in a near-offensive posture, leaning down to admire the ice-cold Queen’s beauty up close.
Qing Jin remained expressionless, disabling the Magic-Sealing Barrier, and said coldly, “If you dare make any funny moves, I’ll freeze you into an ice sculpture without hesitation.”
In her eyes, a level 20 priest posed no threat, but to prevent any inappropriate actions, she issued a stern warning.
“Don’t worry, Your Majesty. Throughout the entire treatment, I won’t touch your body.”
Bai Yue Ling crawled forward a bit, locking eyes with Qing Jin. Their twin masses of snowy white hair seemed like two fluffy balls, almost drawn together by some gravitational pull.
“I hope your treatment works,” Qing Jin said coolly.
Bai Yue Ling took a deep breath, gazing into Qing Jin’s icy eyes.
In the depths of those eyes burned a raging flame, relentlessly tormenting the beautiful woman’s spirit.
A strand of dark, corrupting power flowed through their locked gazes, sinking into the depths of Qing Jin’s soul, rushing toward that flame—
[You have successfully applied the Dark Fall status to the target Qing Jin.]
[Current Qing Jin Dark Fall value: 1%.]
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