Gu Fan stepped over the shattered, sludgy remains of the last Nether-Stone Sentinel, and walked away leaving black footprints on the pristine stone floor.

He walked straight through the massive, ornate stone door and into the inner sanctum.

The moment he crossed the door, the temperature around him plummeted. It was an unnatural, bone-chilling cold that seeped through his tough skin and sank directly into his marrow. Even his breath plumed into thick white clouds in the freezing air.

The sanctum was a circular chamber, and the walls were made of dark, smooth black rock, reflecting the mesmerising blue light.

In the exact centre of the room stood a single black pedestal.

Floating two inches above the pedestal was a fist-sized cluster of blue flames. It didn’t crackle or spit like normal fire. Instead, it burned in absolute, eerie silence, casting long, dancing shadows across the walls.

This was the Blue Ghost Fire that Gu Fan has been after. This was also the first major plot opportunity that Gu fan had stolen from Gu Chen.

It wasn’t some absolutely out of the world, pinnacle of treasures sort of thing in his novel. But it was the crucial, early-stage cheat item he had written specifically to skyrocket Gu Chen’s initial progression.

"Finally," Gu Fan smirked.

He walked up to the pedestal. His green eyes reflected the dancing blue light.

He did not waste time admiring the fire. After riding on the high of slaughtering twelve peak-level statues, he felt invincible.

He didn’t hesitate, as he reached out with his bare hand to grab the flame.

But the very second his fingertips breached the air around the pedestal, and touched the Blue flame, the quiet blue flame violently erupted.

BOOM!

A massive, blinding pillar of cold-fire shot upward which expanded in a shockwave of sheer spiritual pressure.

Before Gu Fan could react, the blast hit him squarely in the chest with the force of dozens of elephants, and sent him flying backwards, skidding across the floor.

The skin on his hand blistered and cracked from extreme frostbite.

"Fucking hell!" Gu Fan cursed as he stared at the fire on the pedestal vanish in front of his eyes.

And before he could even push himself up, a dry, wheezing laugh echoed through the chamber.

It vibrated directly inside his skull, the voice of the very amused, old man from before..

"Hahahaha! Oh, look at the little bug go flying!" The elderly voice cackled, sounding thoroughly entertained, "I knew it was going to get you! Hahaha!"

Gu Fan gritted his teeth, looking up at the ceiling as he pushed himself onto one knee, "You think you are funny, old man?"

"I think I am hilarious, boy," the Sovereign chuckled, the voice carrying the tone of an eccentric cultivator who had long ago ascended past this lower realm, leaving behind only this playful remnant soul, "You smash my stone toys out there and think you can just grab a Ghost Fire like a candied apple? Do you even know what you are trying to touch?"

"How naive!" The tone of the voice shifted.

"That little blue spark is a marvel of the Netherworld," the Sovereign boasted.

"Assimilate it, and your Alchemy will rival grandmasters."

"It naturally repels and incinerates thousands of mortal and spirit-grade toxins."

"In battle, it will freeze your enemies’ meridians before burning their flesh."

"It is absolute offense and absolute defence wrapped in a pretty blue ribbon."

"It is my precious!" The Sovereign let out another dry, rasping laugh.

"But you don’t just pick it up, impudent boy."

"To inherit my precious, you must prove your brain isn’t as thick as your skull."

"Your will isn’t as easy to break as the golems out there."

"So let me welcome you to the Oracle’s Labyrinth."

"The Last trial."

"But..." Before Gu Fan could ask what the hell the old goat meant, someone called him from behind.

"Gu Fan."

Gu Fan froze, as he lowered his hand and his brow furrowed in confusion.

He slowly turned around, only to see standing by the doors of the sanctum was Bai Bing.

She was breathing heavily, her pale skin was flushed against the freezing air.

She had completely discarded her robes, and in front of him she was completely naked, with her hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, covering her boobs.

Her normally cold, arrogant eyes were half-closed, glazed over with raw, unadulterated lust.

"Bai Bing?" Gu Fan muttered, genuinely surprised, "How did you get past the..."

"I couldn’t stay away," she interrupted, taking a shaky step toward him. Her voice dripped with pure honey, echoing softly off the dark walls, "I could not stop thinking about you... About us... the time we..."

"The fire you have lit inside me... it burns. I need you... I need you inside me."

Gu Fan stared at her for a long second. He looked past her at the shattered remains of the Sentinels outside the door.

He let out a snicker. He was about to start the last trial, get the one thing he joined this hunting competition for, and for the icing on the cake, the bai Clan genius can’t get enough of him.

"You followed me all the way down here just for another round?" Gu Fan smirked, his ego inflating.

But Bai Bing didn’t answer him with words. She stepped right up to the black pedestal and pressed her soft, warm breasts directly against his bare, scarred chest.

"You tell me," she whimpered, looking up at him with desperate eyes.

"I will tell you," Gu Fan smirked, "We don’t need to waste time on words."

He reached up, grabbing a thick fistful of her dark hair, Gu Fan pulled roughly, forcing her head back and exposing her long, elegant neck. Bai Bing let out a sharp gasp, her eyes widening.

Gu Fan didn’t give her a chance to speak. He pulled her face down and smashed his lips against hers.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was aggressive and dominant. He forced his tongue into her mouth, exploring her mouth.

"Uhmmm Gu fan!" She moaned into the kiss, her hands gripping his broad shoulders. A thick string of saliva connected their mouths as they breathed heavily.

Gu Fan’s large hands moved down her smooth back, squeezing her soft, plump ass cheeks. He kneaded the soft flesh aggressively, leaving red handprints on her pale skin, as he pulled her body closer against his crotch.

The freezing temperature of the sanctum seemed to have vanish entirely as the heat between their bodies ignited.

"You are wet enough to take me in," Gu Fan grabbed her hips and flipped her around in one swift, violent motion, pressing her face-down directly against the cold obsidian floor next to the pedestal.

"Yes! I love how you do it!" Bai Bing gasped as the freezing stone bit into her skin. Gu Fan knelt behind her. He didn’t waste time feeling her wet pussy.

He grabbed her hips, pulled his panty to the side and placed his cock against her pussy before thrusting it inside her.

"Ahhh!" Bai Bing screamed, her fingers clawing at the dark stone, "Gu Fan! It feels so good."

Gu Fan smirked, and continued to slam into her wet, tight pussy with relentless force, and the sound of their bodies slapping against each other echoed in the haunting blue light of the chamber, defiling the sanctity of the old man’s Sanctum.

"You have become addicted to this, haven’t you, sister Bing?" Gu Fan leaned in as he grabbed her breasts, and squeezed the soft mounds roughly, pinching her stiff, dark pink nipples hard enough to make her whimper.

"Yes! Your cock is the only thing I want!" Bai Bing screamed, "Stretch my pussy. Shape it for your cock!"

"Yes... harder... please," Bai Bing moaned, her eyes rolling back.

Gu Fan thrust deeper, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was completely immersed, lost in the tight heat of her pussy that he felt the familiar surge of a climax building rapidly at the base of his spine.

"I am about to cum, sister Bing," Gu Fan grunted, as his pace picked up.

"Me too... Let us come together Gu fan," Bai Bing begged, "Give it to me!"

With one final, brutal thrust, Gu Fan roared, climaxing deep inside her.

At the exact same second, his expression went completely dead. The lust vanished from his green eyes, replaced by absolute, calculating coldness.

He wrapped his hand around her delicate throat.

CRACK!

Without a word he snapped her neck, and Bai Bing’s body instantly went completely limp. Her arms dropped, her head slumped sideways against the obsidian floor, and her lifeless eyes stared blankly into the blue light.

Gu Fan slowly pulled out of her, his face devoid of emotion.

"Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?" Gu Fan sneered coldly down at the corpse. "Her pussy is tight, but it’s nowhere near this warm."

"And the real Bai Bing would have tried to stab me at least twice before spreading her legs."

For two seconds, the limp body lay motionless on the stone.

Then, the beautiful, naked corpse of Bai Bing instantly shattered into a million pieces of broken blue glass, and dissolved into a vortex of swirling colours.

"I don’t just think with Little Gu fan, you idiot!"