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Chapter 250: Submit to Me
Chapter 250: Submit to Me
Chapter 250: Chapter 250: Submit to Me
Translator: 549690339
“Hurry up, stop dawdling.” Seeing Li Youbing and the others standing still, Fang Lin urged impatiently.
Li Youbing’s chest heaved, and behind her, the Li family members were teeming with resentment, wishing they could fight with Fang Lin.
Yang Pojun snorted and pointed his long spear rudely at Li Youbing and her companions. The royal family and members of the Purple Mist Sect were scowling at them too.
This situation made it impossible for even a bitter smile to escape from Li Youbing, finally understanding the feeling of being at someone’s mercy.
So, without uttering a word, Li Youbing silently led the way. Seeing this, the Li family, despite their fury, had no choice but to follow her.
Li Youbing turned to glance at Fang Lin before disappearing into the Ice Palace’s main gate.
The Li family members reluctantly entered the Ice Palace, grimacing in pain, as Yang Pojun’s spear prodded at their backs.
After the last Li family member entered, Fang Lin and the rest waited for a while. Seeing no movement inside, they felt somewhat uneasy.
“What should we do? Should we go in?” Yang Pojun asked, frowning.
Fang Lin’s expression was solemn as he replied, “Of course, we should enter. Li Youbing could be hiding treasures in there. We can’t afford to lose out!”
Without a second thought, Fang Lin kicked the gate open and stepped in.
Seeing Fang Lin’s rash entrance, everyone else offered a bitter smile before following suit.
Fang Lin looked around in bewilderment. Apart from him, there were no other people anywhere. This was something he did not anticipate.
When he looked around, everything seemed grayish. This didn’t seem like the Ice Palace. Where the hell was he?
Fang Lin tried to reach for his Nine Palace Bag, to retrieve something for self-defense, only to discover, to his shock, that the bag was gone.
“Damn it!” Fang Lin was about to explode. How could he lose the Nine Palace Bag without even knowing it?
Suddenly, he realized something was off. Not only was his Nine Palace Bag missing, but he also couldn’t sense his Inner Strength within him.
Even stranger, when he glanced down, he saw that his own body seemed somewhat hazy.
An electric shock went through Fang Lin’s brain. He finally understood — he was not in his physical body, but his spirit.
His soul had appeared alone in such a strange place, and this all started happening when he stepped into the Ice Palace.
His mind suddenly cleared, and he tried not to panic. Although the current situation was weird, at least he hadn’t encountered any danger yet.
He started moving forward. The surroundings were shrouded with a layer of gray mist, with clouded mist swirling beneath his feet, as if he were in a dream.
After a while, Fang Lin stopped. He had no idea how much distance he had covered but everything around him seemed unchanged.
He could vaguely hear melodious chants filling his ears, carrying the power to bewitch, making him feel a bit drowsy.
“Who’s there?” Fang Lin shouted abruptly, his face turning pale. If he fell asleep, his soul might fall into an everlasting slumber, and over time, his physical body would perish.
In the haze ahead, the sound of crisp footsteps was echoing as if a silhouette was leisurely walking towards him.
Fang Lin watched with a vigilant expression, as if he was facing a ferocious Demon Beast.
When the figure began to emerge clearly, Fang Lin’s pupils contracted, and he took two steps backward.
A woman was standing there, dressed in a thin, long skirt. Her face was exquisite, breathtakingly perfect. Her hidden yet visible body added a hint of allure.
Fang Lin shamelessly swept his gaze over the woman’s body, looking blatantly without any restraint.
On the woman’s stunning face, a creepy smile emerged. Her enchanting eyes were staring at Fang Lin.
“Who are you?” Fang Lin asked.
The woman’s lips curled into a faint smile, “I am the Ice Emperor.”
As she spoke, a throne carved from ice materialized behind her. She gracefully occupied the seat, instantly exuding an aura of supreme majesty.
Fang Lin remained expressionless. He couldn’t gauge the credibility of the woman’s words. Moreover, with his soul in such a strange place, who knew what could happen or whether this woman had any malicious intentions?
“You seem very tense,” said the self-proclaimed Ice Emperor, chuckling.
Fang Lin offered a cold smirk, “This is your territory, of course, I’m tense.”
Her smiling expression remained unchanged and was quite alluring. But Fang Lin didn’t let it sway him. He wouldn’t let a woman’s appearance deceive him. In his previous life, his mother told him that the more beautiful a woman, the more careful one needs to be. Behind their beautiful visages often lied twisted hearts.
The Ice Emperor crossed her long legs, posing quite seductively. But Fang Lin remained indifferent, his eyes not even wavering a fraction.
“By coming here, you have agreed to submit to me,” the Ice Emperor declared.
Fang Lin retorted coldly, “I never said I was willing to submit to you.”
The Ice Emperor gazed at him, “But you have entered here. Do you have any room to resist?”
Fang Lin remained silent, showing no signs of panic but displaying surprising calmness instead.
Talking to herself, the Ice Emperor continued: “There are already numerous Ice Servants within my Ice Palace. You will also become one of them. After a hundred years, I can restore your understanding. However, before that, you will become my most loyal servant.”
As she spoke, an odd, intense force rushed into Fang Lin’s mind. This force was incredibly strong, carrying an overpowering chill that threatened to freeze Fang Lin’s entire body completely.
Fang Lin’s face contorted in pain, his eyes locked on the Ice Emperor.
“Submit! become the most loyal servant of the Cold Ice Bloodline. When your Emperor returns, you too will gain the same glory as your Emperor!” The Ice Emperor’s almost frenzied voice echoed in Fang Lin’s ears, his vision blurred. It seemed as if a seductive figure was dancing amidst falling snowflakes.
Visibly, Fang Lin’s body began to freeze from the feet up, gradually spreading upwards.
The Ice Emperor sat on her throne, the smile gone from her face, replaced by a lofty indifference.
Perhaps, to her, Fang Lin was nothing more than an insignificant ant. To be a servant to the Ice Emperor was an honor for such a lowly creature.
But the moment the ice touched Fang Lin’s face, a hint of mockery appeared in his eyes.
At this instant, the Ice Emperor’s face changed drastically.