Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 613 I am a Rabbit-Eared Clan 31

The better part of a month passed in a cold numbness and the fear of being tagged.

The wounds on my body have mostly healed under the influence of those potent drugs, leaving behind pale pink new flesh.

The brand on her shoulder had become a hideous, dull scar. The silver-gray roaring tiger head brand on the back of her neck, however, was embedded in her skin as if it were alive, its silver eye emitting an undeniable glint of light and chill, signifying the fundamental change in her identity.

As the morning dawned, signaling the start of the journey, Yun Chu was led to an open space in the center of the camp.

The Tiger Clan's occupying army was massive and filled with a chilling atmosphere.

The main force consisted of warriors riding strong warhorses, but the core of the team was surrounded by an elite guard riding huge beasts.

These beasts resemble ferocious saber-toothed tigers, with a size comparable to a small mammoth. Their bodies are covered in silver-gray fur that looks like it's been forged from cold iron. Their four feet tread the ground silently yet powerfully, and their muscle lines are full of explosive power—they are the top mounts from the Frozen Mountains, the main city of the Tiger Clan, the Silver Frost Saber-toothed Tigers.

Yin Yan was already mounted on his personal mount. The Silver Frost Saber-toothed Tiger was exceptionally tall and mighty, its silver-gray fur shimmering with a metallic luster in the rising sun, and its cold golden eyes were just like its master's.

Yin Yan was dressed in a smart, fitted silver-gray general's uniform, with silver trim outlining cold patterns on the collar, cuffs, and hem.

He wasn't wearing a helmet; beneath his short, silver-gray hair, his eyes, like molten gold, calmly swept across the assembled ranks, finally settling precisely on Yun Chu, who had been brought to his mount.

His gaze was colder than the surrounding air; he asked no questions and uttered no further words.

With just a glance, the guard beside him—still the tattooed guard—lifted Yun Chu up as if she were an object and handed her to Yin Yan.

Yin Yan didn't even bend down; instead, an arm covered in short, silver-gray fur and still sharp claws reached out and precisely grasped Yun Chu's arm, pulling her up with what appeared to be effortless strength.

The icy feeling instantly penetrated her thin clothing and reached her skin, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

She wasn't sitting in the front or back; instead, Yin Yan positioned her sideways right next to him in a position of absolute possession.

This position meant she was practically leaning against his hard, cold chest. The Silverfrost Saber-toothed Tiger's broad back was large enough to accommodate her, but the space still felt excessively cramped and dangerous.

The group began to move. The Silverfrost Saber-toothed Tiger's steps seemed light yet were exceptionally swift, each step covering an extraordinary distance, so stable that there was almost no bump, but its cold and massive beast body exuded a primal sense of oppression and a chilling aura.

At first, it was silent. The wind howled in my ears, and the earth rushed past beneath my feet.

Yun Chu's whole body stiffened, and the brand on the back of her neck sent a continuous chill through her, reminding her of her identity.

She tried her best to minimize her presence, ignoring the cold touch of Silver Flame's chest against her back and the unique scent of ice, minerals, and herbs emanating from him.

However, the silence did not last long.

As the beast's pace changed, Yin Yan seemed to "adjust" his posture. His left hand, which had been resting loosely on the beast's neck armor, slid down naturally and with an air of self-assured control, and circled around Yun Chu's waist and abdomen.

Yun Chu's body tensed up instantly! The icy touch felt like a coiled venomous snake.

This was not the end. Yin Yan's hands were not still resting. His fingers, with a casual yet incredibly precise exploration, slowly caressed the flat area of ​​her lower abdomen.

The claws, applied through the clothing, were not particularly forceful; they could hardly be called a caress, but rather a cold, slightly forceful press.

It was like checking the curves and tightness of an object, or feeling the tension in the muscles beneath her skin and the uncontrollable slight tremor.

"..." Yun Chu gritted her teeth, suppressing a gasp of shock and humiliation that almost burst from her throat.

The brand on the back of her neck seemed to intensify the chill, like a silent mockery of silver flames, leaving her nowhere to escape. Her heart pounded, and half of her blood seemed to rush to her head, bringing dizziness, while the other half froze into ice.

Yin Yan showed no extra expression or words.

His gaze seemed to remain fixed on the marching procession ahead, his golden eyes calm and undisturbed. Only the movement of his left hand, encircling her waist, betrayed that he was not entirely oblivious.

He was handling her as if she were a newly acquired, valuable collectible. Every press, every seemingly casual swipe, deepened the imprint of her "favored servant" status—not just the one behind her neck, but also the shackles on her body and soul.

His right hand still held the reins firmly, controlling his mount.

This posture perfectly combines absolute control with cold, lewd playfulness.

Yun Chu could feel the cold touch of the mount's fur, the cold chest and aura of the man behind her, and the undisguised indifferent gaze of the huge golden beast eyes in front of her when they occasionally glanced back at her, towards the weak prey.

The cold embrace and the sacrilegious hand around her waist created a mobile prison that filled her with even more despair than the obsidian cell.

The return journey to Tiger City became the first stage for Silver Flame to assert ownership and explore his new "toy".

She felt like a piece of meat placed on a chopping board, surrounded by the ravages of wild beasts and enveloped in icy cold, awaiting the unknown yet inevitably cruel fate that would dissect her.

The road ahead does not lead to liberation, but to deeper confinement and torment.

During the short rest day, sunlight filtered through the sparse branches and leaves, temporarily dispelling some of the chill of the north.

The group set up camp beside a sheltered ravine. The tattooed guard handed Yun Chu a rough wooden bowl containing several wild fruits, freshly picked from nearby bushes, their color as vibrant as blood.

Yun Chu held the bowl and sat beside a cold rock, far from the main area where the tiger warriors were active, yet always under the indifferent gaze of several guards.

She lowered her head, mechanically picked up a fruit, and quickly rinsed it in the icy stream.

The icy water stung her knuckles until they turned red, but that slight sense of control over her body was a rare moment of respite after days of this.

The flesh is cool and slightly astringent, and the juice has a barely perceptible sweet and sour taste.

She ate in small bites, trying her best not to think about the persistent, chilling sensation at the back of her neck, or to feel the invisible connection between the brand and the silver flame.

Until she bit into a slightly ripe fruit, the crimson juice instantly stained her pale lips, like a red plum blossom suddenly blooming in the snow, adding a touch of sickly "vitality" in an extremely abrupt way.

Almost the instant that glaring red touched her lips, a cold gaze locked onto her.