Qingyun Heaven Holy Land.
On the martial arts arena of the main peak, a hundred thousand disciples' sword qi soared into the sky, their shouts like thunder as they practiced the sect's combined attack array.
On the Star-Plucking Platform ten thousand feet above the arena, clouds and mist swirled, and immortal qi was dense.
Zhang Mingyuan leaned lazily against the white jade railing, holding a cup of tea whose spiritual energy had condensed into mist, pointing out the scenery to the sage-like Lingxuzi beside him.
“Old Dog Ling, see that? This is the foundation of my Qingyun Heaven.”
“A hundred thousand disciples, each a dragon or phoenix among men, paired with my sect-protecting array, the ‘Cosmic Stars Primordial Limitless Array’! Never mind your Taixu Holy Land—even if the Heavenly Emperor himself came, I'd peel a layer of skin off him!”
He took a sip of tea, his face full of pride and boasting.
Lingxuzi held a horsetail whisk, a smile in his eyes, pouring tea for himself with extremely elegant movements.
“Not a bad tea. Enlightenment Tea, and from the mother tree on the Snowy Peak of the Myriad Snow Palace, no less. Did you swipe this from Palace Master Su again?”
Zhang Mingyuan chuckled, raising his eyebrows mischievously.
“What do you mean swipe? Can a scholar's actions be called stealing? I ‘borrowed’ it!”
“That woman is incredibly stingy. Last time, I only plucked a few of her Thousand-Year Ice Soul Herbs, and she chased me for three thousand miles trying to hack me down. This time, I took her entire stash of Enlightenment Tea leaves. If she finds out, she'll definitely stamp her feet in anger! Hahaha!”
Just thinking of the expression that might appear on Su Jinxue's perpetual ice-mountain of a face made Zhang Mingyuan feel comfortable all over, and even the tea tasted sweeter.
Lingxuzi shook his head and sighed softly.
“You, a five-thousand-year-old man, still have this kind of temperament. Take it easy. That Palace Master Su is not someone to be trifled with. Don't play yourself to death one day without even knowing how you died.”
“Tch.” Zhang Mingyuan curled his lips indifferently.
He had fought with Su Jinxue for four thousand nine hundred and one years.
Since they first met at the Golden Core Stage when they were three hundred years old, he couldn't stand that woman's aloof demeanor, acting as if she were second only to Heaven and all living beings were but ants.
That face of hers was beautiful, indeed, but she put on too many airs.
So he could never resist wanting to tear through that icy shell to see her lose her temper and grit her teeth at him.
That would give him an inexplicable, ultimate pleasure.
Over the millennia, from Golden Core to Nascent Soul, and from Soul Formation all the way to Mahayana, neither of them could do anything to the other. They had long since grown used to it.
Could she possibly turn the heavens upside down?
The moment this thought crossed Zhang Mingyuan's mind—
The heavens and earth suddenly fell silent.
The shouts of the hundred thousand disciples on the martial arts arena ground to a screeching halt.
The wind died down and the clouds stopped. A wisp of extreme cold descended from the nine heavens, spreading across the entire world.
Immediately following that, endless frost and snow materialized from the void. Each snowflake, crystal clear, contained the ultimate Dao charm as they drifted down slowly.
The sky was dyed a magnificent icy blue, and countless snow-white lotuses bloomed and withered in the air, repeating in an endless cycle, forming a spectacular sight of reincarnation that pierced through heaven and earth.
A supreme, terrifying pressure that transcended all living beings enveloped the entire world.
“This is... someone attaining the Dao of a Red Dust Immortal!”
Lingxuzi stood up abruptly, his face filled with shock.
“What a beautiful celestial phenomenon. What kind of Great Dao is this, to be able to trigger the reincarnation of frost and snow...”
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw that the pride and arrogance on Zhang Mingyuan's face beside him had frozen, replaced by a deathly pale expression.
That aura...
That cold, obsessive aura that he would recognize even if it were turned to ash...
Fuck!
It was Su Jinxue!
That crazy woman had actually attained immortality!
With a shiver, every hair on Zhang Mingyuan's body stood on end.
My nemesis has become an immortal. What do I do?
Is it too late to scurry back to the Blue Star now?
“Jinghong! Chu Jinghong! Get your ass over here!”
“Great Elder! You get over here too!”
Zhang Mingyuan roared, his voice trembling slightly.
He ripped the Holy Lord Seal from his waist and was about to throw it out without even looking.
“Pass the Holy Lord Seal to Chu Jinghong! Once he reaches the Mahayana Stage, he will officially take over the Holy Land! I... I'm going back to my hometown!”
His hands frantically tore at the space in front of him, spiritual energy surging from his fingertips as he tried to lock onto an extremely distant coordinate in the void.
There was no spiritual energy there, no cultivators—only a blue planet.
Seeing his frantic, hair-on-fire behavior, Lingxuzi was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter.
“Old Zhang, is that really necessary? If you knew this day would come, why did you act like that in the first place?”
“Extremely necessary!”
Zhang Mingyuan roared without looking back, his hands moving even faster.
“You know shit! That woman's heart is smaller than the eye of a needle, and she holds the pettiest grudges!
In the past, our cultivation bases were about the same, so she couldn't do anything to me.
Now that she's a Red Dust Immortal, what difference is there between me and an ant in front of her?”
“If I don't run, am I supposed to wait for her to capture me, turn me into an ice sculpture, and place me at the entrance of her Myriad Snow Palace for everyone to gawk at every day?”
Just thinking of that scene made Zhang Mingyuan shudder.
What about his reputation as the Holy Lord of Qingyun Heaven for five thousand years!
“Found it!”
Under his frantic tracking, a faint blue speck of light deep in the void was finally locked onto by him.
Zhang Mingyuan was ecstatic and was about to dive straight in—
Boom!!!
A loud explosion rang out, coming not from the spatial rift in front of him, but from the entire Qingyun Heaven Holy Land.
The sect-protecting array he was so proud of, which supposedly could even withstand the Heavenly Emperor, failed to even produce a single ripple. Like paper, it shattered inch by inch, turning into a sky full of glittering specks of light.
Thud! Thud!
On the martial arts arena, those hundred thousand disciples he was so proud of couldn't even let out a grunt before being pinned to the ground by an unrivaled pressure, groveling and trembling, unable to even raise their heads.
The entire Qingyun Heaven fell into a dead silence.
Zhang Mingyuan's entire body froze in an instant.
He stiffly raised his head.
A snow-white, jade-like hand that blotted out the sky tore through the clouds, slowly pressing down with a terrifying momentum that eclipsed the sun and moon. With absolute precision, it pinched the back of his neck, grabbing him by his fate.
He entire being was hoisted up just like that.
A woman's voice, extremely sweet—sweet enough to be cloying—yet extremely cold—cold enough to pierce the bone—echoed softly in his ear.
There wasn't a single ripple of emotion in that voice, yet it left no room for doubt that the face of its owner was absolutely more terrifying than a hundred thousand thunderclouds.
“Zhang Mingyuan, where do you think you are going?”
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