A light drizzle began to fall from the sky.
In the heart of a certain person who was about to die, Nian'an could no longer feel the cold.
The moment her eyes clashed with the two gazes from inside the hall, she felt as if her very soul had been frozen solid.
It was over.
Everything was completely over.
She had seen what she shouldn't have seen, and heard what she shouldn't have heard.
This was no longer a simple case of a shipping fantasy crashing down; this was a silencing scene on the level of a creator god!
Zhang Mingyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly cursed his bad luck.
For leverage was always most effective before it was actually used.
Su Jinxue's face was incredibly cold—an expression she only wore when she was harboring an extreme intent to kill.
At times like this, even Zhang Mingyuan, who had fought her for nearly five thousand years, would feel a chill of fear.
She didn't spare Nian'an a second glance, merely raising a single finger with cold indifference.
There was no pressure, and no sound.
The space around Nian'an began to twist and fold in a bizarre manner, like a painting being casually crumpled by an invisible, massive hand.
“Imm—”
Nian'an managed to utter a single weak syllable before she completely vanished from the spot, as if she had never existed at all.
With a creak, the wind blew the hall doors shut, once again isolating the room from the outside world.
Zhang Mingyuan's pupils shrank violently.
Holy crap?!
This woman... actually vaporized her?!
She would kill even her own personal maid just like that? Simply because the girl had stumbled upon her secret?
A chill rushed from the soles of Zhang Mingyuan's feet straight to the crown of his head.
Crazy! This woman had gone completely mad!
He had always thought Su Jinxue was merely proud and vengeful, but he had never expected her to be this ruthless!
What about him?
Not only was he the instigator, but he was also threatening her with a Projection Stone...
Zhang Mingyuan felt a cold breeze on the back of his neck, as if he could already see himself being ground into cosmic dust.
“Su... Su Jinxue...” he stammered, attempting one final struggle.
However, Su Jinxue had already turned around, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him.
She walked very slowly.
Yet with every step she took, the temperature inside the bedchamber plummeted.
Hexagonal snowflakes shimmering with an eerie blue light began to condense in the air, visible to the naked eye.
Each of these beautiful snowflakes contained a terrifying power capable of freezing a star or erasing an entire world.
They swirled around Su Jinxue, and as she drew closer, they began to drift toward Zhang Mingyuan.
Crack... Crack...
The floor, the walls, the pillars... everywhere the snowflakes touched was instantly covered in a thick layer of profound ice.
Zhang Mingyuan retreated step by step until his back pressed against the cold wall covered in profound ice. There was nowhere left to run.
Looking at that slowly approaching face—breathtakingly beautiful yet filled with endless killing intent—alarm bells rang frantically in his mind.
Today, he might actually meet his end here!
But he was, after all, the Sacred Lord of Qingyun Heaven who had fought her for four thousand nine hundred and one years, a Mahayana cultivator who had weathered countless storms!
Even under this Red Dust Immortal pressure, which was enough to shatter the minds of all living beings, he still managed to force down the trembling of his soul.
“Let me tell you, don't do anything rash!”
His voice cracked slightly from extreme tension, but his logic remained incredibly sharp:
“I've set a passive secret technique in my soul! The moment I die and my soul imprint is extinguished, that Projection Stone recording us... kissing will be automatically uploaded to the Heavenly Dao!”
“Then, it will be sent directly to the spiritual jade of every single cultivator in the Xuanling Realm in full, high-definition glory!”
“When that happens, your private bedroom affairs as the master of the Myriad Snow Palace and the world's only Red Dust Immortal will be known to everyone under heaven... Think about that!”
After speaking, he swallowed hard. There was no such thing as a passive secret technique.
He only hoped that under the threat of losing her reputation, Su Jinxue would regain a shred of rationality.
Hummm...
Su Jinxue's steps halted.
Only a single foot of space separated them.
Zhang Mingyuan could feel the soul-freezing chill carried by her breath.
In those red eyes that had once looked down upon all living beings, nothing remained but pure, physical killing intent.
Zhang Mingyuan's heart almost stopped beating.
Had he lost?
Did this crazy woman really not care about her reputation?
Yet, at the very last second before that world-destroying power could erupt, the frozen expression on Su Jinxue's face suddenly shifted.
She stared intently at Zhang Mingyuan, at that face that made her feel both hatred and irritation.
Biting her lip, a layer of tears once again welled up in those red eyes that usually brewed endless frost and snow.
Immediately following that, Slap! A crisp slap echoed throughout the entire bedchamber.
Outside, parasol leaves and falling snow drifted together.
Zhang Mingyuan's head was knocked to the side. He had rehearsed countless scenarios in his mind, but he had never expected this—that Su Jinxue would wear such an incredibly aggrieved and complex expression, tears shimmering in her eyes, as she slapped him with all her might, devoid of any spiritual energy or divine abilities.
He... was dumbfounded.
Before he could react, a voice that could make anyone's heart tremble reached his ears.
“Zhang Mingyuan, you've gone too far!”
As soon as the words left her mouth, his murderous nemesis, whom he had fought for four thousand nine hundred and one years, transformed into a flurry of wind and snow, vanishing from his sight.
Zhang Mingyuan was completely bewildered. Everything that had just happened completely shattered his understanding—his understanding of Su Jinxue.
In his memory, even if Su Jinxue were slashed by blades, struck by Nine Heavens Tribulation Lightning, poisoned, cursed, or tormented by inner demons to the point of sleeplessness, she had never once showed such an expression...
Much less cry, or act like a bullied little girl, slapping him—the culprit—before huffing, “You've gone too far! I'm never talking to you again!”
Heavens, he felt that something must have gone wrong with this world. He wanted to check the will of the Heavenly Dao and the laws of heaven and earth right now.
Or perhaps the Xuanling Realm was a virtual world created by some almighty expert, and right now, this virtual world had developed an extremely severe bug!
Clutching his face, his mind drifted far beyond the highest heavens, leaving only an empty shell leaning against the frost-covered wall of the bedchamber.
She hadn't killed him.
She had slapped him and run away.
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