Myriad Snow Palace was the sole immortal land in the Eastern Territory of the Xuanling Realm. Covered in frost and snow year-round, it was a place of sculpted ice and carved jade—a true dwelling of immortals.
When a spatial rift tore open in the plaza before the main hall, the entirety of Myriad Snow Palace shook.
Countless divine senses instantly swept over, but the moment they touched the peerlessly beautiful figure stepping out of the rift, they respectfully withdrew like a receding tide.
Clad in red and looking absolutely magnificent, Su Jinxue was the first to step out.
Immediately after, a tiny head peeked out from behind her—it was Bai Yao.
Looking at the magnificent, otherworldly jade pavilions before her, the young girl's face was a mask of shock and bewilderment.
Finally, a man whose face practically screamed “displeasure” and “grievance” was pushed out by an invisible force. It was none other than Zhang Mingyuan.
This scene caused the jaws of all the Myriad Snow Palace elders and disciples spying from the shadows to drop.
The Palace Master... brought back a mortal girl?
And... Sacred Lord Zhang, he's still in that kidnapped state, haha...
Before anyone could wrap their heads around it, Su Jinxue's cold voice echoed throughout Myriad Snow Palace.
“This girl is named Bai Yao. From this day forth, she is this seat's personal disciple, as well as your Eldest Senior Sister.”
With those words, the entire Myriad Snow Palace was thrown into an uproar.
A mortal with absolutely no cultivation whatsoever had suddenly been dropped from above to become the Eldest Senior Sister of all these proud geniuses?
This was simply unheard of throughout the ages!
However, as this was the Immortal Lord's command, no one dared to raise any objections.
And so, under countless complex, curious, and searching gazes, Bai Yao was led away.
As for Zhang Mingyuan, Su Jinxue casually tossed him into a side hall, grandly dubbed the “Sword-Bearing Attendant's Exclusive Chambers.”
...
Three days later.
Zhang Mingyuan was lying on a thousand-year-old cold jade bed with his legs crossed, pondering how to escape this woman's clutches, when Su Jinxue's completely emotionless voice rang in his mind.
“Go to the treasury and fetch the Nine-Transform Glazed Flower, Rootless Profound Water, and Dragon Blood Bodhi Fruit for Bai Yao... Brew a cauldron of Jade Marrow Body-Tempering Spiritual Liquid to help cleanse her marrow and refine her bones.”
Zhang Mingyuan sprang up from the bed like a coiled spring, his hair standing on end.
“Me?!”
Stamping his feet in rage, he roared at the empty hall, “Su Jinxue, get your facts straight! This seat is the Sacred Lord of Qingyun Heaven! You want me to go mix bathwater for your disciple?!”
What a joke!
In his five thousand years of life, when had Zhang Mingyuan ever suffered such humiliation!
To think that he, a supreme existence who ruled over a sacred ground, had now degenerated into a medicine boy for a mere junior!
“Oh?”
Su Jinxue's voice drifted in faintly, carrying a hint of danger. “Is this seat's disciple not worthy of having you brew a cauldron of spiritual liquid for her?”
Zhang Mingyuan fumed, “Su Jinxue, you go too far! If you have the guts, suppress your cultivation to the Mahayana Stage again, and let's have a duel!”
However, it was not words that answered him.
Boom!
An indescribable, terrifying pressure, like the collapse of the entire heavens, instantly enveloped the side hall.
Under this pressure, space froze, time ground to a halt, and all the laws of the world bowed in submission.
The anger on Zhang Mingyuan's face froze instantly, then deflated at a visible rate, replaced by an extremely flattering smile.
“Wait, wait, wait! Little Xuexue, I was wrong! I was wrong, okay?”
He raised both hands high, pleading repeatedly, “I'll go! I'll go, alright? Please, Great Ancestor, quickly withdraw your divine power! My fragile body can't take this kind of torment!”
The terrifying pressure came quickly and went just as fast, vanishing without a trace in an instant.
Zhang Mingyuan let out a long breath of relief.
Dammit, when under someone else's roof, one has no choice but to bow.
Just then, a timid voice rang out.
“Master, how could I dare trouble Immortal Master Zhang... If possible, I can go fetch them myself.”
It was Bai Yao.
She had clearly overheard the conversation just now, and her small face was filled with panic and unease.
Hearing this, Zhang Mingyuan's eyes instantly lit up, and he immediately gave a thumbs-up to the empty air.
Good girl! As expected of a revenge-trope protagonist, her level of awareness is top-notch!
Reinvigorated, he shouted into the air, “Did you hear that, Su Jinxue? Even the kid said she doesn't want to trouble me. Do you really have the heart to force a five-thousand-year-old elder like me?”
Su Jinxue's voice rang out again, still cold, but carrying an unquestionable dominance.
“Bai Yao is young and doesn't know any better. In this matter, she must listen to her master.”
“Are you going, or not?”
Before her words even finished, that Red Dust Immortal aura that made Zhang Mingyuan's scalp tingle showed signs of rising again.
“I'll go! I'm going! Don't do it! I'm going right now!” Zhang Mingyuan shuddered, almost dropping to his knees.
A great man knows when to yield, and a wise man doesn't fight against impossible odds!
He gritted his teeth and added, “Then give me the key to your Myriad Snow Palace's treasury! You can't expect me to break in, can you?”
“When you arrive, the doors will open on their own,” Su Jinxue left him with those words, and then there was silence.
“Fine, you're the boss.”
Zhang Mingyuan muttered under his breath, straightened his robes, and walked out of the side hall with a dark face.
He made his way to Myriad Snow Palace's treasury. It was a massive palace floating above a sea of clouds, surrounded by visible divine chains of laws that exuded a heart-stopping aura.
The two Body Integration Stage elders guarding the treasury were taken aback when they saw Zhang Mingyuan, but they quickly bowed respectfully. “Greetings, Sacred Lord Zhang.”
Although Zhang Mingyuan was bursting with rage inside, he maintained his dignified bearing as a Sacred Lord on the surface. Nodding faintly, he swaggered toward the treasury doors.
The two elders exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes, but neither dared to ask.
As Zhang Mingyuan approached the ten-thousand-foot-tall ice crystal doors, countless profound runes flowed across its surface, emitting a low hum. Then, the heavy doors actually began to slowly open inward.
Zhang Mingyuan curled his lip and stepped inside.
The world behind the doors made even this Sacred Lord, who had seen plenty of grand spectacles, gasp in shock.
This was no mere treasury; it was a vast, boundless small world!
Countless glowing orbs floated in the sky, each wrapping a powerful magic treasure. On the ground, spiritual herbs grew everywhere; ten-thousand-year vermilion fruits grew like common radishes, and hundred-thousand-year fleeceflower roots grew in dense clusters. In the distance, jade shelves were stacked with all kinds of cultivation techniques and manuals, radiating ten thousand rays of colorful light.
This woman's wealth was simply too damn immense!
However, when Zhang Mingyuan's gaze swept over a certain area, his pupils shrank instantly, and his breath hitched.
That... wasn't that the ten-thousand-acre spiritual field of his Qingyun Heaven Sacred Ground? The very one Su Jinxue had forcibly seized from him!
That was a top-tier spiritual field he had poured countless efforts into, cultivating it with Nine Heavens Soil!
Seeing this familiar piece of land, Zhang Mingyuan's heart bled.
Ugh, it hurts! It hurts so damn much!
A wave of grief and indignation welled up in his chest, but it quickly transformed into a much stronger emotion.
No way! I can't take this loss lying down!
Since I'm in here today, if I don't strip her of a layer of skin, I'll be doing a disservice to that ten-thousand-acre spiritual field!
“Hehehe, smelly Su Jinxue, just watch me strip your treasury clean!”
With those words, he set to work.
While leisurely searching for the herbs on Su Jinxue's list, his divine sense swept out frantically. His hands turned into a blur as he began his grand “stocking up” operation.
“Hmm, Nine-Transform Glazed Flower, that's for Bai Yao. Oh, this million-year-old Star Tears next to it is quite nice. This seat shall gladly accept it.”
“Rootless Profound Water, found it. Oh? There seems to be a piece of Gengmetal Gold at the bottom of this pool? Nice, nice, it catches my eye. Mine!”
“Dragon Blood Bodhi Fruit... got it. Wait, this tree actually bore three Dao Source Yellow Fruits as well? You're far too generous!”
Zhang Mingyuan's movements grew faster and faster, and the smile on his face became increasingly maniacal.
For every item he found for Bai Yao, he stuffed three more into his own portable small world.
For every item he found for Bai Yao, he pocketed a hundred for himself!
He was like a mouse that had fallen into a rice granary, picking treasures to his heart's content.
However, what he failed to notice...
At the highest point of this treasury world, a pair of crimson eyes quietly opened, coldly watching his every move!
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