The hidden successor of the Blood River Sect was currently standing by a remote ice rock with a gloomy expression, the rusty iron sword on his back exuding a faint, bloody stench.
On the shallow beach on the other side.
The Holy Maiden of the Southern Borders, Lan Caidie, was surrounded and protected by several death guards like stars orbiting the moon.
Today, she wore an exotic, dark purple strapless short skirt typical of the Southern Borders. Large areas of her cold, fair, and smooth skin were exposed to the freezing air, but thanks to the protection of the natal Gu within her body, she did not shiver in the slightest.
Intricate silver ornaments were coiled around her slender neck and incredibly soft waist. With her extremely subtle breaths, they produced a crisp, enchanting jingling sound that would make one's mind flutter.
Her lip rouge was painted extremely dark, resembling a poisoned Manjusaka flower, exuding a fatal and bewitching charm.
Every lazy step she took stirred up a faint, sickly-sweet fragrance—a deadly poison capable of making Foundation Establishment cultivators unknowingly fall into an illusion.
Gu Yang withdrew his gaze.
System, consume 10 Destiny Points to deduce intelligence within a ten-zhang radius of Mo Bufan.
A cold, mechanical voice rang out in his sea of consciousness without any fluctuations.
Ding! Command confirmed. Deducting 10 Destiny Points. Remaining Destiny Points: 170
A pale blue light screen unfurled in the darkness.
Blue Intelligence: After having his opportunities repeatedly snatched away, the Blood River Sect successor Mo Bufan has been enlightened by the Blood River Demon Venerable and suspects that someone proficient in divining the heavenly secrets is secretly watching him. Enduring the pain, he split off a drop of Asura Origin Blood and merged it into the cold pool, forging an astonishing phenomenon of a Mystic Ice Wyrm's companion demon spirit being born, and laid down a Blood River Strangling Array beneath the ice rock.
He is only waiting for the mysterious person possessing the deduction method, the Host, to greedily step into the trap.
However, the true Tier-Two High-Grade Mystic Ice Wyrm Companion Demon Spirit is actually hidden three hundred zhang directly below this place, inside a secret ice cave concealed by ancient array patterns. Click to view coordinates
The corners of Gu Yang's thin lips curled into a cold smirk in the shadows, looking at him as if looking at a dead man.
Trying to bait him?
Beneath the distant ice rock.
Mo Bufan bit his fingertip and covertly flicked a drop of blackish-red blood, which exuded a strong stench and terrifying energy, into the deep blue pool water at his feet.
Within his sea of consciousness, the old and sinister voice of the Blood River Demon Venerable sounded, Mo Bufan, you cannot catch a wolf without sacrificing a child. This Asura Origin Blood is enough to pass off as genuine. As long as that bastard secretly spying in the dark dares to come, this Venerable will definitely let him know what it means to have his soul extracted and refined!
Old ghost, are you sure he will come? Mo Bufan stared fixedly at the water's surface, his eyes full of crazy killing intent.
Jie jie jie... Immortal cultivators all strive for profit. Since he has a deduction method, he absolutely cannot resist the temptation of this companion demon spirit. As long as he steps into this ten-zhang radius, even if he is at the Early Golden Core stage, this Venerable will make him peel off a layer of skin!
Just as his voice fell.
Om!
The pool water beneath Mo Bufan's feet unexpectedly emitted an extremely pure and alluring ice-blue treasure light.
As the treasure light shot up into the sky, the spiritual energy within a ten-zhang radius gathered madly, actually forming a small-scale spiritual energy tide!
An exotic treasure is born!
It is underwater! An ice-attribute supreme treasure!
The rogue cultivators on the shore instantly got red-eyed with greed, but hindered by the terror of the Sunken Water Cold Pool, no one dared to be the first to stick their neck out for a time.
Right in this deadlocked silence.
An extreme coldness, sufficient to instantly suppress all the noise, descended upon this shallow beach abruptly.
Even the rolling white frost and cold mist seemed to fear this aura, slowly retreating to both sides.
The Holy Maiden of the Heavenly River Sword Sect, Su Lingyan.
Stepping on the ground full of ice shards, she walked extremely slowly into everyone's line of sight.
Wearing a pure snow-white flowing immortal dress without any variegated colors, it did not ripple in the slightest in the piercing astral wind, as if even the laws of heaven and earth were not worthy of tainting the hem of her clothes.
Her three thousand strands of black hair were tied up with only an extremely translucent cold jade hairpin, revealing that fragile yet extremely proud cold white neckline.
Her eyes were an extremely rare light glazed color, like two cold springs frozen for ten thousand years, without any emotional fluctuations, revealing an extreme indifference that kept people thousands of miles away.
Breathtakingly beautiful, aloof, and unattainable.
She was the white moonlight in the hearts of countless young sword cultivators in the Eastern Region, someone they only dared to look up to, untainted by a trace of mortal smoke and fire.
However.
Standing deep in the shadows, a seven-colored glazed light flashed extremely secretly in the depths of Gu Yang's eyes.
Seventh-layer Dao Foundation, Exquisite Illusion-Breaking.
In those eyes of the grim reaper capable of seeing through all illusions, this aloof and proud fairy of the righteous path was not some god untainted by mortal affairs at all.
That slender back, standing straight like an unsheathed sharp sword, was stretched too tight.
So tight that Gu Yang could clearly capture the sickly pallor on her finger bones clutching the sword hilt, caused by excessive force.
Hidden beneath that pure snow flowing immortal dress was not aloofness, but extreme defensiveness and suffocating despair.
She was like an exquisite piece of porcelain fired by a top craftsman, placed on an altar for people to admire.
Seemingly flawless.
In reality, the inner framework was already riddled with holes. As long as one tapped lightly along the finest crack, this charming and beautiful body would instantly shatter into a ground of poignantly beautiful bloody dregs.
And her long, butterfly-wing-like eyelashes trembled extremely slightly when looking at the ice-blue treasure light at the bottom of the cold pool.
That was an extreme thirst for power.
It was a morbid obsession with breaking her own cage, almost like a moth darting into a flame.
A fake fortune.
Gu Yang coldly gave his evaluation in his heart.
He watched helplessly as this Holy Maiden, revered as a god by the entire Eastern Region, like a blind deer stepping into a hunter's trap, walked extremely coldly and without turning back towards the Blood River Killing Array laid down by Mo Bufan.
He did not voice a reminder, much less have the intention of playing the hero saving the beauty.
Gu Yang's gaze withdrew extremely coldly from her soul-stirring back and turned to the other side of the cold pool.
There.
The Holy Maiden of the Southern Borders, Lan Caidie, had already made her move.
Form the array, raise the bridge.
Lan Caidie parted her red lips slightly, her voice revealing an unquestionable ruthlessness.
The ten trusted death guards standing beside her unhesitatingly slit their wrists.
Large streams of boiling hot blood sprayed onto the ice surface.
Buzz buzz buzz.
Accompanied by a scalp-numbing sound of fluttering wings, hundreds of thousands of completely snow-white Ice Soul Gu exuding a gloomy and cold aura drilled out from beneath the skin and flesh of the death guards.
They madly gnawed at the fresh blood, then connected head to tail, forcefully freezing and building a ghastly white biological long bridge spanning dozens of zhang across the extremely cold lake surface!
Let us go.
Lan Caidie lightly tapped her toes, her graceful body stepping extremely lightly like a purple butterfly onto this bridge built from the bodies of countless Gu insects.
However, just as she led the death guards to the exact center of the lake surface.
A sudden mutation occurred!
Jie jie jie... Lan Caidie, hand over the Myriad Gu Cauldron, and your father here will leave you with an intact corpse!
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ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
