The entire hall fell into deafening silence, broken only by the faint sounds of ice forming and shattering, and the weak gasps of the wounded.
The once-rowdy and tense conference room now resembled a frozen ruin, buried under an eerie stillness.
Everyone, including Ouyang Xuan and the others, stood rooted in shock.
Their pupils contracted as they stared at the scene before them, which had ended in an instant.
What?
Did she just... make her move?
Did she just effortlessly cripple all the diplomats sent by the sects?
What happened to "When two nations are at war, envoys are not harmed"?
The surviving disciples of the ancient sects lay on the ground, their faces drained of color.
Their disbelieving gazes locked onto the crystalline figure, radiant as a divine being.
A god?
No...
That was... a demon!
The memories buried deep in their minds resurfaced at last.
The Frostfiend!
This woman, Su Muwan—she looked exactly like the Frostfiend from the Profound Heaven Realm all those years ago!
Clap—clap—clap—
"As expected of the young miss."
At that moment, Qin Luo stepped forward, slowly applauding. His figure flickered in and out of view amidst the icy mist.
With every step, the frozen ground beneath him emitted faint cracking sounds.
After sweeping his gaze over the paralyzed sect disciples sprawled on the floor, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
Just as he had predicted.
Muwan’s strength was more than enough to deal with these cannon fodder weaklings below the T0 tier.
Su Muwan, meanwhile, deactivated her Frostfiend mode and stood to the side with a light hum.
Still, she couldn’t help but glance at Qin Luo curiously. "If we cripple these people, what about the original plan?"
Qin Luo shook his head slightly and chuckled. "What if I told you this was part of the plan?"
The ancient sects were arrogant to the core. Naturally, they wouldn’t send their true elites to a meaningless alliance meeting like this.
Which meant… there was plenty of room for manipulation.
The surviving sect members trembled, their eyes filled with terror and wariness.
It wasn’t just Su Muwan’s terrifying appearance that unsettled them.
It was Qin Luo’s words that truly horrified them.
A plan?
What plan?
Could it be—?!
One of the sect elders, his lips quivering, managed to choke out, "Madness! This is madness!"
"The Alliance has lost its mind!!"
Pointing at Su Muwan’s face, he shrieked in terror, "You’ve actually allied yourselves with the Frostfiend!"
"We’re doomed! The world is doomed!"
His voice was hoarse with fear, all traces of his former arrogance and authority completely gone.
Su Muwan: ???
Qin Luo: "......"
A pale-faced elder from the Lingjiu Palace, barely clinging to life, gasped, "A deception... this was all a deception!"
"Ha... hahaha!"
"Just as the Supreme Ancestor warned… No wonder he told us not to provoke modern martial artists!"
"So this is why!"
"I understand now! This was all part of that venomous witch’s scheme!!"
In that instant, every last one of them had transformed from their previously domineering selves into broken, terrified wrecks.
Their eyes brimmed with sheer horror.
Feng Chu, too, stood frozen in place, his face twisted in shock as he stared at Su Muwan.
The image of her in that frozen state earlier—he would never forget it for the rest of his life.
The Frostfiend?!
The one who single-handedly declared war on the Profound Heaven Realm?
The one who slaughtered the Seven Supreme Elders?!
Even a powerhouse like Grandmaster Lu was reduced to nothing but dust under her hand!
Could it be…
They were sealed away and preserved until now…
All for the purpose of—
Thud!
Feng Chu collapsed to the ground, his body limp, his expression one of sheer terror, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.
In her past life, the Frostfiend could absorb the cultivation of prodigies to strengthen herself.
In other words…
The reason she had frozen them all was to keep them—
Like food stored in a freezer!
None of them could forget that day.
The day seven Supreme Elders fell, and the entire world was transformed into an icy wasteland.
So, that demon still existed to this day?!
Their faces ashen with despair, the sect disciples slumped to the floor.
Only Su Muwan remained utterly baffled. She tugged at Qin Luo’s sleeve, whispering, "Hey, hey, Qin Luo, what the hell are these guys muttering about?"
"‘Frostfiend’ this, ‘Frostfiend’ that—did I just beat them stupid?"
Qin Luo fell silent for a moment before a thought occurred to him.
Was it possible…
This had something to do with that bronze cauldron?
"They might not be entirely wrong."
Su Muwan immediately scowled. "Excuse me? How the hell am I a demon?"
"Have you ever seen a demon as gorgeous as me?"
"Understood, young miss. I’ll explain everything in detail once we return."
"But before that..."
Qin Luo turned his gaze back to the despairing sect disciples.
A faint golden light flickered in his eyes as he spoke.
"All of you, swear an oath."
"Pledge eternal loyalty to Lady Su!"
[Commanding Words—Activate!]
[Charming Eyes—Activate!]
In an instant, under the dual effects of his control—
The mentally and physically exhausted disciples found themselves chanting involuntarily:
"We swear eternal loyalty to Lady Su!"
"We swear eternal loyalty to Lady Su!"
"We swear eternal loyalty to Lady Su!"
[Unified Army—Activate!]
Instantly, their loyalty shot up to 100%, with no chance of betrayal.
Then—
Qin Luo snapped his fingers.
Countless shadowy hands materialized in front of the crippled disciples.
Slap—slap—slap—!!
A relentless barrage of slapping sounds echoed through the hall.
Under Ouyang Xuan’s stunned gaze, the disciples were miraculously restored to their original states.
The ice gradually melted away, and the once-arrogant or terrified expressions on their faces were replaced with unwavering respect.
They stood at attention, bowing deeply to Qin Luo and Su Muwan.
"Lady Frostfiend, we await your command."
For the love of—I still have no idea what this ‘Frostfiend’ nonsense is about!
Su Muwan couldn’t help but facepalm internally.
Ouyang Xuan and the others took a deep breath.
Well, damn.
Did they just… turn the entire enemy force?
They exchanged glances, struggling to process what had just happened.
They had been fully prepared for battle, only for the enemies to suddenly surrender?
With the matter settled—
Qin Luo smiled in satisfaction.
Perfect.
All his meticulous planning had led to this—forcing them to trigger the [Unified Army] effect.
Now, for the next step...
He snapped his fingers again.
Gurgle—!
In an instant, thick black mist surged from the floor, and several figures emerged from within.
Jiang Zixuan, Huang Lingyu, Huang Lingfeng, Chen Gong, Little Qing, Shen Fei, Zhu Lan…
"Luo-ge."
"Young miss."
Shen Fei and the others had been briefed beforehand, so they weren’t surprised.
Su Muwan, however, blinked in confusion.
Huh? Why did he summon Zhu Lan and the others?
What was Qin Luo planning?
She got her answer a second later.
Qin Luo turned to Shen Fei and the exchange students arranged by the Alliance.
"Each of you, pick a sect to infiltrate. Bring your phones—I’ll contact you when needed."
Ouyang Xuan’s eye twitched.
...You’re disturbingly modern about this.
With that, Qin Luo turned to Su Bailian, then pointed at Feng Chu and said, "This is the Primordial Holy Land. Go in and wait for further instructions."
"Oh!"
Su Bailian nodded. Originally, she had been terrified.
But for some reason—
after witnessing Su Muwan in action and Qin Luo’s bizarre abilities—she found herself strangely calm.
Hoisting a large backpack, she rolled her eyes internally as she trudged into the ranks of the Primordial Holy Land’s disciples.
Life’s tough, sigh.
After this undercover mission, mark my words—this lotus is retiring for good!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
