Su Muwan Breaks Through to the Peak of the True Spirit Realm

Buzz—!

When Qin Luo stepped through the void and landed before the gates of Ten Thousand Spirits Manor, the three supreme treasures in his sleeve were still wrestling with each other.

The Arctic Ice Phoenix essence had frozen half his sleeve solid, while the ancient sword from the Sword Mausoleum was playing a game of chase with the Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir within his dimensional sleeve space, clinking and clattering as they darted about.

"Finally gathered them all," he muttered, flicking away a mischievous elixir spirit trying to escape. His black robes, swirling with snowflakes, pushed open the vermilion doors. "This should be enough—"

His words cut off abruptly.

Through the carved lattice window, he could see Su Muwan sprawled across a cloud-patterned divan.

The young woman’s bare feet swung in the air, leaving afterimages, while her left hand pinched a candied plum.

In her right hand, a cinnabar brush scrawled across the title page of Cold Immortal Lord, Stay Away: "What kind of nonsense is this? Why does he keep smirking like a villain?!"

"Damn it! This side character’s death is so rushed!" Su Muwan’s complaint pierced through the door. "Getting dumped and then jumping off the Immortal-Slaying Platform? If it were me, I’d steal the male lead’s fortune and cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness instead!"

"Heh heh heh~~!!! Now this is interesting...."

Qin Luo’s eye twitched as shadows coalesced into a key in his palm.

The moment the lock turned, a certain white-clad figure frantically shoved something under the divan.

Boom! The doors swung open.

"Su! Mu! Wan!"

A shadow-formed hand slammed onto the edge of the divan, startling the candied plum into tumbling between the pages of Immortal Lord, Love Me Again.

Su Muwan immediately scrambled into a meditative pose. "Nuo-Nuo, you’re back so soon... I was just contemplating the Path of Ruthlessness... Ehehehe..."

"By contemplating how the immortal lord pinned the female lead on the Immortal-Slaying Platform to cure her poison?"

Qin Luo held up Cold Immortal Lord, Stay Away, which he’d fished out from under her bed, as sugar crystals sprinkled from its pages.

He stared, speechless, at the snacks littering her bed and the pile of ancient romance novels she hadn’t managed to hide.

He couldn’t hold back. "This is what you’ve accomplished after three days of seclusion?"

"This is... research into the emotional patterns of ancient cultivators!"

Su Muwan batted her lashes, then suddenly threw herself into Qin Luo’s arms. The scent of snow lotus in her hair mixed with the sweetness of plums as she nuzzled against him. "Nuo-Nuo~ Nuo-Nuo~~ Look, this female lead just cries after being dumped. If it were me, I’d have stolen the male lead’s fortune... Isn’t my clear-headed thinking a form of cultivation too~~?"

She tilted her head up, eyes sparkling like stars at Qin Luo.

Tch...

Qin Luo averted his gaze helplessly.

No good... The young mistress is too adorable. I can’t bring myself to scold her...

Meanwhile, Su Muwan grinned triumphantly at his averted eyes, her lips curling smugly.

Hehe, the cuteness offensive worked.

Pfft, as if Qin Luo could ever outwit this young lady!

Just as she thought that—

Qin Luo turned back, sighed softly, and pressed a fingertip to Su Muwan’s forehead. "This is an opportunity I’ve secured for you, young mistress. Spend the next few days refining all of it."

"Another opportunity?"

Su Muwan blinked, sensing the power flowing into her—ancient Ice Phoenix, sword spirit essence, Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir...

Holy crap.

She looked at Qin Luo. "Did you... Did you steal someone else’s foundation? Are you sure this won’t cause some weird future consequences?"

"Oh, and what identity did you use to rob them?"

Qin Luo shrugged. "The Holy Son of the Primordial Heaven Sanctuary. Anyway, we’ll be long gone after this. Why worry?"

Hey!

You’re acting more like a villain than a righteous cultivator!

Su Muwan was speechless, but what was done was done.

"Refine it is!"

......

Time passed.

As the first moonlight pierced the clouds, the protective formation of Ten Thousand Spirits Manor groaned under strain.

Su Muwan sat cross-legged atop a lotus platform formed of ice crystals. A bristling Ice Phoenix phantom perched on her left shoulder, a river of sword spirits coiled around her right arm, and thirty-six Nine Revolutions Golden Elixirs orbited above her head.

A layer of frost—thin as cicada wings yet piercingly cold—enveloped her. Every exhale crystallized into shimmering ice motes, refracting prismatic light.

"Boom—!"

Suddenly, the entire manor trembled violently.

The suspended golden elixirs blazed like miniature suns, flooding the space with blinding radiance.

They resonated, unleashing golden ripples that froze the very air and warped the fabric of space.

Thankfully, Qin Luo had cast a shadow barrier beforehand—otherwise, the Primordial Heaven Sanctuary’s disciples would’ve sensed the disturbance.

At the same time, the Ice Phoenix phantom on Su Muwan’s shoulder spread its wings, releasing a piercing cry that shook heaven and earth.

Countless icy needles, sharper than blades, erupted from its feathers, shredding even jade floors into dust.

Meanwhile, the sword spirit river around her arm trembled, unleashing a storm of sword intent that turned the manor into a domain of blades. Transparent sword shadows crisscrossed, slicing everything in their path.

The protective formation’s barrier cracked like spiderwebs, on the verge of collapse.

"Not enough yet..."

Su Muwan opened her eyes—now a pure, glacial blue, reflecting storms and stars.

She parted her lips, uttering three soft yet commanding words.

Instantly, the golden elixirs overhead spun faster, merging into a searing pillar of light that tore through the night sky.

The beam scattered clouds, summoned lightning, and unleashed a blizzard that froze distant mountains. Time itself seemed to slow under the spreading frost.

Qin Luo watched from nearby, a faint smile curling his lips.

He couldn’t help but murmur, "The young mistress truly is a monster..."

Just then, Su Muwan raised her hand, palm upturned.

The towering light pillar collapsed inward, condensing into a radiant orb above her palm.

With a flick of her left hand, the Ice Phantom merged into the orb.

Her right hand clenched, and the sword spirits dissolved into starlight, absorbed next.

Finally, the thirty-six golden elixirs plunged into the orb one by one, swelling until it encased her entirely.

Silence fell. Only the orb’s glowing runes pulsed faintly.

Then—

BOOM!!

The orb detonated, unleashing a shockwave that obliterated everything within Ten Thousand Spirits Manor.

Qin Luo quickly raised his Shadow Shield, barely managing to block the terrifying shockwave.

As the dust settled, his gaze fixed on Su Muwan, who remained seated in the same spot—yet her aura had completely transformed.

Her eyes now held the depth of a starry sky, her skin glowed with a faint, luminous sheen, and she radiated an air of both divinity and danger, like an ice goddess descended upon the mortal realm.

Behind her, twelve phantom thrones materialized, woven from ice crystals and sword intent. Upon each throne sat an illusion identical to her—some gripping longswords, others cradling phoenixes—all exuding majesty and dominance.

"Peak of the True Spirit Realm…"

Su Muwan murmured softly, a satisfied smile curling at her lips. "Hah, it's nothing special after all."

Qin Luo chuckled. "Congratulations on your breakthrough, Young Mistress."

"Still…"

He glanced at the devastation around them—the barrier formation had long been shattered. "We’ll have company soon."

"So what? Fight them?"

"No. I’ll hide you."

"…What?"