Atop Thunder God Peak, countless purple lightning bolts surged amidst the clouds.
"Ah..."
"My precious granddaughter!!!"
"Ah!!!"
Zhao Wendao exited the illusion with a runny nose and tear-streaked face, his eyes red.
Ever since Qin Ming personally vindicated Lu Ze's illusion that day, countless experts had flocked into the illusion of "This Demonic Cultivator is Not Too Cold".
Zhao Wendao was one of them.
And he was quickly drawn into the story.
In his eyes, Su Di'er was the apple of his eye, his very own granddaughter.
The moment he entered the ending, Zhao Wendao was so infuriated that the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder sizzled around him.
As soon as he exited the illusion, he immediately realized something was wrong—
In the direction of Sword Inquiry Peak, a terrifyingly extreme cold power was gathering!
"True Disciple Li broke through!?"
The sorrow in Zhao Wendao's heart was somewhat washed away, and his eyes lit up.
"I'm afraid it's not as simple as just a realm breakthrough..."
"As expected of the once-in-a-millennium genius of our Lingxiao Sect. Such momentum, I'm afraid no one can..."
Before Zhao Wendao could finish his words.
In the direction of Glazed Fire Peak, the light suddenly dimmed, and a suffocating, profound vortex appeared in the sky, looking just like the end of the world.
It was as if the surrounding light, the spiritual energy...
Everything was being sucked into something.
Zhao Wendao's jaw, which he was just about to close, instantly dropped in shock as if it were going to hit the ground, his eyes filled with horror.
On the entire Glazed Fire Peak, there was only one person who could match such a commotion.
"Lu..."
"Lu Ze!??"
Zhao Wendao was astounded.
If Li Moran was the pinnacle of heaven's favored children, such a frost phenomenon was still within the realm of his understanding.
After all, she was at the late stage of the Soul Formation realm and possessed the unique Ice Phoenix Sword Physique.
But what about Lu Ze?
The phenomenon of a Nascent Soul was a hundred, a thousand times more terrifying than that of a Soul Formation!
Zhao Wendao even suspected that if he were to break through right now, the commotion he'd cause might not be as grand as these two youngsters...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but blush.
And the most terrifying part was that Lu Ze had just stepped into the Nascent Soul realm when he created "Ghost Terror Town"!
In just a short year, he had leveled up two minor realms, heading straight for the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm. What kind of terrifying talent was this!?
Such an advancement speed was unheard of!
"Heaven bless our Lingxiao Sect!"
Zhao Wendao stroked his beard, smiling radiantly.
Right at this moment, the extreme cold icy aura on Sword Inquiry Peak suddenly shrank, and an icy-blue beautiful silhouette flew toward Glazed Fire Peak with immense resentment.
"Uh..."
Zhao Wendao was slightly taken aback.
He had absolutely no doubt that Li Moran was heading over to give Lu Ze a severe beating.
Logically speaking, he should go and mediate the fight between the true disciples.
But at the thought of everything he had experienced in the illusion, Zhao Wendao quickly felt relieved, and a delighted laugh even surfaced on the corners of his mouth.
"Hit him well, hit him well!!"
...
...
"Lu!"
"Ze!"
Above Spirit Jade Pavilion, Li Moran's cold and clear voice carried a rare hint of gnashing teeth.
"Yo, Senior Sister Li, long time no... Holy shit!?"
Lu Ze was just about to greet her when he saw several fierce frost sword auras striking toward his face, and he instantly dodged.
"???"
Lu Ze wiped the frost that had condensed on the tip of his nose and immediately retreated, opening up a distance of dozens of meters.
Li Moran raised an eyebrow.
Although she hadn't used her full strength for the sword auras she unleashed just now, with the eyesight of a Nascent Soul cultivator, even seeing them clearly would be difficult, let alone dodging them.
"Hmph."
She snorted coldly and quietly stuffed the healing medicine she was clutching in her palm back into her storage ring.
"Phew..."
This movement was naturally caught by Lu Ze, and he felt a slight wave of relief in his heart.
Obviously, the other party was in a fit of anger, but she still had some sense of proportion.
She wouldn't actually beat him to death.
"Since Junior Brother Lu is so good at dodging..."
Li Moran narrowed her eyes into a smile tinged with chilliness, as countless profound ice longswords quietly condensed around her.
"Then I don't need to hold back too much, do I?"
"???"
Lu Ze gulped.
He suddenly realized that dishing out tragedies in this world seemed to be a high-risk profession?
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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!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
