The surroundings of the Lingyu Pavilion had already transformed into a frozen wasteland.
Shattered ice fragments and broken ice swords were scattered everywhere.
With a sharp swish.
The last three Profound Ice longswords behind Li Moran turned into streaks of crystalline light, thrusting toward Lu Ze at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye.
Lu Ze's figure seemed to ripple slightly. The streaks of light pierced right through his chest, yet he remained completely unharmed.
"Senior Sister Li..."
Lu Ze gulped, cautiously keeping his guard up against the lethal goddess hovering above him.
"Is this move... finished?"
"Mhm."
Only when Li Moran gave a slight nod did Lu Ze finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Li Moran had agreed that as long as he could withstand one of her moves, they would call it even.
Originally, Lu Ze thought that dodging a single ice sword attack would be enough.
But after the first ice sword struck, it was immediately followed by a second, then a third...
Only then did Lu Ze realize the truth.
The sixty-four Profound Ice longswords Li Moran summoned all at once were actually counted as a single move!
Wasn't this just playing dirty?
In his impression, Li Moran wasn't the kind of wicked woman who would play word games with him...
Lu Ze couldn't help but mutter in his heart, "I wonder who she learned that from..."
On the other side, Li Moran stared at Lu Ze with a complex look in her eyes.
She had never expected that sixty-four Profound Ice longswords would fail to take down Lu Ze.
Although she had deliberately suppressed her cultivation base to the early Soul Formation stage, it was still absolutely not something a late Nascent Soul stage cultivator could contend against.
Let alone a late Nascent Soul cultivator, even an early Soul Formation cultivator of the same level wouldn't have been able to withstand those sixty-four ice swords!
One had to know that every single Profound Ice longsword possessed enough power to break through a Soul Formation cultivator's defenses!
Witnessing such strength, even Li Moran, who had been crowned a genius by countless big shots, couldn't help but exclaim "genius" in her heart.
Seeing Li Moran staring at him, Lu Ze felt a bit creeped out and quickly changed the subject. "Did Senior Sister Li achieve a breakthrough?"
"Thanks to you."
Li Moran's lips curled downward slightly.
The stimulation from "This Demonic Cultivator Is Not Too Cold" had been a bit too much for her.
It had even broken through the Ice Phoenix Sword Constitution's suppression of desires and emotions, causing her to experience an explosive surge of feelings.
Everyone believed that emotions were poison to the Ice Phoenix Sword Constitution. Because of this, possessors of the Ice Phoenix Sword Constitution had always maintained an icy, unfeeling demeanor since ancient times.
But in reality, that was not the case.
While channeling her cultivation to suppress her emotions, Li Moran discovered that the Ice Phoenix Sword Constitution actually grew stronger as the emotions dissipated!
It was just that, generally speaking, under the unique nature of the Ice Phoenix Sword Constitution, its possessors almost never experienced strong emotional fluctuations. Therefore, throughout history, no one had ever achieved such a breakthrough.
So, saying that all of this was thanks to Lu Ze wasn't exactly wrong.
"I knew it... Senior Sister Li does look different today."
Lu Ze nodded repeatedly, looking at Li Moran with a smile.
Normally, Li Moran was like a snow lotus on a high peak; her eyes were like frost, exuding a coldness that kept strangers at bay.
But right now, Li Moran's eyes flickered with an indescribable glimmer, like flowing water. Somehow, she actually gave off a hint of a young girl's charm.
"Oh?"
Li Moran raised an eyebrow, the corners of her lips pursing slightly.
Thinking that Lu Ze had noticed the profound changes in her Ice Phoenix Sword Constitution, she couldn't help but hold him in even higher regard.
"How am I different?"
"Compared to before... uh, you seem more human?"
"..."
As soon as Lu Ze's words fell, a terrifying burst of frosty spiritual energy condensed once again.
A full one hundred and twenty-eight Profound Ice longswords appeared behind Li Moran.
"Cough, cough! Senior Sister Li, you misunderstood what I meant... I was saying..."
"Senior Sister Li, please put away your divine ability first, let's..."
"Master, save me!!!"
...
Half a quarter of an hour later.
"Senior Sister Li... could you promise me one thing?"
Lu Ze wiped the ice fragments from his forehead and let out a helpless sigh.
"Tell me first."
Li Moran revealed a rare, beautiful smile.
Giving Lu Ze a light beating had put her in an excellent mood.
"Starting tomorrow, I'll be recuperating from my injuries for a while. If anyone asks, please just tell them that you taught me a very severe lesson..."
Lu Ze quickly explained.
Thinking about how the person who had come to settle scores today was Li Moran, he felt somewhat fortunate.
Even if he couldn't beat her, she wouldn't be completely ruthless.
What if it had been someone else, especially someone he couldn't defeat?
Putting everything else aside, if he ended up provoking a big shot on the level of Qin Ming later on, he would definitely be in for a brutal beating.
Therefore, Lu Ze felt it was necessary to spin this incident properly. He wanted the big shots to think that someone had already done the work of beating him up for them, so they wouldn't need to make a trip over here themselves...
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
