“No! Please, stop!”
The delicate young girl was currently putting on a masterclass in facial contortions inside the Myriad Snow Palace's Immortal Lord's bedchamber.
At this very moment, her little head had already run through every single thing she had ever done in her life, down to the smallest detail.
She couldn't understand. She wasn't some unforgivable villain, so why was she experiencing this?
She had never ridden an old lady across a river, nor had she ever given wrong directions to a lost little immortal child. She even donated a sum of spirit stones to down-and-out cultivators every year!
She was just a humble maid who wanted to quietly ship her favorite couple!
Please, Immortal Lord, spare her! She would never do it again!
However, these silent, heartfelt cries would not make a miracle happen.
Su Jinxue merely gave her a cool glance. That single look made Nian'an feel as if she had been frozen solid from head to toe.
It was over. She was completely doomed.
This time, it wouldn't be as simple as three days of confinement in the dark room.
“The border of the Eastern Territory. No flying. Walk back yourself.”
As the icy words fell, Su Jinxue didn't even make any unnecessary movements, merely flicking her slender finger.
Nian'an only felt an irresistible spatial force wrap around her.
The magnificent bedchamber before her eyes instantly warped and stretched before vanishing with a swoosh.
Now, there was finally no one left to disturb them.
The deathly silence returned to the bedchamber, leaving only the sound of Zhang Mingyuan's increasingly strained gasps as he was choked.
Su Jinxue's attention returned to the man beneath her. The anger and killing intent in her icy eyes flared ten times stronger than before.
Having her maid witness her in such an unseemly state, her embarrassment and anger naturally transferred entirely onto the culprit.
“Zhang. Ming. Yuan!”
The force in her hands suddenly tightened.
“Ugh...” Zhang Mingyuan's face turned a deep shade of purple. He could feel that Su Jinxue had truly developed a murderous intent.
This crazy woman! She was being a sore loser again!
If this continued, he might actually become the first Mahayana Sacred Lord in the Xuanling Realm to be choked to death by his nemesis!
No, he had to think of something!
In the blink of an eye, an idea flashed through his mind.
Fighting was out of the question; the suppression of a Red Dust Immortal's status was too overwhelming. But he could attack her heart!
Attack the thing this woman cared about most—her damn, incredibly lofty pride!
“Cough... Su Jinxue...” He squeezed a few words out of his throat with great difficulty. “Is... is this all you've got?”
“Can you only... rely on your cultivation realm... to bully others?”
Su Jinxue's movements paused.
Seeing this, Zhang Mingyuan knew he had made the right gamble and immediately turned up the heat. “If you have the guts, suppress your cultivation back to the Mahayana Stage! Fight me at the same realm!”
“Do you dare?!”
“Do you dare to have a fair duel?!”
Every single word of these sentences felt like a heavy hammer slamming ruthlessly against Su Jinxue's Dao Heart.
Who was she?
She was Su Jinxue! The mistress of the Myriad Snow Palace, and the only Red Dust Immortal to successfully attain the Dao in the Xuanling Realm in the past five thousand years!
An existence invincible in this world!
Did she really need to rely on realm suppression to defeat Zhang Mingyuan?
The hands choking Zhang Mingyuan's neck slowly loosened.
The terrifying pressure capable of crushing stars also receded like the tide.
Su Jinxue stood up, looking down at him from above. Her cold voice carried a surging battle intent.
“Fine.”
A single word, carrying the weight of a decree.
The spiritual energy in the sky above the Myriad Snow Palace froze. That immortal aura that towered above all living beings...
...instantly retracted and plummeted, finally stabilizing at the peak of the Mahayana Stage.
“Huu... Cough, cough, cough...”
Zhang Mingyuan clutched his neck, coughing violently as he gasped for fresh air.
The relief of surviving only lasted for a second before being replaced by a surge of wild joy and excitement.
He bounced off the bed, rubbing the red marks on his neck, his face wearing his trademark smug grin.
“Heh, now that's more like it!”
He rolled his wrists and cracked his neck, his joints letting out a series of popping sounds.
“Su Jinxue, oh Su Jinxue. When you were a Red Dust Immortal, I'll admit I couldn't beat you.”
He approached step by step, his smile becoming increasingly arrogant.
“But now that we're both in the Mahayana Stage, do you think I'll be afraid of you?”
Before his voice even faded, he thrust his right hand forward!
Buzz—!
The famous sword, Zhanxue, landed in his hand.
The blade was as translucent white as thousand-year-old ice jade, with a wisp of crimson flame patterns coiling along its spine. The guard was inlaid with royal blood jade, and the hilt was wrapped in red silk, from which a snowy tassel hung.
Zhang Mingyuan raised the sword, and instantly—
...his sword intent pierced the heavens, stirring the clouds and wind.
“Come! Let's fight!”
Zhang Mingyuan roared, pointing the sword directly at Su Jinxue. His entire being was revitalized, exuding an extraordinary aura.
Watching his smug, petty display, Su Jinxue's frozen expression remained entirely placid.
She merely raised her right hand slowly.
In an instant, all the light inside the bedchamber dimmed.
A cold, solitary bright moon slowly rose from her palm.
The moonlight condensed into a sword. The blade was slender and long, completely translucent.
It looked as though it were carved from the purest profound ice from beyond the heavens, radiating an extreme cold capable of freezing the soul.
The famous sword, Xiyue!
Instantly, a bright moon rose above the Myriad Snow Palace.
The moon was as bright as snow, and the snow was as bright as a sword.
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