The Frost Realm, a land of piercing cold.
Once, someone nearly ascended to immortality but met with calamity. The essence of the Great Yin spread, freezing this minor world. Even after hundreds of thousands of years, the chill remains bone-deep.
Yet, life is ever tenacious.
Beyond the central region, where snow blankets the land and ancient tribes lie frozen, the distant edges no longer see snowfall. The earth remains hard and frigid, but against all odds, resilient vegetation has emerged.
This was a mountain range—vast and towering, peak after peak stretching into the heavens.
Arriving here felt like stepping into the age of myths. Each mountain stood majestic, as if a sanctuary for immortals, yet eerily silent.
The range bore peculiar flora. Some peaks gleamed white, adorned with snow peaches, their petals drifting in the breeze, exuding a delicate fragrance. Others shimmered gold, radiant with golden cypresses, thriving by drawing nourishment from the frozen earth.
…
From afar, the mountains painted a surreal tapestry of colors, a breathtaking sight.
Whoosh!
A peerless beauty appeared, clad in snow-white robes, her dark tresses dancing in the wind.
She was ethereal, untouched by mortal dust, her beauty capable of toppling kingdoms. In her grasp was a man—Shi Hao—as she glided into the grand mountain range.
Her feet barely touched the ground, light as a feather. She danced atop peach blossoms, leaped upon golden cypress leaves, her movements dreamlike.
Even while carrying someone, her grace was undeniable—like a spirit born of heaven and earth, flawless and transcendent.
Finally, she arrived before an ancient mountain, discovering a cave left behind by a long-departed cultivator. She stepped inside.
Time erodes all. The cave had endured millions of years, its traces faded, its formations decayed to nothing.
Yet, the interior remained pristine—a stone bed, a meditation chamber, rich in spiritual energy.
With a flick of her sleeve, the snow-robed beauty cast a cleansing spell, brightening the space further.
In truth, the Frost Realm was so cold and frozen that dust scarcely existed. Even after eons, the cave remained clean.
Casually, she tossed Shi Hao onto the ground.
*Thud!*
He winced as his body collided with the stone wall. A lesser man would have shattered bones from such force—this was the throw of a deity.
“Yue Chan, I truly underestimated you,” he sighed softly.
The snow-clad woman smiled, her black hair and fair skin radiating an otherworldly charm.
“Long time no see, Brother Shi. Your presence is more striking than ever,” Yue Chan replied, her smile serene yet stirring.
“What of Qing Yi? Did you harm her?” Shi Hao asked.
“Yue Chan *is* Qing Yi. We are one and the same. What difference does it make?” she answered lightly.
“At the very least, Qing Yi wouldn’t ambush me,” he retorted.
“Qing Yi has fallen. A few years away from me, and the mortal world has tainted her purity. I will restore her—make her clear as crystal once more,” Yue Chan said with a faint smile.
As she spoke, her hands wove seals, beams of light transforming into arcane symbols that sank into Shi Hao’s body like celestial stars.
“Brother Shi, don’t trouble yourself. Rest for a while.”
She layered seal after seal upon him, chains of runes tightening around his essence.
On the snowy peak, she had already bound him with multiple seals. Now, she wrapped him like a dumpling.
His soul was her primary target. Using the strongest techniques of the Heaven-Mending Sect, she sealed it completely.
“This is the thirty-sixth seal. Aren’t you being overly cautious?” Shi Hao remarked, pressed against the cold stone, unmoving.
“For one who has taken the final step, surpassed ancient sages, and cultivated a wisp of immortal energy, I hold deep admiration. Thus, you deserve special treatment,” she replied, her smile blooming like a radiant flower.
“I don’t understand. How is your soul identical to Qing Yi’s?” Shi Hao asked.
Even if they were once one, differences should exist. He had encountered the main body and knew Qing Yi intimately.
The fluctuations of their souls should have been distinguishable.
“The Heaven-Mending Sect has endured since antiquity. It’s far vaster than you imagine. Possessing rare treasures is hardly surprising,” Yue Chan said, producing a blue crystal carved into a small cauldron.
It cloaked the soul, mimicking its vibrations.
“Truly a heaven-defying artifact,” Shi Hao muttered, eyes gleaming.
“Too late for regrets,” Yue Chan said, swinging her leg in a graceful arc.
*Thud!*
The kick sent him crashing into the wall.
“Aren’t the fairies of the Heaven-Mending Sect supposed to be transcendent and saintly? Since when do they resort to brute force?” Shi Hao groaned.
“Even fairies have tempers,” Yue Chan replied sweetly, stepping closer. She brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, gazing down at him.
“Abducting my secondary body, wounding my true form, spouting nonsense—this is but a small taste of retribution.”
*Boom!*
Her jade-like arm flashed, sending him flying into another wall, leaving a human-shaped imprint.
Blood trickled from his lips before she yanked him back, only to kick him again.
Already injured from his enlightenment ordeal—nearly burned to ashes by the flames of the Dao—he was now in dire straits.
“Must you be so rough? Be gentler. After all, we’ve bowed to heaven and earth, entered the bridal chamber,” Shi Hao said, leaning against the wall.
“Oh? Then I’ll be *gentle*,” Yue Chan said flatly, pressing a finger to his brow.
A beam of light, deceptively serene, pierced his mind—an agony beyond endurance, a strike against his soul.
“Wait! Our bridal chamber was pure and sacred—nothing improper! Don’t misunderstand!” Shi Hao cried.
“Misunderstand? Heh…” Yue Chan’s smile, though breathtaking, carried a hint of something demonic.
*Thud!*
He was sent flying again, blood staining his robes.
“Enjoying your dominance now? Forgotten how I once struck you with a reincarnation technique, turning you into a little girl, then spanked you mercilessly?”
At this, a blush crept onto Yue Chan’s flawless cheeks, her eyes blazing.
“Daring to bring up the past? I’d nearly forgotten!”
*Crash!*
She slammed him into the ground, planting a dainty foot on his chest. Though small, it bore the weight of a mountain, crushing him into the earth.
His spine creaked, on the verge of snapping; his flesh was already in tatters.
*Thud!*
Another kick sent him flying.
“Just ensuring you remember. After all, someone once shared a bridal chamber with you and spanked you. Such memories should be etched deep—never to fade,” Shi Hao gasped.
Yue Chan’s gaze sharpened. “Stubborn to the end. You’ll regret this.”
“I already do. If heaven grants me another chance, let’s revisit that bridal chamber,” he said, feigning remorse. “I’m sure that day will come.”
*Sizzle!*
Her right hand blazed with crimson light, like a phoenix spreading its wings. A strange force pressed against his brow, then yanked back.
Shi Hao shuddered as his forehead cracked, wisps of primal energy seeping out—the “immortal seed” was being extracted.
Such a thing couldn’t be taken by force. A single wisp could crush mountains, unimaginably heavy.
Even his formidable body strained under the awakening energy.
“You madwoman! Have you fused with Qing Yi? How do you know all this?!” Shi Hao paled for the first time.
“Where’s your wisp of immortal energy? Still hiding? Show yourself, or you’ll miss your chance. I’ve been waiting for your fatal strike,” Yue Chan taunted, radiant.
Using a technique from the Phoenix Treasure Art, she pulled at the seed, worsening his condition. Blood streamed from his brow.
“Pity. I wanted to see that immortal energy. Since you won’t cooperate, I’ll deny you the opportunity,” she said sweetly, her actions ruthless.
Her arm glowed, crimson light flooding the cave as she drew the seed further. Primal energy surged, wracking his body and soul.
Then, she produced a small pagoda, its pale cyan light shooting into his head, imprisoning his already-bound soul.
The pagoda remained lodged behind his brow.
“The Soul-Locking Pagoda. No matter your power, you’re now trapped,” Yue Chan said coolly.
She ceased extracting the seed, letting it return to his brow. Control was hers entirely.
“Were it not for preserving the Kun Peng Art and Thunder Emperor’s techniques, I’d have taken the seed outright,” she said coldly.
Forcing extraction would detonate the primal energy, obliterating his brow and soul.
“Bow to heaven and earth again, and I’ll teach you the great arts,” Shi Hao said, leaning against a boulder.
“Still provoking me? Whatever tricks you have, it’s too late!” Yue Chan sneered.
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