Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

Ugh...

In retrospect, Wang Yuyan's insistence on staying in Qingzhou was a blessing in disguise.

Su Chen originally intended to bring Wang Yuyan back.

I really don't want Wang Yuyan to get involved in this trouble.

Well, that's even better. Wang Yuyan can still protect the Misty Rain Pavilion.

"Where is the Grand Elder?! Where is the Grand Elder?!"

"The Grand Elder is recuperating in the back mountain; it's too late!"

The old men were in a flurry of activity, all turning their gazes toward the main seat in the hall.

On the rosewood chair to the left of the main seat, Su Chen was holding a cup of spiritual tea, slowly blowing away the foam on top.

The green robe covered in furious scales still carried the snow vapors of the snowy region, not a single scale pattern remaining.

Bai Luwei sat on the soft couch next to her, a plain white skirt hanging down to her footstool, revealing a section of her slender ankle.

Su Chen had just spent most of the hour recounting the old stories of Qingzhou, and when he got to the part about Han Ye losing his arm, Bai Luwei's eyes lit up.

Now, when the copper bell rings, the light in those eyes has changed into something else entirely.

"What's the panic?"

Su Chen blew away the foam and took a sip.

"The tea isn't cold yet."

"You guys go out and have a word with him."

"Don't tell anyone that Su is here."

"Let's see what he has to say."

The white-bearded old man was taken aback.

"What the real person means is..."

"go."

The cup of tea was placed back on the table.

"Listen carefully before you come back."

The elders exchanged glances, straightened their sleeves, and went out to greet them.

Long ago, Su Chen and Li Tianqi held their dual cultivation ceremony.

Naturally, I have met this Yun Changqing.

Above the nine heavens...

As the seven oppressive forces descended, the snow and mist in front of the mountain gate dissipated by a third.

"Virtual offering!"

The white-bearded old man bowed deeply from afar, his waist bent extremely low.

"We were unaware of your presence and failed to greet you properly. We are truly sorry."

"Please enter the hall quickly; spiritual wine has been prepared inside..."

"You're welcome."

Yun Changqing raised his hand, stopping the polite formalities.

There was actually a hint of apology on that thin face.

"To be honest, this matter is something that our Starry Sky Dao Sect is in the wrong about."

"I will not hide anything from you all."

"Fellow Daoist Li from Luoyan City has come to my sect's dojo today to demand an explanation."

"Right now, on the other side of the Boundless Sea, two Void Refinement Grand Cultivators are locked in a fierce battle."

Yun Changqing sighed.

"This situation is not what I wanted."

"But this matter is not something I can decide."

"I am acting under orders."

"When the opportunity arises in the future, we must find a way to resolve this grudge between Luoyan City and my sect."

The elders felt uneasy inside, but they still had to smile.

"Offering sacrifices is too much of an honor."

"To those who have come here..."

Yun Changqing shook his head.

"I'm ashamed to admit it."

"I have come here to take the Holy Maiden back to the Starry Sky Dao Sect."

Snow fell on his shoulders, a layer of it, which he didn't brush off.

"Let me tell you another truth."

"This was not my intention."

"But in the face of the Starry Sky Dao Sect, the Snow Abyss Pavilion is utterly powerless to resist."

"Gentlemen, you should hand over the person."

"I do not wish to exterminate them all."

The white-bearded old man's lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The thin-faced man secretly glanced towards the palace gate.

Inside the hall.

Su Chen almost laughed out of anger.

"Ha ha."

"Yun Changqing".

"Are all of you from the Starry Sky Dao Sect so hypocritical?"

"They speak the most benevolent words in the world."

"In reality, they intend to take away Su's Daoist partner."

On the white jade steps, the eight streams of energy froze simultaneously.

The escape lights of the seven Nascent Soul cultivators dimmed simultaneously.

Yun Changqing was stunned.

Didn't Su Chen go to Qingzhou?

Qingzhou is separated from the Xuanhuang Continent by a star sea of ​​hundreds of thousands of miles. Even for a cultivator at the Void Refinement stage, it would take several months to cross the boundary.

"he..."

The white-bearded old man suddenly wanted to laugh, but dared not. He simply lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Suddenly, the void in front of the palace gate cracked open.

The crack was not long, only three zhang (approximately 10 meters), and there was no darkness in the crack.

It is the Milky Way.

Endless stars flowed slowly through the cracks, their light falling on the snow and turning the red glow of the lanterns into a layer of gray.

A foot wearing a cloud-patterned boot stepped out from the crack.

Su Chen put one arm around Bai Luwei's waist and stepped out of the Milky Way.

A wisp of hair at Bai Luwei's temple was blown against her cheek by the air current, and she was held close to Su Chen's chest, but her eyes did not look at Su Chen at all.

That gaze fell directly on the faces of the seven Nascent Soul cultivators behind Yun Changqing.

Sweep them one by one.

The sweep sent chills down the spines of the seven Nascent Soul cultivators.

The crack closed behind Su Chen.

The snow fell heavily again.

"Senior Su!"

Yun Changqing put his hands together and bent over.

Behind him, the seven Nascent Soul cultivators bowed in unison, each one faster than the last.

A Nascent Soul cultivator has no chance of winning against a Void Refinement cultivator.

He was a senior at the banquet in Luoyan City back then.

How many years have passed since then?

In the world of cultivation, seniority is never based on age, but only on cultivation level.

He addressed him as "senior" more naturally than anyone else.

"Senior Yun, you're too kind."

Su Chen moved Bai Luwei closer to his chest, and brushed the snow off his sleeve with his other hand.

"I was inside the hall and couldn't hear very clearly."

"You just said you wanted to take my wife away?"

Yun Changqing had sweat on his forehead, but the sweat was frozen by the snow and wind as soon as it came out.

"Senior, about this matter..."

"The person is right here."

Su Chen interrupted.

"How are you going to take you all away?"

None of the seven Nascent Soul cultivators dared to raise their heads.

The snow on the white jade steps was suppressed by the aura of the eight people, and not a single snowflake flew away.

Su Chen looked down at the person in his arms and smiled.

"lady."

"They're taking you away."

"What do you suggest we do?"

Bai Luwei raised her eyes.

The soft, sticky treat from the pavilion in the frozen lake has vanished completely.

"My husband."

"I want them all to die."

As soon as those four words were spoken, the knees of a Nascent Soul cultivator behind Yun Changqing buckled by half an inch, but he managed to hold on.

If someone else had said that, it might have been considered an angry outburst.

But it was Bai Luwei who said this.

The old cultivators in the snowy region all remember that twenty years ago, on that black ice cliff in the far north, thirty-seven evil cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage had their primordial spirits cut out and were frozen on the cliff face for half a year.

It was this saintess who took action.

At that time, she had not yet broken through to the Nascent Soul stage.

In front of Su Chen, she was a submissive kitten who liked to be manipulated; but once she stepped out of that gauze curtain, she became the recognized female killing god of the snowy region.

Su Chen is right here beside me now.

Bai Luwei wished she could personally crush the souls of these people one by one.

Su Chen tucked a stray strand of hair from her temple behind her ear.

"Did you hear that?"

The gaze lifted again and landed on Yun Changqing's face; the smile was still there, but the warmth had vanished.

"My wife said so."

"None of you will survive."

"besides."

Su Chen took half a step forward.

The snow on the white jade steps melted into water inch by inch from his feet outwards.

"Who is this Su? You haven't heard of him?"

"In the Xuanhuang Continent, how many cultivators have I killed?"

"As for that old bastard Wang Qiushan."

Su Chen's voice turned somber.

"They must die."

"He died the day he became concerned about Madam Su's health."

Yun Changqing finally panicked.

"This matter can still be discussed!"

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