Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

But this is no joke.

“My father told me everything, he told me everything… At that time, the only person who could cure my poison was you, and the only person who could poison me silently was you! It was all your doing, you killed my mother!!”

The madness never stops.

Who can stop her?

Yin Hanxuebing couldn't, Ye Yuchan couldn't, Zhang Ruoxue couldn't.

Even Old Man Fu simply stood quietly in place, as if he had already anticipated this.

Moreover, the old man was constantly on guard against any of the three men helping him. His spiritual energy was already burning fiercely, and he would kill anyone who made a move.

And what about Yunping?

Ye Yuchan turned her head blankly and looked at Yun Ping.

If we were to say who could save Yin Hanxuebing, it would probably only be Yun Ping.

Yeah...why?

Yunping's strength is beyond doubt. He should have reacted and stopped Yin Hanxue when she was first stabbed.

But why?

Why did Yunping show such a shocked expression? Why was Yunping motionless? Why was the shock on Yunping's face even greater than that on Yin Hanxue's?

—Incomprehensible.

Not only Ye Yuchan couldn't understand it, but Yun Ping also couldn't understand the situation before him.

"why?"

Yunping spoke up.

However, he said the same words as Yin Hanxuebing.

It was at this moment that Fan Luokui finally stopped her violent and murderous actions.

Her hands, stained with blood, trembled uncontrollably. She stared at the woman beneath her, her chest a bloody mess, unable to speak, seemingly clinging to life. She trembled with fear…

He couldn't even hold onto the dagger—and fell off the ice bed.

ended.

"You killed...my mother..."

Fan Luokui collapsed to the ground, repeating the same sentence listlessly.

Did Yin Hanxue die? Of course not.

She is one of the extremes; even if her body is stabbed into a pulp, she will still live.

But there was nothing she could do. Now, she could only lie on the blood-red ice bed, unable to believe what had happened.

There's nothing she can do.

"Yes."

Suddenly, a deafening sound came from inside the cave.

That was a man's voice, neither Fu Lao nor Yun Ping.

The voice was brighter than Fu Lao's and more resonant than Yun Ping's.

Yin Hanxue recognized the voice; in fact, everyone present recognized the voice.

"She killed your mother—"

The man, using some unknown method, appeared before everyone as if he had transcended space.

He was a spirited man, his entire body burning with terrifying spiritual energy, his face, though not angry, was filled with an expressionless expression.

Fan Dongyin.

"He also killed my beloved wife."

The Lord of the Northern Ice Palace has arrived.

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To avoid you calling me a "missed chapter writer," I'll add an extra chapter for you.

Is that okay?

116. Reverse

Fan Dongyin.

A person no one expected.

No one knows why he suddenly appeared here, nor how he got there.

No, let me correct you.

Perhaps the old man standing next to Ye Yuchan had already anticipated this situation, because a subtle smile appeared on his calm face the moment Fan Dongyin appeared.

He had been waiting for the palace master for a long time.

Fan Luokui collapsed onto the icy ground, her fingers trembling numbly. Thick blood, clinging to her slender fingertips, slowly dripped down, forming tiny, dazzling ice flowers on the ice.

She looked up, her delicate face streaked with tears, her pale golden eyes gazing helplessly and powerlessly at the man.

—His father.

“Luo Kui…”

Fan Dongyin stood still, without moving, only calling out her daughter's name.

His gaze remained fixed on the Yin Hanxuebing, who was now powerless to struggle on the ice bed, with only her soul stubbornly remaining. His eyes, as if wanting to devour her, wandered over her body.

Countless times, he dreamed of this scene.

And now, his dream has come true—reality is right in front of him.

— (Trembling)

Even Fan Dongyin, who was always known for his calm and composed personality, couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

"Finally...you finally did it!"

As if to conceal his inner emotions, Fan Dongyin quickly shifted his gaze to Fan Luokui, and the tremor in his eyes instantly turned into endless tenderness.

No matter how fake this tenderness was, Fan Luokui still felt countless warmth from it, and the guilt of killing her mentor and the icy chill deep in her body suddenly dissipated a bit.

She collapsed to the ground, smiling bitterly. At this moment, she no longer had the strength to go forward and hug her father. Although she still had a lot of spiritual energy left in her body, her legs, hands, and limbs felt as if they were no longer her own, and she could not move them at all.

Fan Dongyin was not puzzled by her daughter's lack of response. Instead, she smiled mysteriously and walked heavily to the blood-red ice bed.

Looking down from above, one sees the person lying in a pool of blood, unable to even struggle.

"Once at the pinnacle of power, you've fallen to this state. When you poisoned my daughter and persecuted my wife three years ago, did you ever imagine this would happen?!"

"..."

Yin Hanxuebing was unable to make a sound at this moment; she could only stare intently at Fan Dongyin with her sharp, beautiful eyes.

How could she not know that she had not actually committed any acts of poisoning or persecution?

She wasn't the one who poisoned him, nor was she the one who forced her most beloved disciple to die from a qi deviation!

But Fan Dongyin seemed certain of this, and the hatred in his eyes kept bursting forth.

"Now you're experiencing pain. For the past three years, I haven't slept well a single night. Every day I've been thinking about how to skin you alive, tear your soul apart, and strip you of your very essence..."

"I did it."

Fan Dongyin stood in front of Yin Hanxuebing, speaking words of utter indignation, yet a wicked smile played on his lips.

Unfortunately, Fan Luokui couldn't see it at all. His most revered father's smile at this moment was like that of a demon from the depths of hell, and the malice surging wildly from his soul was colder than the surrounding ice.

"Or rather, I will do it—"

He sneered, looking at Yin Hanxuebing's remaining powerful soul, and gave a strange smile.

"So that's how it is..."

Upon witnessing this scene from afar, Ye Yuchan's mind quickly connected most of the clues.

She already knew most of the truth, or rather, she could guess who was behind the assassination attempt on Yin Hanxuebing without even thinking.

—Fan Dongyin.

The master of the Northern Ice Palace, who from the very beginning tried his best to prevent them from entering the deep ice cave.

Recalling that scene in the secret realm, Ye Yuchan suddenly realized that the icy dagger that fell beside Fan Luokui was probably made of Silver Frost Flower, and only Silver Frost Flower could hurt Silver Frost Snow Ice.

That's why Fan Luo Kui went back on her word and tried to steal the Silver Frost Flower from me...

The reason Fan Dongyin wanted to kill Yin Hanxuebing was to avenge his wife who died three years ago. In other words, Yin Hanxuebing killed his wife.

As for the other inexplicable things, Ye Yuchan knew nothing about them, because she didn't have enough clues to deduce the whole truth.

and many more!

Ye Yuchan suddenly realized something very bad.

Why did Fan Dongyin initially prevent them from entering the deep ice cave, but then let them in after they arrived?

Ice Cold Order?

That is indeed a good thing, but if Ye Yuchan remembers correctly, the old rogue once said that the first palace master of the Northern Ice Palace was Yin Hanxuebing, and this Ice Cold Token is a rule passed down from the first palace master.

Now that Fan Dongyin is about to overthrow the first palace master, why would he care about your damn Ice Cold Token?

Then the question comes-

Why are they able to stand here now?

The answer is too simple and straightforward.

"Old Fu."

The man in the distance glanced at Ye Yuchan and the others with a subtle, malicious look.

It was a gaze that seemed to regard them not as human beings, but as the dead.