After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

She is going into seclusion to form her inner core.

Because, in the near future, there may be a very strong opponent!

Mu Qinghe stood there, watching Bai Yuxi's back for a long time, then muttered under his breath, "Tch."

"Who doesn't understand? You're only a few years older than me..."

……

September 8th, Ding family ancestral land.

The biting wind was like a knife, howling mournfully as it swept across the icy plains, as if ancient vengeful spirits were wailing.

The majestic palaces stretch for miles, with a bottomless ice abyss below, connected to the surrounding snow-capped mountains only by long bridges made of ice crystals.

Sunlight streamed through the thin clouds, refracting into a rainbow of colors on the surface of the Jade Palace, creating a scene of breathtaking beauty, like a fairyland.

This is the accumulation of the Ding family over tens of thousands of years, and the foundation of one of the oldest families in Beiju Luzhou.

In the entire Northern Continent, only the "Shenji Sect," with its equally long history, can compare to it.

But the Ding family knew in their hearts that they shouldn't have been content with this situation.

In ancient times, the Ding family produced several Mahayana cultivators, and some even touched the threshold of ascension.

Logically speaking, such a family should have moved to the "Central Immortal Continent" where spiritual energy is more abundant and opportunities are more plentiful, or even established a lineage in the Upper Realm.

But they are trapped here, trapped in this icy and snowy land.

Because of a curse.

The last sect leader of the Xuanling Sect, a peak Mahayana cultivator, cast a curse using his life as a catalyst.

"The descendants of the Ding family will be forever trapped in the north, their path cut off, with no way to ascend to immortality."

Since then, for ten thousand years, no one in the Ding family has been able to break through to the Tribulation Transcending stage.

No matter how brilliant a genius is, no matter how much effort they put in, their foundation will always crumble at a crucial moment, and their lifespan will be drastically reduced.

The ancestor who came closest to success lingered in the tribulation stage for three thousand years, but ultimately turned to ashes under the ninth tribulation.

Therefore, even though Ding Wan possessed "innate sword intent" and became the most talented swordsmanship prodigy in the Ding family for thousands of years, the family never placed any real hope in her.

Because the curse will take effect sooner or later.

All they could do was use her to buy a sliver of hope for survival.

That was the marriage alliance with the Holy Son of the Divine Mechanism Sect.

Even if it means sacrificing Ding Wan's entire life.

Inside the Qifeng Pavilion, in front of the bronze mirror.

Ding Wan looked at herself in the mirror; her skin was as white as snow, and her lips were as red as painted rouge.

But there was no joy in those eyes, only a deathly, icy coldness.

"Miss!"

Chapter 103 Holy Son

Outside the door, a young maid rushed in, panting, "The wedding procession has arrived!"

Ding Wan did not respond.

Another group of maids swarmed in, carrying rouge, face powder, hairpins, and jade pendants, chattering away:

"Miss, hurry, the auspicious time is almost here!"

"The head of the family and his wife are urging us! We need to speed things up!"

"I've heard that the Holy Son is incredibly handsome and will surely become an Emperor in the future. Miss is truly blessed..."

They busied themselves touching up Ding Wan's makeup, tidying her wedding dress, putting on her phoenix crown, and finally covering her head with a red veil embroidered with "Dragon and Phoenix Bringing Auspiciousness".

With my vision blocked, all I could see was a sea of ​​blood.

Ding Wan let them do as they pleased, like a delicate doll.

Perhaps in their eyes, being able to marry a "perfect husband" like the Holy Son of the Divine Machine Sect is the blessing that every woman dreams of. Who wouldn't want that?

The main hall of the Ding family.

The place is decorated in a magnificent manner today, with hundreds of jade tables arranged neatly, filled with spiritual fruits and celestial wines, exuding a rich aroma.

Almost all the prominent forces in Beiju Luzhou have arrived.

"Senior Ding, congratulations!"

A loud voice rang out first.

As everyone looked, they saw Song Tianqing, the head of the Song family, stride into the hall, followed by a group of high-ranking members of the Song family and an elderly man with white hair and beard.

That was the Venerable Refinement stage ancestor of the Song family who had been in seclusion for a hundred years, and who called himself the 'Number One Talisman Cultivator' of Beiju Luzhou.

"You're too kind, Patriarch Song. Please take a seat!" Ding Yuanshan, the head of the Ding family, said with a smile.

In fact, his cultivation level was higher than that of the Song family patriarch, but as the head of one of the five major families, he still gave Song Tianqing face.

Song Xunzhen followed behind her father, her gaze sweeping across the hall, her heart filled with awe.

Today, the leaders and elders of the four major immortal sects are all present, as are the heads and ancestors of the five major families.

There were also some reclusive, powerful cultivators, people who are rarely seen on ordinary days, who all appeared here today.

There were more than a dozen Void Refinement stage experts and over a hundred Nascent Soul stage experts.

This is the grand scale of the marriage alliance between the Ding family and the Shenji Sect.

But for some reason, Song Xunzhen suddenly thought of someone else.

The earth-shattering phenomenon of the Nascent Soul stage that occurred in Donghua City three days ago is still being talked about among cultivators in the Northern Continent.

"Xunzhen, what are you daydreaming about?" Song Tianqing reminded him in a low voice.

My eldest son hasn't been behaving well lately.

Since the Song family moved to Jianglin City, their foundation has been severely damaged, and now they are trying to consolidate their position by taking advantage of this grand event.

"I'm sorry, Father."

Song Xunzhen quickly composed herself and sat down with her father.

He noticed that although the hall was lively, many people's smiles were somewhat forced, and they deliberately avoided certain topics when talking.

Xu Ze.

This name is like a thorn, stuck in the hearts of all the monks of the Northern Continent.

A Nascent Soul cultivator slays a Nascent Soul Corpse King, and a month later breaks through to the Nascent Soul realm, causing a sensation that shakes the entire Northern Continent... Such an existence makes these so-called "leaders of the righteous path" seem like a joke.

Therefore, no one mentioned Xu Ze at today's grand event.

It's not that I forgot, but that I don't want to bring it up.

They still want to immerse themselves in the illusion of 'I am the only one who matters,' even though that dream is so fragile that it could be shattered at any moment.

"Master of Flying Snow Valley, how have you been?"

Another voice rang out.

As everyone looked, they saw the Palace Master of the Heavenly Vault Palace leading his disciples into the hall.

The palace master appeared to be a middle-aged scholar in his forties, dressed in a moon-white robe, with an elegant demeanor, but his eyes flashed with lightning when he opened and closed them.

Unlike the elderly Song family patriarch, this was a Void Refinement cultivator in his prime!

Behind him followed a group of disciples from the Heavenly Palace, each with an extraordinary bearing. In a corner, an old man in gray robes silently followed; he was none other than the "Sword Master" who had appeared in Donghua City.

However, today he simply stood discreetly in the disciple queue, since here, the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage was indeed insufficient.

The person being greeted by the Palace Master of the Heavenly Vault sat at the head of the left. She was a woman who looked to be no more than forty years old, dressed in an ice-blue palace gown. Her appearance was aloof and stunning, yet her eyes and brows carried the majesty accumulated over a thousand years.

Master of Flying Snow Valley.

Upon hearing this, she looked up and revealed a faint smile: "Palace Master of the Heavenly Vault, it's been a long time."

"Hey, where's your personal disciple Qing Shuang?" Palace Master Tianqiong asked casually after taking his seat. "That girl has quite a talent. She should be brought along to broaden her horizons on an occasion like today."

The Valley Master of Flying Snow's smile froze almost imperceptibly for a moment before returning to normal: "Qing Shuang has been unwell recently and is recuperating in the valley, so she was unable to come."

How could she dare to say that her own disciple had lost his Dao heart because he had been visualizing a wisp of sword intent when Xu Ze broke through his cultivation realm, and was now in solitary confinement in the Frozen Cave?

The Flying Snow Valley cultivates the "Path of Ruthlessness," and the valley masters of each generation have been exemplars of remaining unmarried and severing all desires.

If people knew that her personally taught disciple had actually used a man as an object of meditation, and even broke through to the Nascent Soul stage because of it...

The entire Northern Continent would probably laugh their heads off!

"That's really unfortunate." The Palace Master of the Sky Dome was somewhat surprised, but didn't ask any further questions.

Fairy Qing Shuang was already at the Golden Core stage. Even if she hadn't broken through, she shouldn't be "unwell" to the point of being unable to participate in such a grand event, right?

Something must have happened.

However, none of this matters.

The real protagonists today are the bride who is about to enter the palace, and her 'husband' who has never appeared before.

All eyes turned to the outside of the hall.

A group of people were slowly walking in the wind and snow.

"The Holy Son has arrived! Look, that's the Sect Master of the Divine Mechanism Sect!"

Someone shouted, and the hall immediately fell silent.

Everyone looked toward the palace gate.

The wind and snow were separated by an invisible barrier, and the group walked into the hall on a red carpet.

The leader was an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face, wearing a black Taoist robe embroidered with star patterns, holding a white jade whisk, and exuding an unfathomable aura.

It was none other than Zhuge Xuanji, the leader of the Shenji Sect.

It is said that his cultivation has reached the peak of the Void Refinement stage, and he is only one step away from the Body Integration stage.