Chapter 228: Frozen Night and Shattered Fates

Frozen clouds envelop the ridges, and Suxue greets the dawn in splendour.

The night is as deep and oppressive as spilled ink hanging high in the sky, a darkness so cramped it steals your breath away.

Snowflakes, like a mad dance, swirl wildly as a barrage of cawing crows fills the air.

A carriage clatters along an official road piled high with a foot of snow, swaying as it carries everyone from the Divine Sect Mountain Gate back into Daocheng.

The night’s clamor has quieted; XiXi’s birthday celebration has ended, marking another year for her.

Zhang Ya presses against Li Che’s chest, silent as she stares gloomily at the wintry storm outside.

XiXi’s maturity is heart-wrenching, for she could have been carefree.

In an unfamiliar place, with her dearest parents absent, XiXi has had no choice but to grow up fast.

Though figures like Elder Jiao Shaoqiu and Sang Guanyin are among those she knows, they are no substitute for the love of her real parents.

Li Che’s heart aches at how precociously mature XiXi has become.

Perhaps it is her prodigious nature; even at five she shows wisdom far beyond her years.

Yet Li Che can’t help but feel a pang of guilt.

The carriage breaks through the blinding snow; Old Chen cracks the reins, driving on. His cultivation in the Qi-Blood Realm makes his essence surge while his burning, nurturing body withstands the bitter cold.

They return to Liu Xiang Alley.

Stepping from the carriage, the group is silent; Zhang Ya wastes no words and begins practicing martial arts in the courtyard amid the storm.

Meanwhile, Li Che escorts the Boss and Big Black Dog back to the restaurant.

Old Chen had wished to see them off further, but Li Che refused. The two, accompanied by a dog, strolled casually toward the Outer City in the snowy night.

“Light one up.”

The Boss rolled a cigarette, flicked off the ash, and handed it to Li Che.

Without hesitation, Li Che accepted it, placing it between his lips. With a snap of his fingers, a spark lit the cigarette.

But the Boss, far less flamboyant, simply produced a box of matches and struck two, igniting the cigarette.

Li Che shot the Boss a glance—here they were, both sharing a peculiar kinship, as if they hailed from the same place.

Pausing thoughtfully, he turned to the Boss and exhaled a hazy plume of smoke.

“Boss, what’s the next line? Odd or unchanging?”

The Boss coolly replied, “A couplet?”

“Nonsense.”

Trailing behind them, Big Black Dog wagged its tail, disgruntled in its low growl.

Daocheng has no curfew, but on a snowy night like this the streets are deserted, save for the raucous pleasure quarters; even the street vendors have long vanished.

The walk from the Inner City to the Outer City takes some time, but fortunately Tinglei Alley isn’t far from the city gate.

They follow the main artery of Daocheng, Qian Kun Street, heading from south to north.

“Next time something like this happens, call me. I’d love to cook for XiXi.”

The Boss brushed off the cigarette ash and said warmly.

Li Che smiled upon hearing that, “Every year on XiXi’s birthday, I’ll make sure to call you.”

“Alright.”

Then the Boss turned and entered the restaurant.

With a pointed kick, Li Che burst forth, channeling power as he shattered the snowy wind, vanishing into the darkened alley.

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At the Western Camp, the Divine Guard Army.

Stationed amidst the hills of West Daocheng, their encampments lit by clusters of blazing torches that turned the night red as fire.

Mostly formidable warriors, thousands of them gather, their surging Qi and blood like a blazing forge melting nearby snow.

Snow falling from the Heavenly Dome is ruthlessly shattered by their explosive Qi.

Screech—!!

A piercing cry tears through the night.

High above, a white-headed, violet-eyed hawk beats its wings, gliding like a shooting star. Near the general’s main camp it suddenly flutters and stirs up a ferocious vortex.

The massive hawk spreads its wings wide, the tips nearly six meters apart.

Every feather is as sharp as a steel blade, brimming with immense Qi and divine essence!

This bewitched beast is so terrifying that even a Grandmaster of Divine Guts might not withstand its force.

Dressed in golden armor, You Liqing emerges from his tent, trailed by a dejected Long Tai.

The wind roars—

A gale sweeps wildly.

Gradually, the white-headed hawk shrinks, eventually landing on You Liqing’s raised forearm.

You Liqing retrieves a letter from the hawk’s leg.

He pulls out a Sixfold Martial Pill from within a Qian Kun Jade. After feeding it to the hawk, the bird flaps its wings and soars into the clouds, leaving a cascade of snow turning into powder.

You Liqing unfolds the letter and reads it calmly.

At the next moment, his eyes narrow.

A change comes over his aura—as if fiery flames spontaneously ignited, and a powerful suffocating pressure erupted.

Long Tai, by his side, can only feel the oppressive force.

Shaken, Long Tai asks, “What’s happening? How could the General be so agitated?”

Something stirring You Liqing must be no trivial matter.

Putting away the letter, You Liqing slowly exhales.

“General…”

Long Tai cautiously inquires.

“Commander Long, prepare yourself to welcome… the Princess.”

The Princess?!

Long Tai is stunned.

“Which princess?”

You Liqing gives him a withering look.

“Who else? It’s naturally the birth mother of the Little Prince—the Dragon Queen, betrothed to the Eastern Dragon Clan.”

Long Tai inhales deeply, his heart trembling.

Yet he wonders, despite the gravity of the Princess’s arrival, should it unsettle the General so profoundly?

Something is amiss…

But Long Tai doesn’t press further; as a subordinate, action speaks louder than words.

You Liqing frowns at Long Tai, recalling how Long Tai’s protection of Su Huai Li left her corpse chilled, then clicks his fingers decisively.

A gentle breeze stirs; atop a distant tent, a tall, imposing woman with elegant poise stands waiting.

Carrying a long azure bow as if a phoenix were ready to take flight from her back.

“Blue Bird, you and Long Tai are to go welcome the Princess to Daocheng.”

You Liqing states flatly.

“The Princess arrives here, seething with anger over the death of the Little Prince. Accompanied by a Dragon Turtle Chancellor from the Eastern Dragon Clan—renowned for its predictive prowess—she clearly seeks the culprit behind his death.”

“Moreover, her visit holds another purpose…”

“Originally, the Princess sent an elite unit of the Dragon Clan led by her own elder brother—whose martial prowess rivals that of a top Three-Flower Grandmaster…”

“But they… were all slain! The entire elite Dragon unit was wiped out!”

You Liqing finishes speaking.

The innate Grandmaster Archer Blue Bird and Long Tai both gasp.

“Was it the Underworld’s doing?”

Long Tai’s burly frame shudders violently.

“Impossible… I’ve clashed with that Ogre from the Underworld before. Unless something odd from Divine Guts intervened, I should have been able to crush him!” Long Tai bellows.

When Ogre killed Su Huai Li, Long Tai had intervened; having clashed with Ogre gives him the weight of authority.

After all, Ogre attacked with lethal intent, holding nothing back.

“The Underworld isn’t just Ogre—it’s a mysterious force.”

Blue Bird folds her arms and says lightly.

You Liqing nods thoughtfully, his eyes shadowed.

“The Underworld’s involvement in the Little Prince’s death—and the loss of the elite Dragon unit—is undeniable.”

You Liqing’s eyes harden. “I’ve heard the Underworld shields the prodigy from Jingguang Mansion, Li Nuǎnxi…”

“Su Huai Li once said the Little Prince had wagered with Xue Dufu at Jin Guang Branch and was narrowly defeated… and Li Nuǎnxi had arrogantly declared she would subjugate him.”

“Surely the Princess is aware of this news… and now, fueled by anger, she may pin the blame on Li Nuǎnxi for Little Prince Ji Haihui’s death.”

Blue Bird frowns, “And now that Li Nuǎnxi has joined the Orthodox Divine Sect…”

“Not only that—I’ve heard the cursed prodigy Li Nuǎnxi has successfully forged his divine foundation, earned a spot on the Dragon Child Register, ranking third. Even Su Chuyang has been overshadowed.”

“The Su Family is scheming; many of its elders are already grooming the younger generation, hoping to slyly win Li Nuǎnxi’s hand in marriage…”

You Liqing, clad in resounding armor, turns back to his tent.

“Indeed… the Dragon Clan’s fate is precarious. Let the two of you go and explain fully. Qianyuan Divine Sect is, after all, a mighty force; if the Princess truly causes trouble, things could get out of hand.”

Long Tai and Blue Bird clasp their fists in agreement.

Then they dash off into the night, blending with the darkness until they vanish.

Back in the tent, You Liqing sits behind his desk, his fingers curled tightly.

“In silence, an elite Dragon unit matching a top Three-Flower Grandmaster was eliminated… just how high does the Underworld’s power reach?!”

“Could the Underworld, like the Lie Shen Pavilion, have Martial Saints and Divine Incarnations at its helm?”

“The Underworld—Ogre, Ma Mian, Divine Monkey, Black and White Wuchang…”

“Who else?!”

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Tinglei Alley.

The Private Workshop Courtyard.

Li Che sits cross-legged, clutching a Five Elder Divine Crystal. The overwhelming, rich divine essence continuously surges out, merging into his Pure Heart Dao Fruit, and infusing his Fa Tian Xiang Di Painted Immortal essence.

This divine manifestation, carved from his divine foundation, is far more refined than its crude beginnings—each strand of his monkey hair is now meticulously sculpted.

His eyes burn like fire, radiating golden light. His broad tail lashes as though ready to tear down the heavens and earth.

The Divine Manifestation Realm depends on buildup—from the Initial, Middle, Late, to Perfected stages. Once perfected, the Primordial Spirit is born, marking the Primordial Manifestation Realm—the highest state of divine manifestation.

Now, bolstered by the grandeur of the Five Elder Divine Crystal, Li Che’s Lingming Zhenyuan Divine Manifestation has reached the late stage, not far from perfection.

Yet his three Five Elder Divine Crystals have been entirely expended.

With a thought…

……

【Name: Li Che】

【Bond: Li Nuǎnxi (daughter)】

【Dao Fruits: Immortal Craft (lv4 75%), Dragon Elephant Vajra (lv4 85%), Pure Heart (lv4 70%), Chess Sage (lv4 70%), Painted Immortal (lv3 80%), Thunder Magnetic Conduit (lv1 0%)】

【Nascent Divine Arts: Immortal Craft: Qianxi Hand, Dragon Elephant Vajra: Ascend the Tower, Pure Heart: Spiritual Confinement, Chess Sage: Great Avalanche, Painted Immortal: Ink Death】

【Divine Arts: Star Plucking, Radiant Rise, Divine Guidance, Wuji】

【Note: Each year XiXi grows, a Dao Tree can bear one Dao Fruit】

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A cascade of luminous reflections dances before his eyes, mirroring in his pupils.

Li Che glances over the changes in his Dao Fruits’ maturity over the past several months.

Since he began researching the Sixfold Elite Mechanism Beast [Xueyang Nine-God Vajra Ape] and attempted to fuse the explosive powers of Black and White Collapse with Great Avalanche into a single Guanyin Lotus Bullet, the Immortal Craft has matured rapidly.

The Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit has improved slowly; aside from purging a few hidden cultists of the Corpse God Sect in Daocheng, Li Che hasn’t faced any true strongmen.

Thus, its progress is modest, and the Martial Saint Technique remains stubbornly beyond the grasp of a Master Realm cultivator.

However, both Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant Vajra and Wanlong Fushen are nearly ready.

“The Painted Immortal Dao Fruit is nearly lv4 as well—but the key is to gain active experience. Without work, my Painted Immortal Clone can’t level up quickly.”

Opening his eyes, he notes that all his Dao Fruits have shown significant progress over the last few months.

For Li Che, it’s all good news.

But the greatest news is the acquisition of a new Dao Fruit.

Thunder Magnetic Conduit……

Though called a Dao Fruit, Li Che sees it as a unique constitution—one that can command thunder, magnetism, and even gravity.

“It requires a body tempered by thunder, to gather thunder’s might…”

“But where in this bitter winter can I find thunder?”

“Not to mention the formidable Nine Heavens Divine Thunder… and if I face that head-on, I’d likely be reduced to charcoal!”

Li Che mutters to himself.

Thus, the cultivation of the Thunder Magnetic Conduit has stymied him.

“Could it be that its development depends on seasonal timing…”

“Winter thunder is rare; even spring thunder is scarce—only the height of summer brings frequent storms. But waiting… when will the maturity of the Thunder Magnetic Conduit finally advance?”

Li Che frowns.

Could he perhaps use other types of thunder to quench his body?

Clenching his fist,

the Xuankin Eight-Treasure Thunder Dragon Staff lands in his hand. As he grips it, his Qi and blood surge, and arcs of lightning burst along its surface, teasing into Li Che’s body.

Yet his response is muted…

“These thunders… originate from within me. They are my power and cannot be used to temper my body.”

Among his acquaintances… who else plays with thunder?

Li Che’s eyes glint suddenly.

And indeed… there is one.

Li Qingshan—no, dear Underworld Cat Face.

Li Che retrieves the Underworld Divine Communication Mirror and begins communicating with Li Qingshan.

In the midst of the Inner City’s Liu Xiang Alley, accompanied by Granny Mu, Li Qingshan’s eyes suddenly ignite, his whole body trembling as a formidable Grandmaster’s aura nearly bursts forth uncontrollably.

Granny Mu smiles at Li Qingshan, “Finally time to get to work?”

Touched, Li Qingshan grins, “Breaking through to Grandmaster, at last I’m keeping pace with the Underworld…”

“Mu Mu, listen—the name Underworld Cat Face will soon echo throughout Daocheng.”

“Next time, I’ll be sure to get my name on that Wanted Notice at the city gate!”

Li Qingshan stands, his eyes gleaming.

Granny Mu rolls her eyes, “What’s there to be proud of? It’s hardly a good thing.”

“And you still complain there’s no name for you on the notice?”

Li Qingshan shakes his head, “You don’t understand… it’s a recognition—a glory reserved only for justice!”

Since the Underworld made its name, has it ever done wrong? Its victims were the wicked of the mortal realm—those allied with the Corpse God Sect’s villains!

Isn’t that exactly what Li Qingshan has longed for?

Zhen Lei Zhu Xie…

Following his inner justice!

That is why Li Qingshan has yearned to become an official part of the Underworld—to participate squarely in its secretive operations!

And now…

The opportunity stands before him.

“Go…”

“Be careful.”

Granny Mu has long known what Li Qingshan craves.

She also understands she cannot stop him.

She only hopes he returns safely.

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On this snowy night, hearts grow cold.

Li Qingshan changes into a black night suit and dons his Cat Face Mask. Following the Underworld Divine Communication Order’s marked location, he hurries to the designated courtyard.

His movements may seem stealthy, but in truth…

He’s long been watched by Li Che’s all-seeing eyes in the Heavenly Chess Parlor.

Li Qingshan knocks on the door. It swings wide open, revealing a courtyard filled with figures.

His breath catches.

He sees Ogre—towering like a mountain—standing in a corner of the courtyard, donning a lowered bamboo hat, his Qi swirling powerfully.

He also spots Ma Mian, wearing a horse-face mask with a flaming red cannon of the Fire God, slung on his back.

And there is a skewed figure wearing a lifelike Divine Monkey Mask, a wicked grin plastered on his face. A Xuankin treasure staff exudes a suffocating aura as it spans across his neck, dangling limply at his sides.

Divine Monkey!

The Underworld’s very own fearsome Divine Monkey, who can slay a Grandmaster of Divine Guts!

Also present are the obedient Black and White Wuchang, flanking Ogre.

Excitement…

Trembling!

Agitation!

All the notorious Underworld thugs have gathered!

Ogre even informed him—truly considering him one of their own!

Li Qingshan quickly shakes off the melting snow, straightens his back, and treads through the soft accumulated snow into the courtyard.

Of course, he notices a towering figure at the center of the courtyard, standing with his arms folded, his back turned.

Just one glance, and Li Qingshan feels as if his very soul has been seized, the world spinning, his feet losing contact with the ground.

Li Qingshan’s heart skips a beat!

A new face within the Underworld?!

Ogre, Ma Mian, Divine Monkey, Black and White Wuchang—these were all the Underworld figures Li Qingshan knew.

But now it seems the Underworld is far larger than he imagined.

Having just broken through to Grandmaster of Divine Guts, Li Qingshan feels utterly insignificant in this realm.

He stares at the imposing figure in the center of the courtyard, who seems one with nature; every falling snowflake appears to twist around him.

Li Qingshan’s eyes harden…

Could it be… the Unity of Heaven and Man?!

Sure enough, the Underworld boasts even greater power!

How could a venerable innate Grandmaster in Unity with Heaven dare challenge the might of the Lie Shen Pavilion?!

Slowly, the robust figure—his black robe billowing—turns around.

Revealed is a mask: the imposing, domineering Dragon Head Mask!

Beneath the mask, a pair of intensely deep eyes meet Li Qingshan’s. In that gaze, countless thunderclaps roar as if a blue dragon emerges amidst stormy clouds!

“Underworld, Thunder Dragon.”

A cool voice emanates from behind the Dragon Head Mask.

Li Qingshan exhales and, clasping his fists, responds, “Underworld, Cat Face…”

But under Thunder Dragon’s penetrating, electric gaze, Li Qingshan’s bare features flush with heat behind his Cat Face Mask.

“Underworld Reserve…”

“I heard you play with thunder? Strike me.”

Thunder Dragon intones coolly.

Li Qingshan is momentarily dazed—weren’t they supposed to act in unison?

How… how could this be…

Boom—!!!

Thunder Dragon slowly raises his hand. Instantly, a terrifying repelling force bursts forth, as if an invisible field engulfs everything.

He holds the heavens and earth in his grasp, controlling them at will!

Unity of Heaven and Man?!

It’s terrifying!

Li Qingshan feels himself hurled sideways, crashing violently into a wall that sheds its amassed snow.

Crash…

From his sleeve, the black Goat-Horn Hammer drops into his grasp; he seizes it firmly.

Sizzle—

Countless arcs of lightning surge from the earth, transforming the Goat-Horn Hammer into a focal point for thunder.

With resolute eyes, Li Qingshan vows to experience the true might of an innate Grandmaster in Unity with Heaven!

He is but a gnat before the mountains!

Boom!

With one thunderous step, Li Qingshan’s entire body quivers. His hunched frame suddenly straightens as raging Qi pulses from him, like a dragon roaring to life.

Two, then three, then four heads—

Eight raging flooddragons roar in unison, an Eight Dragons Overturning the River!

A Mud Pellet in his brow trembles from the internal shock!

Xuan Si Lei Zhen Zhu Xie Divine Manifestation!

Countless lightning bolts erupt behind him, forming a pair of electric wings that beat fiercely, like a thunderbolt cleaving the sky!

The Goat-Horn Hammer flashes with innumerable bolts of lightning!

Eight streams of Qi-wrought flooddragons coalesce. With a resounding reverberation, Li Qingshan swings the lightning-charged hammer at the stern, stoic Thunder Dragon!

Boom—!!!

Yet, just as his hammer nears the face of the Thunder Dragon mask, it is stopped dead in its tracks.

It’s as if an overwhelming force prevents it from advancing even an inch.

Then…

Li Qingshan is horrified to realize that the unleashed lightning is frenziedly lashing out at Thunder Dragon’s body, as if that mask has transformed into a black hole—greedily and madly devouring every bit of his thunderous might!

With a casual snap of his fingers, Thunder Dragon sends a colossal repulsion crashing into Li Qingshan, flinging him back against the wall.

Snow cascades over his head as he hits the wall.

Li Qingshan, behind his Cat Face Mask, shakes it off.

“Not bad. Again.”

Thunder Dragon intones coolly.

Disbelief flashes in Li Qingshan’s eyes.

After all, his thunder holds the power to eradicate evil—any villain or dark soul would be cleansed by it!

Yet the Underworld’s Thunder Dragon… exudes an almost sinister aura!

Li Che, wearing the Thunder Dragon Mask, is rather pleased.

Li Qingshan’s thunder seems to please him—no wonder Senior Qingshan’s technique is so expert.

In a moment of clarity,

sparkling lights flash before him.

【Dao Fruit: Thunder Magnetic Conduit (lv1 5%)】

Indeed, its maturity has improved slightly—meager though it may be, better than nothing.

Li Qingshan, now boiling with anger, still refuses to believe it…

Clenching his fist tightly, arcs of lightning flash again behind him, and the thunder-wings burst forth as he strikes at Thunder Dragon once more!

But once again, an invisible barrier surrounds him—the force negates his swing, devouring his bolt of lightning completely…

Li Qingshan feels numb inside.

Once, twice, thrice, four times…

He spares nothing, unleashing his power with every swing.

Thud—

He lands hard on the ground, breathing heavily.

The Goat-Horn Hammer dangles uselessly; Li Qingshan has lost all strength to lift it.

The hammer won’t budge…

No—his thunder is gone! It has been utterly drained, leaving nothing!

The Underworld veterans are on another level—truly formidable!

Thunder Dragon stands unmoved, arcs of lightning swirling around him. Merging with his qi, the terrifying Five Element Divine Guts begin to glow with lightning!

The mighty martial will surges forth.

Li Qingshan, sitting defeated, feels as though he’s facing an ancient beast that could crush him with one slap.

Too overwhelming—Thunder Dragon truly is a force beyond measure…

“Whew—”

“Inhale—”

Li Che’s bones resonate as the Thunder Magnetic Conduit fuses with his body, advancing further.

His fingers twitch; lightning snakes burst, shattering the air!

A falling snowflake is instantly obliterated by a bolt.

Eyes closed, countless snowflakes descend and whirl around him, as if summoning the power of the heavens and earth!

Li Qingshan watches, agape.

Suddenly,

the eyes beneath the Thunder Dragon Mask widen as an invisible repulsive force shatters all the swirling snow.

White, blurry snow dust sprinkles every corner of the courtyard.

Thunder Dragon approaches Li Qingshan and gently taps his shoulder.

A Sixfold Divine Crystal is extracted and pressed into Li Qingshan’s hand.

“Recover well—you’ll soon see promotions and salary increases beyond your dreams.”

After his words fade,

“Let’s depart.”

As soon as the words end, they are etched on Li Qingshan’s stupefied face behind his Cat Face Mask.

In an instant, Ogre, Ma Mian, Divine Monkey, and Black and White Wuchang vanish into thin air…

Leaving the vast courtyard with only a drained, exhausted Li Qingshan at its center,

Clutching a Sixfold Divine Crystal as if it were precious treasure…

He stands alone in the storm, bewildered.

What did he come here to do?!

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Snow whirls furiously in the deep, silent night.

On Daocheng’s main road, snow piles thickly.

Inside a luxurious carriage, soft lights glow as the wheels crunch through the snow. Under the pull of a blood-stained treasure steed, they break through the icy drifts.

The sound of hooves drowns out the soft fall of snow.

Inside the carriage,

Elder Su He Lian of the Su Family, Honorary Elder of Qianyuan Divine Sect, sits in a plush chair. A carbon stove steams hot water as he brews a piping cup of winter tea.

With his flowing beard, Su He Lian holds a stack of wedding invitations.

It seems the Su Family’s young disciples have yet another prize target—the extraordinarily gifted, those with the rare talents of the Imperial Gecko Sand.

“Not bad—much better than that fool Su Chuyang…”

“Our Su Family has that secret divine method to absorb a woman’s innate talent and convert it to our own; yet you, Su Chuyang, stubbornly rely on your own feeble gifts… How laughable!”

“Li Nuǎnxi—this girl, having just forged her divine foundation and ranked third on the Dragon Child Register—possesses a rare gift, a prodigy imbued with thousand-foot divine purple aura!”

“Such a genius girl, if married into the Su Family, could ensure we train a true Grandperson through Breath Retention Transformation!”

“Others must struggle without shortcuts, but you, Su Chuyang, had an easy start and still refuse to take it…”

“Do you think Su Chuyang’s talent was earned any other way? It was nothing but a mating of his father with a talented maiden!”

Su He Lian is visibly incensed, his anger bubbling over at Su Chuyang.

He had given Su Chuyang a chance, but the latter squandered it.

He once had high hopes for Su Chuyang—after all, among the Su Family’s prodigies, he was one of the brightest.

But alas, foolish indeed.

A good gift means little to Su He Lian; obedience and proper service to the Su Family are what truly matter.

Ha ha ha—

The carriage speeds on as the sounds of wind and snow outside crescendo.

Suddenly,

Su He Lian glances at the tea by his side.

The tea ripples gently.

Su He Lian’s eyes narrow sharply!

Because…

The sounds of wind, snow, and wheels have abruptly ceased!

It’s as if some invisible force has cut them off.

Then an immense, all-encompassing killing intent surges forth, like a tidal wave of doom!

Someone has triggered a deathly aura!

The heavens and earth seem to turn upside down!

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