3: You deserve to die for impersonating him.

Inside the mountain gate, several Inner Sect Disciples responsible for guarding arrived upon hearing the commotion. The one in the lead, upon seeing the situation outside the gate, couldn't help but be stunned.

He saw a pale-faced, weak-auraed man being supported by another Loose Cultivator of lower cultivation, looking at the mountain gate with an agitated expression.

The guarding Disciples exchanged glances, seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Supreme Being Su?

Isn't that the Sect Master's Revered Master, a legendary figure who perished a hundred years ago while saving the world?

"Who dares to cause a disturbance here!" the lead Disciple sternly shouted, though his tone didn't dare to be too forceful.

Over the past hundred years, there had been no less than eight hundred, if not a thousand, people who came to swindle and deceive. Yet, no swindler had ever dared to be so blatant, openly calling the Sect Master by her name and claiming to be that legendary Supreme Being.

Ma Liu's heart swelled with joy upon seeing someone emerge, knowing the act had begun.

He pushed Zhao Si away, stumbled a few steps, and extended his hand towards the mountain gate, lamenting, "Mu Qingxue... my Disciple... go inform her, just say... just say Su Lin has returned!"

This performance was undeniably realistic; the guarding Disciples were genuinely stunned for a moment, unsure how to proceed.

Just then, the performance in front of the mountain gate was interrupted by a sudden chill.

The world instantly fell silent.

The temperature plummeted, and the Spiritual Qi in the air condensed into countless tiny ice crystals, reflecting a cold, clear light.

An invisible pressure descended, instantly turning the faces of the guarding Disciples pale and constricting their breathing.

Ma Liu and Zhao Si were directly pressed to their knees, trembling all over.

In the distance, Su Lin's pupils contracted.

This aura... she has arrived.

Immediately after, all the warm hues in the sunlight receded, leaving only a clear, cold light.

The Spiritual Qi in the air condensed into billions of hexagonal, transparent ice crystals, suspended in the air like billions of stars.

In the hundred-zhang airspace in front of the mountain gate, space twisted like water ripples, then froze inch by inch, spreading from nothingness, actually coalescing into a shimmering, transparent ice crystal staircase out of thin air.

Upon the staircase, a spotless white jade foot was the first to step out.

Her skin was whiter than snow, radiant as jade, its lines fluid and firm, extending from the ankle to the knee, and further upwards into the depths concealed by her skirt. Every inch was flawless.

When her face fully entered everyone's view, time seemed to slow down.

It was a face of exquisite beauty, with delicate features, not a single flaw to be found.

However, between her jade-like, smooth brows, there was a trace of persistent weariness.

Her lips, which used to always hold a sweet smile, were now simply pressed together calmly, without an arc.

Mu Qingxue did not pay attention to anyone else, but instead fixed her gaze on Ma Liu in the distance.

In her eyes, a ripple finally appeared, a mixture of disgust and a familiar annoyance.

Ma Liu suppressed the tremor originating from the depths of his Soul, raised his head, and forced a mix of ecstasy and heartbreak onto his face: "Qingxue... you... you finally came! This Revered Master..."

Mu Qingxue did not let him finish his sentence.

Her Divine Sense, vast as a sea of smoke, had already enveloped the entire scene the moment she arrived.

The cultivation, aura, and even every subtle fluctuation of the Divine Soul of the guarding Disciples present, Su Lin in the distance, and these two ants kneeling before her, were all laid bare within her perception.

Zhao Si, beside him, was even more terrified, his Divine Soul trembling, his fear and calculations as clear to Mu Qingxue's perception as black characters on white paper.

Here it comes again.

This nauseating trick again.

The last ripple in Mu Qingxue's eyes also returned to dead silence, leaving only an indifference akin to handling a chore.

"Soul Search."

Her vermilion lips parted slightly, uttering two words, her voice calm but carrying an undeniable weariness.

Golden Divine Sense instantly transformed into countless fine needles, piercing into Ma Liu's Sea of Consciousness.

The expression on his face instantly froze, his entire being like an insect trapped in amber, unable to move.

The next moment, Ma Liu's body twitched violently, his eyes bulging, his face etched with extreme terror.

He felt his Soul being forcibly torn from his mind by an invisible hand, countless memories, thoughts, and secrets being brutally sifted through by an irresistible force.

"Ah...!"

A shrill, non-human scream finally broke through the restraint.

In the distance, Su Lin's heart sank sharply.

What an overbearing, what a ruthless method!

The Soul Search technique is incredibly malicious; the slightest mistake can shatter the opponent's Divine Soul, rendering them an idiot.

And Mu Qingxue's method was clearly even more severe; she didn't care about the other party's life or death, merely extracting the information she wanted at the fastest possible speed.

After just one breath, the disgust in Mu Qingxue's eyes grew even stronger.

She seemed to have finished reading a boring book and was about to casually discard it.

"Impersonating him, you deserve to die."

Her voice was calm, yet it was like a decree.

Ma Liu, along with his torn and shattered Divine Soul, which was restrained by Divine Sense, instantly burst into a cloud of dust with a 'bang,' scattering with the wind, leaving not a single trace.

Zhao Si, beside him, was already scared out of his wits, collapsing to the ground, incoherently kowtowing and begging for mercy: "Fairy, spare my life! Sect Master, spare my life! He forced me, it has nothing to do with me..."

Mu Qingxue's gaze swept over him indifferently, as if looking at a noisy insect.

"An accomplice, even more deserving of death."

She flicked her finger, and a slender streak of spiritual light flashed, instantly piercing through Zhao Si's glabella.

Zhao Si's pleas for mercy abruptly ceased, his body stiffened, the vitality in his eyes rapidly faded, and he too turned into dust.

From her appearance until this moment, only a brief ten-odd breaths had passed.

Two Core Formation Stage Cultivators, two swindlers who had put on a clumsy double act before her, had already had their Divine Souls extinguished.

Throughout the entire process, Mu Qingxue's expression did not change in the slightest, as if she had merely brushed away two annoying specks of dust.

Behind the distant mountain rock, Su Lin clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

He was not afraid of Mu Qingxue's decisive ruthlessness; instead, an indescribable bitterness surged within him.

In these long hundred years, how many similar deceptions and tests had she endured to temper a once soft heart into such hardness, sealing all emotions beneath this cold facade?

These thunderous methods, rather than being ruthless, were a forced act of self-protection.

After completing all of this, Mu Qingxue's calm yet weary eyes accurately turned towards his hiding place.

"There's still one more. After watching the show for so long, it's time to get out, isn't it?"

Su Lin let out a bitter laugh in his heart.

He knew that with his current Core Formation Stage cultivation, it was impossible to hide from the Divine Sense of a Void Refining Grand Power.

He slowly emerged from behind the mountain rock, meeting her cold gaze.

Their eyes met.