16: Chapter 16 Sister Qingxue

Gu Sheng gnashed his teeth. "Fine. I'll trust you this once."

With a thought, he instantly deactivated the 'Thousand Faces' trait that he had exchanged for one hundred destiny points.

Inside Tingxue Pavilion, the muscles and bones in Gu Han's face emitted subtle sounds of misalignment.

Her originally cold and ordinary features were rapidly reshaped.

Her skin became a bloodless, ghostly pale. The lines between her brows became extremely sharp and perfect. At the center of her forehead, a natural, deep blue snowflake mark slowly emerged.

The aura of the Lunar MysteriousChar Body's Origin was no longer suppressed and was completely released.

The temperature in the room instantly dropped to absolute freezing point.

A thick layer of ice armor formed on the surface of the red sandalwood table and chairs. Moisture in the air condensed into tiny ice crystals, suspended in mid-air.

Standing to the side, Su Qianxue was forced back several steps by this sudden burst of Origin cold. Her back pressed against the wall, her whole body trembling, and the circulation of spiritual energy within her became sluggish.

A violent gray light flashed across the surface of the black ring on her chest.

Danqingzi's remnant soul let out a distorted scream within the ring's space.

"Lunar MysteriousChar Body! A Major Achievement stage Lunar MysteriousChar Body! How could such a Physique appear in this Beiming Land! What kind of monster is this woman!"

Outside the courtyard.

Mu Qinghan ignored the members of the Su Family kneeling on the ground. She walked straight toward the backyard.

She walked very slowly. With every step she took, the bluestone slabs beneath her feet would freeze over a large area.

She stopped outside the gate of Tingxue Pavilion.

That aura. That aura permeating from within the courtyard.

Mu Qinghan's Dao Heart, which had been dead for three hundred years, vibrated violently at this moment. Her breathing became rapid, and her Golden Core Peak True Qi rampaged through her Meridians, nearly causing a Qi Deviation.

She raised her right hand and pressed it against the wooden door.

Her fingers were trembling.

"Enter." A cold voice drifted from inside the courtyard. Just a single word.

Mu Qinghan pushed the door open with force.

Gu Han stood on the steps. A plain white long dress, barefoot. Her peerless face held no expression as she looked coldly toward the courtyard gate.

Mu Qinghan's gaze collided with that face. It collided with that deep blue snowflake mark.

Time stood still at this moment.

The violent ice-element Spiritual Pressure around Mu Qinghan instantly collapsed. The snowflakes dancing across the sky lost their power source and fluttered down to the ground.

Her eyes quickly reddened. Her lips quivered violently.

"Thud."

The high and mighty Ice Spirit Sect Saintess, the Prodigy whom countless Cultivators in the Beiming Land looked up to, slammed her knees heavily onto the frost-covered bluestone slabs.

"Sister Qingxue..." Mu Qinghan's voice was hoarse as tears burst from her eyes, "It's really you."

Inside the Tianxuan Peak Hall.

Gu Sheng's hand holding the Dao Enlightenment Tea shook. Tea splashed onto the back of his hand.

Sister Qingxue?

He quickly steadied his mind. He couldn't show weakness.

Gu Han stood on the steps, looking down at Mu Qinghan kneeling in the snow. She made no movement.

[Ding.]

[Detected that the important plot character Mu Qinghan's emotions have completely spiraled out of control; fate trajectories have intersected.]

[destiny points +1000.]

[Current Destiny Point Balance: 3600 points.]

Gu Sheng's eyes lit up. This wasn't trouble; this was a walking ATM. The System truly did not deceive me; this 'soft rice' tastes wonderful.

"You still recognize me." Gu Han followed the line of thought provided by the System, her tone flat, revealing no joy or anger.

Mu Qinghan moved forward two steps on her knees. She tilted her head up, her tears hitting the ice and instantly freezing into ice beads.

"Qinghan would not dare forget. For three hundred years, Qinghan has cultivated the remnants of the Ice Heart Mantra taught by Sister day and night. They all said you died in the internal strife of the Xuanming Hall, but I didn't believe them. I knew that Sister must still be alive."

Gu Sheng's mind raced.

Xuanming Hall? Three hundred years ago? Taught techniques?

Holy crap, System, you're a real grave robber!

But now was not the time to think about that.

The original owner of this Clone not only had a grand background but was also a 'technique-bestowing grandmother' level existence.

Su Qianxue leaned against the wall, completely dumbfounded by the sight.

The Ice Spirit Sect Saintess was a legendary figure, someone whom even the City Lord of Xueluo City would have to kneel to welcome. Now, this great figure was kneeling before Sister Gu, shedding tears.

Danqingzi was frantically gasping in the ring.

"Xuanming Hall Goddess Luo Qingxue! No wonder... no wonder she could casually produce the remnants of the Supreme Creation Soul Condensation Manual! This was a ruthless person who made the Prodigies of the Central Plains unable to lift their heads back then! To think that I am actually working for such a figure!"

Gu Han walked down the steps. She stopped in front of Mu Qinghan.

Inside the Tingxue Pavilion courtyard.

The wind and snow completely ceased. The ice spikes in the air lost their spiritual power support and crashed onto the bluestone slabs, shattering into a ground full of ice debris.

Gu Han stood on the steps, looking down at Mu Qinghan kneeling on the ice.

In the distant Eastern Desolation, at the Tianxuan Peak Hall.

Gu Sheng leaned back in the main seat, his fingers unconsciously tapping the table. He indeed didn't know how deep the friendship between the original owner of this body and the Ice Spirit Sect Saintess went. The information provided by the System was entirely blank. But judging from this woman's defenseless posture and her emotional breakdown, the relationship was definitely extraordinary.

Hostility resolved. Can be utilized.

Gu Sheng's thought shifted slightly.

Inside Tingxue Pavilion, Gu Han raised her right hand. A gentle surge of Lunar spiritual energy emerged from her palm, transforming into an invisible hand that supported Mu Qinghan's knees, forcing her up.

"Stand up." Gu Han's voice lost its previous extreme coldness, gaining a hint of peace.

Mu Qinghan stood straight. She haphazardly wiped the tears from her face. Her Golden Core Peak cultivation was useless at this moment. Her eyes were red, and her gaze was fixed firmly on the snowflake mark on Gu Han's forehead.

"Let's go inside and talk." Gu Han turned and pushed open the wooden door.

Mu Qinghan followed her in without hesitation.

Su Qianxue stood against the wall, not daring to even breathe loudly. She watched as the Ice Spirit Sect Saintess—who was usually so high and mighty that even the City Lord of Xueluo City had to kowtow to welcome her—now followed behind Gu Han into the room as obediently as a Utility Disciple who had made a mistake.

"Pour tea." Gu Han sat down on a red sandalwood chair.

Su Qianxue snapped out of her daze and hurried to the table. She picked up the teapot, her hands shaking violently. As the tea was poured into the cup, a thin layer of frost formed on its surface as soon as it touched the air.

Gu Han withdrew her released Lunar Origin aura. The temperature in the room slowly began to rise.

Mu Qinghan sat down opposite Gu Han. Her posture was ramrod straight, her hands placed on her knees, tightly clutching her skirt.

"Sister Qingxue." Mu Qinghan spoke again, her voice still trembling. "Three hundred years ago, there was internal strife in Xuanming Hall. Rumor has it that three Nirvana Stage experts joined forces to besiege the Lunar Main Peak. The Hall Master died in battle, and you... your Divine Soul was extinguished."

Mu Qinghan's eyes reddened again. "In these three hundred years, not a trace of Lunar spiritual energy has appeared in the Beiming Land. I have searched every inch of the Xuanming Hall ruins and couldn't even find a corner of your clothes. How could you appear here? Your cultivation..."

Mu Qinghan paused. She did not dare to lightly probe Gu Han's details, but from the burst of aura just now, although the Origin was extremely pure and terrifying, the total amount of spiritual energy was indeed only at the Qi Refinement Great Perfection.

Su Qianxue stood to the side, her ears perked up.

Inside the black ring on her chest, Danqingzi's remnant soul also drifted to the edge of the ring. He also wanted to know how a top-tier Prodigy who had been dead for three hundred years could 'corpse-revive' with a Qi Refinement Stage cultivation.