166: I want the Ice Soul Technique!

A hundred Yuting Guards surrounded Ruo Liuli, who then brought Feng Ping, whom she had suppressed, to the City Lord's Mansion.

At this moment, Feng Ping was somewhat disoriented, but thankfully his Heart-Nature was quite firm, so he didn't make a fool of himself.

Upon entering the City Lord's Mansion, he was led to a desolate courtyard.

He looked up, filled with shock.

He saw straight, hard greyish-green bamboo shoots piercing through the dome of a large hall, the dome and the bamboo shoots complementing each other to create a wild and untamed appearance.

Amidst the wildness, there was a vibrant vitality, as if the profound charm of something breaking through the earth was leisurely emerging.

And within it, it seemed a fierce beast was being firmly suppressed.

Its sound unheard.

Its presence unseen.

Its form unfelt.

Feng Ping took a deep breath, trying his best to calm his emotions, and then asked in a deep voice,

"I am Feng Ping. Greetings, Senior."

"Feng Ping is merely a Loose Cultivator. I don't know why Senior has summoned me here? If there are any instructions, Senior, please speak freely. Whether it's crossing a mountain of blades or plunging into a sea of fire, I will not hesitate."

After saying these words, Feng Ping bowed his head deeply.

In this world, there are many natural divides; Immortal Sect True Disciples look down on Immortal Family Descendants, Immortal Family Descendants look down on small Sects, and small Sects, in turn, look down on Loose Cultivators.

Feng Ping had long known of this disparity, and thus, when facing someone who was likely an Immortal Sect True Disciple, he was exceptionally reverent.

The lives of Loose Cultivators are not considered lives; he certainly didn't want his Late Stage Qi Refining life to end due to a trivial matter like disrespect.

After an unknown amount of time, the sharp aura around him grew increasingly intense.

The pillars seemed to come alive, strangely piercing into the soles of his feet, and waves of excruciating pain swept over him.

Cold sweat streamed down his temples... Just as he was about to collapse, he heard a magnetic voice, like celestial music.

"Fellow Daoist, you're too close."

"What?"

Just as Feng Ping was about to look up, he found a hand forming a seal, sharply piercing into his glabella.

A small, crescent moon suddenly entered his glabella.

His inner premonition was warning him frantically, and he retreated explosively, Feng Ping was just about to flee the City Lord's Mansion.

His body, however, suddenly froze in place.

On the bitter bamboo branches around him, exquisite, lifelike ice cicadas were fluttering their wings.

The frost aura contained within them left him in a dilemma.

"Such precise spell control."

Before the words finished, Feng Ping actually rolled his eyes and fell silent.

After a few breaths, the figure of 'Feng Ping' began to sway again.

Then, the Spiritual Qi aura on his body steadily increased until it just reached the Perfection Realm of Qi Refining Layer Nine before stopping.

The ice cicadas on his body, however, flowed like water, being swallowed by 'Feng Ping'.

The voice of this 'Feng Ping' was filled with a completely different coldness.

"You forced me out?"

Then, the ordinary-faced Feng Ping looked up, a pair of ice-cold eyes appearing before him, his gaze directed towards the young Cultivator in the Bitter Bamboo Forest opposite him, whose feet were pierced, his inner robes disheveled, but who possessed an even greater ethereal charm like an exiled immortal under the moon.

"What a rich Ice Law Aptitude. Black Ridge City is Qingchi Mountain's territory, so you must be a guardian Cultivator from the Qingchi Mountain Immortal Clan? But I've never heard of such a powerful Ice Law Immortal Clan."

The young figure did not waste many words, his gaze indifferent, seemingly very similar to Feng Ping's ice-cold eyes.

But in his eyes, there was less of Feng Ping's profoundness and more of a madness.

"Is who I am important?"

'Feng Ping' originally didn't want to meddle, nor did he want to appear.

But if this Physical Body died, he would have to waste a lot of time cultivating it, and too much wasted time would also make it unfavorable for him to retrieve his other Divine Souls later.

So, being forced, he could only appear.

He was just very curious, why did this Qingchi Mountain Cultivator force a Demonic Path Cultivator's Divine Thought to appear, yet not strike to kill him? What was the reason?

Could it be that lambs and hungry wolves could already coexist peacefully?

Then, 'Feng Ping' kindly reminded him,

"Young man, the Righteous Path and the Demonic Path are irreconcilable... Also."

"I have no plans to take disciples right now."

"?"

Shen Li glanced at the Divine Soul before him, but ignored the teasing in its words, directly taking out the human skin scroll from his Storage Pouch.

He said with a smile,

"Didn't you come here for this?"

Shen Li didn't know the cause and effect, nor did he know how this former Great True Person had gradually fallen to such a Realm.

But he knew the most basic things.

The Grand True Person Seven Souls was split into seven, and this Grand True Person Seven Souls was truly extraordinary; even like this, he could still stubbornly hold on, his Divine Soul never dissipating.

He could even master many secrets and manipulate Cultivators.

He was even carrying out his plan step by step.

Currently, one of the Grand True Person Seven Souls had somehow escaped, manipulating this Loose Cultivator to come to Black Ridge City, his purpose self-evident.

It must be for the human skin scroll in Shen Li's hand.

Since he risked so much to come here, it meant the importance of this scroll exceeded Shen Li's imagination.

Thus, it gave Shen Li the possibility of dealing with the devil.

As for whether this action would affect Qingchi Mountain, Shen Li was not clear, but looking at it now, the Immortal Master's aura was on him, yet no one had intervened to stop him.

He assumed they had already adopted a tacit attitude.

This made Shen Li's thoughts even more audacious.

His... demonic thoughts had given rise to many ideas.

He even had the idea of... cultivating Demonic Path... techniques.

And it became unstoppable.

Shen Li unrolled the human skin scroll, and the Grand True Person Seven Souls' handwriting on it was frantically scribbled, as if in great fear.

"My name is Shen Li. When you see this, I am already dead! Because I handed this Senior's Divine Soul to a mortal enemy! In a few years, this Senior will personally come to kill me!"

"If I want to survive, I cannot hand over the scroll!"

"My name is Shen Li. When you see this, I have already become the successor of the Bewitching Soul lineage and the Ice Soul lineage's techniques! All of this came from that afternoon when I held onto my Heart-Nature and did not hand it over to this person!"

"My name is Shen Li....&*( &%% !@!~!)"

Seeing this situation, Shen Li revealed a smile.

Clearly, the entity within the human skin scroll had fallen into a state of collapse and malfunction; he hadn't expected it to differ from his predictions.

These seven Divine Souls were not a single entity, but rather in a state of competition?

Each Divine Soul mastered a lineage of techniques and developed a relatively independent personality? And then they mutually devoured each other.

In that case... the plan would be even easier to execute.

Shen Li's smile was faint, but it sent a chill down Feng Ping's spine.

However, an infinite attraction and greed kept his eyes fixed on the human skin scroll.

His throat worked, saliva like magma.

He swallowed with extreme difficulty.

Feng Ping spoke,

"What do you want?"

Shen Li rolled the human skin scroll back into his Storage Pouch, separating the two again.

He said calmly,

"I want the Ice Law."