Chapter 584 - 380: Spare Me, Grand Eunuch—I Offer My Sect’s Supreme Treasure! (Part 2)

Chapter 584: Chapter 380: Spare Me, Grand Eunuch—I Offer My Sect’s Supreme Treasure! (Part 2)

The gale roared like ten thousand fierce beasts, the Gang Wind spun like countless blades.

Fragments of stone and withered leaves formed a rapidly spinning death noose around the palm print, emitting a teeth-grating shriek.

Yet Lu Xuan remained standing with his hands behind his back, the robe with black python patterns fluttering wildly in the storm, only a barely noticeable fine crease between his brows.

His eyes flashed with a cold brilliance, like two extraordinary icy souls.

A bone-chilling cold spread along Lu Xuan’s gaze, causing the air it touched to coalesce into fine ice crystals.

In the next moment, a layer of frost-white Gang Qi suddenly surged up around Lu Xuan, forming a crystalline, transparent layer of ice on the surface of his body.

It collided head-on with the descending blue giant palm, the resulting explosion of sound shook the world to a standstill.

"Cold..."

"So cold...."

Among the four Qingfeng Sect elders watching from a distance, one elder’s voice suddenly froze, teeth chattering with the sound of ice crystals colliding.

This Grandmaster, who had practiced the Clear Wind Palm for decades, was, at this moment, uncontrollably trembling.

Just like the snowy night eighty years ago when he knelt barefoot on the icy edge of Qing Peak, the cold piercing through his thin cloth shoes into his bones.

The protective Gang Qi of the other three elders also let out groans under the unbearable pressure.

They shockingly discovered that their exhaled white breath congealed into tiny icicles in the air, while frost flowers unknowingly covered their robes.

The first elder of Qingfeng Sect tried to activate his Inner Strength, only to find the flow of True Qi in his meridians had become sluggish and viscous, like a stream that was about to freeze but hadn’t yet in winter.

This chill arrived silently.

Not the biting ferocity of the north wind, but the piercing cold of a deep, still pool.

Just like when their master tested their temperament by making them meditate in an icy pool for three days.

But the cold at this moment was even harsher, as if even the thoughts of these Grandmasters were about to be frozen.

The second elder of Qingfeng Sect watched as ice crystals grew visibly on his silver beard.

He suddenly recalled the night of punishment in his youth, facing the wall in an ice cave.

The cold of this moment perfectly overlapped with the most fearsome feeling in the depths of his memory.

All around the square, everything began to quietly freeze over.

More frighteningly, the chill didn’t come from the outside but slowly seeped from the formless air, making everyone’s heartbeat slow down...

And the mysterious initiator of all this.

Lu Xuan slowly raised his right hand, the fingertip pale as bone, gently pointing towards the enormous blue palm print.

In an instant——

"Crack... crash...."

The teeth-grating sound of freezing swept across the world.

The sky-covering blue giant palm began to freeze rapidly from the point of contact!

Azure ice crystals spread visibly, in the blink of an eye, transforming the entire palm print into an ice sculpture stretching across the heavens.

Under the sunlight, within the frozen palm print, the blue Gang Wind, halted mid-flow, could still be seen!

The sneer on Xio Fenghe’s lips suddenly froze.

The blazing sun still hung high, yet a drop of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

This drop of sweat didn’t have time to fall; it froze on his cheekbone.

It wasn’t the gravity of confronting a strong enemy, but the instinctive shiver of prey meeting its natural predator.

Just like the giant python he encountered in the mountain stream as a child, the vertical pupils exuded an absolute suppression beyond any species’ boundaries.

At the last moment, it was his master who saved him, but now, Xio Fenghe no longer had his master!

"This... impossible...."

Xio Fenghe’s pupils contracted violently, reflecting the pale finger pressing against the heavens.

Because Lu Xuan hadn’t even used a technique.

He merely lifted his hand lightly, and the formless chill spread through the air.

This indescribable chill even caused the formless air of the world to cease flowing.

As casually as a child bursting a soap bubble with a stick, he effortlessly pierced through the ultimate martial arts legacy, the "Wind Howls Down on the World."

Xio Fenghe’s purple robe was suddenly covered with ice crystals.

The chill filled the entire Qing Peak, even he, a Grandmaster, wasn’t immune to the onslaught.

"My lord of the Dongchang, have mercy!"

Xio Fenghe suddenly fell to his knees, the Qingyu tiles cracking into web-like patterns.

The renowned Grandmaster of the martial world at this moment, bows even lower than the humblest servant of the Qingfeng Sect.

"Our Qingfeng Sect has always been loyal to the imperial court, how dare we become enemies with Dongchang? It’s truly..."

His voice suddenly stops—before him, the air condenses into several icicles, reflecting his twisted image.

The atmosphere freezes terrifyingly.

After three breaths, Xio Fenghe’s forehead heavily knocks against the ice surface: "It’s Mr. Qing!"

"Three months ago, he came with a token from the Eastern Palace, saying... saying His Majesty has long been dissatisfied with the Factory Director..."

Every word he utters trembles with shivering teeth, "As long as we cooperate in his play, once it’s done... all martial sects will fall under our Qingfeng Sect’s governance..."

"He even promised titles of king and minister, blinded by greed, we were forced!"

"Crack, crack—"

Xio Fenghe’s confession does not bring the temperature back up; instead, the sound of ice cracking permeates the air.

He discovers in horror that the white breath he exhales condenses into sharp ice shards in the air, which then "rustle" and fall by his feet.

In the distance, the four elders of the Qingfeng Sect have long been seated in formation, crimson Gang Qi steaming around them.

The head elder’s beard and hair stand on end, boiling True Qi billows his robe like a sphere.

But those surging waves of heat, once three inches from their bodies, freeze into blood-colored ice crystals, forming an eerie red frost ring around them.

"Factory... Factory Director?"

Xio Fenghe’s voice starts to distort; he is shocked to realize his tongue is stiffening.

Even more terrifying is the cold traveling along his meridians, which is freezing his True Qi into ice bits bit by bit.

Xio Fenghe clenches his teeth tightly, his body trembling as he struggles to stand.

He understands better than anyone that this is Qingfeng Sect’s last chance.

If missed, by sunrise tomorrow, Qingfeng Sect will no longer exist in this world.

A trace of resolution flashes in Xio Fenghe’s eyes!

Since defeat is certain, accepting fate is the only way—history favors the victorious, and it’s been this way since ancient times.

At this moment, Qingfeng Sect is nothing more than meat on the chopping board.

"Factory Director..."

His voice is hoarse as his forehead hits the ice hard, "Our Qingfeng Sect is willing to offer the sect’s treasure, begging your elder... pacify your anger."

A stick of incense later.

Xio Fenghe leads the way with bent posture, every step taken with trepidation.

He guides Lu Xuan through a deep cave to a hidden forbidden area behind Qing Peak.

Year-round, it’s enshrouded in fog, where past sect leaders practiced in seclusion.

Ordinary disciples daring to approach risk abolition of martial arts, or even death.

"Factory Director, this is... the place."

Xio Fenghe’s voice shakes uncontrollably as he points to the edge of the cliff.

At the brink of the abyss stands a half-human tall ancient stone, its body swirling with tangible blue Qi.

The stone seems ordinary yet exudes indescribable mystery.

The surface covered with natural Dao patterns, each vein flowing with a liquid-like spiritual aura.

Strangely, although only half a meter tall, it gives a sense of being as heavy as a mountain.

Xio Fenghe once tried, even with full strength, this stone didn’t budge, seemingly rooted with the entire Qing Peak.

"This stone has been here since the founding grandmaster..."

Xio Fenghe cautiously approaches the stone and stops three feet away.

The light swirling on the stone’s surface brightens as if sensing someone close, casting a blue hue across the cliff.

"Anyone fated to touch it for the first time can absorb the Dao charm within."

A trace of reminiscence appears in Xio Fenghe’s eyes, "When I first became sect leader, it helped me break through the Grandmaster’s barrier..."

Speaking, he shakes his head with a bitter smile, "Unfortunately, the chance comes but once in a lifetime."

"Touching it a second time renders it an ordinary stone."

"Stranger still... with each absorption, its aura diminishes by a fraction,

The grandmaster’s notes record, over three hundred years it has dimmed significantly..."

If not for this limitation, our Qingfeng Sect could have long dominated the martial world.