Chapter 585 - 381: The Enraged Emperor. Order Dongchang to Deal with the Crown Prince!

Chapter 585: Chapter 381: The Enraged Emperor. Order Dongchang to Deal with the Crown Prince!

Xiao Fenghe was just about to continue explaining when Lu Xuan suddenly raised his hand and waved.

"Leave."

The icy words, like cold iron hitting the ground, allowed no room for doubt.

Xiao Fenghe shuddered, forcibly swallowing back the words at the tip of his tongue.

He took one last deep look at the bluestone the sect had guarded for generations, his eyes filled with regret and unwillingness.

As he exited the forbidden area, the sect leader of Qingfeng Sect clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.

He wished he could slap himself twice—if it weren’t for the Crown Prince’s promised dominion over the martial world, how would he have exposed the sect’s hundreds of years of secrets before Dongchang?

The mountain wind whimpered, as if mocking his foolishness.

Xiao Fenghe hunched his back, aging ten years in an instant.

He knew that from today onwards, Qingfeng Sect’s greatest secret would no longer belong to Qingfeng Sect.

Lu Xuan, without turning his head, waved his sleeve toward the cave entrance, and in an instant, biting coldness swiftly swept across the entire rear mountain forbidden area.

Ka, crack... The sound of freezing teeth-grittingly followed.

The ground’s bluestone frosted inch by inch, and the rock walls were instantly covered with crystalline ice patterns.

Most terrifying was at the cave entrance, where thick ice layers spread at visible speed, quickly forming an ice wall several feet thick.

The gleaming ice surface reflected a ghostly blue cold light, completely isolating two worlds within and without.

When the sky full of ice crystals ceased growing, the entire cave had turned into an ice pit.

Xiao Fenghe stood dumbfounded, able only to see vaguely through the ice wall that the figure in the python robe stood before the bluestone, his robe moving despite no wind.

Until the final moment, snow-colored Gang Qi quickly spread across the ice surface, completely enveloping the transparent ice layer.

In a flash, the entire cave entrance transformed into a naturally formed ice mirror, revealing nothing inside.

Xiao Fenghe staggered back two steps, a rancid sweetness rising in his throat.

His twisted visage was reflected on the ice surface, where the snow-colored Gang Qi still flowed within the ice layer’s depths.

From this point on, this thousand-year-old pocket world would no longer be accessible to Qingfeng Sect.

Lu Xuan stepped across the ice, standing three feet before the bluestone.

The Dao patterns circulating on the stone body began to tremble violently, as if sensing some terrifying existence.

"An unexpected joy."

His pale-as-jade right hand slowly pressed onto the stone surface, and the moment his fingertips touched, the whole bluestone started humming.

The system light screen unfolded in the void, and the pale gold data stream intertwined with the Dao rhythm of the bluestone.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Fourth Life)

Realm: Grandmaster (Consummate)

Cultivation Technique: Extreme Cold Palm 12/9

Points: 21100

Detected the power of heaven and earth, please confirm whether to extract.

The ice light in Lu Xuan’s eyes suddenly intensified, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

"Extract."

As the two words were gently spoken, the Dao patterns on the bluestone suddenly spun madly, and the entire cave began violently trembling.

The heaven and earth essence, flowing for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, at this moment converged like rivers to the sea, flooding toward Lu Xuan’s pale palm...

One stick of incense later.

When Lu Xuan withdrew his hand, the ancient bluestone suddenly let out a groan of unbearable pressure.

The Dao patterns on the stone body, flowing for millennia, cracked inch by inch, and the once-crystal-clear stone began graying visibly.

Crack... The crisp sound of shattering echoed through the cave.

The entire bluestone suddenly transformed into thousands of light spots, drifting away in the biting cold wind.

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his attention entirely focused on the system panel.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Fourth Life)

Realm: Grandmaster (Consummate)

Cultivation Technique: Extreme Cold Palm 12/9 (Can be deduced)

Points: 91100

A gain of 70000 system points!

Please confirm whether to consume 75000 system points to deduce Extreme Cold Palm.

"Deduce!"

Meanwhile, the Twelve Guardians of Dongchang only then, disheveled and wretched, climbed up to the mountain gate with the remnants of Dongchang.

These formerly majestic factory guards now had everyone in ragged clothes and covered in wounds.

Someone’s arm twisted into a bizarre angle, another dragged a broken leg with great difficulty, and more had bright blood continuously spilling from mouth and nose.

They appeared like ghosts crawling back from hell, without a trace of Dongchang’s elite demeanor.

But it’s no wonder, having been swept off the cliff by that annihilating Gang wind, it was already fortunate to survive.

A rough count showed at least hundreds of Dongchang men permanently resting in the rubble below the mountain, not even bodies to bury.

Cao Er angrily wiped the blood from his face, his gaze directed at the distant rolling sea of clouds, his pupils involuntarily contracting.

"Damn it!"

This Dongchang deputy cursed, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

If he hadn’t reached the Grandmaster realm and managed to activate his Protective Gang Qi at the eleventh hour, clamping his fingers into the rock crevices like iron hooks.

He would have already been smashed into mincemeat, drinking tea with King Yama in the underworld.

Recalling that annihilating Gang wind, Cao Er still felt lingering fear.

His life was practically snatched back from the gates of hell.

Cao Er resisted the pain throughout his body and lifted his eyes toward the opposite side—Qingfeng Sect’s hundreds of disciples had formed a sword array.

And Xiao Fenghe stood at the front of the array, those bloodshot eyes boiling with overwhelming killing intent.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Cao Er spat a mouthful of blood-stained saliva, sweeping his eyes over his surroundings.

The Twelve Guardians were all injured, and the remaining men couldn’t even stand properly.

The biggest problem was—where was godfather?

"Second brother..." Cao Qi’s voice trembled: "Godfather wouldn’t have..."

"Shut up!"

Cao Er barked, sweat already beading on his forehead.

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