The Ice Demoness Loves

Prologue: The Ice Demoness

The Venture Market was boisterous as cultivators from all over the world chatted with each other, exploring different places, eating various kinds of foods, or getting in line to buy multiple things such as clothes, pills, herbs, or interesting snacks. Stalls of all sizes were lined up and opened from morning till dawn, with their workers showing smiling faces and speaking with lusty voices to attract customers. Some restaurants only had tables set outside for their guests while some were more prominent and had a whole building to themselves.

A group of youthful friends managed to find seating in a popular restaurant and was curiously discussing the recent rumors as they waited for their food.

"Have you not heard of the rumors surrounding the demoness of the Moon Sect? Though she doesn't have the greatest personality and is quite arrogant, she has a beautiful face and showed great talent at a young age, professed to have limitless potential. However, after her fiancé broke off the engagement with her and started to pursue her cousin instead, it seems she went crazy. She mercilessly poisoned her own cousin to cripple her, dispersing all her cultivation and making her useless. Soon after, the demoness massacred a whole sect, not leaving even one survivor behind. Now, her master shuts himself in the Moon Sect for some unknown reason - if I had to guess, probably due to disappointment - therefore letting his direct disciple wreak havoc and killing all who offend her."

The 3 youths were silent after one of their friend's long monologue. Then they attentively scooted in closer with ears perked.

"Are you sure it's true? Then why doesn't anyone do something about it?"

"Are you stupid? Her cultivation is not shallow like yours and she has the Moon Sect to back her. Who would want to start a war with a major sect in the top five?" Since the Moon Sect master hasn't addressed this killing spree, then it was obvious he was still backing his disciple. Well, who would want to abandon their own disciple who has great talent and potential? Who knows if the Moon Sect Master even believes these rumors? What if the Ice Demoness was feeding him lies?

"None of the major sects are going to do anything about it?"

"You don't know, but the demoness always has an excuse before she killed someone, and those she got rid of were of lower cultivation without any real power or position."

"So... people like us?" One of them lifted their head and cautiously glanced around. If the demoness was here, wouldn't she kill all of them from offending her? Only when he confirmed no one who fit the Ice Demoness's description were around did he sigh in relief.

"Ahem! Right, plenty have been killed by her sword, but since she had a reason... let's just keep our nose out of it. Sooner or later, such people will fall by making too many enemies." They lowered their voices and changed the topic, but the demoness's reputation was already etched into their minds.

Within the busy market, as others minded their own businesses and walked towards their destination, a lone woman dressed in dark purple robes could be seen walking in a constant stride as she glanced around with uncaring eyes. She carried a silver sword on her left hand and the embroidered white tassel hanging on her waist prettily swayed as she walked.

Suddenly, a man wearing clothes that identified him as a servant could be seen bumping into her and then bowing. From afar, it was only a moment, but words were exchanged between the two and suddenly, the head of the servant flew to the ground, separated from his body. Nearby cultivators who saw the happening released frightful screams and attention was drawn towards the lady who suddenly drew her sword without much thought.

The female cultivator possessed a beautiful face but had unsmiling lips with eyes that emitted a cold light. Cultivators who were near suddenly felt an invisible pressure when they stared at her silver sword that had not a spot of blood and they backed away timidly, withdrawing their eyes in case they met her gaze. Her cultivation was not to be underestimated.