Wu Chang Jie

101+102

Chapter 101
They thought they would continue to be hunted when they returned to the Ice Palace, but the Ice Palace was no longer the same as it was before when they entered the Spirit Palace.

Qi Meng Sheng's frost broke through the boundary, and the vast Ice Palace became a true demonic cave of ice and snow. The floors, beams, tables, chairs and ornaments, were all covered in a thick layer of frost and snow, as if the place had been lifted off the top and a heavy snowfall like a downpour, covering everything with an eerie white, never to see the day again.

The disciples of the Cangyu Sect who did not have time to escape, or of lower rank, turned into stiff ice statues, emitting a cold deadly aura.

"Master, big brother Lan ..." Xie Bi An jumped off Fan Wu She anxiously, but just as his feet touched the ground, he fell into the snow.

Fan Wu She was flustered and exasperated and held up his feet, "Do you still want your feet anymore?"

"I'm going to help Master." Xie Bi An pushed Fan Wu She away, drew out Pei Xue and rose up with his sword.

The moment he stood up, the pain in his two feet was so intense that Xie Bi An rocked back and forth on his sword. Blue veins protruded from his forehead, his fists clenched, blood almost oozed out from his lips from biting before he forced himself to steady himself.

"Senior brother!"

Seeing Xie Bi An flying out of the ice palace with his sword, Fan Wu She could only chase after him.

The moment he rushed out of the Ice Palace, the blinding white light forced Xie Bi An to close his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, he was stunned.

The vast and boundless white was from here to the far end where the naked eye could not reach. There was only white, even the blue waves of Fengming Lake had disappeared because it was covered with white snow. There was nothing else but white.

This white took away all the colors of heaven and earth, sucked the life out of all things, and brought the cold hell to earth.

Above Fengming Lake, an icy demoness wielding white feathered wings is looking coldly out of the sky at all beings. Beside her hovers a clear ice coffin, and that person sealed in it is dressed in a lake blue suit, with black hair like ink.

It was none other than Lan Chui Han.

Zhong Kui pointed his sword at the blue sky and said sternly, "Qi Meng Sheng, if you kill the son of Xianyue Pavilion, there will be no turning back!"

"I have long since been unable to turn back." Qi Meng Sheng had white hair and white eyebrows. Her face was bloodless and expressionless. She no longer looked like a human being, "My body is already extremely decayed. Even with a high cultivation level, it is as difficult as a mortal to defeat the fate of heaven. If I cannot ascend after death, then what have I sought for in this lifetime?"

"To ask the Dao and cultivate, one must seek to understand the Dao. If one cultivates just because one wants to ascend and become an immortal, how can one enlighten the method of Dao with such utilitarianism? This is neglecting the fundamentals and concentrating on the details!" Zhong Kui's loud voice echoed in the cold wind.

"Neglecting the fundamentals and concentrating on the details?" Qi Meng Sheng said coldly, "Why can't cultivation just be about becoming immortal? Who doesn't want to become immortal?"

"Since everyone wants to become immortal, then cultivating diligently is the way to go. Why do you not follow the right path and have to harm people?

"After the disconnection between heaven and earth, the spiritual energy on earth is constantly being depleted, and now it is so thin. In the past few hundred years, no one has ascended after death. Walking the right path will lead to nothing despite having hundreds of years of cultivation." Qi Meng Sheng said with one word at a time, "I, am, not, willing."