Chapter 422 - 421: Frosty Snow Peak, Terrifying Upon Reflection
Chapter 421: Frosty Snow Peak, Terrifying Upon Reflection
"A giant bird in the sky... a roc?"
Luo Wusheng frowned.
It had only been a dream, yet it left behind a strange, bone-deep unease.
The moment the great roc came to mind, he naturally thought of the figure publicly painted as the main villain in the Royal City incident—the Netherkin Nation Netherking, Ling Peng.
A Netherkin who’s only a step away from the peak of the Divine Transformation realm, Ling Peng had exerted tremendous pressure on the Immortal Nation in the original storyline, before finally being struck down by the Daoist Sect Master.
’Why would I dream of something like that... is it because the Netherkin chaos is drawing near?’
Luo Wusheng rubbed his chin.
He had once imagined a glorious, world-shaking death—dueling a Divine Transformation powerhouse under the gaze of the masses.
Back then, he even entertained the idea of directly challenging the Netherking during the chaos.
But on second thought... a late-stage Divine Transformation realm expert could blow him apart with a single breath.
Such a death would hardly be glorious; it would be downright clownish.
He had wisely given up on that suicidal fantasy.
That level of battle was better left to the true heavyweights.
"Tch. Still, I can’t shake this ominous feeling..."
Casting a glance at the sky outside, now darkening toward dusk, Luo Wusheng felt a tightening in his chest.
His right eyelid, which had been twitching for half the day, was now joined by his left.
The familiar sensation made his stomach ache.
’Let’s think... the Human Immortal List has been moved up to start tomorrow. That means the subsequent course of events is no longer predictable...’
Time had suddenly become tight.
But what exactly was the source of this uneasy premonition?
As he pondered, a sudden thought struck him.
He had made an agreement with Miss Kirin back at the Wandering Immortal Inn—to meet on the night before the Human Immortal List so he could attempt to break the fate of the Empress’s Mortal Alter Ego disappearing.
Now that the Human Immortal List was moved up to tomorrow, didn’t that mean the so-called "night before" had effectively become tonight?
On top of that, judging by the timeline, his dearest wife sword body must have fully condensed by now.
Was she already at the Sword Sect... or perhaps already on her way to the Royal City?
The more he thought, the more restless he became.
Luo Wusheng concealed his aura and quietly left his room.
Almost immediately, he sensed something different about the residence compared to before his nap.
His Junior Sister and Little Yuli had already returned from their meeting.
By now, news of the Immortal Nation’s decisions was probably circulating outside, but since two of the key participants were right here at home, Luo Wusheng decided to check on them first.
Maybe he could gauge their attitudes as well...
The Demon Sect Holy Saint’s plan failed almost instantly.
First, he received a closed door from Bai Xiaoyao.
As expected, Little Yuli’s so-called "incident resolved" had been unreliable; the little demoness was still sulking, it seemed.
What kind of mindset was this?
"[Shocking! My Senior Brother, with whom I’ve grown closer and closer lately, actually did something like that with my best friend behind my back!]
—Something like that?
"No, probably even more complicated," he muttered, his own expression equally complicated.
He then made his way to the quiet courtyard where he had arranged lodging for the Sword Fairy—but the girl was not exactly in a convenient state to receive visitors.
The little lass was taking a bath.
Going in now would almost certainly trigger some hidden storyline...
Ahem. Even as the Demon Sect’s Holy Saint, he wasn’t shameless enough to pull something like that.
Well, if he was being honest, the main reason was that his official Dao Companion could arrive on the scene at any moment.
This was absolutely the time to stay steady, not reckless.
So Luo Wusheng merely lingered at the door, listening for sounds within.
"Mm... purple dinglan, jade immortal herb, azure desire flower..."
"It feels like I bought too many. But they all smell so nice—maybe I should just add a little of each?"
"I should’ve asked Bai Xiaoyao for advice. She knows more about these spices than I do... no, wait, I can’t ask her."
Outside the door, the Demon Sect Holy Saint scratched his head.
From the sound of it, Little Yuli seemed to be taking this bath rather seriously.
’Could this be the legendary ’purification bath before an important competition’?’
Even someone with a xianxia protagonist’s luck believed in that?
Luo Wusheng shook his head.
It seemed today he would be shut out here as well.
As Luo Wusheng was about to lift his foot and leave, another string of words floated out from inside.
"—Seriously, I was pressing down on that guy for so long this morning, I felt like I was going to flatten him."
"So annoying. Why does it have to be so big? Such a pain... I’m so jealous of Xiaoyao for not having to deal with this kind of trouble..."
Outside the door, a certain Luo nearly lost control of his concealed aura.
In an instant, he recalled exactly what soft, plush thing had been squashing him out of shape that morning.
The corner of his mouth twitched violently.
My adorable Little Yuli...
If the little demoness were to hear those words, the final battle of the Human Immortal List might very well begin tonight.
And his Junior Sister, though not quite at the level of stirring the masses, had at least reached the perfectly normal standards of a seventeen-year-old girl.
A promising candidate for the future.
Granted, the Sword Fairy was also seventeen...
Ahem. No, better not continue down that train of thought.
Luo Wusheng forcibly reined in his restless imagination, maintained his hidden state, and slipped away from the residence.
He needed to check first whether Miss Kirin would come looking for him tonight.
And, in passing, wait for any news of his own official bride.
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Sword Sect
Ling Shuangxue quickly realized she had underestimated the situation.
Having completed the Sword Emperor’s inheritance and exited the secret realm, she had returned to the Sword Sect according to plan.
At first, her mood was light.
This dramatic improvement in cultivation gave her far more confidence in facing the future.
Perhaps, she thought, she could finally do more to help her Dao Companion.
At that time, she sensed no problem at all—she even had the leisure to indulge in a strangely pleasant mood while secretly listening to the latest intelligence about the Demon Sect’s Holy Saint.
After all, Luo Wusheng’s recent activities had been centered in the Royal City.
Outside of the capital—certainly in Sword Province—most people’s impression of him still lingered in the past.
Thus, the Frosty Snow Peak Master often overheard reports such as "The Demon Sect’s Holy Saint shuns women," or "His eyes contain nothing but jade and cultivation."
Her face would remain as cold as ever, yet in her heart she found it delightfully amusing.
Occasionally, she would catch absurd rumors like
"The Holy Saint is surrounded by beauties contrary to reports,"
"The Holy Saint and the Immortal Nation’s Empress share a romantic relation," Or "Shocking! The Demon Sect Holy Saint and Holy Maiden have done something unspeakable together!"
Those, too, only made her smile faintly.
Who knew her own Dao Companion better than she did?
And so, with this light-hearted mood, she returned all the way to the Sword Sect.
Then the Sword Sect erupted.
Only then did Ling Shuangxue remember what she had overlooked.
Once, after suffering a qi deviation, she had broken through the crisis, reforged her sword heart, and taken a bold step into the mid stage Nascent Soul realm—an advance that had already left the Sword Sect’s various peak masters, who had long been stuck at bottlenecks, utterly stunned.
But now, in barely a single month, she had leapt yet another great boundary.
She had not merely reached late stage Nascent Soul, but gone straight to the Peak of the Nascent Soul realm.
The entire Sword Sect was thrown into an uproar.
It was already unbelievable enough that Frosty Snow Peak possessed a late-blooming disciple of such shocking talent—but who could have predicted that not only the disciple, but even the master herself, would suddenly soar to such heights?
Could that eternally cold, almost friendless Frosty Snow Peak actually be some kind of hidden blessed land?
The more they thought about it, the more terrifying it seemed.
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