People in Doupo: The beginning of the game intercepts the rich woman Xun'er

A thousand miles of ice, ten thousand miles of snow, an endless world of ice and snow as far as the eye can see.

This desolate snowfield was lonely and vast, with only the howling of the biting wind in your ears. The piercing cold permeated the air, so cold that it seemed to freeze even the vital energy flowing between heaven and earth.

As the gale-force winds whipped up snowflakes and ravaged the void, a faint spatial ripple suddenly appeared on the horizon, its waves spreading outwards in layers.

In the blink of an eye, three figures, one man and two women, slowly appeared from the void. They were Xiao Ling and Ying Huanhuan, who had come all the way here to search for the traces of the Ice Ancestral Symbol, and Ling Qingzhu, who had come with them to broaden their horizons.

As for Jiang Yinyin and Lin Qingtan, they are still young and should remain in the Dao Sect to cultivate diligently and solidify their foundations. Xiao Ling did not bring them to the far north ice plains, but instead allowed them to stay in the sect to hone their cultivation.

The biting cold wind was piercing to the bone. Ling Qingzhu immediately took out a flowing moon-illusion gauze robe that Xiao Ling had personally crafted for her and gently draped it over her body.

The gauze dress shimmered and flowed, its patterns exquisite and beautiful. A faint, elegant glow lingered around her, giving her a cool and otherworldly aura, like a celestial goddess.

The spiritual light of the treasure formed a barrier, completely isolating her from the biting cold winds and chilling air of the far north ice plains, preventing even the slightest bit of cold from penetrating her.

With this treasure protecting her, the biting cold of the surrounding frozen land instantly dissipated, and Ling Qingzhu felt warm and comfortable all over, and her mind became more and more stable and peaceful.

"So this is the far north ice field? It's quite a magnificent sight."

As for Ying Huanhuan, she was completely at ease. Looking at this boundless, frozen world and the towering ice peaks that were faintly visible in the distant clouds, the girl was filled with awe as she stepped into this place for the first time.

The biting cold surrounding her did not harm her slender body in the slightest; instead, it made her feel an extreme sense of closeness. The ice-elemental energy flowing through her body became smoother and gentler, making her feel extremely comfortable and at ease.

Xiao Ling, with his extensive experience and accustomed to seeing wonders of the world, would not feel the same amazement as Ying Huanhuan.

His gaze was calm as he slowly swept across the vast ice plains, his mind quietly expanding as he carefully searched for any unusual activity in the world, hoping to find even the slightest trace of the Ice Ancestral Symbol.

However, the Eight Ancestral Symbols are, after all, formed from the condensed laws of heaven and earth of the Tianxuan Continent. They are extremely mysterious and difficult to find.

Even though Xiao Ling's soul perception is extremely strong, if he were to search the entire far northern ice plains with a focused mind and spend some time and effort, he might still be able to find the trace of the Ice Ancestral Symbol.

However, this was only a preliminary scan and exploration. The world was frozen and silent, and no trace of the laws flowing through the ancestral symbol could be sensed. For the time being, no useful clues could be found.

"Huanhuan, can you sense the aura of the Ice Ancestral Symbol?"

Unable to find any clues himself, Xiao Ling turned to the girl beside him and asked.

Ying Huanhuan blinked her clear, large eyes, a hint of confusion and distress in her brows, and replied softly:

"The Ancestral Symbol of Ice is indeed nearby, but I still can't pinpoint its exact location. The feeling is vague and uncertain."

"Even Huanhuan can't sense the exact location of the Ice Ancestral Symbol?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Ling Qingzhu's eyes as she murmured softly. Legend has it that there is an unseen bond between the eight ancestral symbols and the eight masters. The ancestral symbols possess their own spirit and often actively draw and respond to each other.

It's hard to imagine that Ying Huanhuan, who has now awakened part of the Ice Sovereign's authority, still can't sense the trace of the Ice Ancestral Symbol.

She couldn't help but wonder to herself if Xiao Ling had secretly sealed and suppressed the Ice Master's past memories, causing this primordial connection to become so weak and blurry.

"It's alright."

Xiao Ling calmly reassured him, "Perhaps your Ice Lord origin awakening is still shallow, and you haven't reached the point of complete resonance yet. I have a wisp of the Ice Ancestral Symbol's origin aura here. Try to draw upon it first; you should be able to resonate with the true Ice Ancestral Symbol."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Ling's mind stirred, and his vast spiritual power quietly rippled out. A ball of clear, light blue light slowly appeared in his palm and was handed to Ying Huanhuan.

This wisp of light is the original aura of the Ice Ancestral Symbol, simulated and condensed by the spirit of the Ancestral Stone.

Ying Huanhuan has only been awakened for a short time, and the foundation and aura of the Ice Lord within her body are still weak and faint. Naturally, it is difficult for her to resonate strongly with the true ancestral symbol hidden deep in the far north ice plains. This was also within Xiao Ling's expectations for this trip.

"Okay, I'll try again."

Ying Huanhuan nodded slightly and took the primordial light orb of the Ice Ancestral Symbol from Xiao Ling.

The moment the warm, clear blue light touched her palm, it spread rapidly along her meridians. A layer of translucent, icy blue light suddenly appeared in her eyes, and a gentle yet vast wave of ice-elemental energy slowly spread around her. The pale blue halo rippled outwards like water ripples, freezing the raging wind and snow around her.

She slowly closed her eyes, her mind completely immersed in the primordial light in her hand. Using this wisp of the same source as a guide, a wisp of consciousness carrying the Ice Lord's primordial energy broke free from the constraints of her physical body, pierced through the howling wind and snow, and slowly explored the depths of the boundless ice plain.

Wherever her consciousness passed, the swirling snowflakes suddenly stopped, and the biting cold spontaneously gathered into a pale blue band of light, as if paying homage to the supreme ruler of this icy world. A faint, ancient call that pierced through space also clearly entered her mind, drawn by its origin.

Ying Huanhuan's consciousness swept across the vast, boundless frozen snowfield, passed through layers of surging wind and snow mist, and swiftly wandered in the boundless ice and snow, finally settling on the distant horizon.

A towering ancient ice mountain, tens of thousands of feet high, stands between heaven and earth, its peak piercing straight into the sky. Its entire body is covered with solid ice that has never melted for thousands of years, gleaming with a cold light under the sunlight. It is so majestic and imposing that it seems to have no end in sight, like a creation monument to this world of ice and snow.

Deep within the very core of that iceberg, a faint, icy blue divine light slowly emanated, flickering like the most ancient rhythm of breathing in the world, steady and vast.

A series of flowing, icy blue halos intertwined and converged, faintly condensing into a profound and ancient rune engraved with the laws of ice in heaven and earth. This was the familiar yet unfamiliar primordial aura of the Ice Ancestral Rune to Ying Huanhuan.

The next instant, Ying Huanhuan abruptly opened her eyes, her icy blue pupils dazzlingly bright. The fluctuations of ice-elemental energy around her surged dramatically. She raised her hand and pointed towards the ancient ice mountain, her voice filled with undisguised certainty and excitement as she spoke clearly.
"It's over there."

"In that case, let's go and find out."

A faint smile appeared in Xiao Ling's eyes. He immediately activated the vast and boundless power of space, carrying the two of them to teleport instantly, heading straight towards the direction Ying Huanhuan indicated.

In the blink of an eye, three figures stood atop this towering ice mountain.

The iceberg is frozen solid for eternity, vast and desolate, a pure white wasteland to the naked eye, with not a trace of the Ancestral Symbol of Ice to be found.

But at this moment, the Devouring Ancestral Symbol within Xiao Ling's body trembled slightly, and a deep and distant hum slowly resonated in his mind. The fluctuations were mixed with an indescribable sense of longing and remembrance.

Only when encountering an ancient ancestral symbol of the same origin and level, can the Devouring Ancestral Symbol generate such a resonance.

"It seems the Ancestral Symbol of Ice is hidden deep within the heart of this ice mountain." Xiao Ling looked down at the majestic and imposing ancient ice peak beneath his feet and spoke slowly.

"Look at me."

Ying Huanhuan gave a soft shout, and her slender, jade-like hand gently touched the cold ice surface.

She took a deep breath, and the icy blue law fluctuations around her suddenly spread out. A pure and translucent ice lotus slowly bloomed from beneath her feet, and the extreme cold aura swirled and circulated around her.

In an instant, her figure became aloof and ethereal, like an ice fairy descended to earth, untouched by the dust and grime of the mortal world.

"Is that... the Ice Lord Ancestral Symbol?"

Ling Qingzhu suddenly raised her hand and pointed to a clear, calm ice lake deep in the valley, exclaiming in surprise.

In the center of the lake, an ice-blue rune with mysterious patterns slowly rose up and floated quietly on the clear lake surface.

A dazzling icy blue light continuously emanated and spread from his body, and wherever it passed, even the surrounding void was covered with fine ice patterns, as if even the flow of time and space would be completely frozen by this extreme cold.

At this moment, Ying Huanhuan's eyes were completely covered by clear, icy blue, and her aura as the Ice Lord was naturally present. She slowly stood up, her figure elegant and otherworldly, and gently raised her hand to beckon to the distant Ice Ancestral Symbol.

This supreme treasure, born from the laws of heaven and earth, possessed a spirit. Sensing the same origin of the Ice Lord's aura, it immediately ceased its lingering and transformed into a stream of light, breaking free from the icy lake and flying directly towards the three of them. Finally, it gently landed on Ying Huanhuan's fair and jade-like palm, quietly swirling and turning.

The Ice Ancestral Symbol continuously emitted a clear and melodious hum, each sound carrying intimacy and joy, as if welcoming its ancient first master back to his rightful place.

Ying Huanhuan seemed to understand the Ancestral Symbol's intentions. A gentle and calm smile appeared on her lips. She gently stroked the Ice Ancestral Symbol with her fingertips for a long time, feeling the bond of the laws of symbiosis.

After a moment, she looked up at Xiao Ling beside her, and gently placed the treasure of heaven and earth in front of him.

"Hmm? You're going to give me the Ice Ancestral Symbol?"

Xiao Ling raised an eyebrow and looked at Ying Huanhuan, who was holding the Ancestral Symbol in her palm, and asked.

"Hey, why are you being so polite now? Wasn't this your plan from the beginning?"

Ying Huanhuan blinked her pale icy blue eyes, her tone carrying just the right amount of curiosity and understanding.

After all, when she first met Xiao Ling, he had already made it clear that he wanted her to help him find the traces of the Ice Ancestral Symbol.

"The past was the past, and the present is the present. My thoughts are no longer the same as before."

Xiao Ling chuckled gently, raised his hand and softly ruffled Ying Huanhuan's hair, his tone sincere and tender:
"Having been together for so long, day and night, I've come to regard you as true family. I don't want our bond to turn into a cold transaction. So, the fate of the Ice Ancestral Symbol is entirely up to you."

"You have inherited the power of the Ice Lord and the responsibilities she bore. This ancestral symbol was born to belong to you. It is best for you to choose its destiny."

Hearing Xiao Ling's gentle words, Ying Huanhuan felt a surge of warmth in her heart, as if her heart had been gently softened.

A hint of undisguised joy and excitement appeared on her pretty face. With a slight flutter in her heart, she subconsciously leaned forward and nestled into Xiao Ling's arms, gently wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face deeply in his chest.

Xiao Ling embraced the girl's soft body, the faint, elegant fragrance of her hair lingering around his nose, and couldn't help but smile.

He then gently put his arm around her shoulder, and with his other hand he lightly stroked her soft, long hair, his movements tender and affectionate, full of doting love.

Ling Qingzhu, who was standing to the side, took in the whole scene and couldn't help but purse her lips slightly.

A slightly bitter taste welled up in her heart for no reason, but she was always aloof and reserved, and her face remained calm and composed as usual, without revealing the slightest ripple of emotion.

"I don't care, I don't care..."

After a long while, Ying Huanhuan gently stepped away from Xiao Ling's embrace, her pretty face still bearing a faint blush.

She solemnly held the Ice Ancestral Symbol, which shimmered with an icy blue aura, in both hands and gently handed it to Xiao Ling. Her tone carried a hint of feigned nonchalance and arrogance, yet also concealed a subtle reluctance.

"Alright, alright, I've made up my mind. Although I'm a little reluctant, I'm still handing this guy over to you."

She looked up at Xiao Ling, a faint icy blue light flickering in her eyes, her tone firm and composed.

"I can clearly feel that the power inherited from the Ice Lord has already merged with me, and I have already comprehended and mastered the original power of the Ancestral Symbol to the extreme. As long as I slowly and completely inherit the Ice Lord's entire foundation, even without the Ice Ancestral Symbol in hand, I can still freely activate the power of the Ancestral Symbol."

For the Eight Lords, the power of the Ancestral Symbol had already taken root and sprouted within them, completely assimilating their own primordial energy and transforming it into a part of their own origin.

Even without a physical ancestral symbol, one's combat strength is not affected in the slightest, and Ying Huanhuan's current situation is no exception.

As soon as she finished speaking, she gently placed the cool and lustrous Ice Ancestral Symbol into Xiao Ling's hand.

“In that case, I will not refuse.” Xiao Ling laughed loudly, and steadily took the Ice Ancestral Symbol handed to him by Ying Huanhuan. He felt a warm and cool touch in his palm. “I will not accept your gift for nothing. You will definitely benefit from it in the future.”

"Hmph, you said it yourself, so I'll have to make sure I get some good treasures from you in the future." Ying Huanhuan raised her chin slightly, looking smug, her bright eyes full of sly smiles.

She paused for a moment, then quickly urged, "Alright, alright, don't delay any longer. Hurry up and start absorbing this Ice Ancestral Symbol. I've already spoken to it, so it certainly won't resist your refining. If you ever feel unfamiliar with using the Ice Ancestral Symbol in the future, I can personally guide you."

After saying that, Ying Huanhuan raised her little face again, looking confident and quite proud.

Since Ying Huanhuan had already instructed the Ice Ancestral Symbol not to resist, Xiao Ling skipped many complicated refining steps.

With a slight movement of his mind, his vast and pure spiritual power spread out like a gentle tide, gently guiding the Ice Ancestral Symbol in his palm and slowly leading it towards his own divine palace.

The Ice Ancestral Symbol was indeed extremely docile, completely obedient to Xiao Ling's spiritual power guidance, without the slightest resistance or opposition, and smoothly entered Xiao Ling's divine palace along the spiritual power channels.

Upon entering, it precisely sensed the pre-existing ancestral symbol imprint within its sea of ​​consciousness, immediately making contact with it. Without the slightest resistance, the two naturally merged, perfectly harmonizing in one seamless motion. (End of Chapter)