Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years.

Chapter 380 Lord Eunuch, spare my life! My sect has a priceless treasure to offer!

"Hmph, you old castrated dog!"

Xiao Fenghe stood with his hands behind his back, his purple robe fluttering even without wind, his eyes flashing with a cold light like a knife.

"A stray dog, how dare you trespass on my mountain gate?"

Once upon a time, Lu Xuan, the head of the Eastern Depot, held immense power in the court, and a single imperial edict could unleash a bloodbath upon the martial arts world.

Even a grandmaster like Xiao Fenghe had to avoid his sharp edge.

But now—the Eastern Depot has lost power and its authority to command the Embroidered Uniform Guard has been tacitly approved by even the "noble lady" who lives deep within the palace.

"Whoever kills Lu Xuan will be granted a title and a high-ranking position!"

Thinking of this, Xiao Fenghe sneered, "Now that you, you old eunuch, have come, don't even think about leaving Qingfeng Sect alive!"

A mountain wind suddenly rose, swirling up ice crystals that reflected on Lu Xuan's grim and pale face.

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his face expressionless, only his deep eyes were as still as an ancient well.

He spoke slowly, his voice like dripping water from a cold pool: "Tell me who's behind this."

These five short words, like icicles piercing to the bone, exude an indomitable and chilling aura.

"You old eunuch, stop talking nonsense! Die for me!!" Xiao Fenghe laughed furiously, his voice shaking the heavens.

In an instant, his body shone with a bright light, like a bright sun suddenly appearing, so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes.

Amidst the howling wind, his purple robe fluttered in the wind, and countless gentle breezes roamed over Xiao Fenghe's entire body.

"Gentle Breeze Palm - Sweeping Away the Clouds!!"

boom--!
In the center of the square, the air suddenly distorted, and a huge eye of the storm appeared out of thin air.

The azure energy surged like an angry dragon, shattering bluestone and ice sculptures wherever it passed, even turning the bamboo leaves falling from the sky into dust!
The wind howled, as if the entire world was trembling under Xiao Fenghe's palm strike.

A sudden, fierce mountain wind caused the flat plaza atop the mountain to tremble slightly amidst the surging blue azure energy.

Before any of the Eastern Depot agents could react, a piercing scream, like tearing silk, came from the heavens.

In an instant, the entire blue-white stone steps surged as if alive, and an invisible wave of air lifted hundreds of elite members of the Eastern Depot into the air.

Fragments of the Embroidered Spring Blade and bronze armor shattered in the force of the air, clanging and clattering against the cliff face, sending up a trail of sparks.

Although the Twelve Protectors of the Eastern Depot managed to resist the Grandmaster's Qi in time, the blue bricks beneath their feet suddenly shattered.

The protective mirror, forged from black iron, was torn and deformed like thin paper under the raging blue gale.

Someone tried to grab the railing to steady themselves, but was thrown into the air along with the stone.

The white marble dragon-carved balustrade pillars snapped in response, tumbling into the sea of ​​clouds with a cracking sound.

Lu Xuan, at the center of the storm, didn't even let the silk ribbon binding his hair flutter.

He stood with his hands behind his back under the blazing sun, the gold threads on his dark python robe shimmering with an eerie luster.

All the deadly attacks that came at Lu Xuan seemed to sink into an invisible quagmire when they entered Lu Xuan's three-zhang domain.

The first things to freeze were the bamboo leaves, which were carrying a fierce wind, and the frost on the edges of the leaves spread like a spider web.

Then the flying pebbles, their surfaces rippled with icy blue patterns, and frost flowers bloomed at their edges.

Finally, even the invisible azure gale materialized, transforming into countless ribbons of ice crystals that swirled and flowed around it.

These frozen killing intents, suspended under the blazing sunlight, resembled an inverted Milky Way, illuminating the entire flat square in a dreamlike manner.

"Grandmaster?"

Xiao Fenghe's pupils shrank sharply, but a cold smile, as if to say, appeared on his lips.

A few days ago, the old eunuch, the head of the Eastern Depot, surrounded Mingfo Temple so tightly that it was impossible to get through.

In order to investigate the reason for this matter, Xiao Fenghe went up to Mingfo Temple and personally paid homage to Master Beifeng.

From Master Beifeng, he learned that the old eunuch, the head of the Eastern Depot, had broken through to the Grandmaster level.

"Hmph, no wonder you old castrated dog are so arrogant!"

Xiao Fenghe abruptly waved his sleeve, "So you were just relying on the power of a Grandmaster!"

The next moment, his toes shattered the blue bricks, and his entire body transformed into a beam of blue light, soaring straight into the sky: "However, today I, the sect leader, will let you know—"

Even among grandmasters, there is a world of difference!

"Qingfeng Palm, Ninth Level - Wind Howling Across the Mortal World!" Xiao Fenghe let out a long howl, which shook the heavens.

In an instant, the entire Qingfeng Peak seemed to be seized by an invisible giant hand and began to tremble violently.

The sea of ​​clouds on the mountaintop instantly boiled, and from the rolling mist, the sound of wind like a dragon's roar could be faintly heard.

At the same time, a dazzling blue light burst forth from Xiao Fenghe's right palm, and a phantom blue palm print slowly appeared.

The palm print had barely appeared when it began to grow rapidly with tremendous force.

Mysterious cyan patterns flowed between the lines of his palm, and tangible cyan energy surged at the edges.

In just a few breaths, the cyan palm print had expanded to a height of over ten meters, and the pressure emanating from it caused the air to explode under its strain.

The blue bricks of the flat square below cracked inch by inch, and the flying gravel was pulled by a terrifying suction force before it even left the ground.

It rotated around the illusory palm print, forming a strangling ring of alternating blue and black.

The distant mountains and forests creaked and cracked in the face of this violent wind.

The ancient tree, which had been growing for thousands of years, was uprooted like straw, and swept up in a cloud of dust, all of it was caught in that giant blue hand that was capable of destroying the world.

The cyan palm print, several meters high, carrying a devastating pressure, crashed down on Lu Xuan like the sky collapsing.

As the palm lines flowed, they constantly emitted a dazzling blue light, distorting the air into vortexes wherever they passed.

The rocks and trees along the way were all shredded into dust, and even the birds in the air turned into blood mist the moment they touched the palm wind.

The entire Qingfeng Peak trembled violently under this terrifying power.

The gale roared like ten thousand ferocious beasts, and the strong wind swirled like countless blades.

Gravel and fallen leaves formed a high-speed rotating noose around the palm print, emitting a piercing shriek.

Lu Xuan, however, remained standing with his hands behind his back, his dark robes with python patterns fluttering in the storm, with only a barely perceptible furrow between his brows.

His eyes gleamed with a chilling light, like two extraordinary ice crystals.

A bone-chilling cold spread along Lu Xuan's gaze, and the air it touched condensed into tiny ice crystals.

The next moment, a layer of frost-white energy suddenly rose around Lu Xuan, condensing into a crystal-clear ice layer on his body.

It collided violently with the descending cyan giant palm, and the resulting roar shook the heavens and earth.

"cold"

"It's so cold..."

Among the four Qingfeng Sect elders watching from afar, one of the elders suddenly froze, and a crisp sound of ice crystals colliding emanated from between his teeth.

This grandmaster, who had cultivated the Qingfeng Palm for decades, was now trembling uncontrollably.

Just like that snowy night eighty years ago, he knelt barefoot on the icicles of the Qingfeng cliff, the cold penetrating his bones through his thin cloth shoes.

The protective auras of the other three elders also began to groan in despair, unable to withstand the strain.

They were horrified to discover that their breath condensed into tiny ice crystals in the air, and their robes were now covered in frost.

The Grand Elder of the Qingfeng Sect tried to circulate his internal energy, but found that the flow of true energy in his meridians had become sluggish and viscous, like a stream that was about to freeze in the cold winter.

The chill came silently.

It wasn't the biting cold of a howling north wind, but rather the bone-chilling stillness of a deep pool.

Just like when Master tested their character, making them sit quietly in the cold pool for three days.

The chill was even more intense now, as if it were freezing even the thoughts of these grandmaster-level experts. On the silver beard of the Second Elder of the Qingfeng Sect, ice crystals were growing at a visible speed.

He suddenly remembered the night when he was a child and was punished for being lazy, spending his time reflecting on his actions in an ice cave.

The chill I felt at that moment perfectly overlapped with the deepest fear I had ever felt.

Everything around the flat square began to silently freeze over.

What's even more terrifying is that this chill doesn't come from the outside, but rather seeps slowly from the invisible air, slowing everyone's heartbeats.
And the culprit behind all this bizarre events.

Lu Xuan quietly raised his right hand, his pale, bone-white fingertips gently touching the enormous blue palm print.

All of a sudden——

"Crack..."

A sickening freezing sound swept across the land.

That colossal azure hand, obscuring the sky and the sun, rapidly froze from the point of contact!
The azure ice crystals spread at a visible speed, and in the blink of an eye, they transformed the entire palm print into an ice sculpture that stretched across the sky and earth.

Under the sunlight, you can still see the surging blue gale inside the frozen palm print!

Xiao Fenghe's sinister smile suddenly froze.

The sun was still high in the sky, but a bead of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

Before the bead of sweat could even slide down, it froze into ice on his cheekbone.

That wasn't the solemnity one feels when facing a powerful foe, but rather the instinctive trembling of prey upon seeing its natural enemy.

Just like the giant python I encountered in the mountain stream when I was a child, its vertical pupils revealed an absolute suppression that transcended the boundaries of any species.

In the end, it was his own master who saved him, but now, Xiao Fenghe no longer has a master!

"This is impossible..."

Xiao Fenghe's pupils contracted sharply, reflecting the pale finger that was pressing against the sky.

Because Lu Xuan didn't even use any moves.

With just a casual wave of his hand, an invisible chill spread through the air.

This indescribable chill even caused the invisible air in the world to stop flowing.

Just as casually as a mischievous child popping a soap bubble with a twig, he effortlessly revealed the power of his Qingfeng Sect's ultimate martial arts technique, "Wind Howling Through the World."

Xiao Fenghe's purple robe was suddenly covered with ice crystals.

The chill permeated the entire Qingfeng Peak, and even he, a grandmaster, was inevitably affected.

"Your Majesty, the factory owner knows this!"

Xiao Fenghe suddenly slammed his knees to the ground, and the jade floor tiles immediately cracked with spiderweb-like patterns.

This renowned grandmaster was now bowing lower than even the lowest servant of the Qingfeng Sect.

"Our Qingfeng Sect has been loyal to the emperor and loved our country for generations. How dare we be enemies with the Eastern Depot? It's truly outrageous."

His voice suddenly caught in his throat—the air in front of him suddenly condensed into several icicles, reflecting his distorted image.

The air was terribly stagnant.

Three breaths later, Xiao Fenghe's forehead slammed heavily against the ice: "It's Grand Tutor Qing!"

"Three months ago, he came with the Crown Prince's token, saying...that His Majesty had long been dissatisfied with the Eunuch."

His every word was trembling, his jaw chattering, "As long as we cooperate with him in this charade, once it's done... all the martial arts sects will come under the jurisdiction of my Qingfeng Sect..."

"He even promised to make him a king and a prime minister. This scoundrel was blinded by greed and was forced into it!"

“Ka-ka-ka—”

Xiao Fenghe's confession did not result in a temperature rise; instead, the air was filled with the sound of fine cracking ice.

To his horror, he discovered that the white breath he exhaled condensed into sharp icicles in the air, which then fell to his feet with a "whoosh".

In the distance, the four elders of the Qingfeng Sect were already seated in a cross-legged formation, their bodies radiating crimson energy.

The elder's hair and beard stood on end, and his surging true energy billowed his Taoist robe like a ball.

But the surging heat waves froze into blood-red ice crystals just three inches from their bodies, piling up a strange red frost around them.

"The...the Lord Eunuch?"

Xiao Fenghe's voice began to distort, and he realized with a start that his tongue was stiffening.

Even more terrifying is that the chill that travels along his meridians is gradually freezing his true energy into ice crystals.

Xiao Fenghe clenched his teeth and struggled to sit up, his body trembling.

He knew better than anyone that this was the Qingfeng Faction's last chance.

If we miss this moment, when the sun rises tomorrow, the Qingfeng Sect will be gone from the world.

A resolute glint flashed in Xiao Fenghe's eyes!
Since defeat is inevitable, we can only accept our fate—the victor is king, the loser is villain, as has been the case since ancient times.

At this moment, the Qingfeng Sect is nothing more than fish on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.

"Mr. Factory Master..."

His voice was hoarse as he slammed his forehead heavily against the ice. "Our Qingfeng Sect is willing to offer our most prized treasure, just to ask that you... calm your anger."

After a stick of incense.

Xiao Fenghe bowed and led the way, taking each step with trepidation.

He led Lu Xuan through a deep cave to a hidden forbidden area behind Qingfeng Mountain.

This place is shrouded in mist all year round and has been the place where successive sect leaders secluded themselves for cultivation.

Ordinary disciples who dare to approach even half a step will have their martial arts skills crippled at best, and will be killed on the spot at worst.

"My Lord, this is... the place."

Xiao Fenghe's voice trembled uncontrollably as he pointed to the edge of the cliff.

At the edge of that bottomless abyss, a half-person-high blue stone stands quietly, its body swirling with a tangible blue aura.

This stone looks ordinary, yet it exudes an indescribable mystery.

The light blue stone surface is covered with natural patterns, each pattern pulsating with a liquid-like spiritual energy.

What's even stranger is that, despite being only half a meter tall, it gives the illusion of being as heavy as a mountain.

Xiao Fenghe had tried it before, and even when he used all his strength, the bluestone did not move at all, as if it had grown into the root of the entire Qingfeng Mountain.

"This stone has been here since the time of the founder of the sect..."

Xiao Fenghe cautiously approached the blue stone and stopped three feet away.

The light flowing across the stone seemed to sense someone approaching, and suddenly brightened, casting a bluish glow on the cliff face.

"Anyone who is destined to touch it for the first time can absorb the essence of heaven and earth within it."

A hint of reminiscence flashed in Xiao Fenghe's eyes, "Back when I first ascended to the position of sect leader, it was with this stone that I broke through the shackles of the Grandmaster realm in one fell swoop..."

As he spoke, he shook his head with a wry smile: "It's just a pity that this opportunity only comes once in a lifetime."

"The second time it was touched, it was no different from ordinary stone."

"What's even stranger is... that each time it's extracted, a portion of its spiritual essence dissipates."
According to the patriarch's notes, it has dimmed considerably over the past three hundred years...

If there were no restrictions, the Qingfeng Sect could have dominated the world long ago.

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