Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 323 The Cold Monk and the Wonderful Flower
Sun Yanwan asked, "Also a Grandmaster?"

Wuying Hou remained silent for a long time before saying, "Not every disciple is like Zhang Qingxi or Sun Yanwan."

"At the corresponding age, his martial arts skills were not much different from those of his master at the same age."

Sun Yanwan said awkwardly, "My senior brother is only a grandmaster, and he hasn't caught up with our master yet. I'm even worse off, only a primordial master. I estimate it will take at least ten or eight years before I can catch up with our master."

Wuyinghou remained silent for even longer this time. Zhang Qingxi was the true Grandmaster, but he became a Grandmaster before he was even twenty years old. When he became a Grandmaster…

Well, sometimes you can't bring up a man's age.

As for Sun Yanwan, he might catch up with his master in eight or ten years...

The most infuriating thing about this statement is that no one in the world would think it's bragging; in fact, many people would think the guy is being modest.

He claims he can become a grandmaster in eight or ten years...

That statement even has a touch of humility.

Wuying Hou slowly uttered a sentence: "Unworthy of being called a son!"

Sun Yanwan skillfully changed the subject, saying, "What should we do with this poor monk?"

"I sent my men to follow this man and gave him water and food. This cold monk, Miaohua, doesn't seem like the Ice Killer who has recently emerged. Although he looks abnormal, he is quite upright in his actions. Even when he was pelted with stones by ignorant village children and insulted at will by the village thugs, he did not utter a word in response and showed no sign of anger."

Well, although after observation, Miaohua doesn't seem to be crazy, Sun Yanwan definitely doesn't want to bring her to the Demon Suppression Manor.

Duanmu Xianling is enough here; if another Han Seng Miaohua were added, he'd probably go crazy.

Wuyinghou said calmly, "He is a disciple of Tianlong Temple. He came out of Jinguang Cave. Shouldn't he be looking for his master and returning to his sect? Why is he wandering around Yanchi Lake? A normal monk would never do this. This cold monk Miaohua's behavior is more like that of a wandering ghost."

Sun Yanwan shuddered and said, "Is Wuying Hou going to personally take down this cold monk?"

Wuying Hou shook his head and said, "Tianmei Wuying is already the most suitable martial art for me, and I absolutely do not want to change my path."

Sun Yanwan has the same problem. His foundation is the Xuanhuang Scripture, while the Xuanbing Treasure Mirror is only one of the ten transformations of Xuanhuang. His martial arts foundation is not the Xuanbing Treasure Mirror either.

Even if he refines this cold-elemental true energy and his cultivation level with the Xuanbing Treasure Mirror increases, his inner strength will be polluted and he will be unable to convert it back into Xuanhuang true energy. Sun Yanwan will then be left with nothing but tears.

Yang Diao'er is different from him. Although Sun Yanwan's martial arts are flashy, his foundation is the Xuanhuang Scripture. Yang Diao'er, on the other hand, has genuinely cultivated both the Heavenly Demon Art and the Xuanming Yin Sha Art. Even if the Xuanming Yin Sha Art is assimilated and replaced with another ice-based martial art, it is not a big problem. Moreover, if he can refine this ice true energy, it will be of great benefit to Yang Diao'er.

The three discussed for a while and then called Duanmu Xianling and Lu Chaoxiu over as well.

Duanmu Xianling and Lu Chaoxiu were also involved. There were some things that didn't need to be hidden, especially since Duanmu Xianling had recovered well recently and Lu Chaoxiu had also advanced to the Innate Realm, so they could both be helpers.

Although Duanmu Xianling was still unsteady on her feet and a bit dull, with an intense, unyielding chill on her face, she was much better than before.

Lu Chaoxiu, on the other hand, became increasingly energetic. Under Sun Yanwan's guidance, she circulated the six stages of her inner cultivation method in sequence and gradually grasped some of the manipulation techniques. After all, she was a top disciple of the Wuxiang Sword Pavilion, and if nothing unexpected happened, she would definitely be able to advance to the first rank before the age of thirty. She had the potential to be a Xiantian (innate) cultivator in this life, and her talent was not bad.

After Duanmu Xianling appeared, she and Yang Diao'er developed a subtle connection, but it was much better than before, and the impulse was no longer uncontrollable. Firstly, Duanmu Xianling had cultivated the Ice Silkworm Transformation, and although it had undergone some changes, she was finally able to wield a portion of the true icy energy. Secondly, Yang Diao'er used the Heavenly Demon Art and the Profound Nether Yin Sha Art, two layers of power, to wrap the cold energy within her body.

Sun Yanwan glanced at the two women and, seeing that everything was alright for the time being, told them about the Ice Assassin and the Cold Monk Miaohua.

Sun Yanwan said, "I suspect that this matter is similar to the change in Ba Tianmo."

"There must have been a master from hundreds of years ago who cultivated a martial art based on ice to the level of the Profound Embryo Dao Seed. Somehow, after he passed away, he sealed this internal energy away, and now it has been scattered into several pieces."

"However, I am not sure what would happen if the scattered power were combined, and I do not recommend combining the power."

Although Sun Yanwan wanted to extract the internal energy from Duanmu Xianling's body, she would not publicly announce it, since Yang Diao'er had not yet refined this internal energy.

If you fail to refine it, you might even have to expel it, so there's no need to become a villain in advance.

Saying now that they don't want the power structure to merge is the most conducive way to unity.

Duanmu Xianling frowned slightly and stammered, "If I can dispel this chill, I am willing to give away this power."

Sun Yanwan shook her head and said, "There's no need for that for now."

Lu Chaoxiu asked, "How should we deal with the matter of the Ice Assassin and the Cold Monk Miaohua?"

Sun Yanwan also scratched his head and said, "Those who kill will be punished! The cold monk Miaohua did not do any evil. I have already sent someone to inform Tianlong Temple. If they can bring the person back, that would be the best outcome."

After a long silence, Duanmu Xianling suddenly said, "I would like to meet that humble monk, Miaohua."

Sun Yanwan pondered for a long time before saying, "Alright!"

“However, Fairy Duanmu is not fully recovered yet. I suggest you rest for a few more days. Once you have recovered six or seven tenths of your strength and can use your lightness skill, it will not be too late for us to go see this cold monk.”

Duanmu Xianling knew that Sun Yanwan's words were mature and prudent, so she readily agreed.

As she and Lu Chaoxiu left, she kept praising Sun Yanwan, saying that he was indeed a gentleman. Even though he knew that this internal energy was extremely precious, he still did not want to take it by force, and even sent the cold monk Miaohua back to Tianlong Temple.

The cold-hearted monk Miaohua was standing quietly by the inkstone lake, staring at the water, like an ice sculpture, the chill emanating from his body layer upon layer, forming frost and snow.

The lakeside was already quite humid, and before long, he looked like a huge snowman, which was rather comical.

The Tianma Gang members who were watching and following him dared not make any move. Sun Yanwan had already said that this person was highly skilled in martial arts and was now like a ghost. Getting too close would be dangerous.

Suddenly, a young man dressed in gray emerged from the water, his palms opening and closing wide, emanating a chilling aura, and struck Miaohua's chest.

Originally, the ignorant and uneducated monk Miaohua suddenly turned his red eyes, his ferocity suddenly erupted, and he howled as he struck out with both hands, making no attempt to defend himself, ready to exchange his life for the gray-clad youth.

Both of them struck hard, and neither of them showed any intention of retracting their attacks, hitting each other almost simultaneously.

(End of this chapter)