Volume 1, Chapter 137 – Empress Lingshuang Has Arrived

“Xue’er,”

Liu Ruyan gently stroked her younger sister’s head, her voice soft but firm.

“Although I’m the Palace Master’s disciple, the decision isn’t mine to make. We’ll need Master’s or the Deputy Palace Master’s approval.

“I can take you with me, but you have to promise me a few things.”

Liu Ruxue’s eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly.

“Tell me, Sister! I’ll agree to anything!”

“First, you’re only accompanying me on a visit to the Immortal Palace. Whether you’re allowed to stay will depend entirely on your own fortune. You mustn’t make a scene if you aren’t.

“Second, once we reach the Immortal Palace, you must watch your words and behavior and follow my instructions in everything.

“Third, whatever the outcome, you mustn’t complain or throw a tantrum.”

“Can you do that?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Liu Ruxue nodded vigorously, her little face utterly earnest.

“I promise I’ll behave!”

Liu Beihai and Mother Liu exchanged a glance. Knowing their elder daughter had made up her mind, they stopped trying to dissuade her.

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“Then I’ll leave Xue’er in your care, Yan’er.”

Liu Beihai looked at Liu Ruyan as he spoke.

“Think nothing of it, Father.”

Liu Ruyan inclined her head, then took her younger sister’s hand.

“Let’s go.”

She summoned her flying sword. A gentle current of spiritual power enveloped Liu Ruxue, and they shot toward the Wanjue Mountain Range in a streak of azure light.

Aboard the flying sword, Liu Ruxue clung tightly to her sister’s waist and gazed excitedly down at the mountains, rivers, and cities racing away beneath them, chattering nonstop with questions.

“Sister, is the Immortal Palace really inside the Wanjue Mountain Range? Aren’t there lots of terrifying demonic beasts there?”

“Is the Palace Master… Oh, no, is Her Majesty the Empress really like the legends say, with hair as silver as snow and incredibly, incredibly beautiful?”

“Sister, is there really a chance they’ll let me stay?”

“Sister…”

Liu Ruyan patiently answered each question, a tender smile in her eyes.

She couldn’t help thinking of First Senior Sister. If her younger sister really was allowed to stay, First Senior Sister would probably love playing with her!

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She raised her head and gazed toward the mist-shrouded Wanjue Mountain Range ahead. The thought of soon returning to her sect filled her heart with warmth and a deep sense of belonging.

She wondered how many of her junior sisters had returned, what the Immortal Palace looked like now, and… whether Master had been well recently.

The flying sword pierced the sky, carrying the sisters toward the immortal sacred land whose name now resounded throughout the Southern Region.

Meanwhile.

High in the vast skies between the Northern and Southern Regions.

An Ice-Winged Jiao Dragon, its body covered in icy blue scales, with a single horn on its head and two wings on its back, pulled an opulent chariot.

It cleaved through the clouds, flying steadily and swiftly toward the Southern Region.

The chariot stood three zhang tall and measured approximately ten zhang long. It appeared to have been carved entirely from ten-thousand-year profound ice, crystal clear yet gleaming with a cold, metallic luster.

Intricate, magnificent frost patterns had naturally formed across its body, faintly depicting a soaring phoenix.

Pale blue light rippled over it in the sunlight. Breathtakingly beautiful, it exuded a majestic, inviolable pressure.

Five female generals in icy blue armor guarded each side of the chariot, their auras sharp and formidable.

Even the weakest among them had reached the Mahayana realm, while the two commanders had both attained late-stage Tribulation Transcendence!

Their faces were expressionless, their hawk-sharp eyes vigilantly scanning their surroundings like the most loyal of guards.

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Such an imposing procession, such majestic authority, such undisguised, bone-chilling cold and overwhelming pressure…

Wherever it passed, cultivators in the mountains and cities below, along with the demonic beasts lurking in the wilderness, felt a chill seep into the depths of their souls.

They raised their heads in alarm and stared in awe at the icy blue chariot sweeping across the sky.

“Is that… Empress Lingshuang’s Ice Jiao Chariot?!”

“My heavens! It really is Her Majesty the Empress’s chariot! She… she’s left the Northern Region? Where is she going?”

“Judging by the direction… the Southern Region?!”

“The Southern Region? Isn’t the newly risen Yaochi Empress there? Could Empress Lingshuang be…?”

“Two Empresses… are they about to meet? They won’t start fighting, will they?”

“Hard to say! Her Majesty the Empress is… notoriously hot-tempered!”

“Things are about to get lively in the Southern Region! A meeting between two Empresses… This is a momentous event that might not happen once in a thousand years!”

“Quick! Send word back! Empress Lingshuang has gone to the Southern Region!”

Hushed exclamations and speculation spread swiftly among the cultivators of the Northern Region, like dandelion seeds scattered by the wind.

Countless gazes, some open and others hidden, followed the icy blue chariot into the distance. Some were curious, some awed, and others eager to watch the spectacle unfold.

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Everyone sensed that a storm might soon sweep across the Southern Region.

Inside the Ice Phoenix Chariot, Empress Lingshuang seemed oblivious to the attention and speculation of the outside world.

She sat upright on a cushioned couch, dressed in icy blue palace robes. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, her bearing as aloof and frigid as ageless ice.

She toyed with a blue crystal that continuously radiated cold, her eyes lowered as though deep in thought.

“Your Majesty, we are about to enter the Southern Region.”

A female general in the Tribulation Transcendence realm respectfully delivered her report from beyond the chariot curtain.

Empress Lingshuang slowly opened her eyes. Not the slightest ripple of emotion stirred within them, only icy, unfathomable depths.

“Go directly to Yaochi Immortal Palace.”

Her voice was crisp, like beads of ice falling onto a jade plate, yet carried an authority that brooked no question.

“Yes!”

The female general accepted the order and immediately relayed the command.

The Ice-Winged Jiao Dragon let out a low draconic roar and accelerated once more.

Pulling the chariot behind it, it streaked across the sky like an icy blue meteor and entered the Southern Region.