“Ah?” Xue Shilou thought he had misheard and repeated cautiously. “What did you just say?”

He had raced against time to create his technique, all so that he could implore the Snow Emperor to save Lu Yang.

“I’m just a half-immortal. I can’t defeat an immortal,” the Snow Emperor replied seriously, seeing nothing wrong with his statement. In fact, it’d be strange if I could defeat an immortal.

The Extreme North had always been sparsely populated, with far fewer people than in the Central Continent, the Buddhist Kingdom, the Demon Region, and the East Sea. In a hundred thousand years, producing even a half-immortal was rare, and immortals had never appeared.

“Choose a different wish. I can make you a half-immortal, grant you boundless wealth, or teach you every cultivation spell and technique from ancient times to the present.”

Xue Shilou gritted his teeth and kowtowed...