Misty Rain of the Old Times

Chapter 747 No Snow During the Great Cold

In an instant, Chen Xuan's surroundings changed. He was no longer in the imperial mausoleum palace under the dome. Guo Qingxue and the others had all disappeared without a trace. The scene of Song Yuzhi fighting the man in black robes was gone. In an instant, he returned to his home in Yang County!

On a bright and sunny morning, with a warm breeze and the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers all around, Chen Xuan lay leisurely on a rocking chair in the pavilion, covered with a thin blanket. Several fish swam gently in the pond below the pavilion. He was half asleep and half awake, as carefree as ever, just like his old days of lazing around like a salted fish.

Everything seemed perfectly normal, nothing was wrong, just like the days I spent idly at home, until a loving call disturbed my peaceful dream.

He woke up groggily and saw his little princess smiling and waving at him from a short distance away, reminding him it was time to eat. It was a heartwarming and natural moment.

With a smile, Chen Xuan stood up and looked around at the familiar surroundings. This was the courtyard he had built after moving out of the Gao family and establishing his own household. There were woods, ponds, pavilions, and fruit trees planted around it. Even the peach tree he had planted since childhood was still there, but it had never blossomed and remained as short as ever.

I have to say, after being away for several months, I actually miss it a bit.

Seeing Chen Xuan looking around by himself, the little princess gave him a helpless look and urged him softly, "Husband, what are you standing there for? Come and eat, it won't taste good if it gets cold, Roujia and the others are waiting."

Ignoring him, Chen Xuan continued to survey his surroundings, his gaze fixed on the distance. He could see the tallest pavilion of the Gao family beyond the surrounding woods. When he was a child, he and Xiao Gao had secretly run to the rooftop. After coming down, Madam Gao had grabbed their ears and scolded them for a long time. What would happen if a child fell from such a height? It was full of memories.

Finally, Chen Xuan turned his gaze to the little princess not far away, shook his head, and said calmly, "Miss Qin, I must say you have some good methods, but you are courting death. You can use any means to target me, and I am happy to oblige. But you should never have used my wife's appearance!"

This was Chen Xuan's bottom line, like a dragon's reverse scale. How could Qin Ruyu dare to do that? Even if there was no prior grudge or entanglement between the two parties, this one point alone made them completely adversaries in Chen Xuan's eyes!

Everything around him was fake, a mental manipulation technique similar to hypnosis or a dream. Chen Xuan was not fooled; his mind remained clear from the moment he entered this environment, unaffected in the slightest.

He reached the Grandmaster realm at the age of sixteen, forging his own path to become a Grandmaster. His spiritual will was incredibly strong. Moreover, this level is a process of tempering one's spiritual will. The accumulation of true essence is secondary. He also cultivated top-notch spiritual techniques and had reached the pinnacle. How could Qin Ruyu's spiritual methods affect him?

Chen Xuan valued his family and wife more than anyone else. If Qin Ruyu hadn't approached him from that angle, he might have been interested in playing around with her. But she did it precisely because of that. So Chen Xuan had no interest in any unnecessary words and directly pointed it out, sentencing her to death!

If it weren't for the environment evoking memories of home in Chen Xuan, which prompted him to take a closer look, he wouldn't have bothered to say a word.

The little princess across from him was taken aback for a moment, then said with a hint of grievance, "Husband, what are you saying? I don't understand. Come on, let's eat..."

Chen Xuan stared indifferently at his opponent, unmoved. A cold smile appeared on his lips, and suddenly purple light swirled in his eyes, like a bottomless vortex that seemed to swallow everything. In the next instant, the world around him distorted as if a mirror had shattered, and the sounds of Song Yuzhi and the black-robed man's fierce battle came back, returning him to the imperial mausoleum under the dome.

Back in reality, Chen Xuan looked at Qin Ruyu on the spider web opposite him as if she were a dead person.

Guo Qingxue, who was standing next to him, had just noticed that Chen Xuan was standing there in a daze, his eyes vacant and lifeless. She was wondering what to do when a flash of purple light appeared in Chen Xuan's eyes and he regained his clarity. Before she could ask, she suddenly felt a tightness in her chest. The Chen brother in front of her had become extremely dangerous. Even if he wasn't targeting her, it made her soul tremble. Fortunately, this terrifying feeling only lasted for a moment.

In that instant, looking at Qin Ruyu on the other side, who had been standing gracefully on the spider web, her face contorted and her brows furrowed. She swayed and almost lost her balance, looking extremely painful. Her face turned as pale as paper, and blood flowed from her seven orifices.

With a miserable expression, she shook her head violently, cold sweat pouring down her face, and looked at Chen Xuan with bloody tears in her eyes, saying in horror, "How is this possible!"

"Nothing is impossible. Trying to use mental attacks on me is courting death. The backlash alone almost drove you to a mental breakdown, didn't it? Have you thought about how you're going to die? Fine, whatever. You're going to die anyway. I don't have a habit of torturing people, so I'll just give you a quick death," Chen Xuan said indifferently.

Sensing Chen Xuan's palpable killing intent, the danger of death striking her very soul, Qin Ruyu was horrified. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and she instinctively cried out, "Young Master Chen, please wait! Why are you so angry? I never intended to harm you. You are truly the most outstanding man I have ever met, and I sincerely want to be with you forever!"

"Is this your last words?" Chen Xuan remained unmoved, the crystalline snowflakes in his eyes seemed about to materialize and burst forth, and his eyes also carried a faint purple light, wary of the other party launching the previous mental attack again.

He understood that the opponent had no cultivation at the moment, and his physique, which was even stronger than that of a master of external martial arts, was only due to the Soul-Devouring Spider King. However, the opponent had cultivated the Butterfly Transformation Heart Sutra and had an extremely strong mental will, which was enough to use mental techniques, but it was still not enough in front of Chen Xuan.

If he's right, the other party's previous hypnotic or dream-like mental techniques, once he falls into them, will first lead to her image replacing his wife, thus breaking down his mental defenses. The second step will be imprinting her mark on his mind, making him a puppet she can control at will. At that point, he will be completely controlled by her mind!

Chen Xuan may not understand the Butterfly Transformation Heart Sutra she cultivates, but from his current level, he can figure it out with a little thought.

Qin Ruyu undoubtedly had a good plan, wanting to easily control Chen Xuan and possess this young grandmaster with unlimited potential. However, she had chosen the wrong person. From the beginning, Chen Xuan was not affected by her mental interference. The difference between the two in terms of mental strength was like a firefly and the bright moon.

Let alone the fact that she is not a true Grandmaster, even if she has reached that level, so what? Chen Xuan is a true Grandmaster. One more word and it's like heaven and earth.

Chen Xuan didn't need to explain to the other party; he just wanted to kill her. His wife was his weakness, and she dared to use his wife's image to attack him. If she didn't die, who would?

Chen Xuan is usually easy to talk to, but when he's petty, he can be really petty. The reason he was determined to kill was because he thought that if he hadn't taken precautions beforehand, what if his wife and the others were really captured by Qin Ruyu and even devoured by the Soul-Devouring Spider King, possessing their memories and bloodlines, or even completely becoming them? Just thinking about that outcome made Chen Xuan shudder.

Therefore, Qin Ruyu must die!

"I was just joking with Young Master Chen, there's no need to get so angry, is there?" Qin Ruyu forced a smile, her face pale, still unable to recover from the mental backlash.

In fact, if she hadn't been targeting Chen Xuan, any other grandmaster-level expert would probably have fallen for her trick. After all, everyone has weaknesses in their mind, and once their willpower is at a disadvantage, they can only be branded by the other party and become slaves.

The most terrifying methods are those involving the mind. They don't have a grand, overt presence; they are silent and impossible to defend against. Just like Chen Xuan's Purple Mystic Illusionary Eyes, which he cultivates, he has the ability to manipulate people's minds. Those with weaker mental strength than him will find it difficult to resist, unless they are death warriors who have long lost their sense of self.

Some jokes, once made, can be deadly.

Chen Xuan had no interest in wasting words with the other party. Originally, he had just happened to be here and wanted to see what Song Yuzhi and the man in black robes were capable of. Anyway, it was none of his business, and he didn't want to get involved unless necessary. But now he just wanted to kill Qin Ruyu and go home for dinner.

Looking indifferently at Qin Ruyu, Chen Xuan calmly said, "Miss Guo, you go to the back and let them go first. After I've dealt with the current problem, if you want to go out later, you can come with me." After all, he was familiar with Guo Qingxue, and their relationship was complicated and intertwined. Chen Xuan naturally couldn't sit idly by and did nothing. He had to make arrangements before taking action.

As he spoke, Guo Qingxue nodded obediently, and he waved his hand gently, causing Guo Qingxue to fly to Liu Yuehong and the others.

Immediately afterward, Chen Xuan flipped his hand and a crystal-clear snowflake appeared in his palm. With a flick of his finger, it flew horizontally and hovered above Guo Qingxue and the others, shimmering with white light. The icy coldness was so intense that they couldn't feel the chill around them. It enveloped them as a form of protection, ensuring that the spreading poisonous fog wouldn't affect them. Even if the poisonous fog got close, it would be frozen into ice shards and fall. He also transmitted his voice to them, telling them not to misunderstand the range of the snowflake's light.

Furthermore, another snowflake flew out from Chen Xuan's hand, but as it flew out, it split into two, then into four... In the blink of an eye, thousands upon thousands of snowflakes danced and fell into the ever-shrinking poisonous fog. The chill surged, and the originally surging, multicolored poisonous fog was rapidly frozen, turning into ice shards that fell down in a flurry. Even the endless poisonous insects within were frozen into ice sculptures!

In just two breaths, the surging poisonous mist vanished completely, and the poisonous insects inside were all dead, posing no further threat.

Double insurance, just in case.

When Chen Xuan got a little serious, his Grandmaster-level skills were astounding, and those outside his level would find them difficult to comprehend. With a wave of his hand, he dismantled a hopeless situation.

Even Song Yuzhi and the man in black robes, who were engaged in fierce combat, were terrified when they noticed all this. They almost instinctively fought back to create distance and watch Chen Xuan's next move.

Ignoring them, Chen Xuan's figure vanished silently from the spot, leaving only a lingering shadow that slowly disappeared from sight. He appeared in front of Qin Ruyu as if by teleportation, his eyes indifferent. He casually struck out with a palm, his slender hand turning into a crystal-clear, deep blue color, without any leakage of aura. Yet, the space around Qin Ruyu seemed to be frozen, and even cracks appeared like shattered glass.

Xue Hantian, this extremely cold palm technique, Chen Xuan has already cultivated to the pinnacle. Even though his core technique, Ze Yuan Jue, is not compatible with this palm technique, with his almost unreasonable martial arts talent, the Grandmaster realm can still unleash the limit that the creator of this technique can achieve at this level!

He had long since mastered the essence of this palm technique, and now when he unleashed it, there was no snow in the Great Cold, no icy aura, only the extreme extinction of life.

Chen Xuan's forte was lightness skill, and this time he made a decisive move, aiming to kill Qin Ruyu with a single palm strike. Therefore, Qin Ruyu did not react until he appeared in front of her and struck out with his palm.

She wasn't a true Grandmaster to begin with; she only relied on the Soul-Devouring Spider King, which was fused with the special effect of the Heart-Connecting Gu. She cultivated the Butterfly Transformation Heart Sutra, which gave her strong spiritual power, but she had already suffered a great loss at Chen Xuan's hands. Trying to fight him in this way again would be suicidal.

Qin Ruyu was certainly not stupid. Almost instinctively, she resisted, relying on her powerful physique fused with the Soul-Devouring Spider Queen to retreat rapidly and try to create distance. But no matter how hard she tried, she could only watch helplessly as Chen Xuan struck her head with a palm.

An aura of near-despair and death enveloped her soul. In an instant, her pure white dress transformed into endless spider silk, layer upon layer, weaving a web in front of her in an attempt to block Chen Xuan's palm strike. Each spider silk was thinner than a hair, indistinguishable to the naked eye, yet its toughness and sharpness were enough to threaten the physique of a grandmaster. The web was incredibly strong and dense, but it was still in vain.

Under Chen Xuan's palm strike, the space itself seemed to freeze, cracks appeared, and the endless spider silk couldn't even spread out completely before being frozen and turned into ice crystal powder, as fragile as noodles.

A serious palm strike from Chen Xuan, a grandmaster, was far beyond what Qin Ruyu, a pseudo-grandmaster, could withstand. If Qin Ruyu were hit directly, there would be no need for a second strike.

Qin Ruyu had never underestimated Chen Xuan. An eighteen-year-old Grandmaster was no ordinary person, and his battle record was verifiable. However, she never imagined that Chen Xuan would be so powerful. In front of him, she felt like an ant. She regretted provoking him and was even inexplicably glad that she had not been able to actually capture Zhou Qianning and the others.

But is it useful to regret it now?

Just as the terrified Qin Ruyu was about to be killed by Chen Xuan's palm strike, her face frozen in horror, a dark figure suddenly appeared in front of her, as if bringing the night with it. He threw a punch at Chen Xuan, his jet-black fist wreathed in wisps of starlight.

"How dare you!" the black-robed man who appeared in front of Qin Ruyu exclaimed in shock and anger as he made his move.

He could see that Qin Ruyu was definitely not able to withstand Chen Xuan's palm strike, so he didn't care about Song Yuzhi and decisively came over to help block it.

Chen Xuan remained unmoved and continued to strike with his palm. The next moment, the two palms collided, and then the distance between them instantly widened.

There was no aftershock, unlike the grand battle between Song Yuzhi and the man in black robes; it was all rather understated and unremarkable.

After receiving a palm strike from Chen Xuan, the man in black robes was sent flying backward, crashing into Qin Ruyu and falling to the ground. His face was filled with horror. With a cracking sound, his right arm, from which he had thrown a punch, shattered into ice shards starting from his fist, which continued to spread rapidly along his arm.

This man was a ruthless character. Realizing that if he continued, the terrifying chill would penetrate his body and shatter half of his body, he decisively swung his hand and severed his arm at the elbow while flying backward, thus stopping the terrifying chill from spreading.

"What terrifying chill! I can't even feel the cold. What kind of palm technique is this?" The black-robed man who had knocked Qin Ruyu away exclaimed subconsciously, his face filled with horror, not even caring about the pain of his severed arm.

After the attack, Chen Xuan also retreated dozens of feet, but he looked calm and composed. It wasn't that he was knocked away by the opponent, but that he used the retreat to deflect the opponent's powerful punch. His arm was slightly numb. There was no way around it. The Snow Cold Heaven Palm Technique was not known for its pure strength. Extreme cold was the core. When using this technique, Chen Xuan was at a disadvantage in terms of pure strength.

But that was all; it only forced him back a short distance, while the opponent paid the price of losing an arm.

With a quick movement, Chen Xuan pressed forward again, his tone indifferent: "You've been courting death in front of me from the very beginning. I was originally curious to see what tricks you and Her Highness the Princess had up your sleeve, but I've lost interest now. I don't have the habit of wasting time talking to dead people, so let's just kill you and go home for dinner."

At their level, how could simply making sounds with their mouths possibly outpace the speed of their attacks? They directly use subtle techniques to vibrate the air and convey their language.

As they spoke, Chen Xuan had already closed in on them like a shadow, unleashing another crystalline blue palm strike. At the same time, he said with some disappointment, "Watching you fight Her Highness the Princess, I roughly figured out what you were up to. Your so-called Overlord Three Lights Fist is more powerful than you showed before. However, it seems you haven't mastered it properly; you couldn't even withstand one of my palm strikes. The so-called three lights are sun, moon, and stars; you only showed starlight before. If that's all, this fist technique will probably be lost again."

Before he could finish speaking, his chilling, all-freezing palm strike rapidly magnified in the black-robed man's pupils... (End of Chapter)