I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

Chapter 570: Chapter 373: Cold Ice Gang Qi! (Part 2)

Those thirty-seven days and nights of lurking, those moments of fake warmth at the Crown Prince’s bedside.

The tears of humiliation swallowed deep in the night while biting on the handkerchief, now transformed into the raging flames of vengeance within her chest.

Dongchang’s dogs; they indeed possess immense Divine Techniques, able to find even such hidden places.

Her pearly teeth sank deep into her lower lip, the taste of blood spreading on her tongue, yet Lin Qinghan laughed all the more recklessly.

When she returns to the palace stepping over the corpses of these minions, she will ensure that old eunuch of Dongchang witnesses it firsthand in Jinluan Hall.

The daughter of the Lin Family, who was crushed by him, will use the Emperor’s power to tear through his façade of authority over the court.

In torment where he can neither live nor die, she will offer the most crimson tribute to her father’s wronged soul.

Boom!

The ice-bound door was shattered by a brute force, as three white-robed sabermen marched in, dignified amidst the scattered ice shards.

Every step they took elicited a teeth-gritting crack from the ice beneath, frigid air condensing into frost around them.

Yuan Qian’s eye twitched violently—the elite Jinyi Guards outside had turned into frozen sculptures.

They remained in their sword-drawing posture, their faces frozen in the horror of their final moments, reflecting a bizarre halo under the sunlight.

"It’s you!" Yuan Qian gritted these words out through clenched teeth.

He was all too familiar with the three men before him, the three vicious dogs most trusted by the old demon of Dongchang.

Cao Yi, Cao Er, Cao San among the thirteen adopted sons.

During the recluse of Dongchang’s master, it was these three adopted sons who held the power of life and death, controlling the interrogations of the prison and wielding immense influence.

"Yuan Qian!" Cao Yi, leading them, shouted sharply, his voice cutting like an icy blade: "As the Black Tortoise Governor of Jinyi Guard, how dare you attack someone from Dongchang?"

"You overstep your boundaries, defying the Emperor’s decree. Are the Jinyi Guard planning a rebellion?"

Cao Er said sinisterly, "Once we report to His Majesty... none of you in Jinyi Guard will be spared!"

"And that old thing Shen Wanbao, he should step down and relinquish his position too."

Old Three revealed a mocking, cruel smile: "Yuan Qian, if you kneel and beg for mercy now, perhaps... Father might spare your whole corpse?"

"Heh heh heh..."

After speaking, the three simultaneously let out a chilling laugh.

Suddenly, synchronized footsteps echoed from outside, as ten or so Dongchang officers surrounded a black-robed elder, who stepped in slowly like stars encircling the moon.

As the black-robed elder advanced, the water vapor in the air condensed into frost.

Yuan Qian’s pupils suddenly shrank, and his blood seemed to instantly freeze.

Indeed, the old demon himself has arrived!

Lu Xuan, the foremost power-holder under the heavens, the master of Dongchang, appeared abruptly before their eyes.

His hair was as white as snow, his face showing no signs of age, but his cruel eyes emitted a chilling glare.

The black brocade robe fluttered slightly in the cold, and he seemed like a demon from the Nine Nether Hell.

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind him, his eyes like blades, scanning Yuan Qian’s entire body.

Without shouting or intimidating, just watching quietly, causing Yuan Qian to feel as if he were plunging into an icy abyss, struggling even to breathe.

"Die!"

Yuan Qian’s angry roar shattered the ice at the eaves, as the Brocade Spring Saber in his hand suddenly erupted with three feet of green light.

In an instant, his muscles puffed up like iron, causing his black outfit to crackle.

His body, doubled in size, crushed the floor, causing it to crack inch by inch.

The mystical True Qi surged from his Dantian, channeling into the blade, the azure waves rising from the blade, sending the furnishings flying inside the room.

Dust from the beams fell, landing on the knotted veins of his swollen neck.

This was the secret cultivation technique of the Black Tortoise line in the Jinyi Guard!

When Yuan Qian tiptoed and leaped into the air, his spine emitted explosive cracks.

His swollen muscles turned his skin an archaic green, even his brow was raised into sharp lines.

At this moment, Yuan Qian resembled a deity descended to earth, surrounded by tangible azure Gang Qi.

This cultivation technique, when perfected, could forge an invincible body, impervious to ordinary swords and blades.

His right arm muscles holding the saber writhed as if alive, and when the blade light cut through the stagnant cold air, it left a flickering blue knife mark in the midair.

"You old eunuch dog, come meet your death!"

The blade wind, condensed with killing intent, shattered the ice wall in front with a "crack", as Yuan Qian’s massive body, carried by the momentum of wind and thunder, cleaved downwards.

Before the blade, wrapped in blue light, reached its target, it had already pulverized the ice ridges within three feet of the door.

The flames of bloodlust danced in his pupils, paying no heed to the tearing pain brought by his swelling muscles.

Fleeing now was too late; it was better to fight this old eunuch dog to the death.

Suddenly, an eerie white mist rose around Lu Xuan, the nearly liquid white Gang Qi flowed like a shield, making a sharp ice-cracking sound in the air as it passed.

The surface of the white Gang Qi shield was covered with fine frost flowers, even the light was refracted into a ghostly blue cold glow.

Even those standing ten steps away could feel the bone-piercing chill seeping into their marrow through the seams of their clothes.

Yuan Qian, with the surge of his Xuangang Body, slashed through the air, as the blue light, accompanied by a mountain-cracking roar, heavily struck that mass of eerie white coldness.

At the instant the two forces collided, it felt as though the heavens and earth had come to a halt.

Then, a loud explosion shattered the glazed tiles, and a shock wave swept through like a raging hurricane.

The pillars and beams of the entire house emitted a dying groan, while the carved window lattices and sandalwood screens turned into flying wood chips in the blast.

Amidst the ruins, the Dongchang lackeys were like withered leaves swept away by a gale.

Apart from Cao Yi and his three foster sons who managed to stabilize themselves, the rest smashed through the courtyard walls one after another, awkwardly falling onto the still damp muddy ground.

Some lay paralyzed, blood seeping from mouth and nose, while others were flung several feet away by the airwave, cries and heavy thuds mingling together.

At the storm’s center, three maidservants formed an impenetrable barrier with their bodies, letting the flying debris cut their skin and the cold wind crack their lips, but still firmly protecting Lin Qinghan in the middle.

As the dust partially settled, Lin Qinghan pushed aside the maidservants’ bloodstained sleeves.

She gazed at the chaotic battlefield before her, vengeance burning in her eyes, more scorching than the blazing sun overhead.

Father, was this the kind of old monster’s hand you met your end to?

Lin Qinghan’s pupils contracted suddenly, as she stared in disbelief at the scene before her.

Lu Xuan, that old demon, stood with hands behind his back, his clothes remaining completely unruffled.

As if the earlier earth-shattering strike was nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing his face.

In contrast, Yuan Qian’s Brocade Spring Saber let out a crisp "crack" and shattered inch by inch under the watchful eyes of many.

Before the saber fragments hit the ground, they were frozen into glittering ice crystals by the intense cold, shimmering with a mournful light under the sun.

Pfft!

Yuan Qian violently spat a mouthful of fresh blood, which froze into ice beads in midair.

His muscular, bare torso evaporating biting white vapor, as though the entire person was being frozen from the inside out.

The Xuangang Body, though reputed to be invulnerable and impervious to blades, ultimately couldn’t withstand the pervasive and invasive extreme cold True Qi.

The cold seeped through like a bone-attached evil, burrowing into the meridians through the pores, freezing even the organs!

"Cold Ice Gang Qi..."

Yuan Qian knelt on one knee, teeth chattering: "You’ve actually... trained Cold Ice Strong Gang Qi... to... perfection..."

If it were any other master here, perhaps Yuan Qian wouldn’t have been defeated so swiftly.

It was precisely Lu Xuan’s Cold Ice Gang Qi that was the natural nemesis of his reinforced external training technique.

One thing restrains another, this is the ultimate principle of martial arts.

Lu Xuan’s eyes flashed with cold light, unwilling to waste more words.

He waved his broad sleeve, sending forth a substantial white Gang wind, freezing even the air into fine ice crystals wherever it passed.

"You..."

Yuan Qian struggled to lift his right hand, only to find his fingertips instantly covered with white frost.

The chilling cold spread rapidly along his arm, encasing him in a crystalline ice layer in the blink of an eye.

In the sunlight, this human-shaped ice sculpture refracted a poignant and brilliant light, with water droplets continually sliding off the ice layer, pooling into a chilly pond on the ground.

At this rate of melting, it would take at least half an hour for the ice seal to break.

Alas—by then, Yuan Qian’s organs would have been completely eroded by the cold; even a Daluo Golden Immortal couldn’t save him.

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