Chapter 35: Chapter 35 — Meeting Fang Qingxue Again

Among the Yuhua Sect’s ranks stood one hundred and eight True Disciples, each commanding their own sacred mountain — peaks rich in spiritual energy, veined with heaven and earth’s essence, and ruled like personal domains.

They governed the sect’s great affairs and often descended to instruct inner and outer disciples, selecting promising individuals as personal confidants.

Their authority was immense.
Their strength, even more so.

Yet even among them, distinctions of rank existed.

Among the most formidable of the One Hundred and Eight was Hua Tiandu.

Within the cultivation world he was known as “Heavenly Capital Sage” — a figure of equal standing with the great elders of the Ten Immortal Sects.

Rumor held that he was the one most likely to break through the tenth stage of Divine Ability and enter the Longevity Realm.

Boundless power.
Limitless arts.

The Heavenly Rooster Pure-Yang Rope had once been his personal treasure before he achieved higher realms. He no longer required it, and had lent it to Senior Sister Mo so she could slay demonic cultivators and earn the sect’s Yin–Yang Longevity Pill, thereby securing her promotion to True Disciple under his patronage.

“I sensed the Pure-Yang Rope suddenly sever its link with my mind,”

Hua Tiandu said coldly.

“That is when I knew something had gone wrong. Who dares seize my treasure?”

His gaze swept the battlefield. The air froze instantly.

Ice crept across the desert, forming a massive glacier that entombed Senior Sister Mo, the inner disciples, the royal heirs of the Great Virtue Dynasty, and even Liu Kang — their bodies and the poisonous spirits within them sealed in crystalline stillness.

Even Yuan Jiankong’s teeth chattered violently despite the protection of his spiritual armor.

He trembled.

If that frost struck me directly… Ten spirit armors would shatter in an instant.

This was the terrifying might of Heaven-Chilling Profound Nether Force, one of Yuhua Sect’s Eight Supreme Divine Arts.

Yet Hua Tiandu had used it not to kill — but to preserve life.

Such mastery was nothing short of divine.

Meanwhile…

Fang Han and Hongyi Princess landed upon a distant sand dune.

Hongyi stared at him, eyes filled with disbelief.

“You made Crimson Prince’s corpse vanish. That is no ordinary treasure… Even a spirit treasure cannot create its own dimension. Unless— unless you possess a Dao Artifact!”

A Dao Artifact.

An existence so rare that even the mighty Yuhua Sect owned only a few.

Fang Han calmly handed her the purified True Blue Sword.

“The fewer who know my secrets, the safer you are. Do not ask.”

She bit her finger and let her blood drip upon the blade, forging a new spiritual bond.

“We’ll head to Blue Moon City. Hide the swords. And that demon robe of yours — never show it in public.”

They continued on foot through the desert.

Three days later, oases and the long ribbon of the Blue Moon River appeared before them.

Then—

A pillar of black smoke exploded skyward.

Heavenly Wolf Seven-Kill Smoke.

Before Fang Han could react, lightning cleaved the smoke in half.

Purple thunder howled.

A blade of lightning descended.

Violet Lightning Netherblade.

His heart shook.

“Fang Qingxue!”