So Rude

There's no helping it; good looks are justice.

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With a flash of light, a jade box containing the Douluo Planet Companion Profound Ice Marrow Core and a gorgeous, shimmering clothing box landed steadily on the bed of Qian Xunji.

Everything is ready; all that is missing is the east wind.

Qian Xunji tucked everything into his storage ring and straightened his collar.

"System, switch to the second form of my Martial Soul."

Hum—

In an instant, twelve snow-white, flawless wings radiating a dazzling, holy brilliance erupted from behind Qian Xunji.

Above his head, the Divine Crown, condensed from pure holy light, hovered silently, making him appear like a compassionate, world-saving deity.

Under this disguise of extreme light, who would have guessed that this body, brimming with holy aura, actually housed a Fallen Angel—a creature full of malice, wielding the powers of Original Sin and Devouring?

"Far North, here I come."

Qian Xunji walked to the balcony of his bedchamber, bent his knees slightly, and the twelve wings of light behind him gave a violent flap.

Accompanied by a sonic boom, a brilliant golden streak of light shot into the sky, tearing through the clouds above Martial Soul City and vanishing into the distance.

The Far North, the human forbidden zone recognized by the entire Douluo Continent.

The wind and snow here didn't just fall; they "pounded." The blizzard, mixed with ice wheels as sharp as blades, could easily shred the defenses of an ordinary Spirit Master.

Hundreds of miles from the core of the Far North, Qian Xunji wisely retracted his flashy twelve wings of light and landed on a sheltered ice rock.

"Hiss—it's damn cold."

Even with the protection of his ninety-third-rank soul power, Qian Xunji couldn't help but shiver.

He finally understood why the influence of Martial Soul Hall had never been able to penetrate this place.

In this godforsaken spot, even if you threw all those old bones from the Elder Hall over here, they wouldn't even need a Spirit Beast to attack them; the cold alone would give them chronic arthritis.

Qian Xunji reached out and touched the Breath-Concealing Jade Pendant worn against his chest. As the pendant emitted a faint, warm luster, the massive blood energy and soul power fluctuations of a ninety-third-rank Titled Douluo, along with the origin aura of the Twelve-Winged Original Sin Fallen Angel, were instantly and absolutely masked.

At this moment, walking through the snow, he was like a lifeless, transparent piece of ice.

He was adhering to the principle of "entering the village quietly, no shooting."

However, the ideal was plump, but reality was skeletal.

Three hours later.

Qian Xunji stood in the center of a vast, white, desolate ice plain, staring at the monotonous glaciers and snowdrifts in every direction, finally falling into deep self-doubt.

"Where the hell am I supposed to find her?"

Qian Xunji rubbed his brow in frustration. The Far North was too vast, and the Snow Empress's true form was the Heavenly Snow Woman—the purest ice and snow spirit in this world.

As long as she stood in a snowdrift, without breath or heartbeat, she became one with the world. Trying to find her in this vast sea of snow was even more absurd than finding a specific grain of sand in a desert.

If he dared to release his spiritual power to scan the area, it would be like lighting a high-powered searchlight in the dead of night; the Three Great Heavenly Kings of the Far North would teach him a lesson in minutes.

"Too reckless. I should have checked this woman's address before coming."

Qian Xunji sighed. When in doubt, call for help—no, call the system.

"System, give me a precise location. I want the coordinates of the Heavenly Snow Woman, the Snow Empress."

[Detected user request to activate 'God-Level Radar Positioning' function. Target: Snow Empress.]

[This positioning requires 1,000 Subversion Points. Do you wish to pay?]

"Deduct it, hurry up." Qian Xunji rolled his eyes in annoyance.

[Payment successful. 1,000 Subversion Points deducted. Current balance: 49,000 points.]

[Navigation route generated on user's retina. Distance from current position: 460 miles, Northwest, Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Abyss.]

Profiteer...

Watching the blue dashed line appear out of thin air—visible only to him—a smile curled on Qian Xunji's lips.

"Using technology early means enjoying it early."

Following the navigation route, Qian Xunji once again utilized his movement technique. With the blessing of the absolute concealment pendant, he moved like a white phantom, rapidly weaving through glacial crevices and blizzards.

Along the way, he even brushed past several ten-thousand-year-level Ice Bears, yet they remained completely unaware of his presence.

Half an hour later.

Qian Xunji's footsteps came to an abrupt halt at the edge of a massive ice abyss.

Miraculously, the wind and snow here had stopped. Below lay a bottomless glacial canyon, radiating an eerie, deep-blue, extreme cold.

In the very center of the ice abyss hovered a massive Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice Platform.

On the platform, standing with her back to him, was a figure—haughty, cold, and almost ethereal in her breathtaking beauty.

She wore no shoes or socks; a pair of jade feet, as if carved from the finest mutton-fat jade, rested lightly on the ice. Her snow-white hair cascaded down to her ankles, and she wore a simple, elegant dress condensed from the purest ice and snow elements. It had no extra decorations, yet it exuded an unassailable, peerless grace.

Just the sight of her back was enough to make Qian Xunji, who had seen all manner of beauties, secretly marvel in his heart.

"Old man, your son's taste is absolutely one of a kind on this entire continent."

He gently brushed his finger over the jade pendant on his chest, deactivating his concealment state, while simultaneously releasing a restrained wisp of the holy aura he had disguised using his "Radiant Form."

"Ahem... this beautiful Snow Maiden, apologies for the intrusion—"

Qian Xunji wore what he considered his most perfect, gentlemanly, and gentle smile, having barely managed to utter half a sentence.

However, he had underestimated the Ruler of the Far North's rejection of humans, and even more so, he had underestimated the Snow Empress's vigilance and decisiveness.

"Boom—"

In the absolute 0.01 seconds after Qian Xunji's aura leaked, an incredibly terrifying ice-blue field of energy erupted instantly from the Profound Ice Platform ahead!

The surrounding air, previously calm, was instantly compressed into countless ice-blue blades visible to the naked eye.

Emperor Sword: Ice Extreme Peerless

There was no wasted breath...

The moment the Snow Empress sensed a human aura behind her, she clenched her slender fingers in the void, and a terrifying giant sword, dozens of meters long and formed entirely from Ultimate Ice, took shape instantly, slashing horizontally toward where Qian Xunji stood.

"Holy crap, is there no such thing as manners? This temper is even colder than your looks!"

Qian Xunji's pupils constricted sharply as the ice-blue sword light rapidly expanded in his vision; an enraged strike from a 700,000-year-old super beast was definitely not something to be trifled with.

"Bang!"

The ice rock beneath Qian Xunji's feet shattered instantly, and he launched himself into the air at the very last second, narrowly dodging the terrifying sword light that had nearly split the entire Ice Abyss in two.

Suspended in mid-air, Qian Xunji broke out in a cold sweat. He looked down to see that the spot where he had just been standing, along with the glaciers stretching for miles behind it, had been completely leveled by that single strike, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

"Human."

A voice as cold and emotionless as the clashing of ten-thousand-year-old glaciers echoed slowly above the Ice Abyss.

The Snow Empress finally turned around.

A pair of ice-blue eyes, deep and ethereal, radiated a coldness that viewed all living things as mere ants.

She hovered silently in mid-air, looking at Qian Xunji as if she were staring at a frozen corpse.

"Those who trespass in the Forbidden Zone of the Far North shall die."

The Snow Empress couldn't even be bothered to spare him another glance; she raised her right hand once more.

This time, it was not a sword, but a surge of cold air several times more terrifying than before, gathering frantically in her palm before slamming down toward Qian Xunji's head!

Emperor Palm: Great Cold No Snow

"Again? Do you really think the Pope has no temper?"