Inside Pope Hall, the ice fragments had yet to fully disperse.
Qian Xunji sat in the seat of honor and looked at the little ice luan preening its feathers on Qian Renling's shoulder. "How are the soul skills?"
Qian Renling raised her right hand, and cold air condensed into an ice-blue luan pattern at her fingertips.
"There are two soul skills. The first is [Luan Soul]."
She moved the pattern to her palm.
"This mark can be attached to fists, palms, weapons, or even soul skills. Once it hits, it remains where it made contact and continuously seeps cold air into the target. It can also gather the cold force that has already entered the opponent's body, making it difficult for them to dispel."
"If the same spot is struck repeatedly, the mark will deepen. Eventually, it will freeze the muscles and meridians, cutting off the circulation of Soul Power."
Qian Xunji nodded. "What if it hits a defensive barrier?"
"Then it will erode the barrier first, until it freezes through."
Qian Renling clenched her fist, and the luan pattern lit up.
"This move works especially well with the techniques Mother taught me. Wounds left by Emperor Sword can carry the Luan Mark, while Emperor Palm can drive the mark into the body along with the cold air. While the opponent is busy expelling the cold, I can keep deepening the freeze."
As she spoke, she remembered something else and continued:
"And Emperor's Cold Heaven! If I attach Luan Soul to the snowflakes within the domain, the opponent will be constantly eroded as long as they remain in the blizzard. Then, wherever the cold is strongest is where I'll strike."
"Not a bad idea, but how many marks can you control at once?"
"There are countless snowflakes in the domain.