God Child Like a Beauty

Hua Qinglian sat cross-legged in the center of the Five-Colored Ice Bed. His spotless white robe, skin as delicate as a woman's, and glossy black hair hanging naturally down his back made him appear ethereal. Behind him stood five illusory figures, each one looking exactly like him.

The Five-Colored Ice Bed beneath him resembled an enormous multicolored stone. Its shape was irregular, clearly a divine stone formed by heaven and earth.

This Profound Ice Stone House was located in the heart of the Bright Holy Land, and only Core Disciples were permitted to enter and cultivate here.

Ning Xiaochuan burst out from underground. He had not expected to barge into the heart of the Bright Holy Land. Fortunately, the one cultivating in the Profound Ice Stone House was Hua Qinglian. If it had been any other expert from the Bright Holy Land, Ning Xiaochuan would have been doomed today.

Sensing someone intrude into the Profound Ice Stone House, Hua Qinglian, who had been cultivating, abruptly opened his eyes. Frosty chill radiated from them, making the stone house even colder.

"Whoever dares trespass into my cultivation ground is walking a road to death."

With a sweep of his sleeve, the White Staff embedded in the Five-Colored Ice Bed immediately flew toward Ning Xiaochuan.

Ning Xiaochuan's robes billowed in the icy wind. He promptly removed the Ghost Mask from his face and said, "Wait. Brother Hua, it's me!"

When Hua Qinglian saw the pale face beneath the golden Ghost Mask, his eyes narrowed slightly. He immediately recalled the White Staff, then floated down from the Five-Colored Ice Bed and landed before Ning Xiaochuan. Somewhat delighted and somewhat concerned, he asked, "Young Master Ning, what happened to you? When did you come to the Bright Holy Land? Why didn't you come find me?"