Fairy Xue's Fall and White Bone's Scheme

In a snowbound valley seven hundred li from Cold Wind City, a figure leaned weakly against an icy boulder.

"Was this where my path would end?"

A feeble smile tugged at Fairy Xue's pale cheeks. She raised her head to look at the figure in the sky, her eyes still brimming with resolve.

She had reached this point step by step, relying on nothing but a Dao heart that gritted its teeth and refused to yield.

"Hmph. A mantis raising its arms against a chariot, yet you still thought you could detonate your Nascent Soul."

But the figure in the sky did not descend. Instead, he gazed down from above, his eyes utterly indifferent. His target had never been a mere female cultivator at the Nascent Soul middle stage.

"Fellow Daoist Feipeng, we're too close to Cold Wind City. Leave now, or the Ice God Palace's cultivators may come to encircle and kill you."

A spirit bird formed from mana flew over, its voice tinged with urgency. It was clearly a spell cast by some Nascent Soul old monster.

The man who had ambushed True Lord Xue was none other than True Lord Feipeng, leader of the Feipeng Chamber of Commerce.

The dashing True Lord Feipeng ignored the figure below, who could no longer fight, and stared coldly into the distance.

"White Bone Superior, today I repay the debt from five years ago in full. But I have no need for your spiritual treasures."

As the heroic-looking True Lord Feipeng spoke coldly, the corners of his mouth slowly lifted. A trace of malice spoiled his otherwise gallant bearing.

"Fairy Xue, in the cultivation world, the strong devour the weak. When you chose your side, you should have foreseen this day."

True Lord Feipeng's indifferent voice echoed through the valley, yet