The Cold Nether Spider Breaks Through to the Mid-Eighth Level

"All right, I won't say any more."

The White-Clad Woman's words came to an abrupt halt.

She calmly watched Chen Changming's grim expression and smiled. "If you want to know what happened at Heaven-Reaching Snow Mountain, hehe, you'll have to bring me ten times today's amount of Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Marrow before I'll tell you."

"Ten times!"

Chen Changming deliberately feigned shock and anger.

In truth, he could have taken it out right then, but he knew that once he did, who could say what might change in the White-Clad Woman's mind?

Thirty pieces of Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Marrow was an astonishingly generous offer on Mystic Ice Island.

The White-Clad Woman had likely said this because she also wanted to test the strength of his "friend."

If he brought it out too easily, without bargaining, he would easily end up on the back foot.

"What, your friend can't manage it?"

The White-Clad Woman sneered.

"Wait for my news, senior."

Chen Changming turned and left, heading straight for Gu Huaibei's cell.

"How intriguing."

The White-Clad Woman smiled faintly and slowly walked toward the bed.

Outside Cell 99.

Chen Changming came over slowly. Looking at the cold, beautiful woman, still as an ice sculpture, he said softly, "Master, you really don't need to seal your cultivation in the Ice Prison..."

Seeing her disciple worrying about her, Gu Huaibei's heart softened. Her eyelids trembled, and she let out a quiet sigh. "I can no longer cultivate the Ninth Revolution Technique of the Nine-Turn Cold Ice Art, so my cultivation will remain fixed at the ninth layer of the Nascent Soul Realm. There's no point in cultivating anymore..."

Don't you still have the Li Fire Ice Marrow Pill?

Chen Changming nearly blurted out those words.

Even if she couldn't cultivate the ninth revolution of the Nine-Turn