Cultivating the Mystic Ice Body

Ye Yun walked in one breath from the mountainside of Great Sun Peak to its foot before finally slowing down.

Ye Yun felt that once Ling Chen came to his senses, he would probably come looking to fight him to the death.

Still, it could not all be blamed on him. He had merely wanted to defuse the deadlock, yet he had never expected—

that after just a few careless words of bluffing, Ling Chen had actually taken them for the truth. What was more, he had become a little carried away.

He had actually claimed that he would break into the top ten of this Great Dynasty Tournament and even challenge Xiang Wentian, Senior Brother Xiang.

Even Ye Yun himself did not dare to casually boast of such things. Usually, he only thought about them in his heart.

In any case, there were still several months before the Great Dynasty Tournament. When it was about to begin, he could go visit Ling Chen and see whether he had come to his senses.

That night, the moon in the winter sky shone exceptionally bright. White moonlight spilled across the earth as though draping it in a thin veil of gauze.

At that moment, Ye Yun emerged from his room and headed straight toward the depths of the valley, where the Cold Spring lay.

Over the past two or three days, since someone would be sent to investigate the situation at Clearwind Stronghold, Ye Yun could not leave the sect for the time being.

Therefore, he planned to use this time to cultivate the high-grade martial art, the Mystic Ice Body, which he had obtained from Wu Heihu's cultivation chamber.

Ye Yun's goal was to reach the beginner stage in the Mystic Ice Body before he set out to carry