Exposed: Wu Qingkong Was Actually Frost Sword's Descendant

Exposure, Wu Qingkong Is Actually a Descendant of the Frost Sword

Qian Qingxue flew very quickly.

In another day, the Heaven Dou Lake Matchmaking Fair would be held.

However, the complete lack of any news from Wu Qingkong caused a trace of panic to well up in her heart.

She only wanted to rush to Wu Qingkong's home as quickly as possible just to catch a glimpse of him.

Having known each other for so many years, this was the first time she would appear before Wu Qingkong in her female form.

At this moment,

Qian Qingxue could not help but feel somewhat nervous inside.

When I really meet Qingkong then, what should I say?!

Hello, I am Qian Qinghe's elder sister.

No, that's too cliché.

Should I just tell him my true identity...

But... won't this scare him?!

Will he... blame me for hiding it from him for over ten years?

Yet, recalling her past daily interactions with Wu Qingkong,

Qian Qingxue could not help but shake her head.

For the sake of Qian Qinghe, he shouldn't...

He cares about me, his brother, the most after all...

Thinking of this, a gentle smile appeared at the corners of Qian Qingxue's mouth.

Wu Qingkong's home was right before her eyes.

What made her even more overjoyed was that she discovered warm light shining from Wu Qingkong's room.

This is...

Qingkong is back?!

I knew it, Qingkong wouldn't lie to me...

He will definitely return.

The evening wind blew against her face, and the temperature plummeted by several degrees.

Yet Qian Qingxue did not feel cold; due to excessive excitement, she even felt a trace of warmth.

Inside the house,

Wu Qingkong had just put away Qian Daoliu's letter.

He was currently toying with the ring that Qian Daoliu had returned.

"Since Qian Daoliu doesn't want it, I'll just keep this ring myself!"

"I'll give it to Sister Xiao He later, and present it to her along with the Lovesick Heartbroken Red."

"Seeing so many gifts, she will definitely be very happy, right?"

Wu Qingkong held the ring aloft.

Under the illumination of the lamplight, this pitch-black ring was flashing with a dazzling light.

However, before he could continue staring at it,

a bloody-red light suddenly flashed across Wu Qingkong's chest, appearing right at the wound he had previously sliced open with the Heavenfrost Sword.

At this moment, although the wound had already healed, a trace of blood-red light had been lingering within it.

This was not because of the injury itself...

It was Shura Divine Power...

Wu Qingkong also knew that his body was not very healthy when he was young, and he had heard his grandfather speak of it...

When his grandfather failed his final divine examination, he had passed a portion of Shura Divine Power over to him; therefore, a portion of Shura Divine Power had always remained dormant within his body...

Yet it had never been awakened.

Could it be that when I previously slashed at myself with the Heavenfrost Sword, the sword Qi triggered resonance with the Shura Divine Power?

Back in the day, when Wu Changming was infusing Shura Divine Power into him to protect the young Wu Qingkong, he had naturally used his lifetime's cultivation to safeguard Wu Qingkong's meridians.

This share of Shura Divine Power originated from Wu Changming.

And since Wu Qingkong was Wu Changming's own grandson, his soul power was naturally of the same origin.

The two sword Qi of the same origin merged within his body, stirring the Shura Divine Power that had been dormant inside him.

Inside his body, Shura Divine Power surged...

A sense of discomfort welled up in Wu Qingkong's chest.

Yet compared to the physical discomfort, Wu Qingkong's heart felt even more empty and desolate.

The last time he returned after rejecting the marriage,

Qian Qinghe was still waiting for him inside the room.

Yet upon returning this time, the entire house was pitch black...

Thinking of this, Wu Qingkong smiled helplessly.

"Xiao He, you really are heartless not to even wait for me to come home..."

"And here I even brought you a Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum."

"Once you eat it, your body won't be as soft as it is now."

"By then, you'll be able to act like a real man."

Recalling the soft body of his brother, Wu Qingkong was filled with nostalgia.

"It really is so soft, just like a girl's."

"What a pity I didn't get to hug him this time."

Soon, however, Wu Qingkong immediately shook his head.

What on earth am I thinking?

How can I crave my own brother? Snap out of it!

Just as Wu Qingkong was lamenting, Qian Qingxue had already arrived by the window.

The soft lamplight shone upon her.

Watching the one she loved appear before her eyes, a smile bloomed at the corners of Qian Qingxue's mouth.

However, she quickly discovered that something was amiss.

Wu Qingkong was taking off his outer garments, then channeling soul power into his chest to alleviate the discomfort brought by the surging Shura Divine Power within his body.

Standing by the window at this moment, Qian Qingxue looked at the disheveled Wu Qingkong, and her pretty face could not help but be stained with a trace of a blush...

Yet very soon, Wu Qingkong's words drew her attention.

"This Shura Divine Power truly is overbearing!"

"When I have time later, I really must make a trip to the City of Slaughter to obtain the Shura Divine Sword and balance the Shura Divine Power within my body..."

Channeling his soul power, Wu Qingkong's complexion looked much better, but recalling the pain from earlier, he could not help but sigh with emotion:

"Grandfather, you were truly amazing back then to be able to wield such a powerful force."

"A mere shred of residual divine power made me suffer this much; I can only imagine how powerful you must have been when you inherited the Shura God Test back then!"

Standing at the doorway and hearing these words, Qian Qingxue froze entirely.

Grandfather?!

How could Wu Qingkong's grandfather have inherited the Shura Godhood?!

Over the past ten years, Wu Changming had always been a benevolent elder in her impression, never displaying even the slightest trace of soul power.

Why could Grandfather Wu wield Shura Divine Power?!

Was not the inheritor of the Shura God none other than the once-world-renowned Senior Frost Sword?

At this moment, Qian Qingxue was filled with doubt.

She wanted to rush inside and demand an explanation.

On the table, an archaic-looking ring caught her attention.

Is this not the one I gave to Qingkong? Didn't she take it to break off the engagement?

Why has it appeared here?

At that instant, a flash of lightning suddenly crossed her mind.

It seemed she had thought of something, and a flood of memories surfaced within her mind accordingly...

"Xue'er, the descendant of the Frost Sword is actually here to call off the engagement..."

"Would you like to go and see them?!"

"I never expected the descendant of the Frost Sword to be this kind of person..."

"I'm going to find him and reason this out..."

"Your Holiness, Emperor Xue Ye has suddenly woken up..."

"I won't be able to keep up the charade much longer."

"Hurry back..."

Qian Qingxue thought of an extremely terrifying possibility.

With trembling hands, she reached into her bosom and pulled out a communication token...

Carved upon the token was the golden pattern of a six-winged angel.

"Grandfather, you saw the descendant of Frost Sword that day, didn't you?!"

"Can you..."

"Tell me what the descendant of Frost Sword looks like?"

Qian Daoliu was currently in the Offering Hall, listening to the reports of Demon Subduer and Qian Jun.

Upon hearing Qian Renxue's words, the man himself fell into confusion.

"Xue'er, why are you suddenly asking about the descendant of Frost Sword?!"

"Doesn't she always feel lukewarm toward Wu Qingkong?"

After all, she was his granddaughter; though Qian Daoliu felt some curiosity, in the end he did not hide it.

"Xue'er, actually the descendant of Frost Sword has a particularly outstanding appearance, with ice-blue long hair, sword-like brows and starry eyes, and a hint of a smile always hanging at the corners of his mouth. He looks like a very gentle, very good person..."

The more Qian Qingxue listened, the colder she felt her body become...

She asked tremblingly:

"Grandfather, is his surname Wu..."

"Xue'er, you... how did you know?!"

"Did you meet him?"

"The descendant of Frost Sword is indeed named Wu Qingkong, and he lives in the outskirts of Heaven Dou..."

At this moment, Qian Qingxue felt as though she had been struck by a bolt from the blue.

The whole person stood frozen in place.

Her small hand instinctively covered her mouth, and a thin mist rose in her eyes...

"I... I actually broke off my engagement with Wu Qingkong..."

"This... This isn't real."

The amber light shone upon her body, and the originally warm colors appeared somewhat despairing against the foil of the dark night...