Mu Xue's face flushed scarlet in an instant.
Not from shyness. It had turned red with sheer anger.
Wh-what kind of filthy comparison was that?! In broad daylight, with everyone watching, how could he say something like that?!
The watching disciples wore equally spectacular expressions.
The female disciples blushed like ripe peaches, their eyes wandering as they stole sidelong glances at Si Chen's slender fingers.
Several male disciples gaped, their jaws nearly hitting the ground.
Li Tiezhu covered his face. "Master... you'd have been better off saying nothing..."
"Elder Si Chen!... Please. Conduct. Yourself!" Before she had finished speaking, Mu Xue drew her sword!
Clang!
The blade rang out clearly as it left its sheath. It was an ice-blue longsword, as though carved from frozen ice, named Pure Jade.
She did not want to hear any more strange remarks.
The temperature in the Martial Training Ground suddenly dropped.
The front-row disciples' breath turned straight into white mist. Ice crackled across the ground, rapidly spreading outward.
"So cold!"
"Senior Sister Mu Xue is getting serious!"
Several disciples with slightly lower cultivation instinctively backed away, hugging their arms and shivering.
Mu Xue possessed an ice heavenly spirit root, an aptitude found in only one in ten thousand even in the Cultivation World.
Her Sword Dao followed the path of extreme cold: beautiful, yet deadly.
"First sword, Cold River."
Mu Xue's voice was cold, just like the sword in her hand.
A streak of ice-blue Sword Qi flew from the blade toward Si Chen.
Its chill arrived before the Sword Qi itself, instantly coating the front-row disciples' eyebrows with white frost.
They could sense that if this strike hit them, they would not merely suffer the damage from its Sword Qi. That extreme chill would instantly freeze their spiritual energy as well.
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