"Accident, an accident."
A'Xuan’s lips couldn’t help but curve into a faint smile; he could well imagine how furious Miss Lei must be right now.
You must know, keeping the ice to hold down the heavenly thunder was truly exhausting. He swore that no one else could have done it.
After Murong Yun had been driven nearly senseless with rage, she too noticed that the thunder pillar was frozen, and the pain in her body was greatly reduced.
It was a pity her hand was frozen; otherwise she could have reached the staff and absorbed all those hateful bolts of thunder.
Murong Yun took another deep breath, suppressing her irritation, and urged again: "Why haven’t you freed me yet? Stop dawdling like a woman!"
"No problem, I will undo it at once."
A'xuan suppressed the laughter in his voice, afraid of provoking Miss Lei further. He strode forward, wrist flicking slightly, preparing to carefully retract that portion of spiritual energy.
But someone moved faster—when the other acted, A'xuan realized that behind the half‑frozen thunder pillar there was actually another person.
And all along, he never noticed the other’s presence…
Amid A'xuan’s shock, something even more alarming was still happening.
That person stepped forward slowly, revealing his true face: a snow‑robed youth who looked younger than him. Behind the youth surged an immense white aura—no, not white aura, but fire‑type spiritual energy… an extraordinary flame!
An extraordinary flame—apart from… could such a thing still exist in this world?
Because the shock of the exotic flame was far greater than before, he fixed his gaze upon the other. The other too sensed his presence, but only gave him a faint glance.
Then, the person gracefully crouched down, and his fair hand, carrying fire‑element spiritual energy, gently covered that hand which, though frozen, was still stained with blood.
With a faint sound, A'xuan sensed that the portion of his ice spiritual energy on Murong Yun’s hand was swallowed by fire and disappeared.
So strong… this person’s power is absolutely above his own.
In contrast to A'xuan’s vigilance and caution, Murong Yun only felt a warmth upon her hand—a stream of heat flowing from her frozen fingertips, tinged with a vague familiarity.
She tentatively moved her finger and discovered that her hand had already reconnected to her brain.
Fortunately, it seems she doesn’t have to become a one‑armed beauty.
"Hand over this lady’s staff."
Because of A'xuan’s ice spiritual energy, not only was the lower half of the thunder pillar frozen, but Murong Yun was also encircled within it.
Now Murong Yun could only faintly glimpse, through the melted part of her arm, a figure outside the ice—and instinctively thought it was A'xuan.
Sure enough, after her words fell, she felt another hand upon the back of her once‑frozen hand—a hand slightly larger than hers, which paused.
This must be A'xuan. The other’s hand was warm—so even someone who bears ice spiritual energy has a normal body temperature?
Murong Yun also admired herself, that at such a moment she still had the leisure to think of these miscellaneous matters.
She felt the hand loosen, the warmth vanish. Murong Yun guessed the other had gone to fetch her staff. Within a few breaths, her fingers touched it again—the staff’s incomparably familiar, dream‑like sensation.
At that moment, Murong Yun’s eyes brimmed with warmth—her cherished staff, after all its trials, had finally come back to her.
"Thanks. Quickly remove your ice—these thunderbolts I’ll deal with myself."
Gripping her staff, Murong Yun, though pressed by ice and thunder, regained the confidence she once had.
She could feel the bone staff in her hand faintly throbbing—that was the sound of its own spiritual array and aura stirring.
Because she was inside the thunder pillar, it was only A'xuan’s ice spiritual energy that temporarily cut off the thunder, so the staff did not immediately activate.
Once the ice spiritual energy is withdrawn, the staff will release its nature and consume the massive thunder pillar entirely.
Axuan heard Murong Yun’s voice but did not reply. He looked toward the one still crouching on the ground—it was he who had just pulled out the spirit staff and handed it over, the Thunder Maiden.
Yet the Thunder Maiden was wholly unaware that the A'xuan she spoke of was not the one who had handed her the spirit staff.
Who is this person? From his actions, he seems to have no malice.
For a moment, A'xuan did not make any rash move, until Murong Yun inside gloomily urged him again.
This time, the youth on the ground reacted. He raised his head to look at A'xuan clad in his green robe, his eyes carrying urgency.
A'xuan… he felt that these two were actually on the same side.
Li Su did not understand what the man before him was waiting for. Judging by Murong Yun’s manner, she was clearly very familiar with the masked man named A'xuan.
Thinking of this, he felt inexplicably irritable, gave A'xuan a cold glance, and then stood up.
A'xuan withdrew his gaze from the snow‑robed youth, extended his palm to recall his spiritual energy. The frost on the thunder pillar melted away, and the ice‑blue aura wound its way back to him.
The thunder began to move again, but it no longer carried its former force, even from the joining clouds it gradually weakened.
The thunder was waning, yet Murong Yun’s arrogance flared—right as the icy aura receded.
The staff in Murong Yun’s hand flared with violet light, a complex purple array forming at its tip, which began to devour the massive thunder pillar inch by inch from above.
"That’s just like you, Staff. Once we’re back, I’ll buy you the best care oil."
Murong Yun saw how powerful the bone staff was. In her sea of consciousness, the link to the Heavenly Dao vanished completely. She knew this meant the Dao had realized it could not destroy her—it had already ceased its work.
Of course, she preferred to call it running off with its tail tucked.
As the staff pressed on with full force, unleashing divine might, the thunder pillar that had long oppressed Murong Yun and nearly taken her life was completely devoured.
In the end, it became just a few strands of fine lightning at the tip of the bone staff.
As the pillar of lightning faded, Murong Yun’s silhouette came into view.
Thus, on the snowy plain lay a pit, and at its bottom three people, all with dumbfounded faces...
Murong Yun, propping herself up with the staff, had barely climbed halfway when she realized in shock that the one who had handed her the bone staff earlier was not A'xuan, but a stranger—a snow‑robed youth.
Li Su and A'xuan were stunned because Murong Yun’s appearance at that moment was: messy silver hair, ears a little longer and sharper than normal, and green eyes.
🐇♡🐇♡🐇♡🐇
Deep within the heavens, a celestial clerk examined the latest report.
Tribulation result: FAILED.
Thunder pillar: Consumed.
Target: Alive.
Additional complications: One ice cultivator, one mysterious fire cultivator, and a bone staff demanding premium maintenance products.
The clerk sighed.
"Should we send another tribulation?"
The supervisor stared at the report for a long time.
Then he stamped it.
POSTPONED INDEFINITELY.
"Why?"
The supervisor shut the folder.
"Because I am not getting paid enough to fight a woman whose staff has a skincare routine."
And somewhere on the snowy plain, Murong Yun sneezed.
She narrowed her eyes at the sky.
"Still watching me, are you?"
Her bone staff glowed.
Murong Yun patted it affectionately.
"Don't worry, darling. We'll buy the expensive oil."
The Heavenly Dao has left the chat.
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