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"Give me death," Scholar Xiu said.
Everyone fell silent, initially confused about the meaning behind his actions before death.
But now he understood. He wanted to present himself as neatly as possible, to give death a purpose, to die with dignity.
This was the choice that Scholar Xiu ultimately made.
Song Baliang watched the back of this young man named Scholar Xiu, his gaze filled with admiration. At the same time, he felt even more respect for the people his junior brother had befriended.
One can fear death and have the right to live, but one must not be a coward.
In his final moment, Scholar Xiu chose to die with dignity, proving before everyone that he was not a coward; he had his own sense of honor.
He feared death and pain. Unlike his friends, he was not a genius, but in this matter, he finally felt equal.
The Central Sovereign had given him a chance at life, yet he chose death. He won dignity while the Central Sovereign lost face.
"Kill him!" The Central Sovereign roared in anger, wishing he could tear this scholar apart. However, he did not want to escalate the situation further. A few lackeys from Xuanfo Temple had caused him to lose face; he mobilized his forces to prevent the presence behind Zhao Yang from appearing.
It seemed this young man was not as formidable as imagined.
Under the command of the Central Sovereign, the battle general raised his sword and swung it down to kill the young man named Scholar Xiu.
Suddenly, everyone felt as if they had plunged into an ice cavern. The general's sword became covered in frost, the ice spreading over him and instantly freezing his blood vessels.
With a sound like a plucked string,
the powerful Nascent Soul Stage general's body shattered into pieces, including his Primordial Spirit, which turned into ice and could not explode.
A snow-white and dignified fairy descended from the heavens, as heavy snowflakes began to fall from the sky. She floated down gently, creating a picturesque scene in the eyes of many.
Even the Central Sovereign was momentarily entranced; despite the countless beauties in his palace, none could rival her smile that could topple cities.
One of the Ten Divine Generals attempted to step forward to slay this Ice Snow Fairy who had descended from above, but the Central Sovereign stopped him.
Yu Qingsnow wore a gown of pure white, embodying the essence of a fairy amidst the snow. Facing the overwhelming combat power of the Central State Royal Family, she knew she stood no chance, yet she descended anyway, just to see that one man who had once caused her heartache—a boy with a bright smile and clear eyes.
But now, that boy had closed his eyes.
She recalled the first time she met him. Zhao Yang single-handedly challenged the nine Grand Offerings of the Myriad Spirit Sect and emerged victorious. No matter how talented or gifted they were, they were nothing before him. His servant, Aman, had even been beaten to the point of vomiting blood by him. In an attempt to teach him a lesson, she never expected to end up being kissed by him instead.
That was the first time someone had dared to kiss her in her life.
She had always been as cold as snow. Her Spiritual Root was an extraordinary variant derived from celestial phenomena—a snow-type Spiritual Root. She possessed all abilities related to ice and was even more powerful than most.
She despised lecherous men because her father, King Yu of Yuwang City, was one such person. Her mother had died in bed due to her father's eventual illness, which fueled her hatred for King Yu and all similar men. During her time at the sect, there were some foolish individuals who dared to tease her; she would kill them with a single strike regardless of who they were.
The Sixth Elder of the Myriad Spirit Sect remarked that she had never encountered anyone with such exceptional talent. Although she couldn't match his prowess, she still imparted all her knowledge and experience to Yu Qingsnow.
Yu Qingsnow thought that perhaps aside from Aman and her master, no one would ever treat her so kindly again.
Until that boy named Zhao Yang appeared. His eyes were as clear as water, and during their great escape, he would glance at her intentionally or unintentionally. Eventually, when it was just the two of them left, he shared with her methods to conceal her cultivation and whereabouts and even divided his life-saving talisman in half for her.
She felt the strength emanating from his hand, afraid that she might slip away while he was cautious not to hold too tightly, fearing that it might hurt her.
Until he snatched away her King Yu's Zither, diverting the enemy's attention, no one knew how this young man suddenly came to possess a King Yu's Zither and returned it to her. Perhaps he had prepared for this situation in advance, or maybe he was also a zither master from Yuwang City who happened to buy a replica of the King Yu's Zither at the Art and Culture Pavilion on the street.
She parted ways with the young man, feeling heartbroken, unsure why her heart ached.
The young man told her to join the most powerful sect in the Cultivation world, assuring her that they would meet again.
She remembered his words, but before she could fly a hundred miles away, an enormous terrifying mushroom cloud surged from the distance, sweeping everything on the ground into dust. That place was precisely where the young man had been.
At that moment, she felt a pang of sadness and confusion because there was no one left in this world for her to care about.
Her master was dead, Aman was dead, and now this young man was dead too.
Then she realized she couldn't escape because the force of the explosion was too overwhelming; she didn't have the speed to flee.
With a calm expression, she recalled the young man's words about finding him at the strongest sect. She smiled faintly, not expecting that neither of them would survive. Then she closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, she saw her master—a stunningly beautiful and otherworldly woman—gazing intently at a man depicted in a mural. Her master showed no hesitation and even shared the story of this man with her.
"What is your name? I might consider taking you as my consort," came the cold voice of the Central Sovereign, authoritative and unyielding, determining life and death with a single glance.
Yu Qingsnow's beauty was like National Beauty and Heavenly Fragrance—noble as ice and snow—but it seemed she did not hear the Central Sovereign's words. Instead, she turned to look at the young man lying on the ground. She simply stared at him, tears welling up without a sound. She grasped his hand gently and placed it against her face, longing to relive a moment when she felt warmth from him.
The young man's hair was neatly trimmed, no longer long as it had been a year ago; he looked more spirited and handsome now. Suddenly, her aura turned icy as she disregarded the Central Sovereign behind her and said, "You are unworthy."
In all of human history, no one had ever dared to say such words before an emperor.
At least in Zhongzhou, it had never happened before. Every generation of the Central Sovereign was unmatched in combat power, handsome and dignified, possessing the greatest wealth in the world, and was the strongest man among geniuses. He set his sights on a woman, yet that woman openly declared before everyone that he was unworthy.
That stunningly beautiful woman would rather choose a dead youth than spare him a glance.
"Kill!" The cold voice of the Central Sovereign echoed.
However, the warrior who was ten steps away from Yu Qingsnow suddenly halted, as the ice beneath his feet numbed him, rendering him senseless. Frost slowly spread outward from a ten-step radius around the woman.
"It’s the ice of the Ultimate Attribute!" It was said that in Ancient Times of the cultivation world, there existed an extraordinary being with the Earth Attribute as their Ultimate Attribute. Anyone who reached the Ultimate Attribute was akin to a king among their attribute, possessing astonishing potential. Once they grew strong, their attacks were indefensible, capable of breaking through any defense and annihilating even golden bodies.
Yet, such an Ultimate Attribute appeared on a girl.
Many gasped in shock; this woman had come specifically for the deceased youth. What kind of charm did this boy possess to attract so many extraordinary talents?
However, one person's power could never compare to that of an entire dynasty.
For those at the Dao Fruit Stage and Royal Cultivators in the Great Ascension phase, while they could not withstand her power, they could still break through it.
Even if she were beautiful beyond compare, offending the Central Sovereign would only lead to death.
But then something terrifying happened. The woman sat upright beside the youth as if the world had lost its color. Moonlight illuminated his snowy robe as an ancient zither appeared before her. Many powerful beings cried out in shock: "It’s King Yu's Zither!"
Buzzing filled the air!
King Yu's Zither unleashed six resounding notes that shook heaven and earth. The surrounding Divine Transformation Stage and Nascent Soul Stage cultivators were instantly turned to ashes; their physical forms disintegrated. The Divine Transformation Stage's Divine Souls were obliterated, while those at the Nascent Soul Stage managed to escape their Primordial Spirits. However, they barely took a few steps before being annihilated by the zither's sound, resulting in a tremendous explosion.
A tremendous explosion echoed through the Central Imperial City, and on that day, countless people heard the violent roar.
Even the cultivators at the Dao Fruit Stage were deeply affected, forced to exert all their strength to resist. They could not comprehend how a mere woman at the Divine Transformation Stage could wield such power, even with the Supreme Dao Artifact, King Yu's Zither, in her hands!
A Divine General wielding a massive blade let out a cold snort as he soared through the air. His giant blade descended like a colossal wave, and to everyone’s eyes, this woman was undoubtedly doomed. This Divine General was a master at the Great Ascension Stage, his cultivation level thousands of times greater than that of a Divine Transformation Stage cultivator. Killing someone at the Divine Transformation Stage was as easy as crushing an ant!
However, Yu Qingsnow's gaze was resolute. She glanced at the sleeping boy beside her and gently pressed her finger on the seventh string of King Yu's Zither.
Suddenly, an unparalleled sound erupted in the heavens. Above the imperial city, countless clouds were shattered by the force, and the sky appeared even brighter and clearer.
The massive blade in the Divine General's hand was a renowned Supreme Dao Artifact, but under the pressure of King Yu's Zither's seventh string, it turned to dust. Everyone was thrown back by the shockwave—everyone—while the Divine General lay on a mountaintop, his hands shattered and bloodied, his face filled with terror; his cultivation had been rendered useless.
One person's strength could not compare to that of an entire dynasty, yet at that moment, Yu Qingsnow plucked the seventh string of King Yu's Zither, shaking everyone in this dynasty.
Amidst a flurry of snowflakes, Yu Qingsnow remained seated as before, like a beautiful and pure fairy that no one dared to defile. However, she no longer breathed; her body was cold and motionless.
Anyone who had heard tales of King Yu's Zither knew that its seventh string resonated with the sorrow of heaven and earth—where there is death, there is no life.
The First Generation Yuwang was said to be only at the Dao Fruit Stage in legends, which is the sixth realm in the cultivation world. Yet he once made a Tribulation Period cultivator suffer greatly and nearly lose his life simply because he wielded King Yu's Zither and struck its seventh string.
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