Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Seeing this, Xue Wushang's cold eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness. He said no more, but his posture seemed to straighten a little, making him look even more lonely and noble.

In the square below, Fu Zhou's voice resounded throughout the venue once again, with a solemn and penetrating power:

"The third stage is ascending the Heavenly Ladder. This ladder has ten thousand steps, starting from the mountain gate and leading directly to the 'Jie Yin Hall' of our Xuan Tian Sect. Above this ladder, all magical weapons and spiritual power are forbidden! Only with determination, perseverance, and a sincere devotion to the Great Dao can one ascend!

"It will begin in one stick of incense! Those who reach the summit can choose their own master and make three requests to the sect that conform to the sect's rules and moral principles! Now, everyone, prepare!"

As soon as the words fell, the huge square was instantly shrouded in a solemn and heated atmosphere.

A ladder with 10,000 steps winds its way upwards into the clouds. The stone steps are ancient and mottled, exuding a sense of heaviness that comes with the passage of time.

Invisible pressure seemed to be spreading down from the endless stairs.

Yin Nanxiang stood at the front of the crowd, his cold eyes fixed on the first stone step.

She took a deep breath, and the power of ice and thunder in her dantian instinctively wanted to circulate to protect her body.

However, just as she raised her left foot and was about to step onto the cold stone surface—

hum!

An irresistible and overwhelming suction force suddenly erupted from the stone steps.

It was like a bottomless whirlpool that instantly sucked away all the ice and thunder spiritual power surging in her body.

The Dantian suddenly became empty, and the power flowing in the meridians disappeared without a trace.

A strong feeling of weakness swept over my body like a tide, and a heaviness spread from my feet, as if I was dragging a heavy burden with every step.

This sudden feeling of deprivation made Yin Nanxiang, who was used to holding power, sway slightly, and his face turned pale in an instant.

She immediately steadied herself, clenched her teeth, and a flash of astonishment passed through her eyes, which was then replaced by a deeper fierceness.

So that's it! Stripped of all support, only the mortal body remains!

She adjusted her breathing and no longer tried to mobilize any spiritual power. She relied purely on the strength of her bones, flesh and blood to step firmly on the first stone step.

Boom!

A dull sound.

What felt under my feet was no longer the hardness of stone, but a sticky feeling as if I was stuck in a quagmire. An invisible resistance was pressing in from all directions.

Sweat immediately seeped out from her smooth forehead.

Not far behind her, Qiao Wan also stepped onto the first stone step.

Her body sank suddenly, her thin frame swayed, and she almost fell.

That pretty face turned red instantly, and veins on the forehead bulged slightly.

But she bit her lips tightly, the fire in her eyes burned even brighter, she used all her strength to steady her body, and then took the second step.

Her steps were slow and heavy, and every time she lifted her legs it seemed extremely difficult. Sweat quickly soaked her thin coarse clothes, but she did not stop.

Inside the Cloud Viewing Hall at the top of the peak, the water mirror clearly reflects the scene on the ladder to heaven.

Most people's eyes were focused on the figures in the front.

"Good! Cen Xi, that girl, is very agile and has a strong will. For her wind spirit body, the resistance of these first three thousand steps is still bearable, and her speed is not slow!"

Feng Yang, the head of Lingfeng Peak, praised.

"Shangguan Yuanhao is not bad either! He has a fiery temperament, but his steps are steady and powerful, and he steadily rises despite the pressure!"

Shi Jin, the head of Yanrong Peak, spoke in a loud voice.

Yu Wanqiu, the head of Yuyin Peak, was more concerned about Yin Nanxiang:

"That child with the dual spiritual roots of ice and thunder... adapted very quickly. After the spiritual power was stripped away, she stabilized instantly, relying purely on her physical will to fight back. This kind of mentality is rare."

She looked at Yin Nanxiang's straight back in the water mirror and his extremely steady posture with each step, and her eyes showed even stronger admiration.

The other peak masters also nodded in agreement, obviously they were very optimistic about these top-notch talented young people.

"Ah……"

An extremely light yawn, with a hint of boredom, sounded from the side of the hall.

Jiang Ruochen changed to a more lazy posture, half leaning on a lounge chair covered with soft fur, his slender fingers slowly peeling an ice crystal grape that was full of spiritual energy.

He put the crystal flesh into his mouth, squinting his eyes slightly in satisfaction, and glanced at the figures struggling to climb on the water mirror, especially Cen Xi, Shangguan Yuanhao, and Yin Nanxiang who were the focus of everyone's attention.

The corners of his lips curled up in a very faint and subtle arc, as if he had seen some boring but expected performance.

"This year's crop... looks lively,"

He swallowed the grapes and wiped away the water stains with his fingertips. His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone in the hall, with a cold and indifferent comment.

"What a pity, the bones...are still a little soft. This ladder to heaven is too uneven and boring."

He paused, picked up another cake, and his eyes fell on an almost ignored, extremely slow-moving dot on the edge of the water mirror - that was Qiao Wan, who had five spiritual roots, struggling at level 600, his body shaky, but still gritting his teeth and moving.

Jiang Ruochen's eyes were still lazy, but there seemed to be a subtle and elusive light in the depths.

"Nothing."

He changed the subject, his tone a little playful.

"But that one... well, the one with the worst talent is a bit interesting. Like a blade of grass that's been trampled into the mud, it's still trying to push itself upwards. Unfortunately, grass is still grass after all. Even if it pushes through the sky, it's still grass."

He scoffed softly and put the pastry into his mouth, as if he was savoring a story that was doomed to be futile.

The other peak masters in the hall had different expressions when they heard this.

Xue Wushang frowned even more tightly, glanced at Jiang Ruochen coldly, and finally said nothing more.

Sect Master Xuanxiao shook his head helplessly, having long been aware of his junior fellow disciple's temper.

On the ladder to heaven, Yin Nanxiang was completely oblivious to the discussions outside.

Her world was filled with seemingly endless stone steps.

Three thousand levels, like crossing an invisible boundary.

The previous heavy and sticky feeling suddenly changed!

A biting cold wind whistled down from above without any warning!

This wind was no ordinary mountain wind. It brought with it a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, like countless icy needles, piercing through clothes, piercing the skin, flesh, and even the bone marrow.

What’s even more terrifying is that the wind is mixed with countless tiny, sharp ice crystal fragments, which hit the face and hands, instantly cutting tiny blood wounds and causing needle-like pain.

"Uh……"

Yin Nanxiang groaned, his body shaken violently by the sudden extremely cold wind.

Her exposed skin instantly lost its color and turned pale, and white frost quickly formed on her eyebrows and eyelashes.

The biting cold penetrated into her body madly, trying to freeze her blood and will.

The ice spirit in her body wanted to resist and absorb the cold air, but the rules of the ladder suppressed all fluctuations of spiritual power.

She clenched her teeth so hard that her gums almost bled.

Can't stop!

If you stop, you will be blown into the abyss by this cold wind!

She suddenly lowered her center of gravity, her legs nailed to the stone steps as if they were rooted. Facing the icy wind that cut her face painfully, she used all her strength to move forward step by step against the wind.

Every step left a footprint with a faint trace of blood on the cold stone steps.

As soon as the sweat seeps out of the pores, it is frozen into tiny ice particles.

Six thousand level.

The cold wind still raged, but a more terrible test was about to come.

The stone steps under my feet were no longer cold, but suddenly became hot!

It's like stepping on a red-hot iron!

Every time I stepped on the ground, the soles of my shoes made a slight "hissing" sound, and a burning pain rushed straight to my head.

What's even more strange is that the air is filled with fog as thick as ink, which not only blocks the vision but also erodes the mind.

Countless chaotic whispers began to echo in her ears: the worried sighs of her parents, the expectant gazes of her clansmen, voices mocking Qiao Wan, and even the demonic sound woven from her innermost being, a near-obsessive desire and anxiety for the supreme path, for the pinnacle of power...

"Give up...it's too painful..."

"You are strong enough, why are you so hard on yourself?"

"So what if I reach the top? The road is ruthless..."