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

Alternating between hot and cold, the torment of ice and fire, the mind is disturbed!

The triple pressure was like an invisible mill, madly crushing Yin Nanxiang's will and body.

Her steps became extremely heavy, and every time she lifted her legs it seemed as if her muscles were about to tear.

The body was repeatedly tormented between extreme cold and scorching heat, the skin turned an abnormal bluish-purple color, and was covered with red marks from burns.

His lips had long been cracked and bleeding, and were frozen into dark red scabs.

Consciousness was crumbling in the chaotic demonic sounds, like a candle in the wind.

She shook her head violently, trying to dispel the auditory hallucinations, but her eyes began to blur due to the severe pain and mental shock.

Can’t…can’t fall down!

Yin Nanxiang!

She roared silently at herself in her heart, and just when her consciousness was about to be dragged into the dark abyss, she used up all her remaining strength and bit the tip of her tongue hard!

"puff!"

A strong smell of blood instantly filled my mouth.

A fierce, sharp pain exploded in my head like a thunderclap! All the auditory hallucinations, all the hesitations, all the weaknesses, were forcibly torn apart and dispelled by this self-destructive pain!

Her scattered gaze suddenly focused, emitting a cold light colder than ice and more powerful than thunder! It was her own indestructible ferocity that was completely aroused after being on the verge of despair!

The seal she set for herself in her soul did not loosen at all. In the system space, the curly-haired white ball felt very distressed when he saw his master in this small world, but this was his master's path, and he was too useless, so he could only accompany him.

In the small world, Nan Xiang had only one thought: insist on reaching the summit!

She no longer looked up at the seemingly endless horizon, nor did she feel the scorching heat and biting cold wind beneath her feet.

There was only one movement left in her world: lift her leg, step down! Lift her leg again, step down again!

Mechanical, numb, yet with a determination to perish together with the enemy.

His body had long been on the verge of collapse, on the verge of falling apart, and was only supported by an unyielding will, like a dry bamboo that could break at any time in a storm.

In the Cloud Viewing Hall at the top of the mountain, the atmosphere in front of the water mirror was no longer as relaxed as before.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the ice-blue figure struggling forward amidst the icy wind, scorching stone steps, and the fog of inner demons.

"Level 8,000! She's still going up!"

There was a subtle hint of nervousness in the voice of Yu Wanqiu, the head of Yuyin Peak.

In the water mirror, Yin Nanxiang's figure was looming in the thick fog and strong wind. Every step he took was thrilling, as if he would fall down in the next second.

"This girl... is too hard on herself!"

Feng Yang, the head of Lingfeng Peak, clicked his tongue as he looked at the marks on Yin Nanxiang's body that were cut by ice crystals and burned by stone steps.

"That bite on the tip of the tongue... really bold!"

"He possesses dual spiritual roots of ice and thunder, yet his will is as strong as iron... This boy's determination in the Dao is truly rare!"

Shi Jin sighed sincerely.

Even Master Xuanxiao, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, stared deeply at the indomitable figure in the water mirror, and nodded slowly.

Only Jiang Ruochen, who was standing beside the hall, was still lazily leaning on a recliner covered with thick snow-white fur.

His slender fingers were holding a spiritual fruit that was completely green and full of spiritual energy, and he was bringing it to his lips.

The flesh is sweet and juicy.

His gaze also fell on the water mirror, looking at the figure of Yin Nanxiang, who was covered in blood, shaky but still moving upwards with every step leaving a blood mark.

Those eyes, as deep as a cold pond, reflected the glimmer of the water mirror and the stubborn ice blue.

There was no obvious emotion, no admiration, only a calmness that was almost scrutinizing, as if he was watching a silent play that had nothing to do with him.

When Yin Nanxiang finally broke through the thick fog with difficulty and stepped onto the 9,000th stone step, a low gasp was heard in the hall.

Nine thousand levels!

This is a truly desolate place.

The terrifying gale was like a real ice knife, emitting a sharp scream and cutting everything madly.

The stone steps under my feet are covered with thick, unmelted black ice. They are as smooth as a mirror and bitingly cold, a hundred times colder than the ice below!

The air was frozen solid, and every breath contained ice chips, burning the lungs.

What was even more terrifying was that an invisible chill that was strong enough to freeze the soul, like invisible shackles, wrapped around from all directions, frantically eroding Yin Nanxiang's remaining will and vitality.

This chill does not come from the outside world, but from the exhaustion of one's own potential and the ruthless extraction of the source of life by the rules of the Ladder to Heaven!

Yin Nanxiang's body finally reached its limit.

Her movements were completely frozen, like a sculpture frozen in ice, with her legs raised as if about to climb up, frozen on the 9,000th step of the black ice staircase.

Frost covered her body at a speed visible to the naked eye, rapidly spreading from the soles of her boots upwards, climbing up her calves, waist, abdomen, and chest...

The ice layer grew thicker and thicker, gleaming with a dead blue light.

Her hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes were all frosted white.

The skin had completely lost its color, taking on a lifeless bluish-gray color.

The biting cold devoured all senses, the blood seemed to stop flowing, and the heartbeat was so weak that it almost disappeared.

The sense of desolation that penetrated her bones was like a call from the abyss, tempting her to give up resistance and sink into eternal sleep.

Only those eyes!

Under the eyelashes covered with thick frost, deep in the pupils, a faint but refusing to extinguish cold star is still flickering stubbornly!

That was the last bastion of will, the stubborn and unyielding will deep in her soul.

There was dead silence in the Guanyun Hall at the top of the peak.

The water mirror clearly reflected the body that was almost completely frozen, as well as the eyes that were staring open beneath the ice, burning with the last bit of unwillingness.

All the peak masters held their breath, even Master Xuanxiao leaned forward slightly with a frown on his face.

"Nine thousandth level... Mysterious Ice Extinction Stage..."

Yu Wanqiu's voice was filled with a subtle tremor and regret.

"For thousands of years, only a few have been able to step onto this level, and only a handful can surpass it. This girl... it's a pity, she was still one step short."

She looked at the thickening ice, her eyes filled with regret.

This is by no means a lack of qualifications, but a tragic collapse of will and physical strength under the limits of the rules.

If the curly-haired white dumpling Chunjuan knew Yu Wanqiu's thoughts, he would definitely refute them loudly. His master's willpower and physical fitness were excellent, but... they could not be displayed in the small world.

"Broken in utter silence, all hope for life is extinguished... Alas, what a waste of such a good seedling."

Feng Yang, the head of Lingfeng Peak, also sighed heavily.

"The limit has been reached. Human power will eventually be exhausted."

Shi Jin, the head of Yanrong Peak, shook his head, his voice loud but filled with regret.

An atmosphere of heaviness and regret permeated the hall.

That frozen body seemed to foreshadow the fall of a genius.

In this heavy silence, the lazy and indifferent voice from the side of the hall sounded slowly again, like a stone thrown into stagnant water.

Jiang Ruochen had poured himself another cup of tea at some point, the curling hot steam enveloping his handsome yet distant profile.

He picked up the teacup and gently blew away the foam. His gaze remained fixed on the ice sculpture on the water mirror. His tone was as calm as if he were discussing the weather.

"Look, what did I say?"

He took a sip of tea and made an almost inaudible sound.

"Having high aspirations is a good thing, but unfortunately... your bones are still not strong enough. This 'Nirvana Intention' of the Mysterious Ice Stage preys on those with weak wills and those at the end of their strength. To persevere to this point, to exhaust yourself, to exhaust your energy, to end up like an ice sculpture, what's the point?"

He put down his teacup and tapped his fingertips lightly on the smooth rosewood table, as if to add a final footnote to this "boring" ending. There was a subtle, indescribable sigh in his voice:

"After all... it's just a breath away."

The voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly in the silent hall, like a cold mockery, piercing the ears of every person who was mourning.

Xue Wushang turned his head suddenly, and his cold eyes pierced Jiang Ruochen like ice cones, with an undisguised chill.

The other peak masters also frowned, looking at Jiang Ruochen with eyes full of disapproval and even faint anger.

Master Xuanxiao's face darkened even more, and he was about to scold his sixth junior brother for his harsh words.

however--

The moment Jiang Ruochen finished speaking!

In the water mirror, something strange happened suddenly!

The "ice sculpture" covered with thick black ice, frozen in death, the faint cold star in the depths of the eyes sealed by frost, suddenly burst out with an unprecedented, almost crazy sharp light!

That was not the light of despair, but the fierceness of being forced into a desperate situation and wanting to perish together with the enemy!

In fact, to be precise, it is a trace of original power derived from the origin of Nanxiang.

In her previous life, she died at this level because of the special reason of her doomed body. When she thought of this, Nan Xiang was speechless. If it weren't for this broken physique, she wouldn't even be able to pass the Xuantian Sect's founding assessment. It was really embarrassing.

Click!

An extremely slight yet extremely clear shattering sound penetrated the silence of Guanyun Hall and exploded in everyone's ears like thunder!

The thick layer of ice covering Yin Nanxiang's eyelids was instantly covered with spider-web-like cracks! Then—

"boom--!!!"

A force so violent that it seemed to burn out the source of life suddenly erupted from the inside of the frozen body!

That is not spiritual power, but a torrent of will that is pure to the extreme and burns the soul!

The thick black ice covering his entire body, under the impact of this resolute will, crumbled and exploded like fragile glass!

Countless ice crystal fragments shot out in all directions with sharp whistles, like thousands of sharp blades!

In the cold fog filled with ice crystal fragments, a figure suddenly broke free from all restraints.

Yin Nanxiang was covered in blood. Those were the wounds caused by the broken ice blade when he forced his way through the ice, and the blood beads that seeped out from the capillaries that burst due to his excessive burning will.

The green tights she was wearing had long been soaked with blood and ice water, and was in tatters.

The exposed skin was covered with marks of frostbite, burns, and cuts, with purple and blood-red mixed together, which was shocking to the eye.

Her body was shaking violently, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

But her spine was straight.

Like a javelin stained with blood.

Her head was held high, and her eyes on her face, which was covered in blood and ice, were as bright as the ghost fire burning in the underworld, cold, crazy, and desperate!

She didn't even look at the last stone step that seemed out of reach.

Her gaze, piercing the diffuse blood mist and the lingering ice dust, piercing the distance of space, with a determination that burned the soul and a madness that bordered on paranoia, was fixed firmly and firmly on—

The direction of the water mirror in Guanyun Hall!

To be more precise, it was nailed to the lazy figure beside the temple reflected in the water mirror!

Chunjuan in the system space has already realized that his master will not climb the ladder again. Perhaps he subconsciously feels that this is not a "cost-effective deal". Besides, the one who can successfully reach the top of level 10,000 must be the heroine of the world. Even if it is the most useless five spiritual roots, this small world still prefers the hero and heroine of its own world more.

Nan Xiang subconsciously didn't want to climb the ladder anymore. If she had this free time, she might as well become a disciple as soon as possible and practice to achieve the highest level!

Therefore, these peak masters don’t know Nan Xiang’s thoughts yet. If they knew, they would be extremely upset.

But everyone in Guanyun Hall already understood that Nan Xiang had long been aware of their presence.

Feng Yang has always been a follower of his heart. When he saw Nan Xiang's resolute and paranoid look in the water mirror, he shuddered in his heart. He looked at the man in the silver-purple robe who looked very uncomfortable, and suddenly a feeling similar to gloating arose in his heart.

So he used his spiritual power to directly communicate with Nanxiang and Guanyun Hall on the ladder to heaven, which is similar to the video call in modern society.

As soon as he activated the authority, Nan Xiang noticed it immediately. She pointed at Jiang Ruochen, her expression unchanged, and said word by word with great determination and pride:

"I only want you to be my Master!"

Except for Jiang Ruochen, everyone else was shocked when they heard this, especially Feng Yang, who had just started the connection and fell before he could even sit down.

Feng Yang's expression remained unchanged. He stroked his beard and sat down as if nothing had happened, with a smile on his face, but the smile looked forced.

He glanced around and found that except for two perverts, the rest of the people were as out of control as he was, and he felt a little relieved.

However, they still turned their gazes to their sixth junior brother with great interest.

When Jiang Ruochen heard Nan Xiang's words, he paused holding the cup, and looked at Nan Xiang with a faint gaze. His cold phoenix eyes met those stubborn, tough, proud and ambitious eyes, and he smiled softly. He lazily put down the cup in his hand, changed his posture and leaned back on his chaise longue, and said casually:

"Yes, as long as you can endure my rules, you will be my only direct disciple."

After Feng Yang had the authority to build and open the hall, Nan Xiang also saw everyone in Guanyun Hall. Of course, her eyes fell directly on the man in the center of the hall, who was wearing a silver-purple cloud-patterned wide-sleeved robe. He seemed unrestrained, cold and distant, but she could feel the strong and deep gaze when she climbed the stairs just now. It was this man, her future master, she was sure of him.

Nan Xiang stared straight at Jiang Ruochen, without any distracting thoughts or desires, and just smiled:

"Of course it's no problem. You are destined to be my...Master."