After being exiled for eighteen years, the prince returned to the capital as a veritable immortal.

The Ice and Snow Abbess looked sorrowful.

Originally, it was hoped that these thousand disciples who submitted to the imperial court would leave a legacy for the Snow Mountain Sect.

Unexpectedly, they were wiped out in batches.

She walked up to her disciple, clasped her hands together, and stood at the very front with her head bowed.

The three patriarchs were wiped out with a wave of their hands; any further resistance was futile.

But even in death, she wanted her disciples to feel it.

The master stood in front of them the whole time.

"Your Highness, no!"

A figure in light green, arms outstretched, stood in front of the Ice and Snow Abbess.

Lan Xinling said stubbornly, "They have already submitted to the imperial court, why kill them to silence them?"

"Do I really look like a bloodthirsty person?" Zhou Yi was speechless.

Doesn't it look like it?

With a wave of his hand, tens of thousands of Snow Mountain disciples perished on the spot.

She had only heard rumors that Empress Wu was bloodthirsty; but she had personally witnessed the actions of this grandson of the emperor.

Lan Xinling wanted to nod, but didn't dare.

The other person could crush her into powder with just two fingers.

Hu Die reached out and pulled her back to her side.

"Sect Leader of Ice and Snow, I've heard that the deepest abyss beneath the Snow Mountain contains ten-thousand-year-old ice."

Zhou Yi walked towards Abbess Bingxue and asked.

Master Bingxue was taken aback, not understanding why the other party asked this question.

She nodded and said, "Yes."

"I have heard that this ten-thousand-year-old ice is as clear as water and tastes sweet."

“Yes, it’s colder than ordinary ice,” Master Bingxue replied.

"The capital is in the sweltering heat, yet the common people have never tasted such fine ice. I feel sorry for them."

"Uh..." Master Bingxue was completely confused and didn't know how to respond.

Lan Xinling also felt confused.

She couldn't understand why the Imperial Grandson Si had been sharpening his knife just moments before.

At this moment, he suddenly became very interested and started to care about the people's health.

"The Snow Mountain Sect is harboring remnants of the Mahayana sect, and you people are not reporting this to the imperial court."

Zhou Yi's gaze swept towards the area behind Abbess Bingxue.

The disciples of the Snow Mountain immediately lowered their heads, a chill running down their spines.

It felt as if I were in an ancient ice cellar underground.

“You, as the sect leader, are leading the way in protecting and condoning this.” Zhou Yi’s gaze turned to Abbess Bingxue.

"This humble nun is guilty." Abbess Bingxue clasped her hands together and bowed.

Lan Xinling curled her nose and sneered inwardly.

After going through all that trouble, they still need to find an excuse to punish him.

The Grandson of the Emperor was no less bloodthirsty than Empress Wu.

"Just admit your guilt."

Zhou Yi laughed and said, "I am punishing you all by transporting ten-thousand-year-old ice to the capital so that the people may taste it. Do you have any objections?"

Master Bingxue and the thousand Snow Mountain disciples behind her looked on in astonishment.

What kind of punishment is this?

They were mentally prepared to be sent to the frontier to guard the border, or even to do hard labor.

Unexpectedly, the punishment for the Grandson of the Emperor was merely to transport ice to the imperial city.

Lan Xinling was equally astonished.

She and the other nuns shared a bizarre idea.

The reason why the Imperial Grandson of Si wiped out the Snow Mountain Sect seems to be just to let the people of the Imperial City eat the millennia-old ice from the Great Snow Mountain.

The claim that Liu San Niang was a rebel of the Mahayana Sect was merely a fabricated excuse.

“This humble nun is willing.”

"I'm willing!"

Master Bingxue and the disciples of Snow Mountain clasped their hands together and bowed to receive the order.

This punishment is far better than they expected.

"Alright, this matter will be handled by Sect Leader Bingxue."

Zhou Yi said with satisfaction, "The entire operation was carried out under the instructions of Lan Xinling, a disciple of Medicine King Valley."

"Me?" Lan Xinling was even more surprised.

How did this get involved with her?

Having finally managed to follow Zhou Yi, she didn't want to be left behind in the freezing snow-covered mountains.

"Do not……"

Before she could even voice her objection, Zhou Yi had already pulled her aside.

"What does the medicine from your Medicine King Valley that exorcises evil and death look like?" Zhou Yi asked.

"Colorless and odorless".

Lan Xinling replied, "The people of the capital need these medicines, I want to go back with you..."

"By staying here to move ice, you can better help the people of the capital."

Zhou Yi whispered a few words of advice in her ear.

Lan Xinling looked astonished, pondered for a moment, and shook her head, saying:

"No, no! The medicines from Medicine King Valley for dealing with death are not yet perfect!"

Zhou Yi laughed and said, "Then you'll focus on dealing with evil spirits."

"Yes." Lan Xinling nodded emphatically.

Standing atop the snow-capped peak, she watched Zhou Yi and his group descend the mountain, disappearing into the wind and snow.

This imperial grandson is ruthless only towards his enemies.

They are quite loving towards their own people.

……

"Your Highness, shall we return to the capital?"

Wu Meng urged the carriage forward and turned back to ask.

He was truly impressed by Zhou Yi.

In just a few hours, the Snow Mountain Sect, the second strongest sect in the world, was wiped out.

As the snow-capped mountains receded into the distance outside the car window, Zhou Yi seemed lost in thought.

Beneath the dragon vein, two terrestrial deities are sealed.

These two ancient geezers have been plotting to overthrow the imperial court for many years.

Sin and death, two mysterious monsters, are their means.

For the sake of his parents and family, Zhou Yi must break the seal on the dragon vein.

Of course, it's also to experience the legendary immortal realm of gods.

Once the seal is broken, the two terrestrial deities and their evil monsters will surely cause a cataclysmic upheaval.

and so.

There was no other choice but to wipe them all out.

While eliminating evil, we must also protect the millions of ordinary people.

And this place in the Great Snow Mountain was his backup plan.

"Let's go to Kunlun Mountain."

Hu Die's voice came from the carriage.

"drive!"

Wu Meng cracked his whip, and the half-demon horse galloped forward.

The luxurious carriage sped westward.

Behind the carriage, more than a hundred iron cavalry followed in an orderly fashion.

The heavy armor made of black iron was cold and clanging, and the long spear was sharp, exuding a chilling killing intent.

The cavalry guards looked delighted and proud.

Serving as a bodyguard for His Highness Prince Yi is truly a blessing earned through eight lifetimes of good deeds.

Other people's guards fight to the death.

They were fine; His Highness handled everything himself.

There's nothing His Highness can't handle if he takes action.

……

The Snow Mountain Sect was destroyed by Prince Yi.

The news spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the earth.

The Snow Mountain Sect is a group of nuns who readily kill men.

In recent years, they have been forcibly recruiting people into the Mahayana religion.

The people suffered greatly, but dared not speak out against it.

The faction's annihilation is tantamount to removing a poisonous thorn from the people.

"Prince Yi, you are truly a great savior!"

"Yes, if all court officials were like Prince Yi, that would be wonderful!"

"Thank you, Prince Yi!"

……

Folk artists even turned Zhou Yi's destruction of the Snow Mountain Sect into a storytelling performance.

They were constantly being promoted in teahouses and restaurants, day and night.

What about "The Imperial Grandson Flattens the Snow Mountain with One Palm" and "The Confession of the Three Cold Peaks of the Snow Mountain"...

People flocked to watch, and every performance was packed to capacity.

For no other reason than everyone wanted to hear Zhou Yi's heroic deeds firsthand.

Sects closely associated with Mahayana Buddhism were filled with fear and insecurity.

They feared that one day, the Prince Yi's carriage would stop at the foot of the mountain.

Previously, sects that were still observing whether to participate in the Imperial Martial Arts Examination immediately changed their attitude.

The Snow Mountain Sect was actually wiped out. Which sect would dare to be so stubborn now?

The sect leaders hurriedly relayed orders to their disciples who had participated in the provincial martial arts examinations.

"All disciples shall immediately set off for the capital to participate in the martial arts examination."

"Ah, Sect Leader, this is no good! The Imperial City is already surrounded by the Death Fog, it's extremely dangerous!"

"Sigh, you've all worked hard for the safety of the sect."

"Sect Leader, it's not the hard work, the key is..."

"Alright, it's settled then. We must participate in the martial arts examination."