I have changed my destiny and become an unparalleled immortal.

Gu Yun stood with his hands behind his back, a slight smile playing on his lips, and announced to the audience in a calm voice:

"The wedding continues."

"Send them to the bridal chamber!"

The grand wedding of the Zixu Sect concluded amidst a passionate and exciting event.

The Su family's inter-domain warship, carrying Luo Ling'er and Shi Tou, eventually broke through the void and sailed towards the Central Plains Dao Domain.

Gu Yun did not linger at the Zixu Sect.

He finished the last glass of wedding wine.

He refused Lei Lie's offer to stay, changed back into his faded coarse blue robe, and headed north against the biting winds of the Cangbei Spirit Realm.

There is no longer the entanglement of worldly causes and effects.

Gu Yun pushed the Great Wilderness Body to its limit.

He was like a tireless ancient beast, traversing mountains and valleys, shrinking the distance to an inch, and in just a few days, he once again crossed the wind and snow.

We returned to that secluded, icy northern sea.

……

The Ice Soul Realm, a vast ice plain.

The secret realm was no longer the desolate and hopeless place it once was.

The remaining loyal disciples of Minghan Moon Palace have undergone a complete transformation under the daily baptism of the extreme cold and icy marrow.

Everywhere on the icy plains, disciples could be seen braving the wind and snow to hone their skills. Sword energy crisscrossed the air, frost howled, and a sharp edge shone in the eyes of each of them.

Gu Yun did not alert anyone.

With absolute control over the formation.

Like a wisp of smoke, he silently passed through numerous restrictions and arrived directly at the ice sculpture cave deep within the secret realm.

"Buzz!"

The moment they stepped into the cave, a pure and extreme spiritual pressure rushed towards them.

On the ice-jade couch, Mo Qianyan was dressed in white, her clothes as pure as snow.

His body was surrounded by tangible, ghostly blue ice flames.

Her eyes were closed, and her exquisite face, illuminated by the icy flames, resembled that of a deity.

The initial stage of the Nascent Soul realm has been completely stabilized.

After the Supreme Emotionless Sword Intent merged with the Ice God Technique, it exuded a sharpness that even Gu Yun found chilling.

Sensing the familiar aura, Mo Qianyan instantly withdrew the icy flames surrounding her.

She opened her eyes, which were like cold stars, and a gentle smile bloomed on her cool face.

"You're back? Did everything go smoothly?"

Mo Qianyan stood up and walked gracefully to Gu Yun, naturally brushing a few snowflakes off his shoulder.

Gu Yun seized her cool, jade-like hand and pulled her into his arms, taking a deep breath of the unique, cool fragrance emanating from her hair.

"Smoothly, of course it went smoothly."

Gu Yun grinned.

Immediately on the eve of the wedding, the Su family from the Central Plains arrived in warships to abduct the bride.

He embellished the story of how Shi Tou risked his life to withstand a magic weapon at the peak of the Golden Core stage, and how the two of them eventually went to the Central Plains together.

"Qianyan... there's something I need to tell you. After you hear it, please don't act impulsively..."

Mo Qianyan raised an eyebrow and looked at Gu Yun's unusually guilty appearance. Her heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition surged into her heart.

"You...you didn't go to the Purple Void Sect for a wedding banquet, and then you ran into some holy maiden or fairy outside, did you?"

Mo Qianyan's beautiful eyes instantly turned cold, and the sword energy of the Supreme Forgetfulness technique faintly appeared at her fingertips.

"What are you thinking? I'll only ever live off you."

Startled, Gu Yun quickly swore an oath, coughed twice, and forced himself to speak.

"It's...it's about the wind."

"Chengfeng? What happened to him?"

Mo Qianyan tensed up instantly; her maternal instincts made her grab Gu Yun's clothes.

"Didn't you send him to southern Cangbei to train while wearing a mask? Did something happen to him?"

"Nothing happened, nothing happened, everything's fine!"

Gu Yun quickly reassured her, took a deep breath, and spoke very fast.

"He was besieged by people from Blood Fiend Valley and Ten Thousand Poisons Sect at Blood Weeping Ridge, so I rushed over to rescue him. By the way... I also gave him a teleportation talisman. I told him to go to the Central Plains Dao Domain first."

Dead silence.

Inside the vast ice-sculpted cave, the temperature dropped instantly.

Mo Qianyan stared wide-eyed at Gu Yun in disbelief. After a full ten breaths, she suddenly raised her voice, her tone cracking with anger.

"Gu Yun! Are you crazy?"

Clang!

Mo Qianyan was so angry that she trembled all over and pointed directly at Gu Yun's nose.

"What kind of place is the Central Plains Dao Domain? It's a bloodbath where Nascent Soul cultivators roam freely and Deity Transformation cultivators are treated like dogs! Although Feng'er has awakened the bloodline of the Witch Clan, he doesn't even have a trace of magic power! How could he know the way to the Central Plains? You actually kept it from me?"

Mo Qianyan's eyes instantly reddened.

"Madam, please calm down! Madam, please let me explain!"

Gu Yun quickly grabbed Mo Qianyan and pulled her close.

"Feng'er follows the path of the ancient witch clan. If he stays here and cultivates for a hundred years, he'll at most become a Golden Core stage body cultivator!"

Gu Yun's expression became extremely serious.

"Although the Central Plains Dao Domain is dangerous, it contains the oldest primordial relics, the purest ancient demon blood, and life-or-death battles that can truly ignite his Wu clan's bloodline. I gave him that bladeless black sword. As long as he doesn't provoke those old monsters, he'll be fine."

Listening to Gu Yun's explanation, she knew that Gu Yun was right. Eagles always have to soar through the sky, but as a mother, how could she not feel sorry for the flesh and blood that fell from her own body?

"But you can't... you can't just leave without saying hello..."

Mo Qianyan buried her head in Gu Yun's arms and angrily punched his chest.

"It was my fault. That's why I've come to apologize to you."

Gu Yun let her hit him, his large, kind hands gently stroking her long hair.

"Thousand Faces".

Gu Yun lowered his head, cupped Mo Qianyan's beautiful face in his hands, and looked at her intently.

"I had originally planned to go to the Central Dao Domain to see what's known as the center of the cultivation world..."

"You are going to the Central Plains Dao Domain..."

Mo Qianyan grasped Gu Yun's wrist.

"What about the Cold Moon Palace?"

Gu Yun glanced outside the ice cave and smiled.

"I reinforced the formation of this Ice Soul Secret Realm before I left. These disciples are on the right track. What they need is time to mature, not to hide under your wing forever."

"They are the spark of the Cold Moon Palace. One day, they will break through the ice and return to the peak of Cangbei."

Gu Yun paused, gazing lovingly at his wife.

"As for you... my Ice and Snow Sword Master, you, a dignified Nascent Soul stage expert, do you really intend to spend your retirement in this ice cave with a bunch of young girls? Don't you want to go to the Central Plains Dao Domain with your Supreme Forgetfulness Sword and meet those peerless sword cultivators who are renowned throughout the world?"

"Qianyan, come with me to the Central Dao Domain."

Gu Yun's voice was deep and seductive.

Mo Qianyan's heart skipped a beat.

Go to the Central Plains Dao Domain...

Go find the wind, witness the vast and boundless world of cultivation, and compete with the true strongest beings in this world!

"it is good."

Mo Qianyan did not hesitate at all.

"Hahaha! As expected of my woman, Gu Yun's woman."

Gu Yun laughed loudly, then swept Mo Qianyan up in his arms.

"Let's go! We're setting off now!"

Gu Yun laughed loudly, picked Mo Qianyan up in his arms, and turned to walk out of the ice cave.

"Put me down first!"

Mo Qianyan reached out and gently punched Gu Yun's chest before breaking free from his embrace.

She straightened her slightly disheveled white robes, and her exquisite face regained the composure befitting a sect leader.

"Gu Yun, Feng'er went to search for the Central Plains Dao Domain, and we can go too. But... I am ultimately the Palace Master of the Cold Moon Palace."

Mo Qianyan turned her head, her gaze piercing through the thick ice.

"The founders of the Cold Moon Palace entrusted the sect to me, and now only a few hundred people remain. They are all true blood and flesh who did not abandon the sect even in dire straits. If I just leave like this, without a leader, they will eventually lose their way in this closed Ice Soul Secret Realm."

Mo Qianyan took a deep breath, turned to look at Gu Yun, her tone gentle yet firm.

"No matter how urgent it is, a little more time won't make a difference. I must make proper arrangements for the sect's succession before I can leave with you in peace."

As Gu Yun looked at his wife's serious expression, the fervor in his eyes gradually faded.

"Good! As expected of my woman, Gu Yun, you have a sense of responsibility."

Gu Yun grinned, stepped forward, and took her hand.

"Come, my lady! I'll accompany you to the handover."

……

Half an hour later.

Ice Soul Secret Realm, Central Mystic Ice Plaza.

The transformed disciples of Hanyue Palace stood in neat rows on the plaza.

Although they were dressed in thin clothes, almost every one of them exuded extremely pure ice-type spiritual energy fluctuations.

At the very front of the group stood the five female cultivators who had been rescued by Gu Yun in the Cangyuan Secret Realm years ago.

The senior sister in the lead is named Mu Qingxue. She has now reached the early stage of the Golden Core realm and is the most composed in her actions.

Mo Qianyan and Gu Yun stood side by side on the high platform.

Looking down at the three hundred pairs of eyes filled with awe and fervor, Mo Qianyan took a deep breath, her clear, cold voice echoing across the vast ice plain.

"Disciples of Cold Moon Palace, heed my command!"

"Disciple is here!"

Three hundred people knelt down on one knee in unison, the sound as clear and loud as shattering glaciers.

"With demonic elders like those from Blood Fiend Valley lurking outside, my Cold Moon Palace faces this great calamity and has retreated to the Ice Soul Secret Realm. Those of you who have survived this six-month baptism of extreme cold are the true seeds of our Cold Moon Palace!"

Mo Qianyan's gaze swept over everyone before she uttered something astonishing.

"However, today, I will relinquish my position as Palace Master of the Cold Moon Palace!"

Upon hearing this, the three hundred disciples below looked up abruptly, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

"Palace Master! Are you... are you going to abandon us?"

Mu Qingxue's eyes reddened, and her voice trembled.

"It's not abandonment."

Mo Qianyan shook her head, her gaze becoming incredibly profound.

"The waters of this Northern Spiritual Domain are too shallow. The Grand Elder and I are about to leave this place and head to the Central Dao Domain. We will seek a true path to heaven for my Cold Moon Palace!"

Mo Qianyan didn't explain Gu Chengfeng's matter further.

With a flick of her wrist, an ice crystal jade token radiating icy coldness slowly floated down in front of Mu Qingxue.

"Mu Qingxue! You possess a calm and composed temperament, and a steadfast Dao heart. From this day forward, you are the 90th Palace Master of Hanyue Palace!"

Mo Qianyan pointed a finger, and a dark blue spiritual light entered Mu Qingxue's brow.

"This jade slip contains not only the complete 'Supreme Forgetfulness Sword Dao' of my Cold Moon Palace, but also the 'Ice God Technique,' which I have improved and deduced by combining this Absolute Ice Domain. As long as you cultivate diligently in this secret realm, the entire sect can transform into Ice Spiritual Roots!"

Mu Qingxue held the Palace Master's jade token in both hands, tears welling up in her eyes.

She knew that the Palace Master had entrusted the future and hope of the sect to her.

"Disciple Mu Qingxue... will certainly not fail the Palace Master's trust. As long as I am here, the formation will stand; as long as the Palace stands, the legacy will endure!"

Mu Qingxue slammed her head heavily onto the icy ground.

"Having the techniques alone is not enough."

Just then, Gu Yun, who had been standing silently to the side, suddenly stepped forward.

It exudes a suffocating sense of oppression.

Gu Yun casually waved his hand, and suddenly a meteor shower began to fall from the sky!

Those are hundreds of storage rings!

All of these were spoils of war that Gu Yun had plundered from the Blood-Weeping Ridge after killing the five Golden Core elders, hundreds of Foundation Establishment elites, and demonic giants like Xue Li.

"Top-grade spirit stones, third-tier magic artifacts, and all sorts of healing and breakthrough pills—it's all here! Enough for you three hundred people to cultivate comfortably!"

Gu Yun looked down at the mountain of treasures piled up below.

The nuns were dumbfounded.

Then, he took out a patterned disc from his pocket and tossed it to Mu Qingxue.

Gu Yun's voice boomed like muffled thunder.

"The entrance to this Ice Soul Secret Realm is fortified with a nine-layered, interconnected, deadly array! Even the Blood Fiend Ancestor wouldn't dare to take a single step inside!"

"You can stay here and cultivate in peace. Don't worry about insufficient resources, and don't worry about your enemies coming to your door!"

Gu Yun crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes looking down with an air of dominance.

"Fifty years from now! When you have mastered your divine skills and emerge from seclusion, if any foolish sect in the Cangbei Spiritual Domain dares to cause trouble for your Cold Moon Palace..."

"Just say my name, Gu Yun!"

Upon hearing Gu Yun's crude remarks, the female disciple below, who had been feeling somewhat sad, suddenly felt a surge of heat rush to her head!

"I will obey the Elder's decree."

Three hundred female cultivators, their eyes red-rimmed, drew their longswords in unison, the sound of their swords shattering the swirling snow.

Seeing the disciples who had been provoked into a murderous aura by Gu Yun with just a few words, Mo Qianyan rolled her eyes at him helplessly, but couldn't hide the tenderness in her eyes.

This man always manages to bring the ultimate sense of security to those around him in his seemingly unreasonable way.

"Qingxue, take good care of everyone. We'll meet again in the Central Plains."

Mo Qianyan whispered her last words of advice.

"Palace Master, take care! Grand Elder, take care!"

Amidst the thunderous farewell from Mu Qingxue and her three hundred disciples.

Gu Yun laughed loudly, grabbed Mo Qianyan's slender waist, and the two transformed into two dazzling streams of light, one blue and one white, rushing towards the void rift in the secret realm.

"Boom!"

The spatial passage is closed.

This extremely cold Ice Soul Secret Realm returned to tranquility once again, leaving only three hundred disciples of the Cold Moon Palace.

……

"With you here, it is the people of the Central Plains Dao Domain who should be afraid!"

"Haha, alright, my husband and I will go see for ourselves today and see just how much this so-called Great World of the Central Plains really amounted to!"

In the Central Plains Dao Domain, separated by endless seas, vast and boundless, with Mo Qianyan at the Nascent Soul stage, Gu Yun merely flew by, his speed unimaginably fast.

Here, the desolation and isolation of the Cangbei Spirit Realm are nowhere to be seen. The sky is filled with inter-domain flying ships that blot out the sun, and the suspended immortal mountains stretching for thousands of miles are a common sight.

Upon leaving the sea, they arrived at Yunxian City. The two found a place to rest. This city was located on the edge of the endless sea, at the very edge of the Central Dao Domain.

It's a melting pot of all sorts of religions.

In the quiet depths of an ancient alley in the eastern part of the city, a small shop opened half a month ago.

A plaque hangs above the door, bearing four large characters in a vigorous, dragon-and-phoenix-like style: Qianyun Medical Clinic.

The clinic is divided into two sections: an inner hall and an outer hall.

In the outer hall, there is a solid wood medical record, with the fragrance of several herbs.

At this moment, a bare-chested, scarred cultivator sat before the desk, his face ashen white, a dark purple poisonous gas spreading wildly from his chest, threatening to invade his heart.

"Senior... I was poisoned by a vicious magic weapon from an enemy. The alchemists at several major medical clinics in the city all say the poison has penetrated my internal organs and there's no cure... Can you really cure me?"

The scarred monk trembled with pain, his eyes filled with despair.

The young man behind the case was dressed in a smart blue cloth gown.

His long, silver-gray hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, and a faint, blood-red butterfly mark was visible between his handsome, enchanting brows.

It was Gu Yun.

"Is it hopeless?"

Gu Yun leaned back lazily in his chair and smiled calmly.

He didn't look for any antidote pills.

Gu Yun slowly raised her right hand.

hum!

His ice-based Dao foundation slightly rotated, and in an instant, the moisture in the air condensed, turning into thirty-six ice needles.

"go."

Gu Yun flicked his finger.

Whoosh whoosh!

Thirty-six ice needles transformed into fine blue light, indistinguishable to the naked eye, piercing precisely into thirty-six major acupoints on the scarred cultivator's chest and back.

"this……"

The scarred monk instinctively closed his eyes, but the expected excruciating pain did not come. Instead, an extreme coolness instantly sealed his heart meridian.

Gu Yun sat there, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

The medical practitioners in the cultivation world only know about using elixirs and magic to expel poison, and are completely ignorant of the secrets of the human body's meridians.

In his previous life, Gu Yun happened to be a descendant of a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners specializing in acupuncture.