Chapter 152:

Suddenly, a voice came out of nowhere, surprising Dao Zhen who was sitting peacefully at the entrance of the teahouse. His hand, which was holding a cup ready to drink, froze in mid-air.

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Dao Zhen turned his gaze and indeed saw a female cultivator wearing a bright red robe, looking at him with curiosity.

The female cultivator appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties, with a well-rounded figure even though it was hidden under the loose robe.

Dao Zhen immediately felt a sense of unease in his heart.

This Senior Sister Dao Xu, although from the same sect as him and both disciples of Elder Qingyi, had joined earlier than him. However, Dao Zhen had progressed quickly in his cultivation and caught up with her at one point. Therefore, they had always been secretly competing with each other.

Dao Zhen was a lazy person and didn’t have the inclination for battles unless required by the sect. He would usually wander around the Imperial Capital in the name of enlightenment, observing mortals.

But Dao Xu was completely different from him, with a fiery personality as a cultivator.

Both of them didn’t say that they were like water and fire, but they often competed with each other.

Dao Zhen wasn’t really afraid of this senior sister.

The main reason is that if things escalate due to the other person’s temper, it will be difficult to handle and it will also disturb his interest in observing mortals.

"Oh, senior sister is here… Would you like a cup of tea?" Dao Zhen smiled and greeted, trying to appear calm.

"I just returned to this Imperial Capital yesterday, and I forgot to say hello to senior sister. It’s quite a coincidence today."

"Is that so?"

This woman cultivator Dao Xu, wearing a red Taoist robe, sat confidently across from the round table, poured herself a pot of tea, and drank it in big gulps.

"Now that we’ve finished the tea, can we begin?" Dao Xu got straight to the point.

"Begin… what?" Dao Zhen looked confused.

"Acting silly in front of me, you’re being a bit naive," Dao Xu smiled.

"Junior brother, I have obtained a new magical treasure recently and I want to test it against you."

She opened her bare hand, and a light blue bead floated above her palm, spinning around on its own.

As the bead spun, a faint cold air emerged.

Dao Zhen was calmly enjoying his tea, but when he brought the cup to his lips, he wore a helpless expression and set the cup down.

Within an instant, the tea inside the cup had frozen into a block of ice.

"This item is called the Mysterious Ice Pearl. I purchased it from a friend in the Long Life Gate. It is said to be made by refining thousand-year-old black ice from the extreme northern region. It contains bone-chilling coldness, which ordinary treasures cannot withstand once unleashed," Dao Xu explained gently.

"Senior sister, this is the Imperial Capital, especially a marketplace. It’s not a suitable place. How about we continue our duel tomorrow?" he could only suggest.

"The Imperial Capital is a crucial place for the Great Yan Imperial Court and also affects the prosperity of our sect. If a big commotion were to happen here, it would incur punishment from the sect," Dao Zhen explained.

"Oh, don’t play tricks in front of me, using mortals as your shield?" Dao Xu sneered.

"If I were to give up now, who knows where you’ll hide tomorrow?"

"Why would I behave like that?" Dao Zhen shrugged, looking innocent.

"Senior Sister, tomorrow I will still be within this Imperial Capital, I won’t go out to hide."

"So, you plan to continue hiding in this Imperial Capital market tomorrow, making me wary of you?" Dao Xu saw through her junior brother’s intentions and coldly snorted.

Without saying much, she had a thought and the Mysterious Ice Pearl in her hand emitted a bright light.

In an instant.

A cloud of ice mist rapidly spread, enveloping the surroundings.



Dao Zhen’s expression changed slightly, a small golden bell appeared in front of him, a golden light immediately unfolded, forming an egg-shaped barrier around him.

And the frost continued to spread, forming a layer of ice on the tabletop with a cracking sound.

"This–" The waiter saw the commotion and hurried over, but before he could scream in alarm, frost hung on his eyebrows, turning him into an ice sculpture.

"The calamity of inhuman… Run!" The other customers and the innkeeper showed fear and panic as they fled.

"Senior sister… You still have time to stop now," Dao Zhen’s expression was filled with sorrow.

"As cultivators, we mustn’t indiscriminately kill mortals unless necessary."

Mortals are important resources of incense for the Nine Immortal Gates.

Therefore, Immortal Gates usually restrain their cultivators and prevent them from killing unless necessary.

Indiscriminately killing innocent beings may damage the reputation of the Immortal Gate and hinder their acquisition of incense… However, the rules of the Immortal Gate are relative, not absolute.

"These rules are not absolute."

Dao Xu quickly stretched out her hand and the frozen body of the innkeeper shattered into ice fragments. With a gust of wind, the fragments were sucked into her storage bag, disappearing without a trace.

"The battles among true high-level cultivators can destroy an entire human city and engulf hundreds of thousands of ordinary people. What we are doing here is just a small-scale fight, insignificant."

When Dao Xu mentioned the level of destruction caused by the Inhuman Disaster that could wipe out cities, it was no less terrifying than floods or earthquakes.

Compared to those, the fight between the two cultivators seemed quite mild.

"After all, the lives of a few ordinary people are insignificant. Even if we don’t kill them, in a hundred years, they will turn to dust." Dao Xu was being defiant.

"Sometimes, even battles between ordinary martial artists can result in the deaths of several or dozens of people."

"Clashes between factions, bandits, and warlords can leave thousands or even millions of people displaced and their homes destroyed."

"Even if I don’t take action, ordinary people can still be affected by various natural and man-made disasters… So, what difference does our involvement make compared to the unknown disasters?"

The cold light shone brightly as the pale blue bead spun rapidly in her palm.

A small frosty whirlwind appeared in her palm.

As she extended her hand, the frosty whirlwind rapidly expanded when released, covering the entire teahouse in an instant.

……….

The market square.

Qiao Mu was surrounded by over a hundred people in the middle of the road, facing their accusations.

With a sword in his hand, he pointed the sharp edge towards the lady protected by the strong men, his expression cold and fierce.

"Speak!"

"Are you willing to bet or not!"

His thunderous voice became even more intimidating, causing the lady’s face to turn pale as paper.

She only came to frame the old man after listening to Wan Ronghua’s orders, but she had no intention of risking her life.



At this moment, Qiao Mu was being pointed at by thousands of people, but his presence was still remarkable, overpowering the fierce accusations of the crowd.

Meanwhile, at this time.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the teahouse behind.

A chilling whirlwind erupted, causing the doors and windows of the entire teahouse to rapidly freeze, twist, and break off. The teahouse was almost collapsing, on the verge of collapse.

Two rainbow lights shot out in succession, entangling in the sky above this marketplace.