Su Yun lay in Su Moli’s arms, frowning slightly. “This is going to be difficult.”
Su Moli wasn’t afflicted by cold poison, but born with an extremely rare constitution—the only True Frostling Body in the universe. At its peak, it could freeze space and time, bringing countless worlds to stillness and casting them into eternal death. However, Su Moli was still too weak. Even the slightest trace of power was difficult to withstand. Outwardly, it appeared as sporadic outbreaks of cold poison, with her body temperature dropping drastically, and even forming ice as if she were turning into a sculpture.
In the plot, Su Moli’s circumstances were very tragic. After Su Yun fell into the Youlan Pool and lost his ability to cultivate, their parents were devastated and unable to care for others. Su Moli endured humiliation, eventually becoming an ice sculpture—an eternal pain in Su Yun’s heart.
The True Frostling Body was immensely powerful, capable of freezing even time and space. Even in the final plot, when Su Yun had become a world-destroying Demon Lord, he could only stand at the edge of the galaxy, watching across frozen spacetime to glimpse his distant family.
“Now that Third Sister hasn’t been frozen yet, half the mission can be completed right away.” Su Yun thought, “But for the other half—how do I remove the cold poison?”
The True Frostling Body wasn’t entirely hopeless. If discovered early, the cold poison could be delayed using certain heavenly treasures. But Su Yun was only three years old—his words might not be taken seriously. Besides, finding those treasures would take years. He couldn’t let the mission be stuck forever.
“Hmm… the Abyss of Sorrow has the Silver Bell Spirit Core, Dragonlight Thunder Temple has Hibiscus Ganoderma, Golden Tiger Forest has Golden Flame Hide…”
“All of them can slightly relieve the cold poison… huff… huff… Zzz…”
A three-year-old’s stamina couldn’t last long. As Su Yun kept thinking, he drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, just as he was waking up in a daze, a clear chime sounded.
[Ding!]
Before Su Yun fully awoke, he heard knocking on the door. “Miss, someone is here.”
Su Moli, still groggy, mumbled, “Someone? Who?”
The maid replied, “It seems to be from Radiant Light Holy Land. Madam has already gone to receive them.”
Su Moli snapped awake and sat up. “Radiant Light Holy Land is here? That fast?”
The maid covered her mouth, giggling. “Hehe, Miss’s future in-laws are here. Must be to discuss the wedding.”
Su Moli’s expression was conflicted—half anticipation, half resistance, but mostly unwillingness.
Su Yun woke up and grabbed her hand. “Third Sister?”
Only then did Su Moli realize she was clenching her fists tightly. Her strength as a 3rd stage cultivator had crushed the bedsheet into pieces.
Her face turned pale as she forced a smile. “Ah, I’m fine. Little Brother, go wash up first.”
Su Moli looked at his serious expression and found it funny. She instinctively wanted to say, “What am I afraid of?” but upon seeing the determination in his eyes, she swallowed her words.
She nodded seriously. “Alright. Thank you, Little Brother.”
Su Yun extended his hand. “Then let’s go to the front hall.”
Su Moli paused, then smiled. “Okay, let’s go to the front hall.”
Xi Yaoyue had already reached the front hall. Four visitors stood waiting. Among them, a young man was the core of the group—the current Holy Son. The other three were protectors: two in the 6th stage Dao Harmony Realm, and one in the 7th stage Heavenly Pivot Realm.
Even in the Grand Qian Empire, such a lineup was rare, revealing the profound strength of the Radiant Light Holy Land.
Xi Yaoyue smiled gently. “Future in-laws, what brings you here today?”
Her voice was like a spring breeze brushing over an icy lake, light and warm. As she spoke, a faint fragrance filled the air.
The young man’s eyes filled with greed, and he couldn’t help but marvel inwardly: as expected of the number one beauty in the Heavenly Origin Realm.
“Ahem.” The elderly woman in front—Granny Yinhe—coughed lightly and spoke directly. “Madam Xi, let’s not waste time. The Radiant Light Holy Land is here to annul the engagement.”
Xi Yaoyue’s smile froze. “What did you say?”
Granny Yinhe said unhurriedly, “Some things only need to be hinted at.”
Xi Yaoyue’s gaze turned cold. “If the Radiant Light Holy Land has something to say, say it plainly. Don’t beat around the bush.”
Granny Yinhe sneered, “Su Moli is afflicted with a strange poison. She will never surpass the 3rd stage in her lifetime. A low-level cultivator like her is not qualified to enter the Radiant Light Holy Land.”
Three years ago, the Holy Son of Radiant Light visited the Sword Inquiry Sect. During a mission, he met Su Moli. They encountered an ancient ferocious beast—the Bloodhorn Scorpion. To protect the Holy Son, Su Moli was stung.
To repay the favor, and impressed by her exceptional talent, the Radiant Light Holy Land proposed marriage. But after some time, the cold poison from the Bloodhorn Scorpion flared up. Su Moli showed no progress for three years and even regressed to early 3rd stage. The Radiant Light Holy Land regretted the engagement and finally decided to annul it.
In their eyes, Su Moli—once the top disciple of the Sword Inquiry Sect and a celebrated genius—was no longer worthy. A person with just over a hundred years of lifespan, stuck at the 3rd stage, and plagued with recurring cold poison, wasn’t even worth considering.
Xi Yaoyue trembled with rage. “Radiant Light Holy Land, how could you be so ungrateful!” New chapters come out on g.com first.
“If not for saving your Holy Son, how would Su Moli have been poisoned!”
Granny Yinhe snorted coldly. “That’s because Su Moli ran into the Bloodhorn Scorpion, and her skills were lacking. She couldn’t retreat safely. How can you blame our Holy Son?”
“She enjoyed the title of fiancée for three years—more than enough. With that identity, how could she not attract excellent suitors?”
“Shameless sophistry!” Xi Yaoyue never imagined they would be so brazen. What could’ve been a noble deed ended up ruining her daughter!
Since learning Su Moli was poisoned, she had cried countless nights, shedding endless tears. Her daughter was a piece of her flesh. The pain cut deep.
Su Moli not only regressed in cultivation but also carried cold poison. And now, she was being rejected—who knew how much gossip she’d endure?
Shua! Chu Lingxiao, the Holy Son of Radiant Light, stood up, his aura erupting.
BOOM! Waves of mysterious power surged out. Everyone vaguely saw a Great Dao descending from the heavens, connecting to his body.
Chu Lingxiao spoke proudly, “Madam Xi, I’ve already stepped into the 5th stage cultivation realm and have achieved initial mastery of the Path of Light.”
“With more time, I will fully master this Great Dao.”
“My future is something Su Moli can never reach.”
“For her sake, it’s best to end this engagement now.”
Xi Yaoyue bit her lip, eyes filled with anger.
At only eighteen, Chu Lingxiao had reached the 5th stage cultivation realm—a true prodigy. And he had comprehended a Great Dao, far surpassing peers at the same stage.
Cultivating ordinary techniques was like practicing diligently, eventually mastering fine swordsmanship. But cultivating a Great Dao was like pulling out a rifle in a sword duel.
The difference between understanding and not understanding a Great Dao was several-fold—sometimes even ten thousand times.
Only by mastering a Great Dao could one understand the nature and essence of their techniques, adapting them perfectly to one’s ability.
Chu Lingxiao, backed by the Radiant Light Holy Land, had access to endless heavenly treasures and sacred lands to aid his comprehension. Compared to Su Moli, whose cultivation had regressed, his understanding of the Dao was leagues ahead.
“Back then, Moli was also a famed genius in Grand Qian.” Xi Yaoyue’s eyes were full of sorrow. “If you break the engagement just because of her cultivation…”
“You still want to keep the engagement?” Chu Lingxiao sneered. “I have a distant cousin who lost his sight after going mad during cultivation. Why not transfer the engagement to him? A cripple and a blind man—what a perfect match!”