Feng Xianyue held on to Old Madam Feng’s still body, sobbing her heart out.
She wasn’t ready to let go of this warmth.
She had barely gotten to enjoy it before it was untimely ripped from her, and Feng Xianyue feared it would be the last she ever tasted.
“Xianyue, let go of Concubine Li.
It is time to let her rest.” Feng Ming began, looking troubled, and gestured to the guards.
“Take her away.”
“Don’t you dare come close!” Feng Xianyue shouted, tears streaming down her eyes.
However, no one listened to her, leaving her to struggle with the guards to hold on to her grandmother.
Being stronger than her, Feng Xianyue eventually lost her grip on Old Madam Feng.
“Grandmother!” she shouted, feeling helpless.
She hated this.
How could they kill her family and act indifferent?
Feng Xianyue was emotionally overwhelmed at this point.
She held her head with one hand and rubbed her chest with the other, breathing hard as if suffocating.
But what came out was frozen breath, frost patterns appearing on her skin, her long black hair turning white.
She felt like she was going to explode and let out a piercing scream that shook the entire residence.
Her spiritual veins ruptured as overwhelming qi flooded her body, and Feng Xianyue’s eyes clouded with a white mist.
The earth shook with an otherworldly power, and the sky soon darkened with the moon turning pale blue.
The air around her turned cold with each exhale, and soon something broke inside her, releasing a powerful cold energy that froze any living thing nearby.
Snow fell across the entire capital in midsummer, and ancient cultivators opened their eyes from meditation for the first time in centuries.
“The Nine Yin Heavenly Body…
has awakened,” one of the old monsters muttered.
Back in the Feng residence, Feng Lian screamed as ice crept up her legs, the cold searing through her robes.
She clawed at the frozen surface, her nails breaking against the unyielding frost.
Fortunately for her, Feng Ming used his spiritual powers to shield all the Feng family members.
But alas, the servants were not spared, because soon the ice consumed each one of them, shattering them into pieces.
Feng Lian screamed once again, fear running down her spine as she realised it could have been her in that situation.
Feng Ming, on the other hand, was in shock because it felt like his shield was weakening as the ice slowly consumed it.
He was at the Golden Core realm and didn’t believe that a mere Qi Condensation girl could overpower him.
Feng Xianyue’s mind was muddled.
Though she was confused, she had a single mission: taking her grandmother’s body away.
She slowly walked towards her grandmother and knelt by her side.
However, once Feng Xianyue’s fingers touched her, the body was slowly encased in ice—not like the previous ones that had consumed the servants, but a protective layer over the old woman’s body.
Holding the hardened ice in her arms, a tear slid down her eyes, which soon frosted, and Feng Xianyue fainted.
The awakened ancient cultivators, both from righteous and demonic sects, soon appeared in the ancestral hall of the Feng family.
The Nine Yin Heavenly Body was one of the most powerful physiques coveted by everyone in the cultivation world.
It had gone extinct for centuries, and its sudden appearance today naturally shook them—some with shock, some with greed, some both.
The Feng family were astonished at the sight of the powerful figures and soon knelt and bowed in greetings.
Their bodies shook with fear at the aura of the old monsters at different realms—some at Spirit Severing, some at Dao Integration, and even a Mahayana realm ancestor.
“To think that the Feng family produced such talent,” Wang Teng, the ancestor from the Heavenly Sword Dao Sect, said, running his hands through his beard.
“Greetings to the Supreme Elders,” Feng Ming began, his body dripping with sweat.
“Xianyue has mediocre talent and is only at the Qi Condensation st…”
“Humph!
Boy, what do you know?” Wang Teng cut him off abruptly.
“It’s only natural that a child blessed with the Nine Yin Physique appears ordinary at first.
Their power is too powerful and otherworldly—as children, it consumes them slowly.
If not awakened properly, it tears them apart.”
“This child is already very strong to have survived this long,” Mo Xuan, one of the demonic sect ancestors of the Scarlet Yin Dao Pavilion, said.
“The Nine Yin girl has an affinity to our Yin Dao Pavilion.
Why don’t I take her?”
“Hahahah…
Old Mo, what do you mean by this?” Wang Teng asked.
“You already want to make her follow the demonic path?
Dream on.”
“What can you do if I want to take her as a disciple?” Mo Xuan said arrogantly.
“Only the strong deserve to nurture the Nine Yin girl.
Let’s fight it out.”
Mo Xuan and Wang Teng had been stuck at the peak stage of the Mahayana realm for decades.
Though both were not confident in defeating the other, because of the prize, they were willing to risk it all.
The rest of the sect ancestors stood behind—they were not as powerful as the two bickering old men, so they decided to take advantage once they weakened each other.
Just as the two were about to send powerful techniques at each other, an overwhelming force stopped them in place, making their bodies go still and devoid of the will to fight.
The people with low cultivation around found it hard to breathe and soon fell to their knees.
A figure clad in black soon appeared before them, face devoid of emotion, his presence so absolute that the very air seemed to bow.
He stood in the middle of Wang Teng and Mo Xuan, taking in their fighting stance.
Taking his eyes away, he withdrew the energy in the air—but not completely.
Once the overwhelming energy reduced, they all began to cough out loud.
“Zhao Aotian!
You ruthless old man, are you trying to kill us all?” Mo Xuan shouted but immediately kept quiet and distanced himself when Zhao Aotian sent him a cold glance.
Zhao Aotian was the Supreme Elder and ancestor of the Void Severance Dao Sect.
Though he had lived for centuries, he had always maintained the body of a young man.
This sect was also labelled as demonic, not because of evil acts, but because their Dao was a threat to the order of cultivation.
To this sect, emotions are impurities and relationships are Dao weaknesses.
As the name of the sect implies, their Dao is to sever all emotions.
Many orthodox sects despise and fear them because of their lack of emotion—their cultivation journey becomes smooth and they tend to be very powerful.
However, this path has a major weakness: emotion.
Once they begin having emotional ties, they start to weaken.
“Greetings, Supreme Elder,” all the Spirit Severing and Dao Integration realm ancestors greeted, including Mo Xuan, bowing his head reluctantly.
He couldn’t be arrogant at this point, after all, Zhao Aotian was at the early Tribulation Transcendence realm.
Only a few in the Han Empire could compete with him.
“I will be taking the Nine Yin girl.
Does anyone object?” the man said calmly, looking at them.
The rest all had an unreconciled look in their eyes but still stepped back, retreating for a moment.
After all, not all the old monsters had arrived, and they didn’t know when the situation might change or whether an opportunity would arise.
However, a certain someone was not reconciled and stepped forward.
“Zhao Aotian, stop being a bully!” Mo Xuan said.
His voice trembled, but he held his ground.
“You would take her from us?
From everyone who could nurture her properly?”
Zhao Aotian’s gaze was cold.
“You would fight me for her?”
“The Nine Yin girl deserves to be my disciple.
What is she supposed to do with an emotionless master?”
“Oh?
Is that so?” Zhao Aotian muttered.
“Our Void Severance Dao Sect walks the emotionless path, and one of the attributes of the Nine Yin Body is slowly becoming numb to emotions.
If you do not accept…” His voice trailed off for a second before he said, “…show me your strongest move.”