Chapter 185: Divine Soul

Chapter 185: Divine Soul

A huge profit!

Currently, Qin Xuan's Villain Value balance was just over 800,000 points, yet this lottery draw had unexpectedly yielded a Minor Achievement level of enlightenment that would normally cost 1.5 million points to acquire.

That was nearly double the Villain Value in pure profit!

It was only because time was short that he couldn't find Little Koi.

Otherwise, holding the hand of the incredibly lucky Little Koi, drawing a Major Achievement level of enlightenment would have been a sure thing!

As the Villain Value was deducted, an obscure energy flowed through Qin Xuan's body like a cool mountain spring.

His internal Yuan Power surged and billowed like a great river.

Forming a fist Seal, Qin Xuan casually threw a punch.

Roar—a Dragon roared. His Yuan Power condensed into a tangible form, and a visible five-clawed golden Dragon surged forward with a roar.

Above the Ice Palace, tens of thousands of ice spikes stretching for a hundred miles, along with the sealed Ice Beasts, were instantly turned to dust under the rampaging Dragon.

"What tyrannical power. Your Physical Body's strength is almost comparable to the Early Stage of the Saint Realm!" Inside the small tower, Leng Li clicked her tongue in admiration.

One had to know that Qin Xuan was only at the seventh level of the Heavenly Human Realm. Without using any supreme treasures or trump cards, his strength rivaled that of the Saint Realm—spanning two major realms. How could this be anything but inconceivable?

"It's alright," Qin Xuan nodded with satisfaction. "This is merely the manifestation of the power of one Dragon."

Now that he had reached the Minor Achievement stage of the Dragon-Elephant Domain-Suppressing Scripture, he could start by utilizing the power of ten Dragons!

Leng Li asked curiously, "As you are now, if you didn't use any other trump cards and relied solely on pure physical strength to fight against someone in the Early Stage of the Saint Realm, what are your chances of winning?"

Qin Xuan weighed it for a moment. "Fifty-fifty, perhaps?"

"Fifty-fifty?"

"Within five breaths, he will definitely die. He can only live for five breaths at most."

Leng Li rolled her red eyes dramatically. "You could have just said you could slaughter them. Then, if you used your trump cards, how would a fight against someone at the Peak of the Saint Realm go?"

Qin Xuan pondered for a long while. "Three-seven split?"

"You don't mean that within three breaths he will die, and he can only live for seven breaths? That doesn't make sense either."

"Of course not. A three-seven split means that within three moves, he will die seven times."

Are you kidding me?

Qin Xuan had so many trump cards now that sometimes he couldn't even use them all.

The two great treasures, True Dragon and Phoenix; the quasi-emperor artifact, the ancient prison-suppressing tower; the Divine Rank Cultivation Technique, Dragon-Elephant Domain-Suppressing Scripture; the power of the Three Thousand Weak Waters; and a Saint Soul of the Blood Asura Clan that was about to reach the Late Stage of the Saint King Realm...

How could someone at the Peak of the Saint Realm possibly compete with him?

Leng Li hummed, feeling she had asked for nothing. "I shouldn't have asked you!"

Qin Xuan chuckled teasingly. "Whether you asked or not isn't important. What's important is that you should thank me for killing Saint Son Chen Fan."

Leng Li was confused. "Why?"

In his eyes, Saint Son Chen Fan was just an ant that could be crushed with a flick of his finger.

Why should she be grateful for an ant?

"He risked his life to provide us with important intelligence!"

Qin Xuan suspected that this place was not a place of Legacy at all, but a site for Possession painstakingly prepared by the God of Ice, Poseixi!

After killing Saint Son Chen Fan, besides gaining Villain Value and the Dragon-Elephant Domain-Suppressing Scripture, the most unexpected harvest was that soul-shattering pill, and the note attached to it: it could shatter a Divine Soul!

He might not have eaten pork, but he had certainly seen pigs run, hadn't he?

Anyone with eyes could see it.

This was definitely a cliché trope!

The God of Ice, Poseixi, had never intended to pass down any Legacy.

Instead, she was using this ice cave to select the most suitable body for herself, wanting to undergo Possession and Rebirth!

Qin Xuan had lost count of how many times he had seen this old-fashioned trope.

Experiencing it firsthand, however, was a different feeling altogether.

If not for the soul-shattering pill that Saint Son Chen Fan provided with his death, he might have really fallen for it this time!

"A Child of Luck is a Child of Luck after all; even at the moment of death, he is still shining and generating heat." Qin Xuan sighed with crocodile tears. "Forget it, let's not talk about this. Let's continue searching for the whereabouts of the Legacy."

Along the way, Leng Li kept pestering him, asking what information Saint Son Chen Fan had actually provided.

But as they ventured deeper into the Endless Ice Cave, Leng Li, who had been asking questions incessantly, gradually fell silent.

The Endless Ice Cave had undergone earth-shattering changes.

The Ice Beasts frozen inside the ice spikes were no longer breaking free.

Instead, one familiar disciple after another from the Aristocratic Families was dying mysteriously.

Corpses appeared in droves, without a single wound on their bodies.

It was as if their life force had been stolen in an instant.

"The depths of the Endless Ice Cave seem to be becoming strange. Even I cannot detect anything unusual about these corpses; I don't know how they met their end." Leng Li frowned, sensing that the atmosphere was wrong.

Qin Xuan did not answer and continued rushing forward until he found a corpse that hadn't completely cooled yet. He hurried over, crouched beside it, and used the Nine Revolutions Saint Soul Technique to gather its broken Divine Soul in an instant.

This was a Saint King. Qin Xuan recognized him as one of the guards beside the Third Prince.

At this moment, the soul of this Saint King Realm expert had pure white eyes, filled with dullness, and no longer possessed self-awareness.

"How did you die, and where is that son of a bitch, the Third Prince?"

Qin Xuan dripped his own essence blood onto the center of the remnant soul's brow and demanded coldly.

The remnant soul of the Saint King Realm expert twisted violently, its voice trembling. "It... it was Wu Bingqing. She... she became possessed and slaughtered everyone. The Third Prince, the Third Prince used... and luckily escaped. The others, all, all of them are dead."

Bang!

The remnant soul exploded. Qin Xuan, having forcibly extracted the information, felt a flush of blood rise to his face.

He forcibly suppressed the blood rising in his heart, looked ahead, and instructed Leng Li, "Drive the ancient prison-suppressing tower at full speed; I need to adjust my breathing for a moment!"

Leng Li maneuvered the small tower, glancing from time to time at Qin Xuan, who was meditating. She comforted him kindly, "Actually, you don't need to worry about Wu Bingqing. Even the Third Prince and his group were forced to retreat, so it's unlikely anyone in this Endless Ice Cave can harm her anymore. Furthermore, with the protection of the domain-suppressing cauldron, even if she enters Reincarnation, she will be safe."

"I suspect that if she took action, it was most likely because she wanted to solve the trouble of obtaining the Legacy for you!"

Qin Xuan closed his eyes and remained silent.

After traveling for several days and nights, the ancient prison-suppressing tower finally arrived at an area where there were no ice spikes hanging overhead.

It resembled a luxurious palace, forged from glazed ice.

Even one as strong as the ancient prison-suppressing tower began to show ice patterns on its surface, as if it were about to be frozen.

Fortunately, Qin Xuan possessed two special flames—the Three Thousand Dragon Flame and the Nirvana Fire—which barely allowed him to help the ancient prison-suppressing tower withstand the extreme cold.

Otherwise, even a Saint King Realm expert would not be able to enter this area!

The deeper they went, the harder it was to withstand the intense cold.

Even a Saint King Realm expert like Leng Li, inside the ancient prison-suppressing tower, felt a cold that her Saint Soul could not endure.

Finally, in front of an ice crystal that was so bewitching it emitted a purple light, Leng Li and Qin Xuan simultaneously spotted a figure.

She was sitting cross-legged in front of the purple ice, as immovable as a mountain.

Sensing intruders, Wu Bingqing, who was absorbing the power of the purple ice, slowly turned her head. Looking at Qin Xuan, who was sitting atop the small tower, she said coldly, "Poseixi's Legacy has already chosen me. You should go; the Legacy cannot be interrupted."

A smile played on the corners of Qin Xuan's mouth, and with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he looked at the Wu Bingqing before him, who was different from the past. He spoke with an evil charm, "Should I call you Wu Bingqing, or should I address you as the God of Ice—Poseixi?"