370: Chapter 370 Su Lang is suffering so much! I must help him!

Silence.

A deathly stillness.

No, something more terrifying than deathly stillness.

Centered on Ling Qingzhu, an invisible yet supremely overbearing Xuanhan Domain was uncontrollably and wildly expanding!

At the summit of Saintess Peak, the last trace of warmth was drained from the air. All things congealed. The biting wind no longer howled but was frozen into stationary blades of ice.

The little maid who had delivered the message was already covered in a thin layer of ice by the terrifying cold that had erupted so suddenly. Even her thoughts were on the verge of freezing solid.

She discovered in horror that the spiritual power within her body was like a fledgling bird with its throat constricted, trembling uncontrollably, utterly unable to circulate.

She could feel that her own Saintess's emotions were teetering wildly on the brink of losing control.

It's over, it's over! The sky is about to fall!

At this moment, what was in Ling Qingzhu's mind was something completely different!

Upper Realm Immortal Envoy?

Great Emperor expert?

Xuantian Immortal Sect?

These terms flashed frantically through Ling Qingzhu's mind. Each word was like a heavy hammer imbued with the Divine Might of the Dao, pounding viciously against her heart.

She paid no attention at all to how Su Chen had angered the other party to death.

Her unique, peculiar train of thought automatically filtered out all information about Su Chen dominating the scene.

In her eyes, the scene depicted on this Jade Slip was a completely different picture!

A picture... of Su Chen, his white robes stained with blood, his back to the multitude, standing alone between heaven and earth, a tragic, brutal, lone-heroic image of him confronting the entire Upper Realm Immortal Sect!

Darling Su... he actually went to face an Immortal Sect from the Upper Realm?

Ling Qingzhu's breathing began to grow rapid.

Her pair of cool, clear phoenix eyes were instantly veiled by a thick layer of mist, and her eye rims visibly reddened.

A single thought, uncontrollably, began to frantically sprout in her mind, rapidly growing clear and resolute!

It's for the Su Family! It must be for the Su Family!

Although the Su Family is a long-lived Family with profound heritage, facing a behemoth like an Upper Realm Immortal Sect, they must be enduring unimaginable pressure! As the Divine Son, for the Family's glory, to prevent the Su Family from being bullied by the Upper Realm, he had no choice but to... stand up alone, bearing all the danger on his own shoulders!

Ling Qingzhu's heart wrenched with pain, hurting so much she could barely breathe.

She could already envision how difficult, how brutal it must have been for Su Chen's white-clad figure, besieged by the Upper Realm Immortal Envoy and Great Emperor experts!

He must have exhausted all his trump cards, burned through his vital essence and blood, just to achieve that pyrrhic victory!

He must have sustained very, very serious injuries!

He must be using his very life to defend the Su Family's dignity!

And what about me?

I'm actually here, smugly pleased with myself for having broken through to the Peak Saint King realm?

I am truly... utterly useless!

An uncontrollable wave of self-blame and guilt, like the most ferocious tide, instantly submerged her.

Darling Su, you've shouldered so much, and yet I knew nothing, could do nothing!

My meager, insignificant level of cultivation probably isn't even worthy of tying your shoelaces before the enemies you face! I... I can't help you with anything at all!

Ling Qingzhu clenched her teeth, biting her lower lip so hard she nearly drew blood.

Glistening teardrops could no longer be restrained. They slid down her smooth cheeks, freezing into ice in mid-air before falling to the ground and shattering.

*Crack!*

The Jade Slip in her hand, due to her out-of-control Divine Thought and frigid Qi, instantly froze into an icy lump, then shattered inch by inch, turning into powder that scattered away!

Immediately after, her gaze fell once more upon the memory imprint of the final line of intelligence.

"The Great Xia Empress Ji Hongxue... kissed him on the spot..."

*Boom!*

If the previous intelligence made her heart ache and filled her with self-blame...

Then this piece of information was like a bucket of scalding magma, laced with countless chili peppers and deadly poison, poured over her from head to toe, chilling her to the bone!

An indescribable bitterness and towering rage instantly washed away all her reason!

That woman!

That scheming, deep-minded Emperor, Ji Hongxue!

How dare she?!

Ling Qingzhu's attribute as a Revered Master of wild imagination exploded completely at this moment, reaching an unprecedented Peak!

In her view, the truth of the matter was absolutely like this!

After Darling Su's bloody battle with the Upper Realm's powerful enemies, he was severely wounded, his Divine Soul weakened to the extreme.

And that old woman Ji Hongxue seized this opportunity! Using the excuse of "saving the nation's grace," she used the authority and resources of the entire Great Xia Divine Dynasty to coerce and tempt Darling Su!

She must have taken a fancy to Darling Su's talent, to the Su Family as a great tree to rely on! She wanted to use this despicable method to firmly bind the weak, helpless, kind-hearted Darling Su—this wounded young Dragon—to her own war chariot!

Darling Su is so kind, so loyal to his feelings. Faced with the so-called "debt of gratitude" from the Great Xia Divine Dynasty, he must have been unable to refuse! He must have been forced!

Yes! It must be like this!

The more Ling Qingzhu thought about it, the angrier she became. The more she thought, the more flawless her deduction seemed!

An unprecedented sense of crisis coiled around her heart like a venomous snake.

No!

I can't wait any longer!

I can't just stand by and watch Darling Su be toyed with in the palm of that old woman's hand!

I must become stronger!

Strong enough to crush everything!

Strong enough to rescue Darling Su from that woman's clutches!

Strong enough to stand before him, shielding him from all the storms from the Upper Realm!

A crazy idea took shape with a thunderous roar in Ling Qingzhu's mind!

*Swish!*

She abruptly raised her head. Those phoenix eyes, once veiled in mist, now held only a burning, icy madness and determination!

Without even a glance at the little maid beside her, who was nearly frozen into an ice sculpture, the Profound Ice Saint Sword in her hand rang out as it left its sheath! Transforming into a brilliant sword light that tore through the firmament, carrying a resolve to fight to the death, she charged headlong towards the Saint Master's palace deep within the clouds and mist!

She was going to see her Revered Master!

She was going to open that place!

That forbidden Domain, which even successive generations of Yaochi Saint Masters have feared, a place of nine deaths and one life!