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"Stop!"

Seeing Su Xiaoli move toward the silver fan, her remaining opponent moved to intercept her. But before he could take a step forward, a black object appeared in front of him.

Clang!

His weapon clashed against it, forcing him back a few steps.

"Did I say you could go?" Feng Fan said with a grin.

Feng Fan, having intercepted Su Xiaoli's second opponent, engaged him in battle, refusing to give him any chance to interfere with her.

In mid-air, just as Su Xiaoli was about to grab the silver fan, an arrow shot toward her. Sensing the danger, her expression changed.

She swiftly opened her metal fan and swung it, deflecting the arrow. But in doing so, she lost her chance to take the silver fan.

Feng Fan glanced at the source of the attack and clicked his tongue in annoyance. "More uninvited guests joining the fun, huh?"

"Nice shot, Liao Juan," said Hao Chen, the leader of the newly arrived group.

Beside him, a woman holding a bow, Liao Juan, stood with her eyes locked on Su Xiaoli, making it clear she wouldn't allow her to take the silver fan so easily.

Hao Chen's group was only the beginning of the real problem. Along with him, four more groups arrived, including Liu Boqin's group—a temporary ally from their previous battle against the ice queen.

With seven different groups vying for the same prize, the fight quickly spiraled into chaos.

The eye of the blizzard wasn't large, and with more than twenty-five Golden Core Formation cultivators attacking at once, the space became a storm of spiritual qi-infused attacks.

Even standing still wasn't an option. Stray attacks flew in every direction, turning the battlefield into a place where even those not actively fighting risked being caught in the crossfire.

Instead of continuing his attacks on Mao Rong's incapacitated group, Feng Fan gathered his team and moved toward the silver fan together. Unfortunately, every time a group got close, the others would immediately turn their attacks on them.

"This is getting us nowhere! Everyone, jump as high as you can with me!" Feng Fan shouted, deciding to end things once and for all.

With Xue Qiang still on his left shoulder, he leaped sixty meters into the air.

'Little Brick, do it, but only take enough for a single attack!' Feng Fan commanded, already mourning the loss of resources he was about to suffer.

The Suppression Relic hummed in response, quickly absorbing qi stones from his space ring. Feng Fan tried not to look, but curiosity got the best of him.

One glance was all it took for his heart to ache and break into pieces.

'I'll remember your faces. I'll personally visit your clans and take your treasures!' he swore to himself. Explore stories at My Virtual Library Empire

As red symbols lit up on the Suppression Relic's surface, Feng Fan and his group reached the peak of their jump. The transformation was complete.

Feng Fang hurled the Suppression Relic downward.

With each meter it fell, the relic grew larger. By the time it was about to hit the ground, its size had expanded enough to cover everyone below!

The people below noticed it too late. Their faces went pale with horror as they looked up. Panicked screams filled the air as they unleashed attacks against the falling Suppression Relic, but it was useless.

With unstoppable force, the relic crashed down, burying most of them under the snow and incapacitating the rest.

Feng Fan's team landed safely on the relic's surface. Without wasting a second, he grabbed Su Xiaoli's hand and hurled her toward the silver fan.

"Take it!" he shouted.

Su Xiaoli finally grabbed the silver fan. The moment her fingers wrapped around it, a sharp prick stung her skin, drawing blood.

Instead of staining the fan red, the weapon absorbed every drop. In an instant, her vision shifted.

Seated in a pavilion surrounded by a breathtaking garden filled with countless colorful flowers, a woman with long, beautiful silver hair played the zither. The melody was calm and soothing, the kind that could warm the heart and lull someone into a peaceful sleep.@@novelbin@@

Su Xiaoli, still carrying the sadness of being separated from her mother, felt an inexplicable sense of peace as she listened. It was as if all her worries had disappeared.

Despite the soothing melody, the woman's expression remained cold, with no trace of a smile on her face.

However, she soon stopped playing. Turning to her left, a smile appeared on her face—one so captivating it could topple cities and cause men to lose their fortunes.

That smile was meant for a single man. He walked toward the silver-haired woman, returning her smile with one of his own. "Xiao'er, your zither skills are improving. Will you compose a song for me?"

Xiao'er nodded, pausing to think for a moment before her fingers returned to the strings.

This time, the music was no longer calm and soothing. It was filled with passion. Su Xiaoli could feel her blood quicken at the sound. The music reminded her of her intimate moments with Feng Fan, stirring desire deep within her.

These thoughts caught Su Xiaoli off guard, and a mocking smile tugged at her lips. 'After all these years dealing with nobles, I thought I'd be better at controlling my emotions…'

The music suddenly stopped, and the scene around Su Xiaoli shifted completely.

Xiao'er, the woman with long silver hair, was no longer playing the zither. She stood in the midst of a battlefield, surrounded by frozen corpses. In her hand, a silver fan served as a weapon.

Countless cultivators descended from the skies, all charging at her. Their attacks shattered space and time, a clear sign of their immense power. But no matter how many came, their fate was the same.

With a single wave of her silver fan, all of them turned into frozen statues, trapped forever on the immortal battlefield.

For the first time since her appearance, the woman spoke.

"I… shall freeze the Heavens."