Chapter 160: Ultimate Sedimentation!!

——This is the Snow Woman's cultivation—

Frost crystals clung to the girl's long eyelashes; she slowly raised her hand, palm upward, and a snowflake formed from demonic energy landed gently on her fingertip, as if triggering something.

The next instant, heaven and earth changed color.

A biting wind howled past, stirring her pale green hair.

The clear sky instantly vanished beneath thick clouds of snow; a bone-chilling gale swept across the entire peak, scouring the land with countless snowflakes, and the red-and-white tiles rapidly layered themselves in sheet after sheet of ice and snow.

In this boundless expanse of ice and snow, the wind roared and snowflakes swirled—until heaven and earth seemed filled with nothing but endless white.

Snowcai closed her eyes, feeling the cold demonic energy flow through her body—the innate power of the Ice Woman clan, coursing like blood through her veins, though for a long time she had never fully mastered it.

In terms of demonic power, as a demon born from the Demon Realm, even without deliberate cultivation and despite spending her entire life in the Ice Kingdom, Snowcai naturally possessed power approaching Class C—according to Jia Qi's terminology, the "Fierce" level.

But in the Demon Realm, such power was negligible, and in the Human Realm, she had never had the chance to unleash her full strength… she disliked conflict and hated using her power to harm others, even those who meant her ill.

She was too gentle…

If Snowcai were human, she wouldn't need to think so much—she could live without ever fighting. But there was no "if." Her past experiences had taught her…

She must gain the strength to protect herself.

Yet no matter what, the girl could not turn this overwhelming storm of ice and snow into an offensive technique…

"Little sister, since you can't control your power, let your power control you!"

At that moment, the words Jia Qi had once spoken to her suddenly echoed in her mind.

"Not enough."

She whispered softly, her fingertip trembling slightly. More snowflakes gathered from all directions, swirling around her to form a massive vortex.

She relaxed her tense body, no longer forcing herself to harbor thoughts of harming others; instead, she let the cold energy surge freely within her, allowing it to do what it wished, to become what it desired.

Gradually, she felt herself merging with the storm—each snowflake an extension of her consciousness, each gust of wind the rhythm of her breath.

"Listen, Snowcai—believe in yourself, not the version of you that I believe in, nor the version of me that you believe in. Believe in the you who believes in herself!"

Though she didn't fully understand, this was the first time anyone had asked her to believe in herself—to give her trust.

—It filled her with determination.

She pressed two fingers together and extended them forward.

The girl suddenly smiled.

She recalled last night, when everyone gathered—both in reality and in the chat group—split into two battlefields debating what to name the new technique she had created under the dual guidance of Esdes and Huanhai Granny.

Of course, Jia Qi's suggestion had unsurprisingly crushed all others, winning the majority's approval—it was named—

"Ice Gale Boundless Sword!!"

She whispered it, her breath condensing into frost in the air.

The moisture in the air no longer drifted down as gentle snowflakes; instead, it crystallized into sharp ice blades, coalescing and arranging themselves in layers, one upon another, like mountain ridges, like clustered peaks.

"Go!"

With her motion, the surrounding air froze abruptly; the ice blades and frost edges, as if pulled by an invisible force, surged forward like a tidal wave—crisscrossing, vast as an endless ice storm, sweeping everything away.

Across the earth, an endless glacier of interwoven ice blades sprouted.

Each ice blade glowed crystal-clear, its blade transparent as crystal; wherever its curved edge passed, cold energy raged and snow churned—this technique, seemingly capable of tearing heaven and earth, piercing through all things, finally targeted the figure just ahead…

Jia Qi!!

In the center of this silver-clad world, the scene there was utterly different—Jia Qi sat cross-legged, eyes half-closed, expression serene, as if fused with heaven and earth.

He hadn't moved an inch—indeed, he hadn't made any motion at all, as if completely unaware of Snowcai's attack, merely standing there as a stationary target. Even stranger, he floated three feet above the ground.

Around him, the snow seemed pushed away by an invisible force, forming a circular clearing several meters in diameter—the ground pristine, untouched by a single snowflake.

A faint aura subtly shimmered around Jia Qi's body, forming an invisible barrier.

The relentless tide of ice blades surged forward and slammed violently into that barrier.

Boom—

The ice blades, as hard as steel, shattered instantly into a thousand glittering fragments before the ordinary-looking spherical shield—but the assault did not slow; wave after wave crashed forward without pause.

Yet that protective spiritual light was unyielding, unbreakable, despairingly resilient—this invisible wall guarded Jia Qi's surroundings firmly; though faint, it radiated an immovable, weighty solidity.

Thousands upon thousands of strikes struck the spiritual light every second, yet left not a single mark—instead, they shattered themselves upon impact.

The spiritual light rippled with faint concentric waves, dissipating the force like water, then swiftly returning to stillness—as if mocking every attempt to break it. Even beneath a storm of relentless assault, the spiritual light remained as unmoving as Mount Tai, showing not the slightest tremor.

"Achoo!"

Mudan sneezed, having somehow become corporeal, now clad in a thick dark down jacket, watching from afar while rubbing her hands and shouting things like "Snowcai, go!" and "Such strong spiritual pressure!"—no wonder she was the ghost with the most clothing in the entire Spirit Realm.

"Hey, cheer for me too!"

"Eeek! A ghost!"

The snow and wind died down; the tall figure of Snowcai, weary yet smiling peacefully, appeared beside Mudan, startling her.

In just a few dozen days, Snowcai's demonic power had doubled, then doubled again. As the twin sister of the Flying Shadow, she was certainly no ordinary talent—and with Huanhai's guidance, her rapid progress was only natural.

But Jia Qi's spiritual power, once barely enough to play with string, had surged forward at a pace that left Huanhai stunned, rocketing upward day by day.

"Am I a once-in-a-million teaching genius?"

Huanhai, who had watched the entire scene from the rooftop, muttered under her breath.

—Jia Qi's cultivation, complete—

(End of chapter)