[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-dao-dust-pearl":3,"chapter-the-dao-dust-pearl-the-dao-dust-pearl-chapter-28":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Dao Dust Pearl",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2359529,4614,"Chapter 28: Chapter Twenty-Eight: Pure as Ice, Clear as Jade, the Ice Soul True Qi","the-dao-dust-pearl-chapter-28",28,"\u003Cp>“I held him in the highest regard; when he came to the Shen household, I eagerly sought his advice on martial arts. Yet that very night, he sneaked into my chambers… I was so ashamed and furious I wanted to die. I told my parents, begging them to summon respected elders from the martial world to uphold justice. But the Shens advised me: ‘Since your purity is already lost, why not marry him?’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He knelt before me and bowed his head to the ground—a Grand Master…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One of the strongest martial masters in the world, he told me he loved me so deeply he committed this grave error. My parents, and you elders…” Shen Wanjun pointed at Master Kongming and Elder Wanshi, her voice filled with rage: “You too urged me to let it go, claiming it was for my reputation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I, Shen Wanjun, have lived my life pure and unyielding. I would rather die than keep this so-called reputation!” Her cry rang with finality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But my parents begged me to live, even threatening suicide, and he pleaded endlessly, even maiming himself…” Shen Wanjun whispered: “I thought I could forget it all, start anew. After all, he truly loved me—for my wish of an eternal bloom that never fades, of ice that never melts, he journeyed to the Western Regions to seize the rare flower Mandarolangalos, then braved the Arctic wastes, climbing the Heavenly Spirit Peak to carve out ten-thousand-year-old Ice Soul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet I could never forget. So I conspired with the Twelve Zodiacs, discovered the flaw in his true qi, refined the ten-thousand-year-old Ice Soul into the divine weapon Ice Soul True Qi, mixed Mandarolangalos into his food, and finally, beneath a breathtaking starry sky, killed him with this ice needle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He truly deserved to be a Grand Master—even after I pierced his brain with the Ice Soul needle, he still had the strength to say to me: ‘I’m sorry.’ The Ice Soul True Qi was something he went to great lengths to obtain for me. He always knew I poisoned him with the rare flower. Hahaha… My entire life, even my revenge was permitted by others…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Wanjun said calmly: “So my remaining years hold nothing but revenge. Against you hypocritical righteous elders. A pale revenge…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Kongming sighed deeply, ashamed: “Lady Shen, I was wrong!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re going to say something foolish like ‘Let me take your place, bear your punishment,’ don’t bother! My revenge is for the pride of my life. I did nothing wrong… So give me my end!” Shen Wanjun said calmly: “Lastly, though young Qian probably already guessed—I’ll say it anyway: Ba Can… you killed Kuai Yan Kuai Yu!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crippled beggar snarled: “Wretched woman, even as you die, you slander me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because your body is broken and you’re impotent, your mind twisted—you’ve murdered countless innocent women. I discovered that Xiao Luoyue Sword Yue Qing was killed by you. I planned to eliminate you long ago, but you were threatened by the Dragon Head and secretly defected to the Twelve Zodiacs. The Dragon Head said after this matter was settled, he’d hand you over to me. But I can’t wait any longer… So die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Shen Wanjun’s hand appeared a slender, crystal-clear, immaculate needle—the divine weapon forged from Ice Soul True Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ice Soul True Qi as a divine weapon was uniquely extraordinary. To Qian Chen, its quality was among the finest in the Central Land, a true qi-based divine weapon, fundamentally a refined essence of cosmic energy. This essence was so pure it held countless applications, yet its nature was too extreme for cultivators to harness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, someone devised a method to absorb this energy using one’s own true qi, transforming it into a divine skill or magic treasure. This extreme energy could then be utilized, known as Gangsha Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Wanjun’s Ice Soul True Qi was one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gangs of the Central Land: Ice Soul Cold Light Gang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Gangsha Qi were exceedingly precious. Given the world’s resources, they were among the rarest and most treasured heavenly treasures. Even in the Central Land, they were worth hundreds of millions. The only thing Qian Chen’s own wealth could rival was the White Bone Stupa before its seals were broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Wanjun slowly walked toward the crippled beggar. Everyone along the way was awed by her aura and dared not block her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crippled beggar struck out in fury, unleashing his Broken True Qi—its essence maimed the body’s vital energy, hiding lethal intent to destroy limbs, cruel and vicious. But the Ice Soul needle vanished from Shen Wanjun’s hand. A light, indescribable, born of the needle refracting moonlight, like a rainbow, dazzling beyond measure—just like the life of this extraordinary woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blood hole pierced through the crippled beggar’s third eye, deep into his brain. His face still bore utter terror and despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ice Soul needle that killed him dissolved into nothingness, returning to Shen Wanjun’s palm. Perhaps she loathed the blood of these men—so she forged this weapon from ten-thousand-year-old ice, capable of constant rebirth. She poured her fantasy of renewal into this needle, as if, after being defiled, she could return to purity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lady Shen…” Master Kongming said: “I take full responsibility. Shen Wanjun bears no guilt. All fault lies with me. I beg you heroes—let her go. I will personally go to the Tang family to beg forgiveness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Wanjun smiled: “No need.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned to Qian Chen and smiled: “You’re only fourteen, aren’t you? Though you’ve tried to look older, you can’t fool me.” She gave a sly grin—the first expression she’d shown beyond cold hatred. Qian Chen silently marveled: “When Shen Wanjun was young, she must have been just as radiant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She grew colder over time. The martial world assumed it was grief over her husband’s death. Who knew the unspeakable truth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Wanjun smiled: “They don’t say it, but they all think I’m wrong. Only you… seem to have some sense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t think you did right,” Qian Chen said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Wanjun shook her head: “No, they think I shouldn’t have resisted. You think I shouldn’t have joined the Twelve Zodiacs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You were already free!” Qian Chen said. “Why return to filth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As long as the world doesn’t see things as you do, how can I be free?” Shen Wanjun laughed bitterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A fourteen-year-old Grand Master—I truly wish to see you. To debate martial arts with a genius like you, and die in a full-power battle—that is the destiny of a martial cultivator. Come… fight me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Chen borrowed the sword from Kang Qiandeng, gripping the Jinghong Sword, and stepped into the main courtyard with Shen Wanjun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ice Soul needle gently shot forth—under the moonlight, like a flowing beam of light…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Chen walked slowly past Shen Wanjun, leaving a single sword mark on her third eye—like a vermilion mole on a beauty’s brow. Beneath the moon, her smile was peerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Chen held the Ice Soul needle, yet found it had not dissolved—it had condensed into a single speck of Ice Soul Cold Light Gang. Though tiny, the cold within the Gang was nearly infinite. Shen Wanjun had left this peerless divine weapon to the one person among them she didn’t despise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Chen held the needle in silence. Shen Wanjun seemed to be telling him through this needle—do not submit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even in death!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Medicinal God of the Twelve Zodiacs was dead, yet none among the gathered heroes showed joy. Master Kongming was even more heartbroken than if he himself had died, remaining in the courtyard, continuously chanting sutras for Shen Wanjun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Chen picked up the heads of Jiao Dou, Shigui, and Feihuang—the three Zodiacs—and looked at the Dawn God: “Why keep him alive? Are we waiting to invite him to breakfast?” Without even glancing at the Dawn God’s face, now strained with suppressed terror, he severed his head and walked away…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found Hong Sihai and asked: “Master Hong, where did Master Yuhuan die? I wish to pay my respects.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Sihai remained silent for a long while before speaking: “Yuhuan died in my elder brother’s funeral hall. His body still lies there. They were my closest kin. If you wish to offer the Twelve Zodiacs’ heads as tribute, I’ll come with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1388,"2026-06-21T05:39:58.326Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","03d1671f1850cd10429e879c6f9db1ac803ea952848f26504c1eaffb2317ab67","the-dao-dust-pearl-chapter-29","the-dao-dust-pearl-chapter-27",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-dao-dust-pearl-cover.jpg"]