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Chapter 332: Bai Zhenzhen Practices Swordplay, Zhang Yu Thaws
After Le Mulan awakened her Dao Seed—Deep Cold Mana Vein—Zhang Yu wasted no time in replicating it into his Dao Zong Spectrum.
Now, alongside his Third Eye Ability (Spirit Root) Level 1, the spectrum displayed a new entry: Deep Cold Mana Vein (Martial Energy) Level 1.
As Zhang Yu activated the newly acquired vein, his entire body froze solid. His consciousness grew hazy, his senses blurred, and the world around him faded into a muffled fog.
His mind, too, seemed paralyzed—stuck in a state of icy stillness, as if trapped in an endless winter.
All he could barely sense was a strange, indescribable transformation occurring within his body, overwhelmed by an overwhelming chill.
How long had passed? He couldn’t tell.
Then—suddenly—a warm sensation bloomed at his back. Something soft pressed against him, gently melting the frost within his frame, radiating a soothing warmth that seeped into his bones.
With his mind still locked in stiffness, Zhang Yu could only act on instinct—his body instinctively craving that heat. As his movements slowly returned, his subconscious arms wrapped around the source of warmth, clinging to it like a lifeline.
Slowly, clarity returned.
He opened his eyes and saw something flickering before him—something pulsing.
“Huh?”
“Someone’s contacting me?”
Zhang Yu blinked, confused. Then it hit him: Right… today was the time for my call with A Zhen.
His thoughts still sluggish, he reflexively accepted the communication request.
The next moment, Bai Zhenzhen’s Ling Realm projection materialized within his Eye Armor.
She stood there, drenched in sweat, her entire body steaming, breath puffing white into the air.
Zhang Yu frowned. “Just finished training?”
Bai Zhenzhen nodded, wiping her brow. “Just finished sword drills. Why did it take you so long to answer?”
Zhang Yu froze—then blinked. Wait… was I just…?
As his mental faculties returned, memories flashed through his mind—Le Mulan’s Dao Seed, the sudden wave of cold, the loss of consciousness…
Ah… right. After I activated Le Mulan’s Dao Seed, I passed out for a while?
Then, he noticed it—his own body was suddenly warm, as if heat were radiating from Bai Zhenzhen’s projection across the Ling Network.
Why do I feel so hot? Could it be… that her heat is bleeding through the connection?
The realization struck him like lightning.
With his Third Eye Ability still active, he saw it clearly—Le Mulan was behind him, wrapped around him like an octopus, pressed tightly against his back.
Zhang Yu immediately sent a private message through his Spirit Armor:
What are you doing?
He tried to stand—but felt a powerful, muscular thigh clamp down on his waist, sending waves of intense heat through his body.
Simultaneously, Le Mulan’s messages flooded in:
Le Mulan: Don’t move. You were frozen solid by my Martial Energy. I’m warming you up.
Le Mulan: Your energy was completely frozen—extremely dangerous.
Le Mulan: To help, I boosted my blood temperature—my whole body’s burning hot now.
Le Mulan: You’re thawing nicely. Let me warm your dantian a bit more.
Le Mulan: Don’t move. You’ll risk internal damage.
Then, her hands slid from behind, gently pressing onto Zhang Yu’s lower abdomen.
Zhang Yu winced. “Gah!”
Bai Zhenzhen tilted her head, concerned. “Yu-zi, what’s wrong?”
Zhang Yu gritted his teeth. Can’t tell the truth. If A Zhen finds out, she’ll mock me mercilessly—and look down on me.
“Just… practicing cultivation,” he muttered, frowning.
At the same time, he subtly adjusted the communication settings—only showing his upper body.
Le Mulan’s voice came from behind, soft and surprised:
“Huh? Your side isn’t frozen?”
Zhang Yu inhaled sharply and clamped down hard on her hands, stopping her from moving further.
Zhang Yu: I’m fine. Stop moving, or I’ll charge you.
Le Mulan: I should’ve paid you already. How much do you want?
Fujie watched from the corner, smirking inwardly. Pfft. Such self-control. Still a rookie. Dreaming of Hehuan University?
Bai Zhenzhen’s expression twisted with disdain. “You little creep.”
“Don’t tell me you’re doing that again?”
“Tch. No wonder it took you so long to answer.”
“Seriously… are you on video call with me while doing that?”
She sighed. “Ugh. I knew it—once I’m gone, you’d go wild.”
She shook her head. “Should’ve cut your roots before I left.”
Zhang Yu flushed. “What are you talking about? I’m not like Yu Xinghan!”
Bai Zhenzhen smirked. “Then show me both hands. Together.”
Zhang Yu froze—his hands still gripping Le Mulan’s.
Before he could react, Bai Zhenzhen’s expression darkened, her lips curling. “Fine. I know you. If you want to watch me do it, go ahead. Who else would help you? You’re my brother.”
Zhang Yu’s eye twitched. Damn it… I’m not doing anything!
“Mm-hmm,” Bai Zhenzhen drawled, shifting topics with a lazy smirk.
Moments later, the call ended.
Zhang Yu exhaled, turning to Le Mulan. “You…”
“Sigh. My lifelong reputation… ruined by you.”
Zhang Yu groaned internally. Now how do I face her again? I’ll never be able to look her in the eye.
Le Mulan hesitated. “You… were talking to someone just now?”
“Yes,” Zhang Yu snapped. “And listen—no more touching me without permission. Got it?”
Le Mulan looked genuinely concerned. “I was worried you’d suffer frostbite. You looked terrifying.”
Zhang Yu paused. Then it clicked. Right… Deep Cold Mana Vein.
He immediately checked his internal state.
His Martial Energy pulsed with icy tendrils, flowing through his meridians like clusters of crystalline frost. His entire body felt like ice—his temperature far below normal.
He tested it—activating a small burst of his energy. Instantly, a strange toxin surged through it.
The cold toxin was subtle at first—unnoticeable. But if accumulated, it could suddenly explode, freezing an opponent’s blood and Martial Energy from within.
“Cold toxin… so that’s what this is,” Zhang Yu mused. “It boosts my Gāngqì’s power.”
He recalled both of them freezing solid—himself and Le Mulan—likely due to the toxin’s first uncontrolled manifestation. But now that he’d experienced it, he knew he wouldn’t fall unconscious again if he used it properly.
Still… even if Le Mulan hadn’t helped, I’d have been fine eventually.
But she didn’t know I could replicate her Dao Seed… can’t blame her.
He thought back to his fight with Cong Na. If I’d had this Deep Cold Mana Vein then… it would’ve been easier.
Then, he tested something else—focusing energy in his palm.
He froze his Gāngqì.
The hardened energy was now rigid, dense—like ice.
Zhang Yu studied it. Freezing Gāngqì… not just for attack. It could reshape my energy form.
He pondered. But the trade-off? More energy drain, slower movement… yet higher power transmission.
Just then, a burst of Gāngqì swept past him—snatching something from the air.
Zhang Yu focused.
A fine white powder drifted down.
“Wait… medicine powder?”
“No… flour.”
Flour? Where did that come from?
He scanned the area—then froze.
His gaze locked onto the dark tunnel.
Activating his Ritual Power, he summoned the camera feed into his vision.
The image before him sent a jolt through his mind.
His breath caught.
Darkness Seed Realm?
(End of Chapter)
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