When the Ming Jade Technique is cultivated to its peak, if the practitioner channels their full internal energy, a strange phenomenon occurs: the entire body transforms into a state like crystalline ice and jade, the skin so pale it’s almost transparent, and you can nearly see the veins beneath. This marks the transition from sixty years of acquired cultivation to the first tier of innate mastery.
If the practitioner doesn’t have the later Ming Moon Divine Technique, this transitional state can linger for ages—until they figure out the next step themselves. But with the Ming Moon Divine Technique, all that icy true energy turns into Supreme Yin cold energy, achieving a qualitative leap. From then on, each step is a new tier, each advancement brings another transformation, and the Supreme Yin cold energy gets even chillier. Across the martial world, the Ming Moon Divine Technique is truly the top-tier ice-based skill.
If moonlight shines on the Ninth Heaven, and a top-tier master at the Grand Limit level unleashes the Ming Moon Divine Technique, the cold energy connects sky and earth, turning air into ice—freezing a hundred miles is no exaggeration. A Grand Limit master is probably the strongest possible under the concept of 'human.' If they go all out, their power rivals the forbidden spells of archmages.
This Nine Heavens Cold Star fell from the sky. Even if it once held unimaginable cold, after being scorched by earthfire for countless ages, there’s not much left now. But compared to mere low temperatures, its greatest value is the trace of innate spiritual resonance formed during its endless, lonely drift across the universe. That resonance is both precious and terrifying—the chill itself is secondary. It’s like the Monkey King, who was shaped by a trace of spiritual resonance in stone, and later became the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.
This stone sphere is the core of the fallen star, the place where spiritual resonance is most concentrated. The Juehuan Sword is kept here precisely to nurture spirit with spirit. If you use the cold star’s resonance well, it’s a rare treasure under heaven. But if you can’t handle it, it’s deadly—like nuclear material: a treasure to those who know how to use it, instant death to those who don’t.
If a Grand Limit master were here, maybe they could absorb and refine this peerless cold, even make it their own to boost their cultivation. But unfortunately, neither Jack Young nor Princess Embroidered Jade have Grand Limit-level skills. If either came alone, they’d be dead for sure. Luckily, Jack Young took the first hit and braced himself against the initial wave of cold. Then Princess Embroidered Jade used her Ming Moon Sixth Heaven skill to draw it away, barely keeping things under control for a while.
But that ‘while’ isn’t going to last long.
An endless chill poured in from the hilt of the Juehuan Sword, flooding Jack Young’s arms and body—he didn’t even have the strength to curse. The stone sphere hadn’t shown a single sign of weirdness earlier; he’d even cautiously probed it with true energy and nothing happened. Who could’ve guessed that pulling the sword would unleash something this deadly?
His whole body and true energy were nearly frozen solid; only his tough mind kept him going. In a daze, he suddenly remembered his college days. He recalled winter at college, when the bathhouse was far from the dorm. The guys were too lazy to change shoes, so they’d dash out in slippers. By the time they reached the bathhouse, their legs were numb with cold. When hot water hit their skin, it didn’t feel warm—it was just pain: numb, itchy, and sore all at once.
He’d grown up in the north and never got frostbite in twenty years. But his first year of college in the south, three toes got it. No heating in the south—inside and outside, it’s all cold. That kind of chill really stuck with him. The kind where you refuse to get in bed, and once it’s warm you refuse to get out, holding it in just to avoid the bathroom, and desperately wishing you could go home and hug the radiator for a good night’s sleep—that’s cold.
Ever since he started cultivating, his body had become less and less human—he thought he’d left that kind of cold behind. Even the winds of Antarctica couldn’t shake him. But today, faced with this matchless, ancient chill, he was reminded of one thing: I’m still afraid of the cold.
"Embroidered Jade, let go!" Girl, you can’t hold out! With their true energy connected and the cold flowing, their skin pressed even closer together—he knew exactly how Embroidered Jade was doing. Compared to Jack Young, her body was much weaker. Her Sixth Heaven Supreme Yin cold energy was strong, but compared to this freakish chill, it didn’t measure up.
"No!" Embroidered Jade’s stubborn voice came from behind. Because she’d cultivated Supreme Yin cold energy for so long, she was struggling too, but not easily frozen—she could still speak clearly.
"Let go—please—"
"I won’t! I won’t! I absolutely won’t!" The usually cool and quiet girl shouted with unprecedented passion: "No matter what—I won’t—" Her voice broke off abruptly as her whole body was suddenly frozen solid. The Sixth Heaven Supreme Yin cold energy failed, unable to handle so much freakish chill. Her blood slowed and weakened, her life force about to be completely frozen.
In that instant, Jack Young’s stiff eyelids flew open—he felt his heart suddenly seize. A huge wave of fear crashed over him, so familiar it was like déjà vu, gripping his heart tight.
Fear—he was really afraid. Was it fear of death?
No, it’s not just fear of dying—it’s fear of losing someone!
No, I can’t die, I mustn’t die—Embroidered Jade can’t die, absolutely can’t!
It’s because you’re afraid, that you have to respect fear.
It’s because you respect fear, that you have to conquer it!
Keep it moving, keep it moving—you have to keep it moving! You can’t rely on that sometimes-helpful statue for support when things get dangerous; you have to depend on yourself! In the height of emotion, his crown chakra bloomed petal by petal until there were nine hundred and fifty. The crown chakra turned into a radiant wheel, spiritual light shining brilliantly, illuminating his sea of consciousness. In this desperate moment, Jack Young finally thought of the only solution.
Sense it, just try to sense it—this cold is still a form of energy!
Embroidered Jade’s desperate absorption got it flowing, and as long as it’s moving energy, there’s always a way!
Hard to sense, hard to control—it’s just because his mental strength isn’t strong enough, and his heart isn’t calm enough. Mental strength can’t be boosted in a flash, but there’s still a way to calm the heart: the Heart Severing and Thought Cutting Technique!
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Since his body’s already frozen, why not freeze his heart too? In absolute stillness, search for that one chance at life!
Jack Young’s wide eyes lost their usual sharp, fiery look and turned cold, lifeless. Just moments ago, he was like a blazing fire, but now the flames died quickly. It was as if all his feelings—love, hate, joy, sorrow—were washed away, leaving only the purest, crystal-clear will, like an icy lake. He went from a fully alive person to a block of wood, a statue, a robot.
No, calling him a robot isn’t quite right—it’s more like that ‘dummy’ state he was in when carrying Luo Yuxi away. Because when you’re a ‘dummy,’ your mind is clear and free. No biases, no fixed patterns, nothing clouding your judgment.
No evil, no filth—a heart as pure as the Dao.
Whoosh—Jack Young suddenly underwent a massive transformation. His healthy wheat-colored skin turned pure white like jade. From the roots, his hair started turning silver, spreading all the way to the tips until it was completely white. And it didn’t stop there—the ends kept growing, turning into icy threads, matching the hair’s texture and color, making his medium-length hair instantly long and flowing.
At the same time, the chill around him condensed into a robe that covered his whole body, merging with his original clothes into a brand-new outfit—luxurious and imposing beyond words.
It was just a change in appearance, but his whole vibe shifted instantly. Jack Young used to be the gentle, friendly big brother type—a warm guy with a touch of class. Now he radiated cold, icy light, like a demonic god carved from frozen jade. Mysterious, transcendent, and lonely, his eyes glowed with a cold moonlight, emotionless and intimidating.
The frozen jade demon god suddenly moved—his left hand grabbed the hilt of the Juehuan Sword, and his statue avatar struck out, leaving a mark in the void. But strangely, this avatar, besides its usual gold, was tinged with a white jade glow. The avatar stamped out a copy, which flew into the Juehuan Sword. The sword’s light exploded, its blade shining, ringing with power. It changed from an unremarkable hunk of iron to a peerless divine sword brimming with immortal energy.
Meanwhile, his right arm reached around Embroidered Jade. The frozen jade demon god held the equally icy-glowing Embroidered Jade tightly in his arms, gently patting her back. His movements were stiff, like a statue, but in that moment his right hand was as tender as a lover or a parent. The gentle pats worked wonders—the freakish chill in Embroidered Jade’s body obediently retreated into the frozen jade demon god.
Bits of ethereal light gathered on Embroidered Jade’s forehead, pooling into a sparkling teardrop-shaped gem at her brow. It wasn’t a physical object, but the manifestation of the fallen star’s spiritual resonance. That heaven-born, earth-nurtured divine soul essence gathered at her brow, then sank into her upper dantian. Embroidered Jade was always a spirited girl, but now, with this change, she seemed even more ethereal and enchanting.
A girl like this should only exist in heaven—how many times do you see such beauty on earth?
Embroidered Jade shuddered and opened her eyes; the teardrop gem vanished into her brow. She looked like she’d just woken from a dream, her memory patchy—it was clear the chill had pushed her to the edge. She blinked in confusion, then realized she was being held, and immediately jumped back with a startled yelp.
She was a master, after all—her reaction was lightning-fast. Her eyes flicked over the person in front of her. The look had changed, the vibe was totally different, but Embroidered Jade quickly called out, "Jack... Jack Young?" Then she thought for a moment and decided another name fit better: "Dummy?"
Crack! With a sound like ice cubes clinking, the frozen jade demon god nodded. He had no expression, but his gaze toward Embroidered Jade was a little warmer, and he immediately handed her a cup of purified liquid. The chill swirling around instantly turned it into a cold drink.