At this point, he asked with a chuckle:
"But it’s not too late now. As long as you kneel and kowtow to me, call me master, voluntarily sever all ties with Lin Beichen, I will accept you as my disciple and make you an inner sect disciple of the thousand-year Thunder Blade Sect."
As soon as he said this, the crowd from Zhongcheng Hall was in an uproar.
All eyes turned to Zhao Weinan, filled with envy, jealousy, and fury.
The inner sect disciples, like Zhao Wuxing, clenched their fists tightly, their teeth almost biting out blood, wishing they could take her place.
Why is Zhao Weinan so lucky?
Why does everything always fall into her lap?
However, just when everyone thought Zhao Weinan would kowtow, they saw that she remained unmoved.
Qin Wenhua did not wait long.
Only five seconds later, he let out a cold snort.
"Since you don’t want to be my disciple, become my slave! I want to see if your affection for Lin Beichen is true and if Lin Beichen feels the same about you."
Before his words finished, Qin Wenhua suddenly waved his hand, and a surge of energy swept across the sky, instantly enveloping Zhao Weinan.
No matter how strong-willed Zhao Weinan was, she was still just a weak woman.
When the energy hit her, her pretty face immediately turned pale, and her body involuntarily trembled a few times.
But even so, Zhao Weinan still gritted her teeth and persisted.
The white energy, like an invisible entity, fell on Zhao Weinan’s body and instantly drilled into her body.
Zhao Weinan only felt her whole body turn cold, as waves of cold energy surged around her, as if she were in an extremely cold ice cellar.
Although the autumn wind in the Imperial Capital was red and the summer heat was gone, it was just the end of summer, far from turning into winter.
Zhao Weinan wore a chiffon blouse on her upper body, with a light yellow jacket coat outside.
However, when the energy entered her body, she shivered violently as if she were in the icy cold of winter.
A milky frost seemed to appear on Zhao Weinan’s skin, with a layer of ice and snow covering her eyebrows.
Even from several meters away, the change in her body temperature could be sensed.
"I have been cultivating in extreme cold conditions for decades, enduring the devastation of sub-zero winds. The energy I just unleashed is but a trace of the cold energy in my ice hell!"
"This trace of energy will absorb a strand of your Yang Qi every hour.
And every time it absorbs a strand of Yang Qi, its cold energy will grow stronger, until all your Yang Qi is absorbed and you become a complete ice sculpture!"
Qin Wenhua said calmly, his hands gathering another ball of blue light.
The crowd from Zhongcheng Hall was instantly terrified and retreated.
Is this Qin Wenhua’s method?
Thirty years ago, he had killed hundreds of people from Zhongcheng Hall using these techniques and severely injured the patriarch.
Everyone stared blankly at Zhao Weinan, their earlier envy and jealousy now replaced by fear.
How could there be someone in this world who could absorb another’s warmth with a wave of the hand, turning a living person into an ice sculpture?
Isn’t this kind of exaggerated scene only seen in movies?
Qin Wenhua looked at the crowd with amusement, smiled leisurely, and turned to leave.
"There is no need to find a doctor; modern science can’t resolve this cold energy. To counter my cold energy, at least a peak expert of the Death Gate Realm would be needed. With Zhongcheng Hall’s strength, only Lin Beichen could intervene.
If you don’t want to die, go find him and tell him that I am waiting for him at Jiangnan Water Village."
The crowd from Zhongcheng Hall stood frozen.
Although Zhongcheng Hall no longer had peerless experts, being trampled on without any power to resist was a feeling they had never experienced.
Can Lin Beichen stop Qin Wenhua?
Lin Beichen was indeed extraordinary, but thirty years ago, Qin Wenhua had already defeated Zhao Tianjie at his peak.
Now, thirty years later, even if both are geniuses, Lin Beichen still lacks too much growth.
Such a character is like the Five Finger Mountain pressing on Zhongcheng Hall, making it hard for them to breathe.
Everyone stared blankly, their hearts filled with sympathy and a complex feeling of shared fate.
If Zhao Weinan died, their future would not be better.
Moreover, killing someone quickly is one thing, but Qin Wenhua was too cruel, intending to drain Zhao Weinan’s Yang Qi.
A person being drained of all their heat and freezing to death, such a torture is no less painful than being sliced to death.
"Zhao Weinan, how do you feel?"
Zhao Yixia exclaimed, hugging her tightly to warm her up.
"I’m okay."
Zhao Weinan’s lips turned pale; she wanted to say something to comfort Zhao Yixia, who was panicking, but her body couldn’t stop trembling.
"Why are you all standing still? Hurry and find a doctor!"
Zhao Yixia screamed.
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately stepped forward to help.
They took Zhao Weinan to the hot springs area, turned on the hot air, provided warm stoves and hot tea, and placed Zhao Weinan into the hot pool.
But even after all this, Zhao Weinan showed no signs of improvement. Her face continued to whiten, as if it would soon become an ice sculpture.
"Uncle Jiu, the only option now is to find Lin Beichen; otherwise, Zhao Weinan will surely die."
Seeing the hot water pool gradually cooling down, Zhao Yixia broke into a cold sweat and looked at the elderly man outside.
"The doctor said there’s a very strange gas in Zhao Weinan’s body.
This gas keeps suppressing her body temperature. If this continues, in less than a month, her blood will freeze into frosty ice shards, freezing from the inside out. Eventually, even if there’s no visible injury on the outside, her insides will become an ice sculpture."
Hearing this, Zhao Yixia couldn’t help but shed two lines of hot tears.
Even merely describing this pain made her feel unbearable, while Zhao Weinan was enduring it every moment.
"Since Qin Wenhua is a Death Gate Realm expert, why is he so heartless? Zhao Weinan is just a weak woman who knows nothing!"
Zhao Yixia gritted her teeth.
Uncle Jiu sighed.
"Zhao Yixia, at Qin Wenhua’s level, human life and worldly morals no longer constrain him.
He doesn’t even see himself as human; in his eyes, we are just monkeys and ants. Would you feel sad for stepping on an ant?"
Hearing this, Zhao Yixia fell silent.
"This matter is beyond our capability to handle. Zhao Weinan is Lin Beichen’s woman. We must inform him as this is both reasonable and justified, luckily, we know he is at the Medicine Immortal Pavilion."
Uncle Jiu spoke and summoned people, giving orders.
Zhao Yixia silently stood by Zhao Weinan’s side, knowing this companionship was futile, but she couldn’t let Zhao Weinan face the pain alone.
She didn’t know if Lin Beichen would return.
Everyone said Lin Beichen was invincible, but is he truly invincible?
Thirty years ago, Qin Wenhua had the chance to kill Zhao Tianjie. If he had done so, doesn’t this mean Qin Wenhua was the real invincible one?
And decades ago, he was already invincible.
The news of Qin Wenhua’s appearance at Zhongcheng Hall spread quickly throughout the circle.
Lin Beichen caused a stir, but compared to him, Qin Wenhua’s reputation was greater and more fearsome.
Decades ago, in a turbulent era, he had created countless legends.
If not for the sudden appearance of a peerless expert a hundred years ago who defeated Qin Wenhua with less than three moves, Qin Wenhua might have never left Dragon Country to go overseas.
Now, a hundred years later, that peerless expert has vanished, while Qin Wenhua still lives, more vigorous than ever.
How powerful is Qin Wenhua now?
No one knows; they only know Qin Wenhua returned to Dragon Country to avenge Longhua Mountain.
Jiangnan Water Village.
The agreed battleground between Qin Wenhua and Lin Beichen.
He sits on an island in the water village every day, sometimes boating on the water, sometimes fishing by the river and sipping tea leisurely, like an immortal.
Qin Wenhua appears relaxed, but the martial world is in turmoil because of him.