Chapter 103: Ji Siyu’s Situation

The Purple Gold True Dragon carried Chen Chuan at full speed toward the palace.

Getting ahead of most Cultivators, it dived into the grand, wide-open gates of the Ice Palace.

Inside the gates was a world completely different from the deathly silence and cold outside.

The view suddenly opened up, with a high-hanging dome that seemed like a world of its own.

Endless deep blue ice crystals formed the main body of the palace, emitting a soft yet cold light that illuminated the interior like daylight.

The air was filled with extremely pure ice-attribute energy.

But deeper inside, a sharp Sword Intent that made the Soul tremble was hidden.

Chen Chuan’s gaze immediately pierced through layers of space, locking onto the massive altar at the deepest part of the palace.

The ice bed carved from Profound Ice Marrow still emitted a bone-chilling cold.

And that white figure still lay there quietly.

Ji Siyu’s eyes were tightly shut, her long eyelashes frosted, and the nine-colored divine light surrounding her seemed to have thickened slightly, as if she were undergoing a final transformation.

"Si Yu!" Chen Chuan’s heart tightened.

In his vision, Ji Siyu’s Soul Sea seemed to have turned into two distinct spheres of light colliding violently.

One was pure and slightly fragile, representing the Ji Siyu of this life.

The other was vast and cold, carrying an eternal majesty; it was the Soul imprint of her past life, the Ice Phoenix Divine Emperor.

At this moment, the two were at a critical juncture in the struggle for dominance; any external interference could lead to unpredictable consequences.

At best, it would cause memory confusion; at worst, Soul damage, or even allow that cold past-life will to take complete control.

"Ten minutes... I still need ten minutes!" Chen Chuan instantly judged the situation, and his heart sank.

These ten minutes would be the key to determining whether his wife could return safely.

"Good heavens!"

Just then, Ao Kun beneath him made an exaggerated slurping sound.

Those massive Dragon eyes stared like copper bells, fixed intently on Ji Siyu on the ice bed:

"Beautiful! So beautiful! Which family’s Fairy has fallen to the mortal realm? Look at this face, this figure, this temperament... Ow!"

"The Dragon Lord feels his Dragon heart, dormant for ten thousand years, starting to throb again! Big brother, this chick, uh?"

Before Ao Kun could finish his smooth talk, his Dragon body suddenly stiffened, as if frozen by invisible ice.

It stared fixedly at Ji Siyu’s beautiful yet familiarly majestic profile; the wretched smile on its Dragon face instantly froze, replaced by a ghost-like horror.

"Wait! This... this woman... no, this big shot... she, she, she..."

Ao Kun’s voice trembled, and his Dragon claws instinctively took half a step back, nearly shaking Chen Chuan off.

"Is she that Ice Phoenix hag who sealed the Dragon Lord?"

"How could she be here?"

After the horror, a fierce light and boundless wretchedness suddenly burst from Ao Kun’s Dragon eyes.

It lowered its voice and said viciously:

"Damn it, enemies truly meet on a narrow path. While she’s weak, take her life."

"She seems very weak right now; it’s the perfect time for the Dragon Lord to wash away past shame and take revenge. Watch the Dragon Lord blast her to death with a breath of Dragon fire..."

Before it could finish, a fist containing terrifying power slammed into its Dragon head again.

Bang!

"Ow!" Ao Kun’s Dragon body trembled in pain, and he turned to look at Chen Chuan piteously. "Big brother, why did you hit me again?"

Chen Chuan’s face was as grim as water, his gaze cold as a knife, and his voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an unquestionable resolve:

"Her name is Ji Siyu, and she is my wife. If you dare touch a single hair on her head, I will strip your Dragon bones to make soup."

"What? Wi... wife?" Ao Kun was completely dumbfounded, his Dragon mouth hanging open wide enough to fit a cow, and his Dragon whiskers stiffened:

"Big brother, you’re not joking, right? Say it again."

"She is the Ice Phoenix Divine Emperor, the one who looks down on everyone, views all living beings as ants, and even chopped off an ancient True Dragon’s horn with a single sword strike when he courted her—that Ice Phoenix Divine Emperor is your wife?"

"How is this possible? You’re just a Lower Realm..."

Chen Chuan didn’t bother wasting words with it and directly sent a sound transmission: "She is the Reincarnation of the Ice Phoenix Divine Emperor; her past-life memories haven’t fully awakened yet."

"Rein... Reincarnation? Not awakened yet?" Ao Kun was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

An extremely complex expression appeared on its Dragon face.

There was relief, lingering fear, and a trace of inexplicable sympathy as it looked at Chen Chuan:

"I see... Big brother, you... you’re playing a dangerous game!"

"When she wakes up and remembers her past life, knowing that you... tsk tsk tsk, the Dragon Lord doesn’t even dare to imagine that scene..."

In the brief moment of communication between the man and the Dragon, the sound of breaking air erupted behind them!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... Like a swarm of locusts, dense figures of Cultivators rushed into the main hall.

Cultivators from various Upper Realm forces instantly made the vast hall feel somewhat crowded.

Everyone’s eyes were immediately drawn to the altar and the figure on the ice bed.

"Is that... a person?"

"What a beautiful woman. Who is she? Why is she here?"

"There’s someone on the ice bed. Could she have already obtained the Legacy?"

"Look quickly above the altar! What kind of Medicinal Pill is that? Such a dense power of Origin."

Exclamations and greedy gasps rose one after another.

Above the altar, ten Medicinal Pills emitting various misty lights and majestic medicinal power floated quietly.

Like ten small suns, they instantly ignited the fire of desire in everyone’s hearts.

In contrast, the beautiful woman on the ice bed temporarily became a background in the eyes of most people.

An Opportunity!

A world-shaking Opportunity was right before their eyes!

The crowd began to stir; some impatient ones could no longer hold back, their spiritual power surging as they prepared to rush toward the altar.

Just then, a cold voice like a thunderclap exploded in the hall, clearly reaching everyone’s ears:

"Within a hundred meters of the altar is my forbidden zone. Anyone who enters without permission will be killed without mercy!"

The voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a resolute determination and an unquestionable majesty.

Swish!

Everyone’s gaze instantly shifted from the altar’s Medicinal Pills and focused on the source of the voice.

On the young man standing before the Purple Gold True Dragon, who had an ordinary face but a tall, straight posture and eyes as sharp as a hawk’s.

After a brief silence, there was a burst of laughter and disdain.

"Hahaha! What did he say? Kill without mercy? Did I hear that right?" a Disciple from a great sect of the Upper Realm laughed hysterically.

"Second Level of the Transcendence Realm? Where did this ant come from, daring to speak so arrogantly here?"

"Just him and that loach? They want to block all of us? What a joke!"

"This kid must have lost his mind, blinded by the Divine Pills!"

In the Jun Family camp, a middle-aged expert with a powerful Aura who had reached the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm stepped forward.

His gaze was disdainful, as if looking at a buzzing fly, and he sneered:

"You were lucky to escape outside just now, and now you dare to jump out and seek death?"

"Do you really think that having a long worm protecting you means you can do whatever you want?"

Nearby, a Prodigy from the True Dragon Nest, emitting pure Dragon pressure, cast a disgusted look at the old dragon Ao Kun.

Then he mocked Chen Chuan: "Lower Realm peasant, you certainly have a big appetite. Wanting to hog the Divine Pills for yourself? Aren’t you afraid of bursting your stomach!"

A female Cultivator from the True Phoenix Nest, draped in a Seven-Colored Cloud Garment and possessing a noble and cold temperament, also frowned slightly and spoke coldly:

"Overestimating yourself. Even if you and this True Dragon both have the combat power of the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm, here you are merely an ant trying to stop a carriage."

Hundreds of Cultivators had gathered here; how could they possibly let Chen Chuan monopolize those ten Divine Pills?

Chen Chuan and the old dragon Ao Kun alone certainly couldn’t stop these people.

"Big brother... should... should we reconsider?"

Ao Kun was being stared at by hundreds of gazes, many of which carried the Aura of the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm.

It felt its dragon scales tighten, and the voice it used to quickly transmit to Chen Chuan carried a sob:

"There are ten at the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm opposite us, at least twenty at the Eighth Level, and nearly a thousand others combined. How the hell are we supposed to fight?"

"They could drown us both with just one spit each!"

"Protecting your wife shouldn’t be done like this. Let’s plan carefully; how about a strategic retreat?"

Chen Chuan was deaf to the surrounding mockery and Ao Kun’s advice.

His eyes remained calm, but beneath that calmness was a determination like ten-thousand-year-old profound ice.

He had to buy these ten minutes for Si Yu!

"Stubborn fool. Since you seek death, I shall grant it to you."

The Jun Family Expert at the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm lost his patience, killing intent flashing in his eyes.

He moved, turning into a streak of light, and struck a palm directly toward Chen Chuan.

The palm wind was fierce and contained terrifying power, clearly intending a one-hit kill.

"Damn it! Do you really think the Dragon Lord is just for show!"

Although Ao Kun was cowardly, he knew even better that if Chen Chuan died, he would be finished too.

He let out a roar, and his purple-gold dragon scales shone brightly.

A massive Dragon claw tore through the Void Realm, carrying an irresistible power as it brazenely met the Jun Family Expert’s palm print.

Boom!

An energy storm swept through the hall, shaking many lower-cultivation Cultivators and forcing them back repeatedly.

Thud, thud, thud!

The Jun Family Expert was actually forced back three steps by Ao Kun’s claw, a trace of shock and solemnity flashing across his face.

He hadn’t expected the power of this Purple Gold True Dragon to be so formidable.

"Do you all see? This beast’s strength is not to be underestimated!" The Jun Family Expert steadied himself, his face grim.

He shouted to the other Upper Realm forces around him: "If you want to get the Divine Pills, we must join forces to deal with these two eyesores."

"Exactly! Let’s go together, kill this dragon first, then take the Medicinal Pills!" The True Dragon Nest Prodigy, who had long disliked Ao Kun, immediately echoed the sentiment.

Seeing the battle on the verge of breaking out, the situation was as precarious as a pile of eggs.

But at this moment, Chen Chuan closed his eyes.

"Holy crap! Big brother, what are you doing? Closing your eyes to wait for death at a time like this?" Ao Kun’s Soul was Flying Away and Spirit Scattering in fear.

In the next moment, Chen Chuan’s consciousness sank into the System Store, his gaze quickly scanning the dazzling array of goods.

His gaze finally landed on an item.

[Absolute Defense Barrier], Price: 200 million gold tickets!

Effect: Can generate a protective shield on one person that lasts for ten minutes.

Defensive Power: Can withstand all attacks below the Saint Realm.

"Purchase!"

[Ding! 200 million gold tickets consumed. The item has been delivered to the System space. Please check it, Host.]

Almost the instant the purchase was successful, Chen Chuan snapped his eyes open, and a palm-sized object like a crystal plate appeared in his hand.

Without hesitation, he injected the Chaotic Spiritual Power from his body into it and then threw it forcefully toward the altar.

Buzz!

An invisible but visible pale-golden light membrane appeared, instantly and perfectly enveloping Ji Siyu on the ice bed.

Complex and profound runes flowed over the light membrane, emitting an indestructible and heavy Aura.

This sudden scene caused the Cultivators, who were about to swarm forward, to freeze again.

Then, even louder laughter erupted.

"Hahaha! I thought it was some kind of trump card, but it’s just a turtle shell."

"Hilarious! What use is an energy shield created by a Second Level of the Transcendence Realm trash? I could smash it with one punch."

"A deathbed struggle, only adding to the joke."

"Kid, do you think this thin layer of light can block so many of us?"

Everyone present wore a contemptuous sneer.

They could feel that this protective shield was somewhat extraordinary.

But they absolutely didn’t believe that a kid from the Second Level of the Transcendence Realm in the Lower Realm could bring out a defensive treasure that even they couldn’t shake.

Chen Chuan slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the dense crowd before him, finally landing on the pale-golden protective shield, his heart settling slightly.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward again, and stood side by side with the snarling Ao Kun.

Facing the thousands of enemies, his voice was calm yet like a thunderclap, resounding through the hall once more:

"I said, a hundred meters from the altar is a forbidden zone."

"Now, who wants to be the first to try?"

Against the backdrop of the grand Ice Palace and countless powerful enemies, his figure appeared so lonely, yet it seemed to reach the heavens and touch the earth.

Ten minutes, can he hold out?

Chen Chuan clenched his fists, his gaze sharp as a knife.

Even if he couldn’t, he had to.