Chapter 1948: Chapter 1947: The World Turns Bitterly Cold

Morning has descended.

Sunlight streams in from outside the window.

Outside the window, white birds sing joyfully, disturbing Wang Ye’s dream.

"It’s dawn."

Wang Ye opened his eyes and looked outside; the light was a bit glaring.

The surrounding air was chilly.

The cold air made Wang Ye shiver.

"Why is it so cold?"

Wang Ye frowned.

The weather in Blackwater City is not typically this cold.

Moreover, it’s already April, the season when flowers bloom.

This is definitely not a natural phenomenon; someone must be using a cultivation technique.

"Another peerless master has appeared."

Wang Ye murmured to himself.

Immediately, he mobilized his spiritual energy, dispersing the cold air around him.

His body emitted waves of heat.

Thus, the room became a bit warmer.

Then, Wang Ye sped toward Blackwater Square.

Flying over countless pavilions.

The cold wind was biting.

The closer he got to Blackwater Square, the more he felt the air becoming increasingly frigid.

Looking down at the ground.

Countless people were wrapped in mink coats, their noses reddened by the cold.

Some with weaker constitutions began sneezing directly.

Before long, he arrived at Blackwater Square.

The sight at Blackwater Square shocked him further.

As far as the eye could see, a thousand miles were frozen, and snow floated on ten thousand miles.

Countless people were frozen, a layer of frost over them.

Those with higher cultivation were circulating spiritual energy, forming an energy shield on their body to resist the cold.

The trees surrounding Blackwater Square had all turned into ice sculptures.

The sound of ice and snow freezing the plants could be heard.

On the platform, dark clouds gathered, emanating chill from within.

A man and a woman floated mid-air.

The man wore a long white robe, whiter than snow, his skin shining bright, holding an Ice Sword in his hand.

This man’s name was Qianli Han.

The cultivation technique he practiced belonged to the ice system.

He had practiced for ten thousand years and reached the realm of freezing a thousand miles.

Rumor had it that this person was reclusive, aloof, always hiding in ice and snow to cultivate.

The one battling him was Meisha.

Meisha was dressed in a black robe, one hand holding a scepter, the other clutching a ball of flame.

The flame emitted a faint glow, swaying in the wind.

Sooner or later, the flame would extinguish.

Meisha used all her spiritual energy to stimulate the flame, trying to make it grow larger.

Due to the rapid drop in surrounding temperature, frost had formed on her hair.

Even her long eyelashes bore icy traces.

"Beauty, won’t you surrender?"

"I’m sparing you because of your beauty, so don’t be ungrateful."

Han Qianli’s tone was extremely cold.

He had never seen such a stubborn girl.

This time, Han Qianli didn’t come for the Alliance Hierarch position.

He came to prove his strength.

If he defeated Meisha, he could enter the top three.

Meisha was trembling all over at this moment.

Thoughts of giving up surfaced in her mind.

But she felt a bit unwilling.

"In this world, the more you retreat, the harder the path becomes. No matter how high the mountain, if you’re willing to climb, it can become flatland. No matter how smooth the road, if you don’t walk it, it will become impassable."

Meisha gritted her teeth.

This battle, even if her bones shatter, she must not surrender.

The Ice Cleansing Technique inherently restrains fire-based techniques.

And Meisha practiced a fire-based technique.

In the battle with Han Qianli, she felt particularly strained.

"Fierce Fire True Heart Technique!"

The next second.

She transformed her blood energy into spiritual energy.

Her face instantly turned notably pale.

Yet her ice-frozen clothes and long hair emitted wisps of white steam.

The cold gradually dissipated.

Simultaneously, the flame in her palm suddenly expanded.

The surrounding temperature became somewhat scorching.

"Are you trying to resist? I’m telling you, it’s useless."

Han Qianli shook his head slightly.

He flicked his hand.

"Cold Wind Across!"

As soon as his words landed.

The skies changed color.

The cold wind roared.

The cold wind swept toward Meisha like a giant wave.

Meisha shuddered when she saw this.

Her body retreated repeatedly to avoid the fierce attack.

After battling Han Qianli just now, Meisha also realized that head-on confrontation would definitely lead to defeat.

Han Qianli shook his head slightly, a hint of disdain on his lips.

Cold Wind Across was an incredibly formidable technique.

It covers an area within a hundred miles radius.

As long as she stands on the platform, she will inevitably get injured.

Meisha retreated to the edge of the platform.

At this point, she no longer avoided.

She condensed the Void True Fire into a needle-like small energy.

"Illusion Needle Technique!"

A strange noise echoed in the air.

The Striving Fire flew toward Han Qianli like a meteor.

Han Qianli’s pupils contracted, seeing the True Qi flying toward him.

He smiled coldly.

Immediately, he also condensed True Qi the size of an acupuncture needle.

In the air, the two streams of True Qi collided fiercely.

The flame True Qi was extinguished instantly.

Yet the icy True Qi showed no sign of diminishing, directly flying toward Meisha.

Rare panic flashed in Meisha’s eyes.

Almost instinctively, she pulled out the scepter to block.

The icy True Qi collided with the scepter, unleashing a massive energy wave.

Meisha was hit by the True Qi, her face turned pale.

Soon, her entire body turned into an ice sculpture.

Meisha’s ice sculpture fell toward the side of the platform.

Seeing this, Han Qianli’s eyes flashed with surprise.

This girl’s spirit made him somewhat admire her.

Seeing victory at hand, he didn’t hesitate, quickly retracted the technique.

To avoid further injuries, he didn’t want Meisha to die just like that.

As the ice was retracted.

The temperature at Blackwater Square suddenly became scorching.

The ice instantly turned into white fog.

White fog enveloped everything.

Even a hand couldn’t be seen.

"Han Qianli, visiting today, old me is leaving."

"What’s that crap about an Alliance Hierarch? I have no interest at all."

The voice grew distant.

When the fog dispersed.

Han Qianli had vanished from the platform.

At this moment, those who were originally frozen, trees, and flowers had been unfrozen.

Zhao Daoran stood at the forefront, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"There are many eccentrics from the Blackwater Secret Realm, especially this year."

Feeling the powerful pressure emitted by Han Qianli gradually dissipating.

His heartbeat, which was bouncing with tension, finally calmed down.

He composed himself and looked toward the platform.

"The top three contestants have emerged—Wang Ye, Nangong Ren, and Han Qianli."

"Next, we enter the finals."

"Whoever gains the support of the ten mysterious elders can become the ultimate Alliance Hierarch."

Zhao Daoran’s expression was cold.

This time at the Alliance Hierarch selection event, he originally thought he would surely win.

Unexpectedly, he lost to Meisha.

And Meisha lost to Han Qianli.

Regardless, he was destined to miss the Hierarch position.

Yet he wasn’t someone to dwell on it.

His teacher named him Daoran to let him go with the flow.

Hence, he might as well go along with it.

"Next, please come to the podium to the three finalists."