A Blind Swordsman's Sword Coffin

Meng Jiangchu had not expected the aura erupting from Meng Wanshu to be so violent.

The blizzards spiraling around her surged skyward. Wherever the freezing gale swept past, everything shattered into drifting ice crystals, and the frozen tribulation clouds crashed down like massive boulders.

Meng Jiangchu raised both hands as though holding up the heavens themselves, suspending every falling chunk of ice in midair. His eyes shone with excitement as he carefully sealed away the frozen fragments. After all, they were anything but ordinary.

A blood-red heavenly tribulation of the Combined Body Realm, preserved nearly intact, was incredibly rare. Even now, traces of the tribulation’s power lingered within the ice.

Suddenly, Meng Jiangchu raised his head to look at the graceful figure high above. The pressure overhead was still growing.

Dense auspicious radiance spread across the domain as a vast heavenly blessing poured into Meng Wanshu’s body. Her cultivation climbed frantically, breaking past the limits of the early Combined Body Realm and surging toward the mid-stage.

The sight gave Meng Jiangchu quite a fright, yet he still chose not to interfere.

By now, nearly every expert of the Meng family had risen into the air, watching Meng Wanshu stand amidst the heavens, their faces alight with undisguised excitement.

Meng Wanshu, however, remained solemn. She had not dared to break through for so long because of her illusory spirit’s injuries. With the Phoenix Soul Spirit Liquid, the damage had healed in a single day. Once she recovered, the aura within her could no longer be contained, and she broke through.

While she still hadn’t recovered, Meng Jiangchu had prepared a treasure trove of resources for her. Combined with her rock-solid foundation, the heavenly gift made her power rise uncontrollably.

Meng Wanshu frowned. The moment she sensed her cultivation aura surging, she did everything she could to suppress it. She had only just broken through to the Combined Body Realm. If she recklessly advanced to the mid-stage now, it would inevitably destabilize her foundation.

Just as her aura was about to break through to the mid Combined Body Realm, the raging blizzard around her began to subside, and everyone sensed her aura gradually receding. Yet, she wasn’t growing weaker. She was condensing her power, compressing the strength she could unleash into something even more terrifying.

In less time than it takes an incense stick to burn, Meng Wanshu drew the boundless auspicious radiance filling the domain into herself.

Eyes still closed, she tilted her head toward the sky and spread her arms, seeming to radiate a sacred brilliance. Her bearing grew even more ethereal, so transcendent that merely looking at her felt like an act of desecration. Her features had not changed, yet everyone inexplicably felt that she had become even more beautiful.

Meng Wanshu’s eyelashes trembled faintly. The moment she opened her eyes, the surrounding thousand zhang of space froze solid. Even several Meng family elders were caught off guard and frozen in ice.

Meng Jiangchu broke into a wild grin and waved a hand, freeing the frozen elders. “Hahaha! Wanshu has finally broken through!”

Meng Wanshu looked at her father gently and smiled softly, her gaze unconsciously sweeping across the surroundings.

She took a single step, her dress fluttering, and appeared at Meng Jiangchu’s side. She looped her arm through his and said softly, “Sorry for making you worry, Father.”

After a brief pause, she asked, “Right... why isn’t he here?”

Meng Jiangchu’s smile stiffened. He had not expected that at such a joyous moment, the second thing out of his daughter’s mouth would be about that brat.

He gently pulled his arm free of her affectionate hold. “Hmph. A grown daughter truly can’t be kept at home. You’re siding with the outsider before you’re even married.”

Meng Wanshu smiled faintly. She knew he was joking, but she could also tell he was hiding something. “Father... are you hiding something from me?”

Faced with her stubborn stare amid the drifting frost, Meng Jiangchu sighed helplessly and finally told her everything that had happened.

Meng Wanshu listened in silence, brows tightly knit, a cold light flickering deep in her eyes. She turned toward the west and opened her hand.

A gorgeous sword sheath, azure-blue and adorned with countless gemstones, flew into her grasp. In a single reverse stroke, she sheathed the Snow Phantom Sword, a divine weapon that would drive countless experts mad with greed.

Meng Wanshu, holding the sheath, softly said, “Father, I’m going to the Ethereal Immortal Territory.”

Meng Jiangchu froze for a moment, then frowned. “What are you going there for?”

Meng Wanshu did not answer. She merely stared at him.

“Fine, fine. I’ll take you there, alright?”

Buzz!

The glaciers melted instantly. Meng Wanshu broke into a radiant smile and followed Meng Jiangchu as they set off.

***

Ethereal Immortal Territory.

Qin Wushang looked at the woman before him with a grave expression. Even he felt a faint prickle of danger from her aura.

The two of them were alone in the room. Meng Jiangchu was outside, drinking tea with Qin Xiao.

“I’ve already told you everything I know,” Qin Wushang said. “There’s something wrong with Ye Bingxin, but I’m not sure exactly what.”

At that, Meng Wanshu rose to leave without sparing him another glance.

Qin Wushang frowned. “What are you going to do?”

Meng Wanshu sneered coldly. “I’m going to see who dares set their sights on my man.”

The corner of Qin Wushang’s mouth twitched. By the time he reacted, she had already vanished. He sighed helplessly, rose, and followed at a distance.

Before long, Meng Wanshu arrived at the gates of the Nine Dragon Immortal Sect. She took a deep breath and said coldly, “I’m here to see Ye Bingxin.”

Buzz!

Her icy voice, infused with vital force, echoed throughout the entire Nine Dragon Immortal Sect.

The old man guarding the gates flew into a rage. Lately, it seemed anyone and everyone dared to come to the Nine Dragon Immortal Sect to throw their weight around.

Boom!

The aura of a mid Combined Body Realm expert erupted. “Where did you come from, brat? How dare you shout in my Nine Dragon Immortal Sect?!”

Meng Wanshu cast a glance at the old man. Since he wasn’t Ye Bingxin, she couldn’t be bothered to look at him again.

Buzz!

Before the old man could make a move, a terrifying pressure descended from above.

Ye Xuan stepped out of the void and strolled over to Meng Wanshu, a flicker of astonishment crossing his eyes. At a glance, he could tell she was not yet thirty, yet she had already reached the Combined Body Realm. Her talent was utterly monstrous. No one in the entire Ethereal Immortal Territory could compare to her. Perhaps only Qin Wushang, the son of Emperor Qin, could stand beside her.

So this is Meng Jiangchu’s daughter... Remarkable indeed.

He said softly, “I am Ye Bingxin’s father. Xin’er is currently in secluded cultivation. If there’s anything you need, you can speak to me instead.”

His expression remained indifferent, exuding the oppressive ease of someone long accustomed to standing at the top.

Meng Wanshu could sense how terrifying the man before her was. He was likely even stronger than her father. As expected of the master of one of the Ethereal Immortal Territory’s sacred sects.

“Could you let me meet Ye Bingxin?” she asked softly.