Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack

Chapter 1581: Chapter 1561: Haan Bing’s Transformation

If she had been compassionate and soft-hearted, she wouldn’t still exist on this ice plain, let alone claim to be the first strongest.

Once upon a time, she was just a simple little beast. How many separations and death did she have to endure to reach this point today? Now that she’s aware of all this, if she can remain indifferent, she might not be able to forgive herself.

With her gaze fixed on the little snow beast lying beside her, she said with determination, ”The Northern Region has no reason to be swayed by the selfish Snow Palace! If you don’t mind my weakness and helplessness, I’m willing to lend you a hand!”

She couldn’t pledge allegiance, but that didn’t prevent her from helping Luo Qianqian.

Xuan Ming was Luo Qianqian’s teacher, and this was evident from the aura emanating from the Xuanming Ring and even the talisman tool, so no one was able to impersonate him.

”What about him?” Luo Qianqian looked at Haan Jingsheng with a troubled expression. If it were any other time, she would have sent the person to her father for research, but obviously, now it’s not possible.

She was still angry and didn’t dare answer the questions from those within the Nine Heavens Pavilion, instead sneaking away with someone, afraid to go back and ’fall into the trap’.

”I’m with you all, although I no longer possess any spiritual power, my past strength is still present here and won’t cause you any trouble.” Haan Jingsheng urgently said, worried about Haan Bing and his brothers, so he quickly spoke up.

To make a good impression, even when hungry, he didn’t say a word, and he didn’t touch the food and drinks placed on the icy table.

Luo Qianqian looked at Haan Jingsheng, speechless. Could she say she was feeling guilty?

No, more accurately, perhaps it should be that she felt guilty about killing someone?

Anyone would find it difficult to remain calm in front of the victim’s family after committing murder, right? How strong would one’s psychological resilience need to be?

Luo Qianqian admitted she couldn’t do it. Even when she deceived her grandparents at home, her heart would beat anxiously, fearing exposure. It’s like when her uncle was critically ill, or knowing her father was still alive; she and her brother knew but kept it hidden for a long time.

Her brother’s psychological resilience is indeed stronger...

Luo Qianqian couldn’t help but admire Luo Shufan. After all, Luo Shufan regularly communicated with her and never revealed the person’s identity...

She never even considered that the person might be her family, her closest kin.

With a light sigh, she turned her gaze to Big Black and Xiao Hei, seeking their help.

Big Black and Xiao Hei cooperatively closed their eyes as if meditating.

What a joke, they were aware of the situation. It would be pointless to ask those inside; wouldn’t it make more sense to ask someone from outside the situation?

Although they hadn’t taken action, the indisputable fact was they were also witnesses to the events and hadn’t tried to stop them. They also harbored some resentment towards the Snow Palace, constantly testing their boundaries.

Ignoring the dignity of the Holy Mountain, they continually encroached upon its territory, seemingly forcing the Holy Mountain out of the Northern Region.

Moreover, the issues back then seemed to stem primarily from Tang Tianyi, didn’t they?

Luo Qianqian, left without a choice, turned her gaze to Yan and Mo, neither of whom averted their gaze but regarded her with indifferent expressions.

After all, it wasn’t just the three of them originally; one more or one less seemed to make no difference?

Also, the person who came seemed to be an old man, which was certainly better than being a young man. More importantly, this old man still had half a bear’s body.

As for any surgical separation, they wouldn’t even think about it. Not only was there no suitable body, but what if there were rejection reactions? They didn’t have the Second Elder’s powerful ability to overlook these matters.

”Do you have any spare clothes? We can’t always drape a white cloth over him, right? I don’t have any appropriately sized men’s clothing here.” Luo Qianqian sighed, not dwelling further. After all, leaving an old man here, if found by people from the Snow Palace, it would be a dead end with no aid in sight.

Yan and Mo simultaneously shook their heads; having women’s clothing prepared was one thing, but this rare large size—what would they prepare it for?

...

”Oh, Luo Shiqi, huh? I actually want to meet her. It’s been so long since we last met, but she’s grown so much; wouldn’t that make it more interesting?” In the post house within the Southern Li Imperial City, a man dressed in white with ink bamboo embroidered on his clothes exhibited a unique elegance. With red lips and white teeth, his long hair was tied up, a band studded with Bai Yu resting on his spotless forehead, the dark green band weaving between his jet black hair, exuding exceptional nobility and poise. Holding a Jade Bone Folding Fan in his hand, with a red tassel dropping onto his hand, it accentuated his fair skin and heightened his air of nobility. Hanging at his waist was a black Jade Pendant with the word: ’Ice’. A single word revealing his identity.

The Haan Bing of the Snow Palace.

In a short time, he had become even more refined and charming compared to the previous man focused solely on cultivation, adding a touch of charm. Walking on the streets, eliciting cheers from young girls.

His face held a faint smile, with eyes showing no emotion.

However, the black-clad man kneeling before him was covered in sweat, evidently frightened by Haan Bing’s expression.

Everyone in the Snow Palace knew, the Ice Master’s indifferent demeanor was approachable, but should he smile, the broader the smile, the greater his rage. The smile presently gracing his face declared his anger, so how could he not be tense?

”Keep watching, report at any time.” Haan Bing dropped a Small Jade Bottle in front of the man on the ground.

The man hurriedly picked up the Small Jade Bottle, expressing gratitude repeatedly before swiftly departing.

Haan Bing coldly laughed, his peach blossom eyes exuding allure, although no one witnessed the scene.

...

Bai Jian found himself returning to the Forget Worries Tea House nearly a dozen times within the month, yet not only were Luo Shiqi and the others absent, everyone from the Nine Heavens Pavilion seemed to have vanished, leaving him unable to locate anyone.

Fortunately, his wealth was substantial; otherwise, he wouldn’t afford the delicacies at this Forget Worries Tea House trade.

Munching on cookies, confusion painted his face, a Jade Vase nestled in his arms.

Despite having not yet delivered it, uncertainty dwelled over how Shiqi’s brother was faring. Initially afflicted with serious injuries, and Luo Shiqi had turned the whole arena into the Asura Field, the eighteenth level of hell, flesh grilling and bones in soup—what kind of enmity drives such actions?

The common people in the North Arena reportedly still haven’t recovered, unable to tolerate even the sight of meat.

Let alone any boiled meat or roast.

However, possibly because of this, the Nine Heavens Pavilion successfully advanced to the finals, which was undeniably beneficial, right?