Chapter Eighty-Four: The Moonlit Sword, Unable to Contain Its Excitement

"This is the Snowlands, little girl. You'd better think twice!" The guards raised their swords, pointing straight at You Xiyue.

At the tips of their weapons, thick icicles had already formed, their chill biting to the bone.

No wonder this was called a sacred place—even the most minor guards here had already reached the rank of Saint.

But what of it? You Xiyue paid them no heed at all.

With a sweep of her spiritual pressure, the guards could no longer even hold their spears. One by one, their weapons clattered to the ground as they dropped to one knee, barely able to support themselves, unable to rise.

A cold scoff escaped her lips. With a light touch of her toe, You Xiyue soared over the three-zhang-thick ice gate and landed squarely in the bustling heart of the Snowlands marketplace.

Her formidable aura sent the thick snow whirling up from the ground, swirling into the air like a sudden blizzard, rushing into the shops and slamming doors with resounding bangs.

People of the Snowlands stopped in shock, turning to gaze at the intruder. Just a mere slip of a girl—how dare she barge into the Snowlands alone, seeking trouble, and cause such a commotion?

The guards, freed from You Xiyue's spiritual suppression, scrambled to their feet in disarray, snatched up their weapons, and charged after her, intent on surrounding her once more.

But You Xiyue had no intention of wasting time reasoning with these minor obstacles.

Her gaze lifted toward the distance, settling on the grandest and tallest structure—the Snowlands Holy Temple.

The entire temple glittered with crystalline splendor, yet its beauty was overshadowed by a solemn, imposing aura.

That was the dwelling place of the highest authorities of the Snowlands.

And of course, it was also where the Snowlands’ Saintess resided.

Before the guards could reach her, You Xiyue moved first, flying directly toward the temple.

At the entrance stood a middle-aged man, clad in black that starkly contrasted with the snowy world around him.

"Who goes there!"

His voice rang out from afar, carrying a powerful spiritual pressure, whipping up a gust of wind that blew You Xiyue's hair and made her garments rustle.

"I've come to settle scores." You Xiyue hovered in midair, her gaze cool and remote. "Has the Snowlands Saintess found a suitable body for possession yet?"

A glint of frost flashed in the man's eyes as he stared at her in silence. "Young friend, let bygones be bygones. You've already slain my domain's Saintess in her physical form—must you truly eradicate every last trace?"

"Eradicate every last trace?" You Xiyue sneered. "If she was so curious about me, she could have come to me directly. Instead, she went to the Upper Realm to slaughter the Phoenix Clan, leaving my three disciples maimed and unrecognizable. And now you fear I’ll eradicate her?"

The man in black hesitated briefly, but quickly regained his composure. "She will give you an explanation for this."

"An explanation? For the hundreds of lives lost among the Phoenix Clan, what explanation could possibly suffice?"

Suddenly, a chill settled in You Xiyue’s eyes—her intent unmistakable and leaving no room for negotiation.

The black-robed man fell silent. When the Saintess Xue Chuyun had returned with only her spiritual infant remaining, he knew that anyone capable of injuring her was not to be trifled with.

But who would have thought that Xue Chuyun had completely disregarded his warning.

You Xiyue had no patience for his inner turmoil. She opened her palm, and the Moonfire Sword appeared, crackling with lightning, its violet glow illuminating the sky over the Snowlands.

The light drew countless eyes upward. Some, unable to resist meddling, brandished their weapons, intent on challenging You Xiyue’s battle spirit.

At once, seven figures armed themselves and ascended, faces contorted in anger.

"Just a little girl—how dare she speak to our lord like that! Take this!"

"Such arrogance!"

Still, You Xiyue fixed her gaze solely on the man in black—the so-called Lord of the Snowlands—hoping that her patience might force a decision from him.

As for the attackers, she didn’t spare them a glance.

Before their weapons could even come within two meters of her, a powerful spiritual force sent them flying.

Shops collapsed, snowflakes filled the air in a swirling frenzy.

You Xiyue’s brow tightened—her patience had clearly reached its limit.

"If that's how it is, then I won’t bother with courtesy."

The Moonfire Sword flew ahead of her, a bolt of lightning aimed straight at the Lord of the Snowlands' brow.

He hastily summoned his Frost Domain Fan, which expanded rapidly into a thick wall of ice, blocking the Moonfire Sword's assault.

"I leave it to you," You Xiyue instructed her sword.

Released from its seal, the Moonfire Sword replied eagerly, "Understood, Master!"

Its attacks grew fiercer, the ice wall created by the Frost Domain Fan beginning to crack under the sword’s lightning strikes, shards of ice crumbling from the center—defeat imminent.

At that moment, You Xiyue dashed straight into the Snowlands Holy Temple.

The lord tried to intercept her, but to no avail.

His fan could barely shield him as it was—how could he spare any effort for the exhilarated Moonfire Sword?

The sword’s momentum surged, lightning filling the temple’s entrance, rendering it impassable.

The lord recalled his fan, which reassembled itself in the storm, appearing unscathed.

Several streams of icy energy shot from the fan, striking the blade of the Moonfire Sword.

But the intense assault only excited the sword further—it trembled with glee, emitting a wild, shrill cry amidst the blizzard.

The sound made even the Snowlands folk frown in displeasure.

This sword only grew stronger the more it fought.

The Moonfire Sword felt it had been lonely for far too long, abandoned in that spatial earring—no one to speak with, nothing lively to see.

It had not seen the world in ages.

The excitement was impossible to contain.

Especially now, finally released and thrown straight into battle—this was nothing short of a revival.

"Can’t you do any better?"

As it lunged at the Lord of the Snowlands, the sword even taunted him aloud.

He had never imagined that he would be so completely suppressed by a single life-bound sword.

Who could endure such provocation?

Especially as he was so used to standing above all others in the Snowlands, even among the sacred lands.

Spiritual energy erupted around him, sending every snowflake on the ground flying high into the air.

All vision was obscured—one couldn't see a hand before one’s face.

"This is bad—the lord has lost his temper!"

"That girl must have a death wish, actually angering the lord like this."

"Indeed, the lord hasn’t gone all out in hundreds of thousands of years, has he?"

"But that girl’s cultivation is truly something, to force the lord to get serious."

The people of the Snowlands speculated amid the white expanse.

Little did they know that the one who had provoked their lord into such fury, compelling him to use his full strength, was not even a person—it was merely someone’s life-bound sword.

"Now that's more like it!"

The Moonfire Sword was beside itself with excitement...

It let out a string of eerie giggles...