The ice blade was unstable and could melt at any moment.
But Ling was not discouraged at all. Instead, her eyes sparkled with excitement, and for the first time, a faint smile appeared on her dirty face. Her bright eyes were fixed on the ice blade in her hand.
The hands that held the ice blade were already frozen purplish-red, cracked, and bleeding, and were about to freeze into ice blocks.
Seeing this scene, Ning Tian couldn't help but be moved.
Do you like this ice blade?
Ning Tian asked again.
"Um."
Ling gripped the ice blade tightly and nodded emphatically.
Ning Tian looked at her. "Why this time? Is it still because... you can kill someone?"
"..."
Ling paused for a moment.
Then, he slowly shook his head.
"No."
"Power, it can give me power."
"Power, huh?"
Ning Tian smiled slightly, and then, in front of Ling, he waved his hand lightly, and Ling's ice blade, which was mixed with blood, once again turned into a pool of blood-stained ice water.
"..."
Seeing this scene.
Ling was stunned for a moment. Her hard work of several hours had been destroyed by Ning Tian. She was obviously a little panicked and moved her small, cracked hands, trying to condense the ice blade again.
Ning Tian looked at her again.
As a being of the Cold God Body, Ling Shen should theoretically be able to use an easier method to condense ice blades, but this is not the case.
He could only play the villain, allowing Ling to find an easier way.
In the midst of the chaos, Ning Tian's voice rang out again.
Why not try sensing the cold ice?
Ning Tian calmly watched Ling frantically trying to condense the pool of ice water into an ice blade once more, and said...
"Um?"
Ling was stunned for a moment, looking at Ning Tian with confusion, but Ning Tian did not explain further.
That's enough.
The rest depends on the spirit's own understanding.
"Sensing...ice..."
Ling murmured, repeating Ning Tian's words, and slightly raised her hand. A small amount of blue light seemed to gather in her hand. Although it was small, a trace of coldness could be faintly sensed.
Click.
Click.
A faint sound of freezing could be heard coming from that pool of icy water.
"As expected of the successor of the Cold God Body, such talent is indeed remarkable."
Seeing this, Ning Tian smiled. What he gave Ling was not just a simple pool of ice water, but contained a bit of his understanding of the laws of ice. Whether Ling could comprehend it or not was entirely up to her.
but.
It seems that Ling has not disappointed him.
"This time, it seems to be even stronger."
Ling looked at the ice blade that had condensed in her hand, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
She vaguely felt that the chill emanating from the ice blade in her hand gave her a sense of familiarity and warmth.
Do you want to possess such power?
Ning Tian looked at Ling, raised his hand slightly, and emitted a dazzling blue cold light.
"think."
Ling didn't say a single unnecessary word, but Ning Tian's next sentence surprised her.
"Take off your clothes."
Ning Tian said calmly.
"..."
Ling was stunned for a moment; even she, usually so indifferent, was taken aback.
After a while.
She remained calm and simply pulled open her clothes.
but.
As she undressed, Ning Tian turned away.
"Take off your clothes and turn your back to me."
"Um."
"alright."
A rustling sound came from behind.
Upon hearing this...
Ning Tian turned around.
At this moment, Ling had already taken off her clothes and was kneeling on the bed with her back to Ning Tian.
Ning Tian looked over. Those eyes were clear and devoid of any other emotion. To him, Ling was nothing more than a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old. If he had thoughts about such a little brat, what difference would he be from a beast?
"hiss…"
His gaze fell on Ling's back.
That back, which should have been white and smooth, is now covered with scars and marks from being whipped with chains—a truly shocking sight.
Does it hurt?
Ning Tian raised an eyebrow and asked.
"It doesn't hurt."
"You'll get used to it, and it won't hurt anymore."
Ling remained calm and said indifferently.
yes.
You'll get used to it.
But for a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, how difficult is it to endure such pain?
A habit.
How much blood and tears are contained within?
"If you had the power, what would you do?"
Ning Tian asked again.
"Let the Tianyu Dynasty disappear, and let the Southern Cold Star Sea come under my rule," Ling said calmly.
Upon hearing this...
Ning Tian did not continue the topic.
"It might get a bit cold next, so just bear with it."
"Um."
then.
A wisp of ice appeared in Ning Tian's hand. The method he was using was the one his senior sister, Ye Shuang, had taught him. It wasn't because this method was particularly superior, but because…
Although he had grasped the laws of ice, he didn't have much time to delve deeper into them.
so…
I can only reluctantly let Ling also experience the icy torment he suffered back then.
…
Several hours later.
"Goodness."
"Ning kid, are you trying to freeze this room?"
The door to the room was slowly pushed open, and Qin Luo walked in.
Seeing that the room was almost entirely covered in ice, and when he saw Ling enveloped in ice, Qin Luo raised an eyebrow: "Ning boy, if you don't want this talent, don't ruin her either."
"destroy?"
"This is not destruction. If you can't even withstand this bit of cold, then you might as well not have this Cold God Body."
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