In no time, everyone present except Qing and Su Feng was frozen into ice sculptures by Dong Jun's ice crystals, which looked quite artistic from a distance.
After an incense stick had burned, Su Feng raised his hand, signaling him to take back the ice crystals, and Dong Jun nodded and complied.
With a slight movement of his fingers, the ice crystals receded rapidly, like silk being unraveled from a cocoon, gradually revealing the faces of the crowd.
The person who recovered first subconsciously moved his arm, making a slightly larger movement. Dong Jun shot him a sharp glare, and the man was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. How could he forget that Dong Jun was a battle maniac? He would take any slightly larger movement as a provocation. Normally, he would have lost an arm today.
Fortunately, Dongjun only glanced at him before looking away and ignoring him.
The man stood up shakily, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and felt relieved to have escaped a disaster.
Seeing this, Qinghe instantly understood the answer Su Feng had given. The God Realm already had such a fearsome existence, and no matter how ruthless Su Feng was, he would never surpass this Dongjun.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel sorry for the gods of the divine realm. She wondered how they had managed all these years without Qi Rong.
After thawing, Dongjun swept past the crowd and walked to the front.
Nan Jun shook off the ice shards from his body and said strangely, "Brother, how come you even froze me? I didn't do anything."
Dongjun ignored him, his cold eyes fixed on Beijun.
Feeling as if an iceberg stood before him, Bei Jun trembled all over, lowered his head, and dared not look directly at Dong Jun. At this moment, a chill ran through him, and he began to regret why he had spoken disrespectfully to the God in a moment of impulse, and why his elder brother had overheard it. Now he was doomed.
He kept his eyes tightly shut, awaiting the judgment of the iceberg, but after a long silence, he still did not hear that indifferent voice, so he quietly opened one eye.
Dongjun glanced at her before looking at Sufeng, his deep voice filled with icy coldness, "You can make her the Queen of Gods, but the God Realm has its own rules. Only if she comes out on top in the training class and becomes a Goddess can she marry the God Lord."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present showed a surprised expression. They thought that Dongjun would definitely oppose it to the end, and no one expected him to say something about compromise. Although this compromise was absolutely impossible for a human woman, after all, no goddess in thousands of years has been born of a mortal.
But that's what he said, and sadly, no one present dared to refute him.
Just kidding, who would dare to go and die like that!
However, they did not expect that there would be someone who dared to do so.
As the central figure in the whole affair, Qinghe never uttered a word from beginning to end, and even remained an observer throughout. It wasn't until Dongjun uttered those words that she stepped forward and succinctly expressed her opinion.
"Who said I was going to compete for the title of Goddess?"
This statement was even more shocking than what Dongjun had just said. Many gods glared at her angrily, their thoughts written all over their faces.
How could a mortal cultivator speak of a goddess of such noble status as if she were nothing but dust, with such disdain on his face? This was utterly disrespectful to the divine realm!
However, Dongjun only glanced at her indifferently, then looked at Su Feng, waiting for his answer.
While Qinghe was speaking, Su Feng turned his head to look at her, his disappointment and confusion evident in his expression.
Don't you want to marry me?
Qinghe felt somewhat helpless. When Su Feng was with her, he always gave her the illusion of being as innocent as a child. He wouldn't break the rules as recklessly as Qi Rong, nor would he casually say to her: "Who cares about any goddess? I only want you."
He could only look at her with a wronged expression, trying to keep her in this way.
But she couldn't bring herself to refuse.
After a long silence, Qinghe said helplessly, "Alright, I'll join the training class."
Su Feng suddenly became happy and held her hand tightly without letting go.
"I'll leave the training to Nan Jun."
Nan Jun cupped his hands and said, "Yes, Divine Lord."
The farce came to an end. Nan Jun, with a warm smile, led Qing He to the training class, while Su Feng accompanied her. Everyone left the main hall one by one, leaving only Dong Jun, who was in a very low mood, and Bei Jun, who could not walk.
Since Dongjun entered the main hall, Beijun hadn't dared to utter a single word, fearing that he would displease Dongjun again and freeze him into a work of art.
Even after everyone had left, he didn't dare to make a move. Firstly, he simply didn't have the guts, and secondly, even if he did, his legs were trembling as if they hadn't thawed, making it impossible for him to take a single step.
The two of them stood there frozen, neither of them saying a word.
After a long silence, Dongjun said coldly, "Aren't you leaving? Have your feet been frozen solid?"
Bei Jun's lips moved, but it took him a long time to utter a few words, "No...no."
He didn't dare ask why his older brother was standing there and wouldn't leave. He could only put all his strength into his feet and take a step with difficulty. But his feet seemed to be out of his control, stumbling and bumping. He leaned forward and was about to kiss the ground when suddenly a hand grabbed his arm.
Bei Jun's whole body stiffened, and the arm that was being held by that hand was instantly frozen solid by the ice crystals.
Dongjun withdrew his hand, and the ice crystals disappeared with it. He glanced at Beijun and said coldly, "Useless trash, do I have to teach you how to walk?"
Bei Jun was stunned for a moment, then, as if he had been scolded awake, he said meekly, "I dare not trouble you, elder brother. I... I can walk by myself."
After saying that, he fled the main hall as if his life depended on it, staggering all the way.
It wasn't until long after Bei Jun left that Dong Jun in the center of the hall made a move. He lowered his eyes and looked at his hands. In an instant, his body became transparent and disappeared, leaving only ice crystals on the ground.
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The training camp is located at the highest point of Mount Futu, a remote and secluded place with snow all year round. It is a place of outstanding people and rare people, and few people set foot there. This is partly to protect the girls' privacy and partly to allow them to train more focused on their training.
Qinghe was arranged to stay in a clean, secluded courtyard, where the rooms were decorated in an elegant and simple style.
This honor was naturally bestowed by Su Feng. Apart from her, everyone else here lives in a shared house. Although the courtyard is large, it is inevitably crowded when there are many people.
This immediately provoked dissatisfaction among others, making her the target of public criticism. Many people mocked and gossiped about Qinghe's background and origins behind her back. Even those who had never seen Qinghe's face developed a sense of disgust towards her under such verbal attacks.
Meanwhile, Qinghe was resting his head on his hand, admiring the beautiful snow-covered scenery outside. He looked lazy and listless, having no interest in training and ignoring the gossip.
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