The gray talisman shot into Ying Huanhuan's chest like a bolt of lightning.
Her eyes widened instantly as a wave of comfort washed over her body, almost intoxicating. Before she could react, the talisman exploded within her, shattering hidden shackles that had sealed her true power for millennia.
A cold force erupted from her core, sweeping outward like a tidal wave.
Crack!
Within seconds, the entire villa where Ye Feng resided was frozen solid, covered in thick frost. Even the spiritual energy in the air had slowed to a crawl, suspended in icy stillness.
"Shoo!"
Ye Feng raised his hand, and the overwhelming chill vanished. The ice on the buildings melted in an instant. A gray barrier enveloped Ying Huanhuan's body, isolating the cold aura from continuing its rampage.
"S-So cold..." Lin Langtian gasped, shivering. Fear filled his eyes as he spoke, "I was almost frozen to death. Master… that… was the Ice Lord's power, wasn't it?"
He couldn't believe what he'd just witnessed. At first, he had doubted Ye Feng's claims. But the aura that had just swept over him was terrifying—easily beyond the Shengxuan Realm. If he had remained unshielded for even a moment longer, he might've been frozen into an eternal sculpture.
Moments passed.
The gray barrier around Ying Huanhuan cracked with a hum before shattering completely.
She stepped forward.
Her aura had completely transformed—no longer the playful girl from before. What now stood before them was a being wrapped in divine pressure, a sovereign in icy elegance.
Buzz!
Buzz!
Buzz!
The sheer force of her presence sent Lin Langtian, Chi Hao, and the others crashing to their knees. Their bodies trembled, their arms barely able to hold them upright.
"So strong…" Lin Dong muttered. Even though he possessed a Heavenly flame to counter the frost, he could only resist slightly longer than the others before one knee finally hit the ground. His condition was barely better.
"You… why are you not kneeling?" The Ice Lord's voice was ethereal, echoing with layered tones from two lifetimes. Her gaze fell upon Ye Feng. As a test, she released her cold aura, sending it crashing down like an avalanche toward him.
Boom!
The ground trembled. Cold wind howled.
But Ye Feng remained unmoved.
He calmly lifted a hand.
The froststorm slammed into an invisible wall ten meters before him and stopped dead. The snow-like power scattered into white motes, unable to touch even the hem of his robe.
"Presumptuous."
Ye Feng flicked his hand. The overwhelming cold dissipated instantly, like mist under sunlight—gone without a trace.
The Ice Lord's pupils dilated. She stared at Ye Feng, stunned speechless.
"You dare act with such arrogance before your master just after awakening your past life memories?" Ye Feng's voice was calm yet firm. With a light wave of his finger, space trembled. The Ice Lord's body froze midair, suspended horizontally—face down, her waist arched upward.
"W-What are you doing?" she asked, panic rising in her voice. It was the first time she had ever found herself in such a compromising position in front of a man.
She struggled, but no matter how she summoned her power, the space binding her held firm. Even the Ice Lord's strength couldn't break through Ye Feng's spatial restraint.
"You lost all respect the moment your cultivation returned. So now… I must discipline you."
Ye Feng raised his hand.
Pa!
A crisp sound echoed across the villa. The Ice Lord's eyes went wide.
"W-What was that?" she mumbled, dazed.
Another snap followed.
She was being… spanked? Like an unruly child?
Each time Ye Feng's hand fell, a portion of her cultivation was sealed once more. Her powers, just awakened, were now being sealed again one by one.
Pa!
Pa!
Pa!
The slaps continued.
For ten whole minutes.
By the time Ye Feng withdrew his hand, he looked entirely satisfied.
The Ice Lord, however, sobbed quietly.
"Wuu… wuu…"
Tears ran down her cheeks. Never in her life—or her past life—had she been humiliated like this.
Ye Feng stared at her calmly. "Do you understand your mistake?"
The spatial restraints dispersed, and Ying Huanhuan fell to the ground. She sat up, wiping tears from her face. "Master… have you always known I was Ying Huanhuan?"
Ye Feng nodded. "The Ice Lord is Ying Huanhuan, and Ying Huanhuan is the Ice Lord. The past and present are now united."
She pouted. "So… the joke was on me."
She stood and bowed her head. "Master, I was wrong. I won't act out again. Please remove the seal… my strength right now is no better than someone at the Earth Realm…"
Ye Feng snorted. "I was going to teach you a divine zither technique. Instead, you tried to pressure your master. Since you're so energetic, go help Qingtan with her chores."
"Chores?" Ying Huanhuan gasped. "Ugh… I regret everything."
Only Lin Dong understood Ye Feng's true intention. He could see it clearly—Ye Feng intended to properly teach and accept Ying Huanhuan.
Ling Qingzhu suddenly stepped forward, unable to hold her question.
"Master, how do you plan to teach me?"
"You'll be learning the power of the Supreme. The essence of chaos," Ye Feng said. "Instead of relying on external forces, you will harness your own chaos energy."
"You… possess the power of the Supreme?" she asked in awe.
"Yes," Ye Feng said, then reached out and tapped her forehead with a glowing finger.
A stream of soul power surged into Ling Qingzhu's sea of consciousness. It was the complete Chaos Art.
"Master, what about me?" a voice called out excitedly.
It was Jiang Xue, the eldest sister from the Martial Arts School. She had once crossed paths with Lin Dong in the Misty Swamp, even helping him escape danger. After returning to her sect, she had sacrificed much to protect her people.
Ye Feng hadn't expected her, not her younger sister Jiang Yinyin, the reincarnated Lord of Life and Death, to appear before him.
Another voice followed. "Master, what about me?" It was Chi Hao, father of Chi You.
"Don't forget me either!" added Qin Shi of the prestigious Qin family of the Great Yan Dynasty.
Ye Feng smiled faintly. "Relax. Everyone will get their share."
He waved his hand.
Strands of soul power shot forth, embedding into the brows of Jiang Xue, Chi Hao, Qin Shi, Wang Yan, Huang Pujing, and Wu Yun.
Jiang Xue received top-tier wind attribute martial arts at the creation level.
Chi Hao was given powerful physical training methods and the devastating Thirty-Six Axes of Creation.
The others, too, received cultivation arts tailored to their strengths and affinities.
Ye Feng's legacy was not ordinary.
His martial arts were world-shattering creations—each capable of reshaping fate itself.
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