Chapter 322: Being an Actor is Hard

After wandering in the dark cavern for two full days, their luck was truly rotten as they didn't run into a single soul from Rose, but instead came across various bizarre terrains.

The dark cavern was like a huge maze, with an internal geographical environment that was quite complex and eerie. As they ventured deeper, all sorts of strange scenes could appear, constantly blowing Old Wang's mind.

They saw a chasm outside a cave fracture, pitch black and seemingly bottomless, but occasionally they could hear the sound of heavy snoring rising from the abyss, as if some ancient demon dragon was snoozing below.

They also saw a raging waterfall, rushing out from a stone hole at the top of a wide cave, cascading down a hundred-foot cliff into a deep pool. Many elf-like creatures were playing around the waterfall, and the clear pool water was filled with many sparkling, peculiar fish emitting colorful lights, like something out of a fairy tale.

Old Wang, taken by the beautiful scenery, originally wanted to go down to the pool to catch a couple of fish to show Mapeier his cooking chops. But as soon as his feet touched the water, the whole cave seemed to spring to life!

The two cliff caves from which the waterfall flowed suddenly turned into two dark, gaping eyes! The cascading water instantly froze, forming a straight nose, and the elves and fish in the pool disappeared, replaced by the wide cave entrance suddenly closing, like a giant maw snapping shut!

Fortunately, Mapeier was quick on the draw and yanked Old Wang out just in time with a spider silk, avoiding the deadly 'bite'.

Rumble...

The cavern shook for a long time, and after a while, the fairy-tale-esque cave entrance slowly opened again. But this time, no matter how alluringly the elves inside grinned, Old Wang refused to enter.

However, he was starting to get the feeling that this dark cavern was something else. With such mountain-sized monstrous creatures inhabiting it, the entire cavern might be much larger than anyone imagined.

Now, encountering unfamiliar environments, they were on even higher alert, but unexpectedly, they still fell into a trap.

The surroundings looked like a normal cave, but as soon as they stepped in, a freezing chill suddenly swept through the air. Mapeier whispered, "Brother, be careful!"

The attack came too suddenly. She feared this the most; area-freezing moves were a hard counter to agile insect types. She was about to pull Wang Feng back, but in the next second, ice crystals quickly encased her body.

The freezing chill came too fast and too fierce. Mapeier felt her soul power instantly freeze solid. In just a blink, her feet were firmly frozen by frost, unable to move, and the white frost was rapidly spreading up her limbs.

Crack, crack, crack... In just a second or two, Mapeier was completely frozen, turning into a massive ice coffin right beside Old Wang.

Old Wang was slightly startled. He was well aware of Mapeier's strength, but she had no chance to resist under this freezing attack... A monster? Some kind of trap or exorcism array? Or maybe a top-tier expert? His ice bees had previously scouted this area but gave no warning.

Tap.

Wang Feng felt someone land lightly behind him. Mapeier's eyes in the ice coffin rolled, looking behind Wang Feng.

Wang Feng turned around and saw a woman standing opposite him, dressed in snow-white clothes, spotless, looking at Wang Feng with an indifferent gaze.

Princess Snow Cang.

Her name alone, especially her proud, cold eyes, seemed to contain endless killing intent.

Old Wang immediately became solemn: "I, Wang Feng, have long heard of the great name of Princess Snow Cang among the top ten masters. I originally thought there might be some exaggeration about a woman, but seeing you today, I realize the rumors fall far short of Princess Cang's reality! Compared to Princess Cang's beauty, all words used to describe beauty fall flat; compared to Princess Cang's ability to instantly freeze my junior sister, every ice witch in the world should hang their heads in shame! My admiration for Princess Cang knows no bounds..."

Cang Jue was indeed a proper princess,

not by blood, but personally conferred by the Supreme Sage Teacher, to show trust in the Cang Clan. "..." Cang Jue's eyes were as cold as a knife: "Put away what you're holding, unless you want to die."

"Cough..." Damn, I forgot the ice coffin behind me could reflect! But... judging by her tone, is there still a chance to live?

Old Wang immediately smiled broadly, quickly putting away the Skyburst Grenade in his hand, rubbing his hands together: "Princess, you are as beautiful as you are kind-hearted, unshaken even if the sky falls! As the saying goes, fate brings people together from a thousand miles away... could you release my junior sister first? We are all reasonable and well-mannered friends, let's talk things over, no need for weapons!"

Cang Jue did not respond to him.

She was the little princess of the Cang Clan, the pearl of the Canglan Duke's palm, the undisputed top talent of the three northern provinces, but these were just her surface glories. In fact, she had a more 'real' identity, that of the saintess of the Celestial Master Sect! And now, the Cang Clan, one of the ten great families of the Nine Gods, was the biggest umbrella protecting the mysterious veil of the Celestial Master Sect.

She coldly looked at Wang Feng before her.

Her grandfather said he was the true heir of the Supreme Sage Teacher, and the Celestial Master Scriptures also said that the true heir was no ordinary person, but this man before her...

With a sycophantic expression and a mouth full of deceit, how could this person resemble the transcendent savior described in the sacred texts?

Not to mention a divine master, this person doesn't even seem to match up to ordinary humans. At least most ordinary humans know a bit about shame!

"Princess? Princess?" Old Wang thought to himself, women's hearts are truly as deep and mysterious as the ocean. He could sense her disdain; flattery didn't work, so what did she really want? Did she want him to assert some macho dominance and spank her?

"I don't want to kill anyone," Cang Jue finally spoke, her voice cold. "As long as you help me with one thing, I'll let you go afterward."

Hearing this, Old Wang immediately smiled, giving a thumbs up with both hands. "The princess is indeed the princess, so straightforward and generous! How about this, princess, you release my junior sister first, and we can have one more person to help. Many hands make light work!"

Before Old Wang could finish, the ice coffin behind him shook slightly.

Crack!

A crack appeared at the lower left corner of the ice coffin, as if something had pierced through from inside.

It seemed to be a thin thread. Cang Jue was slightly surprised; she hadn't expected that unremarkable-looking woman to possess such strength. She raised her hand slightly.

Whoosh...

Old Wang felt a sharp chill sweep past his ear, and the originally transparent ice coffin behind him instantly deepened to a dark blue. Mapeier, who had just managed to move her fingers slightly, was now completely immobilized, her soul power sealed. She opened her eyes wide inside the coffin, like a frozen specimen.

This girl is really serious!

Old Wang was slightly startled. The talk about surrendering without a fight could only fool children. It was just a delaying tactic. While this girl dealt with Mapeier, he would make the first move!

The opportunity was slipping away. Without hesitation, Old Wang reached into his robe, his left hand grabbing a red potion and his right hand clutching a Skyburst Grenade. But just as he tightened his grip, before he could pull them out—

Whoosh!

A white frosty aura spread along Old Wang's arm, instantly freezing both his arms solid, like icicles stuck to his chest. The cold made him shiver, and he could no longer hold onto the items.

This was truly the hunter getting pecked by the eagle. For the past two days, he and Mapeier had been seizing the initiative and advancing bravely, but now they were completely overpowered by Cang Jue. It seemed like every move was under her control, with no room for resistance.

None of the top ten are easy to deal with! That time with Manku, it was only because he and Mapeier had cooperated so well, acted so convincingly.

Old Wang helplessly stopped his movements. In fact, he couldn't move at all, having been preempted. It was frustrating.

Cang Jue's figure flickered slightly, and in the next second, she was less than half a meter in front of him.

Her jade-like nose, slightly red lips—she looked like a pretty little girl, but an eerie chill accompanied her.

Old Wang couldn't help but shiver. What a block of ice! How uncomfortable would her future husband be, hugging her to sleep at night? Even ten layers of blankets probably wouldn't help.

"You..." Old Wang hadn't even finished his sentence when Cang Jue reached out and grabbed his clothes.

Old Wang was stunned, then heard: Rip~

His clothes were torn off, startling him. Was this a robbery? This... this didn't make sense! No matter how handsome he was, it shouldn't make a woman this desperate. Was he really like the legendary Tang Sanzang?

Before he could finish his thought, Cang Jue reached out and poked him slightly. Old Wang felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if bitten by a mosquito, and blood began to seep out.

Cang Jue dipped her finger in the blood and quickly drew a circle, forming a blood mark. She muttered something, seemingly in an ancient, obscure language. Old Wang couldn't quite make it out, but he felt his hair stand on end.

Another one of these mystical types. He hated these mystical types the most—no logic to reason with, definitely some cult... wait!

Cult, cult... Old Wang's eyes widened. Damn it! Could it be some nonsense like "Sacrifice Old Wang, gain boundless power"? I'm just an ordinary guy!

"Hey hey! Your Highness!" Old Wang shouted. His body was still immobilized, only his mouth was free. But the next second, even his mouth was frozen shut.

"Shut your mouth!"

The circular blood mark on Wang Feng's chest was transforming, as though it were alive, and under Cang Jue's control, it morphed into a complex pattern. But...

Nothing happened—no radiant light, no reaction.

Cang Jue was somewhat disappointed, but also felt a sense of relief.

If it were Long Feixue, Cang Jue might have believed more readily, but someone like Wang Feng? How could he possibly be the legendary Holy Son?

A faint smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

The blood soul test's failure was expected. Her grandfather's judgment was deteriorating; he hadn't even selected a more suitable candidate for the test. But over the past hundred years, there were many suspected Holy Sons, yet who had ever truly passed this test? Maybe, there is no such thing as a Holy Son, at least not in this era of peace.

She was on the verge of withdrawing her finger, but at that moment, the seemingly lifeless blood mark underwent a transformation.

A golden light suddenly pierced through the dark red bloodstain, followed by two, three... a large amount of golden light emerged from the already coagulating dark red bloodstain, intertwining with each other, instantly transforming the dark red blood mark into a glittering gold.

What the—?!

Cang Jue was stunned. Could this really be happening?

Every soul and bloodline are intrinsically linked. Through special rituals, the blood can reveal the color of the soul after coagulation.

Ordinary people's blood coagulates into a dark red, the most hopeless and unremarkable soul, while some powerful cultivators with special soul seeds have blue souls, varying in depth. But this one... golden!

This is not a soul from this world. Only one place exists: the legendary divine realm, the same place as the Supreme Sage Teacher!

Cang Jue's lips trembled slightly. She didn't know how to describe her feelings at this moment.

Surprise? Worry? Fear? Perhaps also some hesitation, her mind in turmoil.

This is the belief of the Celestial Master Sect, a conviction that generations of Holy Maidens have spent their lives guarding. Finding the Holy Son means a lot.

She dared not resist, didn't even think of resisting, but Cang Jue suddenly found herself embarrassingly unprepared as a Holy Maiden.

The golden light on the chest was not a radiant shine—not visible to anyone but the caster. Old Wang was in pain, watching the woman 'give up' in front of him, then seeing her eyes widen, and finally watching her fall back into confusion.

What... what does this mean?

Old Wang really wanted to ask. Even if it's a case of rape then kill, at least give me a quick end! You're gritting your teeth with deep hatred—people might think I took her virginity.

Unfortunately, Old Wang's mouth was sealed by a thin layer of ice, unable to even open his lips, unable to circulate his soul power, unable to connect with the ice bees scattered in the nearby caves. He could only stare.

Cang Jue was really in a dilemma now. In fact, when her grandfather entrusted her with this task, she never thought it would really succeed, nor did she think about what to do next.

Reveal her identity? It's not the time yet. Confirming the Holy Son is not such a simple matter, serving the Holy Lord is not just a matter of bowing down.

This is just the first step—to lock onto the target. The subsequent confirmation steps and the gradual contact between the entire Celestial Master Sect and the Holy Son involve quite a few complicated procedures, to be deeply explored step by step by all the elders. The only unquestionable point is, she now needs to protect Wang Feng.

But the problem arises again: how to protect Wang Feng without revealing her identity?