Chapter 263: Persuasion Fails, Forced Capture
"Snow Empress, Ye Chen is only thirteen right now—and already a level-seventy Soul Emperor!"
The Ice Empress's voice rose passionately. "His talent is unheard of through the ages! His sixth soul ring is me—a four-hundred-thousand-year soul beast! Together, we can push him to that legendary divine realm! His future achievements will surpass even those seven gods of ten thousand years ago!"
The Snow Empress fell silent.
She hovered high amid the swirling gale, silver hair and thin silk dress whipping violently in the storm, her flawless figure outlined against the blizzard. Yet behind that cold, perfect face flickered a complex light.
For a moment… she almost understood the Ice Empress's choice. Even felt a faint, inexplicable stir in her heart.
The information Bing'er shared was too staggering—too impossible to ignore.
A thirteen-year-old at the peak of Soul Emperor rank, bearing a pure Ice Dragon King martial soul—true dragon blood!
Such monstrous talent... perhaps this human really could reach the divine.
But understanding didn't mean acceptance.
Pride had been carved into every part of the Snow Empress's being for hundreds of thousands of years.
"Bing'er, you've chosen your path—I understand."
Her cold voice drifted through the storm, tinged with quiet resignation. "But I will never bow to a human."
Those few simple words carried unshakeable finality.
She didn't know why the Ice Empress had made such a choice, but seeing Bing'er already bound, she wouldn't and couldn't stop her.
Still, she herself would never follow that path.
She was the ruler of frost and snow, the sovereign who had ruled the Extreme North for seven hundred thousand years.
To entrust her soul to the fate of a human boy—even one destined for glory—was beneath her very essence.
Her cold gaze locked on Ye Chen once more, sharp and imperious. "Human," she declared, "even if you truly bear the Ice Dragon King's bloodline and unmatched talent, that does not give you the right to command me. You are unworthy to hold my will!"
Her tone hardened, regal and absolute. "And another thing—Ice Empress has chosen to follow you. That means you will treat her with the respect she deserves. Should I ever learn you've harmed her, I will destroy you without mercy!"
At those words, her killing intent surged again, pinning Ye Chen beneath that crushing spiritual pressure.
She meant every word—one hint of defiance, and she would strike him down then and there.
Though she herself had never known love, she had seen the look in Bing'er's eyes—the affection she held for Ye Chen.
She couldn't stop it, but she could make sure Bing'er was never mistreated.
The Ice Empress grew anxious, ready to speak—but Ye Chen raised a hand gently to halt her.
"Don't worry," he said softly.
His eyes met the Snow Empress's—calm, unwavering. Beneath the storm's fury, his lips curved into a faint, almost playful smile.
"Snow Empress," Ye Chen said evenly, "I think you may have misunderstood something."
Lifting his head, he continued in a composed, near-lazy tone, "Having Bing'er speak to you wasn't me negotiating—it was me being polite."
"Transforming you into my soul spirit doesn't require your consent. It only takes a single thought."
"Up until now, I've refrained... purely out of courtesy to Bing'er."
"But make no mistake—you are the seventh soul ring I've chosen. And I always get what I want."
His voice brimmed with confidence and quiet dominance. Not even the Snow Empress's terrifying aura stirred a hint of fear in him.
Ye Chen was usually gentle—but a soul master didn't need a soul beast's permission.
He'd taken his time only for Bing'er's sake.
In his mind, sparing the Snow Empress's life and giving her the chance to ascend to godhood was already generous enough.
Even if she resisted, once she became his soul spirit, he could always "educate" her properly later.
After all, in a certain story, even the proud Snow Empress had been taught to call someone "Master" … or even "Daddy."
That said everything.
"Arrogant insolent human!!!"
The Snow Empress's icy-blue eyes erupted with wrath like twin suns colliding.
A mere level-seventy Soul Emperor daring to claim he would capture her—the Queen of the North?!
This wasn't arrogance. It was blasphemy—a direct insult to the pride of one of the seventy great sovereign beasts!
Her long silver tresses whipped upward as her aura exploded. The very air groaned under the pressure.
CRACK—!
The glacier beneath her feet screamed in protest as deep fissures ran for kilometers.
A ring of dark-blue frost spread from her body, freezing everything within a thousand-meter radius in solid crystal.
In her right hand, energy condensed violently, forming an ice-blue longsword that pulsed with the power to freeze the stars themselves.
The very space around the blade shuddered and split apart, warped by the killing frost.
"Let's see, arrogant human—show me how you intend to capture me!"
Her voice carried divine fury, every word laced with enough killing power to stop a heart.
Before the blade even swung, its chill sank into Ye Chen's skin like knives of ice.
"Oh? The Snow Empress is angry. How majestic~"
The Ice Empress muttered nervously—and in the next instant, fled back into Ye Chen's spiritual sea to hide.
After all, that was how she had been caught too.
She knew the Snow Empress's pride all too well—but if she wouldn't listen, there was no help for it. Once captured, Bing'er could comfort and convince her later.
Ye Chen might be kind, but when he acted, he was entirely unyielding.
And, well… his brand of dominance wasn't something she disliked.
Outside, the storm raged.
The kind of pressure that could erase an ordinary Title Douluo washed over Ye Chen.
But his expression didn't change—if anything, excitement glinted in his eyes.
"Excellent," he said softly. "Snow Empress, you truly are powerful—perfect for my seventh soul ring."
In that moment, a small scroll appeared in his hand.
Neither metal nor jade, it shimmered faintly, woven from starlight and law itself, etched with complex golden scripts that pulsed with quiet brilliance.
"Courting death!"
The Snow Empress's voice sliced the air as she brought her gleaming sword down in fury.
Even in wrath, she restrained her power; she wouldn't risk killing Ye Chen and harming Bing'er's spirit tied to him.
But she would show him why no one dared provoke her.
At the same instant she struck, Ye Chen unrolled the scroll.
HUM—
A golden light burst forth, racing through the storm.
"What—!"
The Snow Empress's pupils contracted sharply; she sensed something ominous but trusted her strength.
Raising her sword, she slashed the golden beam head-on.
SHING!
The light ignored her strike entirely, piercing through effortlessly before it enveloped her whole.
"What is—" she gasped.
Too late.
Her figure, wrapped in the glow, vanished instantly—drawn into Ye Chen's spiritual sea.
BOOM—!
Energy surged through him like a tidal wave.
Within his body, the glowing link solidified—and his seventh spirit ring began to form.
Power flooded every vein of his being as his cultivation broke through its final barrier.
Ye Chen had obtained his seventh soul ring.
(END CHAPTER)
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