Orchestrated To Go Against Fate!

Bam! 

"Hey, you thought you could outrun us, cultivators?" a young youth's voice rang in his ears after he got kicked in the back, hitting the ground face-first by the same person.

It hurt him so much, given the other party was a cultivator.

"W-why are you guys doing this? I never even did what you say I did!" the young man in his teens cried while rolling on the ground to look at the group of pursuers.

They were a group of four teens in their eighteen's; they all had good physiques and average looks.

The one in the lead had black hair and blue eyes. His physique was slightly above the other three guys. They were wearing black robes and had swords on their waists.

Bam!

"You did nothing, you say? Are we bullies now, and that we're beating an innocent boy?" he shouted at the boy, kicking him hard in the chest.

He coughed a mouthful of blood, staining his tattered robes even more.

He had the urge to say, "Yes, you're all just bullies," but his previous beatings served as a lesson.

"Boss, why don't we kill this good-for-nothing boy and get this over with? I am tired of looking at his face. It makes me want to puke." One of the boys said, unsheathing his sword.

"Not just yet, let's ruin his face first. Isn't it what those girls admire most, even your 'woman' boss?" another one suggested.

"Mhm, let's do that." the boss said. He crouched down, gripping the collar of the young boy's old robe.

He started punching him in the face without holding back at all. The young grimaced at the pain behind the punches; he felt as if he was seeing his life flashing before him as he kept receiving punch after punch.

At the same time, he felt relieved that, finally, his miserable life was about to end. He did not cry or beg for mercy. He only wanted one thing: to die!

Until he finally felt nothing!

Even when the boy passed out, he did not stop until every part of the boy's face received seven or more of his punches.

His friends trembled in fear at his cruelty; they swore never to anger this man.

After he had had enough, he stopped and stood up, signaling one of the boys to hand him a sword.

After he had it, he placed the tip of the one-handed sword with two sharp edges on the boy's chest.

"This is the end of you, son of a b*tch," after he drove the sword into his heart without clemency.

"Frank, let's retreat immediately before we get caught," the others said hurriedly to him, and they started running after killing the boy.

He retrieved the sword before running off and chasing after them.

A few moments later, after the boys were gone, a pillar of an icy golden energy blast erupted from the boy's eyes; it went off from below the forest before piercing through the sky above.

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"How is that possible? I don't know anything like this!" a cold woman's voice rang out in an empty hall.

It was so cold that it could freeze anyone directed to if she intended to.

"Goddess, what has happened," a woman came running to the hall after she had her Goddess' shout of surprise.

The woman had an incomparably beautiful small snow-white face with white hair, and her eyes were so cold and golden that they could even freeze the sky.

Her height reached a staggering 1.90m. As for her physique, she was just perfect, not so slim and yet not significant, with every part in the right place, with perfect curves. She was covered in a white robe with golden ice frost designs on its ends.

Any male would be mesmerized by her no matter how many times they look at her. What would scare them away is her cold temperament. She is the Ice Immortal.

"Nothing big, Qing Xieyu," but didn't take her eyes off the widow she was gazing at, more specifically, the golden icy pillar, "Go and tell Thalia to prepare the room next to mine. I permit her to enter there!" she ordered her Third disciple - in the young generation - who immediately rushed to do as said.

"Let's meet my 'Son,' that's what I can call you after all..." she said to herself before disappearing.

The Golden Pillar had started disintegrating into thin air. Still, it was only seen by Immortals, who were immediately attracted to it but halted going there after they felt the movements of the Ice Immortal, as she didn't even try to mask her aura at all.

After reaching outside her palace, The Goddess flew into the sky; she looked around, and the whole Snow continent was in her sight.

Even ants crawling under couldn't hide from her; she extended her white jade-like hands and caught a white snowflake amongst the billions falling from the sky in her hand.

She threw it into space, and it tore through space-time. She looked to the other side and could see a vast forest.

She looked closer and saw a young man with white hair and a mangled face. He had a sword wound in his chest, and out of it, blood was flowing.

Although red, the blood has a metallic golden hue, which, too, has an icy energy that one would miss if they were ordinary.

But she couldn't since it was the thing that attracted her most, even to be observing him now.

It confirmed he was her son!

'So it was true, heh, let's see what's with you!' she thought and stepped into the space she previously tore!

She appeared near him and crouched on his side, instantly attracted to the pendant on his chest.

Another thing her feelings immediately changed; she could feel it; it was her one and only son, but how?

Yet immediately, as doubt started slipping into her heart, she forgot what she was thinking, putting her focus back on the pendant.

She could easily see it since she could see through the old robes he had on, and since it was the same place the sword had pierced, she could see it so clearly.

The thing is, the pendant only had the round metal that was supposed to hold whatever it had to carry., She came while the rest of the strange energy was entering him. It was golden in color, but she couldn't mistake it for the golden icy energy since they were different!

She knew at first glance it was a treasure, one of those treasures!