Up on the side porch of the courtyard. Rank 6 Golden Core Pill Saint Grandpa Yao nearly jumped out of his wooden shoes when he heard Gu Changsheng. Say he was going to fuse an Upper-Realm Extreme Yin Frost Sword Art with an Extreme Yang Hearth-Fire Spatula Art!
“Wait—Master Gu, be careful!” Grandpa Yao called out urgently, his leafy green beard fluttering in alarm. “In all the martial records of the Nine Continents and the Upper Realm, Extreme Yin Astral Frost and Extreme Yang True Fire are mortal enemies!
Even a Rank 7 Nascent Soul Grandmaster who tries to fuse an ice manual and a fire manual inside the same meridian chart will trigger a violent Yin-Yang explosion!
Only a legendary Rank 9 Immortal Emperor—or a supreme heavenly treasure that transcends world-laws—could ever harmonize them without a single flaw!”
“Don’t worry, Grandpa Yao,” thirty-year-old Gu Changsheng , at Rank 5 Mid, laughed warmly. He stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the luminous projection of his wife Empress Luo Qingxue , at Rank 8 Star-Empress, on the moonlit lawn. “Ice and fire only fight when strangers try to force them together.
When it’s a husband and wife cooking dinner for their four kids, ice and fire get along better than anything in the universe!”
