Reborn in a cultivation world with my Ex girlfriends

Wang Li stood before the gates of the Frozen Lotus Sect, shivering—not from the cold, but from sheer terror.

The towering palace of ice loomed ahead, a fortress of frozen death. The sect's disciples, all dressed in white and blue, moved with eerie silence, their gazes sharp and emotionless.

But the real threat?

Mu Yuechan's father.

The Frozen Lotus Lord.

A man who could turn oceans into glaciers with a flick of his sleeve. A man who had once frozen an entire kingdom because their emperor had looked at him the wrong way.

A man who, at this very moment, was sitting on a throne of ice, glaring at Wang Li with pure, murderous intent.

I am so, so dead.

Mu Yuechan stood calmly beside him, her hands tucked into her sleeves. She hadn't spoken a word since they arrived.

That meant Wang Li had to speak first.

And if he said one wrong thing, he'd be turned into a human popsicle.

Okay, okay. Think, Wang Li. How do you survive a conversation with a murderous ex-girlfriend's father?

He took a deep breath.

Step One: Fake confidence.

Wang Li straightened his back, raised his chin slightly, and forced a calm, dignified expression onto his face.

Then he cupped his hands and bowed slightly—not too low, not too shallow. Just enough to show respect without looking weak.

"Esteemed Lord of the Frozen Lotus Sect," Wang Li said, his voice steady. "It is an honor to stand before you."

The air grew colder. The ice beneath his feet creaked ominously.

The Frozen Lotus Lord narrowed his eyes. He was testing him.

Wang Li held his ground.

The Frozen Lotus Lord finally spoke, his voice deep and filled with absolute authority.

"You dare step into my sect after what you did to my daughter?"

Wang Li's soul nearly left his body.

Step Two: Pretend you're a reformed man.

"I did not come here to make excuses," Wang Li said smoothly. "I came to prove myself."

The temperature dropped.

The disciples watching the scene inhaled sharply.

Mu Yuechan remained silent, simply watching him with an unreadable expression.

The Frozen Lotus Lord's lips curled into a sneer. "Prove yourself? And how do you intend to do that?"

Wang Li smiled slightly.

Step Three: Say something vague and profound.

"The past cannot be changed," he said, voice full of fake wisdom. "Only the present and future remain in my hands. If I wish to redeem myself, I must act, not speak."

The air stilled.

A few disciples nodded slightly, as if that actually sounded deep.

Mu Yuechan raised an eyebrow, impressed despite herself.

The Frozen Lotus Lord's gaze remained cold and sharp.

"You speak well," he said. "But words are wind. If you wish to 'prove yourself,' then you will face my test."

Wang Li froze.

Wait. Test?!

Mu Yuechan finally spoke. "Father, is this really necessary?"

The Frozen Lotus Lord shot her a look. "Silence."

Wang Li's internal alarms were screaming.

"Uh… what kind of test are we talking about?" he asked carefully.

The Frozen Lotus Lord smirked. "The Trial of the Ice Abyss."

The entire hall fell silent.

Wang Li felt his blood turn cold.

That sounds bad. That sounds very, very bad.

A nearby elder stroked his beard. "The Ice Abyss… Even core disciples struggle to return alive."

Another elder nodded solemnly. "A perfect test."

What part of 'perfect' means 'might not return alive'?!

Mu Yuechan frowned. "Father, that trial is too dangerous."

The Frozen Lotus Lord chuckled darkly. "If he is truly worthy of you, then he will survive."

Wang Li's heart plummeted.

Step Four: Pray to every god in existence.

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Trial of the Ice Abyss

A few hours later, Wang Li stood at the edge of a massive, frozen chasm.

Wind howled through the abyss, sharp as blades. The walls of ice extended endlessly downward, disappearing into a swirling vortex of mist and darkness.

Elders and disciples stood around, watching like this was some kind of grand event.

Mu Yuechan stood nearby, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on him.

She sighed. "If you die, I'll be annoyed."

Wang Li forced a smile. "I'll… try not to?"

The Frozen Lotus Lord waved a hand. "The rules are simple. Survive one day and one night in the Ice Abyss. If you emerge alive, I will acknowledge your existence."

Not approve. Just acknowledge.

Wang Li wanted to cry.

Before he could protest, the Frozen Lotus Lord flicked his sleeve—

And the ice beneath Wang Li's feet vanished.

"WAIT—"

He plummeted.

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Surviving Hell (Ice Edition)

The first thing Wang Li realized as he fell?

The abyss was very, very deep.

The second thing?

It was even colder than he expected.

As he plunged downward, icy wind ripped at his robes, his spiritual energy struggling to form a protective barrier.

Then he saw it—

A massive shadow moving within the mist below.

A deep growl rumbled through the abyss.

Wang Li's stomach dropped.

There's a beast down here?!

Before he could panic, the mist parted—

And a colossal ice serpent lunged upward.

Fangs the size of swords. Scales like frozen steel. Eyes burning with ancient, ruthless intelligence.

OH, COME ON.

Wang Li twisted in midair, desperately channeling his spiritual energy.

His mind raced. Okay, okay, how do I not die?!

The beast struck.

Wang Li pulled out the only weapon he had—a random talisman he found in his robes.

He threw it with all his strength.

BOOM.

The talisman exploded, sending a shockwave of golden light through the abyss.

The ice serpent hissed, recoiling.

Wang Li barely had time to react before he slammed into a ledge—

CRASH.

Pain exploded through his body, but he was alive.

Barely.

As he lay there, wheezing, the serpent slithered back into the mist, circling. Watching.

Wang Li groaned.

"…I hate everything."

One day.

One night.

How the hell am I supposed to survive this?!

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Meanwhile, Back at the Frozen Lotus Sect…

Mu Yuechan turned to her father, expression unreadable.

"…That trial was excessive."

The Frozen Lotus Lord sipped his tea. "If he cannot survive, he is unworthy of you."

Mu Yuechan was silent for a long moment. Then she smirked slightly.

"…You might regret this, Father."

The Frozen Lotus Lord raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

She gazed down at the abyss.

"He's very good at surviving."

And indeed—deep within the abyss, Wang Li was already scrambling to his feet, gritting his teeth, determination flaring in his eyes.

He wasn't going to die here.

He would survive.

And if he somehow made it back up—

He was never dating another ice-cultivator ever again.