Chapter Thirty-Two: The Plum Blossom Ice Butterfly

In the frigid, frozen expanse of the northernmost ice fields, two figures moved forward, treading lightly upon the snow. Clad in white, they seemed nearly indistinguishable from the vast, desolate land around them. The one leading the way walked at a steady pace, apparently unfazed by the biting wind and swirling snow. The one trailing behind, however, leaned heavily on a sharp sword, using it as a makeshift cane, leaving deep and shallow tracks in his wake.

“Uncle Master—could you slow down a bit—” Ming Shuang called out, breathless, her voice scattered and carried off by the wind.

Her young uncle turned back, regarding the hunched and panting Ming Shuang with a sigh of resignation. He retraced his steps to her side, grabbed her arm like one would hoist a puppy, and said, “You can neither fly nor walk properly. At this rate, we’ll never even catch a glimpse of a single demon beast before nightfall. I’ve never seen a cultivator at the Golden Core stage as useless as you.”

Uncle Master

Perhaps even Zhou Du himself never imagined his luck would be so extraordinary—he could have gone out and bought a lottery ticket. Maybe it had something to do with the pile of dog mess he’d landed in after jumping off the building. Zhou Du’s bullet, against all odds, struck the RPG directly! The RPG exploded mid-air, and the shockwave sent Zhou Du sprawling to the ground.

From the way Tiangong had actively protected Tianguan and Tiantan, it was clear the Ximen family’s relationship with the Southern Heaven Realm was anything but ordinary.

Therefore, Du Feng didn’t concern himself with anything else and kept busy with his own affairs. He and Chen Tianlei’s goal was to break through the encirclement of the ant army and reach the heart of the swarm.

The closer they drew to the center, the more violent the power of thunder in the Sea of Rennes became. The entire force of the Order Guard grew increasingly wild and fierce, and the divine power of thunder within the Sea of Rennes raged like a mad dragon on a rampage.

Just as Darry was about to step out of the magic circle, the Stormbeast beside him suddenly let out a long roar. Its body crackled with lightning, and its power was several times greater than usual.

“I…” Faced with his great-grandmother’s barrage of questions, Cui Bin found himself at a loss for words.

Anyone who had trained in the Boundless Sword Technique would recognize that sensation. The better one’s mastery, the stronger that aura became. On a whim, he decided to test Du Feng’s skills. Thus, the sudden ambush and the ensuing battle that lasted over a hundred rounds.

Li Sibai, of course, understood the implication behind Brother Dao’s words, but he had already severed ties with the seven great clans. If he returned now, not only would it be a blow to his pride, but even if he did return, it would be of little use.

For a fleeting moment, Du Feng wondered if the Koi Child had been drugged. But then he noticed the clear, lucid look in the other’s eyes, entirely unlike someone under the influence.

“Out of twenty thousand troops on the eastern front, only three thousand survived; of the thirty thousand on the western front, not a single man remains—all died for the nation!” The messenger choked on his words, delivering the report one word at a time.

Fortunately, it was these pills that sustained his body, keeping him wedged between the broken ice, out of the dragon’s gaping maw.

Everyone present was well acquainted with Yong Mu’s temperament, so no one took offense. Still, his behavior was outrageous; no sooner had he sat down than he began fiddling with this and that, occasionally squeezing out filthy black pellets to sniff before flicking them away with his finger—thoroughly disgusting everyone. They all swallowed hard and ignored him.

In that moment, a figure slowly materialized where he had been standing moments before. The newcomer’s face was as flawless as polished jade, strikingly handsome in a strange, otherworldly way. Silver hair flowed freely in the wind, and a robe of silvery moonlight accentuated his tall, slender form. His aura was calm and ethereal, untouched by the dust of the world.

“The Gourmet and the Glutton—those two always act alone. Not only does the CCG want to eliminate them, but the Frost Organization is also out for their heads,” the shopkeeper said.

Deep within Black Mountain, when Night Sun sought out the old monster of Black Mountain, he stated his purpose directly. The old monster was equally unwilling to take risks, and even after Night Sun spent days and nights cajoling and persuading him with every trick he knew, there was still no result.

Boom! The colossal creature gradually came to a halt, its mountain-like face looming before Chu Zifeng.

As the saying goes, rescuing a life is like fighting a fire. Kongji instructed Kongxiang to guard the Relic Pagoda, told Kongming to remain at the temple, then led Qiudaoren and more than twenty disciples to the Jueyan Sand Wall.

“I haven’t lost my wits yet—no need for your reminder. Back then, when the Nalan family was competing with Lu Chenlong, your parents came to beg for my help, and I chased them out with a stick.”