noffsinger Chapter 155 Heading to the Extremely Cold and Yin Land
Chapter 155 Heading to the Extremely Cold and Yin Land
After hearing this, his brows furrowed tightly, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes, as if he were going to wrestle with God.
Han Yi knew perfectly well that this trip was like dancing on the edge of a knife, with high risks and unknown rewards.
But if he didn't take this gamble, the Dragon Soul Sword would remain just a pipe dream, never to fall into his hands. Besides, that mysterious and terrifying fellow, and that old man in the blood-red robe—these troublesome "plague gods" would sooner or later haunt him like inescapable demons, leaving him with no peace.
"Old man, I've decided to give it a try." He clenched his folding fan tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. His tone was hard, like a stone in the cold winter, as if life and death were nothing but fleeting clouds in his eyes, long forgotten.
"You little rascal, you're really courting death! Fine, fine, if you insist on going, I'll give you another warning. That extremely cold and frigid place isn't just cold, it's cold enough to freeze your bones to a crisp. The environment is so harsh it can drive you crazy, and it's teeming with countless ice-attribute monsters. These guys are constantly immersed in the cold and damp air, their skin is as thick as an anvil. You'd better be careful, or you'll be frozen solid in the blink of an eye."
The old man, who was the spirit of the folding fan, spoke helplessly.
"What do you mean? You're not coming with me?" His eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
"I'm not going. I'll stay here and look after the house for you!" The old man pouted, looking unwilling.
"Screw you! You're just a spirit, yet you're afraid of death? Old man, don't forget who your master is."
Upon hearing this, his face turned pale and then red, and he was furious, like a powder keg about to explode. This old guy dared to call himself the number one warrior, but he failed him at the crucial moment; he was truly despicable.
After scolding the old man, he turned to look at Su Yao, his face as gloomy as if a storm was about to break, his solemn expression making the surrounding air feel heavy.
Clearing his throat, he solemnly instructed, "My departure will take three to five days at the fastest, and more than half a month at the slowest. You stay in the city and keep a close eye on everything, especially news from Jubaozhai. Don't miss a single detail."
Once Liu Qing brings back the Marrow Cleansing Pill, immediately have the Thirteen Heroes take it so they can quickly reach the Nascent Soul stage.
"I won't stay, I'll go with you!" Su Yao answered decisively, without the slightest hesitation. She knew in her heart that this trip would be extremely dangerous, and besides, his cultivation was sealed, so he wasn't at his strongest right now. If she came along, the two of them could look after each other, which would be much better than him going alone.
“You stay here to keep things in order. These people alone can’t handle it. If the Liu family patriarch comes, he’ll turn this place upside down.” He waved his hand, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Su Yao's lips moved, as if a bellyful of words were stuck in her throat, but she swallowed them back. She knew in her heart that he was very capable, with a whole host of ways to save his life, but this adventure was like rolling in a sea of knives and fire, so dangerous it made her scalp tingle. In addition, she knew his stubborn temper all too well; once he made up his mind, not even ten oxen could pull him back.
After explaining everything, Han Yi flashed away and flew out of the city like a roc.
Before long, they arrived at a place fifty li west of the city. As soon as they reached it, the temperature plummeted, and the cold wind howled like knives against their faces, the pain piercing to the bone. The chill seemed to freeze one's very marrow; he couldn't help but shiver, tightened his collar, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to continue deeper into the city.
As I walked, the fog rolled in, a white expanse obscuring everything. The ground beneath my feet was frozen solid, like an iron plate, and each step made a dull thud.
The moment he stepped into this extremely cold and yin place, a chill that could freeze a person instantly rushed towards him, and he felt his blood freeze in his veins, his body trembling uncontrollably. He endured the discomfort, took a deep breath, and cautiously, like a thief, groped his way forward.
He hadn't gone far when he heard a series of "crackling" sounds, as if something large was moving on the ice. His heart skipped a beat, a chill ran down his spine, and he quickly gripped his folding fan tightly, his eyes widening as he warily scanned his surroundings.
Suddenly, a huge ice bear, as big as a small mountain, burst out of the mist. Its body was covered with a thick layer of ice, as if it were wearing a natural armor. Its claws were sharp as hooks, and it could cut a deep gash in the ice with a single stroke.
The ice bear opened its blood-red maw and spewed out a white, icy breath that rushed straight at him. He reacted incredibly quickly, dodging behind an ice pillar like lightning, secretly relieved that he was quick-witted, otherwise he would have been half-frozen to death by the cold breath.
Just as Han Yi regained his footing, he felt the ice beneath his feet begin to shake violently. Looking down, he saw several ice snakes emerging from the ice cracks like ghosts. Their bodies were crystal clear, like flowing crystals, and they slithered toward him at an astonishing speed.
His eyes sharpened, and with a "whoosh," the folding fan in his hand opened, the ink bamboo on the fan surface seeming to come alive, emanating a mysterious and unpredictable aura. Using the spiritual energy drawn by the folding fan, he swung it fiercely at the ice snakes. A flash of spiritual energy streaked across the air, and several ice snakes were knocked back a great distance.
Before he could catch his breath, he saw the ice snakes that had been driven back slowly coalesce and approach him again, as if they were sentient.
"Old man, how come this thing is impossible to kill? Think of something!" Han Yi was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, shouting at the spirit of the folding fan.
"What kind of old man calls me Grandpa Gu! No respect for elders!" The folding fan spirit grumbled in dissatisfaction. "Quickly use true fire to attack them; ordinary attacks are useless against them."
Just then, another whooshing sound came from above. He looked up and, to his goodness, it was a flock of ice crows. Their feathers were as sharp as icicles, shimmering coldly in the sunlight, and they swooped down on him in a dense, overwhelming swarm.
Without a second thought, he swiftly circulated his inner fire, and in an instant, a faint red light enveloped his body, a stark contrast to the icy landscape. The fire transformed into a majestic phoenix, soaring into the sky and colliding with the flock of ice crows. With a few hissing sounds, under the intense heat of the fire, the ice crows instantly turned into a cloud of vapor and vanished without a trace.
The ice bear and ice serpent, too, gradually turned into vapor and dissipated under the intense heat of the true fire. After eliminating these strange creatures, he dared not delay and continued towards the core area. The closer he got to the center, the colder it became; the cold seemed capable of freezing one's very soul. If it weren't for the protection of the true fire, he would probably have already turned into an ice sculpture.
"Who are you? How dare you trespass into this icy, secluded place!" A sharp female voice suddenly rang out from somewhere, breaking the surrounding silence and echoing in the snowy landscape, sending chills down one's spine.