CHAPTER 212

Once the map was finished, the old man anxiously tried to snatch the True Eye back, but Qian Wanyu moved at that moment, intercepting him.

Toothless reclaimed the dragon core and struck back, trapping several of the injured in a chain of flames.

After being battered by repeated avalanches and confronted with this undying golden fire, the group grew fearful and shrank back like turtles hiding in their shells.

Dongfang Minghui only realized after finishing her sketch that Seventh sister and Toothless had already subdued the group with surprising speed.

She took out her drawing and looked it over, noticing that the path they’d taken was correct, and they were now right at the foot of Ice Lotus Mountain.

This made it even clearer how scheming these people were—the fake True Eye and the real one were almost impossible to tell apart.

“You people really have no honor,” the old man said, his face wrinkling in anger, looking even more withered and unpleasant than before.

Qian Wanyu smirked.

“Don’t be in such a rush.

You think verifying the True Eye is over, but I still need to check it myself.

I’ve been tricked too many times since I was a kid.

When it comes to cooperation, I have to be sure.”

“What do you mean?”

“I probably know more about the True Eye than you do.

If the True Eye is stained with someone’s blood, it can help them find their closest kin.

It’s very spiritual.”

After she finished speaking, Qian Wanyu bit her finger and flicked a drop of bright red blood into the True Eye.

The already clear eye turned a bit terrifying as it was stained with blood, almost as if it was weeping blood, looking pitiful and heartbreaking.

It really did look just like the fake one, though not as creepy as before.

“As it happens, my mother is within a hundred miles.

If this is the legendary True Eye, it should quickly help me find my mischievous mom.”

“You—”

Qian Wanyu tossed the True Eye into the air again.

The eye cleared up, and it seemed to have absorbed all of Seventh sister’s blood without anyone noticing—no one knew how it did it.

Mu Sheng, eyes wide, nudged Minghui, who was craning her neck to watch.

He whispered, “Was Wanyu telling the truth? Can it really find someone?”

Dongfang Minghui looked at him blankly, scratching her head.

Seventh sister was probably telling the truth; otherwise, why would Qian Mama insist on getting the True Eye and say she wanted to find Seventh sister’s dad? “Sigh—”

“What are you sighing for? The True Eye is moving, let’s follow it.”

The True Eye, floating in midair, spun around and finally stopped in the northwest direction—the same path Qian Mama had suggested they split up and take earlier.

Qian Wanyu was shocked, but her face stayed calm as she followed the floating True Eye, releasing just enough spiritual power to keep it aloft.

“This is ridiculous.

You’re just trying to steal the True Eye,” the old man shouted, lunging at them, but Toothless easily blocked him, pointing at the black mist coming off him in disgust.

“Don’t show that gross stuff.

You think I’m really scared of you? The True Eye was auctioned to us.

If it’s real, it should belong to us.

We’re just checking if it’s genuine.

Once we know, it’s yours.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You stubborn old ghost, you just won’t listen.” Toothless was angry now, and when she got mad, she’d unleash a ton of fire.

The flames carved a deep groove in the ground.

The ground shook violently, and snowballs rolled down from Ice Lotus Mountain.

“Stop moving!” Dongfang Minghui was nearly knocked over by the shaking, almost kissing the ground.

She barely managed to stand and shouted, “Do you all want to get buried alive by the snow?”

Toothless pouted, feeling wronged.

“It’s not my fault the old ghost keeps causing trouble.”

The old man was also scared by the falling snowballs.

The constant shaking had already left them all a bit traumatized.

“Remember, don’t shout or fight in Ice Lotus Mountain.

Otherwise, you can forget about coming with us up the mountain.”

“Yes, witch.”

Qian Wanyu smiled, and once the ground was steady again, she said, “If you’re worried, just come with us.

Once I find my mother, I’ll return this to you.”

“Ah.” Or maybe not.

Little Fatty stared at the floating True Eye, and if he could, he’d probably have reached out to grab it and play with it already.

“Ah.” Right?

Little Bean Sprout wobbled her bud in agreement.

Dongfang Minghui didn’t realize the two little ones had already made up their minds, but seeing how well they were getting along made her want to laugh.

“Seventh sister, let’s hurry.

It’ll be inconvenient once it gets dark.”

“Yeah.”

The old man had no choice.

He looked back at his men, who were trapped by fire and too scared to move, and said bitterly, “If that’s the case, let my people go.

That would show some good faith in our cooperation.”

Toothless shrugged carelessly.

“Sorry, I forgot.

But they all look so skinny and weak, I was just keeping them warm with my fire.”

The old man’s mouth twitched.

That fire could burn a person’s soul away—keep them warm, really?

“Toothless, let them go.”

“Fine.” Toothless pouted, a bit unwilling, but she withdrew the dazzling golden flames.

“Don’t blame me if you get cold later.”

Following the True Eye, they found a corner of a tent.

Dongfang Minghui ran over and tried to pull it out but couldn’t, so Lien and Mu Sheng hurried over to help, finally dragging a tent out from under the snow.

The tent had been completely buried by snow, so it was well preserved, but all the support poles were broken—probably crushed during the avalanche, then covered by more snow over the next few days.

“Looks like Lahan and Cheng Jiang got buried by the snow too.”

“Mm—”

Little Miao used his hands to clear the snow and managed to pull out another corner of the tent.

Toothless, seeing his tiny arms and legs, helped out.

Qian Wanyu saw they’d salvaged the tent.

“There’s still one more tent.

Search around.

We’ll need to keep warm in the coming days.”

Even with all their spiritual power, they couldn’t resist the cold of Ice Lotus Mountain.

But unexpectedly, after searching the area, they couldn’t find the last tent.

“Let’s go.”

“Seventh sister, this path doesn’t seem quite right.”

Qian Wanyu glanced at the True Eye and said quietly, “The snow covered the road.

Maybe Mom and Uncle tried to come back for us but got lost and took a wrong turn.”

Toothless followed right behind the old ghost, playing with a few small flames in her hand.

The flames looked weak, but the heat coming from behind was intense.

The old man didn’t even dare to turn his neck, his two slightly dull eyes looking down at the ground.

Lian held her bow and arrow, aiming at the group, walking at the back with Mu Sheng.

The Eye of Truth led them all the way to a deserted snowy field and stopped in midair.

The old man was overjoyed when he saw this, and was just about to ask for the Eye of Truth, but the words got stuck in his throat and he couldn’t get them out.

“That’s strange, why is there no one here?”

“Mom, Uncle.”

Toothless looked around, but there was no one in sight, unless someone had dug a hole or found some shelter to hide in.

Little Fatty, with sharp eyes, stomped his chubby little feet through the snow, leaving prints as he ran ahead.

“Little Fatty.”

Qian Wanyu released her spiritual power, but the Eye of Truth didn’t react any further, so she quickly put it away.

“You’ve found the place, now hand the Eye of Truth back.” The old man saw Qian Wanyu take the Eye of Truth for herself and immediately assumed she wasn’t going to give it back, so he got anxious.

“No way.” Qian Wanyu glanced at him coolly.

“Let me give you some advice: fighting won’t do you any good.

Besides, if you start a fight, you’ll risk causing an avalanche on Ice Lotus Mountain.

If you want to see how powerful those snowballs are, go ahead and try.”

“Yeah.” Toothless gloated, “If the snow collapses, we’ll all be buried under it.”

The old man knew that was true.

Just a moment ago, a little movement had sent a bunch of snowballs rolling down the mountain.

They’d already seen how those huge snowballs smashed into the cave entrance one after another, so he didn’t dare make a move.

“Ah, ah.” Little Fatty hurried over with the Tianyin Helmet, and from the edge of a hollow in the snow, pulled up a piece of clothing.

There was a bit of blood on the corner, already frozen and icy cold.

“Let me see.”

Qian Wanyu, with her good memory, quickly recognized the fabric as a piece from Zhi Lan’s dress.

“Seventh sister, whose clothes are these from?”

“Sister Zhi Lan.”

Mu Sheng recognized it quickly too.

Since Uncle often looked for Qian Yiling, he’d gotten familiar with Zhi Lan as well, so it was easy to recognize.

“Did something happen to them?”

Toothless snatched the fabric, brushed the snow off it, and held it to her nose for a sniff.

“If she’s hurt and the blood smell is still fresh, I can track her.”

“Yeah.”

Toothless sniffed a couple of times, then quickly turned and headed in another direction.

Qian Wanyu didn’t rush to follow, but stood in place and looked around.

Dongfang Minghui thought she was worried about her mother and tried to comfort her softly, “Seventh sister, with Mom and Uncle’s skills, ordinary people can’t hurt them.”

At worst, maybe they just got buried by snowballs.

Dongfang Minghui racked her brain to think of something to comfort Seventh sister, but realized she wasn’t very good with words.

Qian Wanyu saw her troubled expression and patiently said, “I’m just thinking, if I were Mom, where would I hide in such an emergency?”

“Huh?”

“After thinking it over, underground is the safest.” Qian Wanyu said directly, “This place is higher than where we came from.

When an avalanche hits, the snowballs come fast, so there’s no time to dig a hole.

The only option is to head for higher ground.”

Dongfang Minghui followed behind Seventh sister, looking up, and sure enough, spotted a place higher than anywhere else, but below it was a wide frozen river.

“They’re not there.”

“Hm?”

Qian Wanyu calculated based on the timing of the avalanche.

“That was probably the first place Mom and Uncle hid.”

Just like when they left the cave and didn’t have time to react before the second wave of snow hit.

“Maybe Mom and Uncle went back to look for us, but the tents got buried, and then they—”

Could they have run into Lahan and Cheng Jiang in the meantime?

“Hey—” Toothless shouted, but the ground trembled, scaring her into shutting up and waving at the others.

Qian Wanyu grabbed her hand and hurried over.

“Did you find something?”

Toothless pointed with her mouth.

She’d already melted the snow around with fire, revealing a hole big enough for a person to crawl into.

“I checked, the blood smell is coming from here.

Maybe your mom and the others are inside.”

Qian Wanyu glanced at it.

“I’ll go down and check.

You all wait up here.”

“No way.”

Dongfang Minghui and the old man objected in unison.

She was worried there was danger below and wanted to go with Seventh sister.

The old man was worried Qian Wanyu would run off with the Eye of Truth.

Qian Wanyu took out the Eye of Truth and tossed it to the old man.

“Here, take it back.

Any more complaints?”

The old man turned the Eye of Truth over and over, still looking worried that they’d swapped it for a fake.

Everyone was annoyed by his petty behavior.

Dongfang Minghui mocked him, “You’ve got your thing, you’ve seen the map, now get lost.”

“Hey, girl, that’s no way to talk…” The old man tried to lecture her, but no one paid him any attention.

Qian Wanyu whispered, “Keep an eye on them for me up here.

I’ll be right back.”

Dongfang Minghui glared at the old man and nervously tugged Qian Wanyu’s sleeve.

“Seventh sister, I’ll stay up here, but take Little Colour with you.

If anything goes wrong, have it pull you up.”

“No need.”

With that, Qian Wanyu squeezed herself down the hole.

Dongfang Minghui turned and glared at the old man.

“What are you looking at?”

Little Fatty went to the hole and made a couple of noises, wanting to go down too, but Toothless grabbed him and dragged him back.

“She’ll be back soon.

What are you trying to get involved for?”

Toothless was right.

Qian Wanyu came back up quickly, bringing with her a barely conscious person.

Following behind were Qian Yiling and Qian Ziyan.

“Ninth Sister.”

“Sister Zhilian.”

“Yeah.”

Dongfang Minghui busied herself checking her injuries, carefully examining as she spoke, “Seventh sister, set up the tent, block the wind, lay out the bedding, we’ll need Sister Zhilian to lie down in a bit.”

Mu Sheng and Lien quickly put the tent back up, but the original tent poles were all broken, so the rebuilt tent was missing parts and wasn’t as spacious.

It leaned crookedly, and a gust of wind could almost knock it over.

But no one cared about that right now.

After Qian Wanyu laid out the bedding, she even had Little Fatty lie on it for a while, warming up the cold bedding with her body heat.

Zhilian had already passed out, her face so pale it could rival the snow outside.

Dongfang Minghui checked her pulse—it was very weak.

She sent all the men out, leaving only Toothless, Seventh sister, and Qian Yiling in the tent.

Without hesitation, she pulled open Zhilian’s clothes and found the most serious wound was on her back—a diagonal gash about thirty or forty centimeters long.

“Mom, who ambushed her from behind?”

The attack was ruthless, clearly meant to kill.

“Zhilian took the hit for me, she suffered because of me.”

“I see.”

Qian Wanyu noticed Qian Yiling looked exhausted and patted her shoulder.

“Mom, I can handle things here.

If you can’t bear to watch, go rest for a bit.”

Qian Yiling shook her head.

“Those three weren’t real Night Fox clan members.

They were hiding their intentions, following us all this way to steal the map.”

Qian Wanyu gave her a gentle hug.

“Are those two dead?”

“No.

While we were fighting, there was a sudden earthquake, and Zhilian was badly hurt.

After discussing with your uncle, we decided to hide here for now.” She’d planned to go look for people once things outside calmed down, but Zhilian’s condition kept getting worse, so they kept delaying until now.

“I see,” Dongfang Minghui murmured.

“Xiao Jiu, has Zhilian’s condition changed?”

There was a change.

Dongfang Minghui had always wondered why Zhilian’s body was so cold, and she finally found the reason.

Luckily, she had experience with this—there was a kind of injury that was especially painful, caused by an ice-type Spiritual Master.

At first, she thought the cold was just from the low temperature, but after pressing gently, she realized it was both the ice element and those little people.

“Mom, did you see what weapon they used?”

“It was an ice blade.”

“Got it.”

That made things easier.

Dongfang Minghui quickly removed the ice shards from Zhilian’s body, and blood immediately gushed out, splattering all over her face.

But the blood wasn’t as cold as before.

Dongfang Minghui didn’t even have time to wipe it off.

“Seventh sister, give me the special potion I just made.”

Qian Wanyu handed her the porcelain bottle without missing a beat, then used her sleeve to help wipe her face before letting go.

“Do you need cotton cloth or alcohol?”

“I do.”

One spoke as if it was obvious, the other acted naturally—they worked together in perfect harmony.

Qian Yiling’s heart was with Zhilian.

Zhilian had followed her for years and now had taken a fatal blow for her, so she was very worried.

But she couldn’t help being distracted by the way these two worked together, one willing to act, the other willing to help.

She knew the two liked each other, but this was the first time she’d seen a same-sex couple together.

Curious, she watched closely from the side.

“Seventh sister, have Little Fatty come lie with Sister Zhilian for a while.”

“You want her to be a cuddle buddy?”

Cuddle buddy? That word sounded new coming from Seventh sister.

Dongfang Minghui blinked and pretended to be serious.

“Seventh sister, Little Fatty definitely won’t want to, so you’ll have to bribe her well.”

Dongfang Minghui thought about using snow or alcohol to help warm Zhilian up, but then realized that in this freezing weather, if it didn’t work, it’d just make things worse.

It was better to use a living heater to warm the bed.

Dongfang Minghui guessed right.

Qian Wanyu called Little Fatty over and explained the situation.

Little Fatty blinked her big black eyes at her but refused the medicinal plants she offered.

“Little Fatty, how about two medicinal plants?”

Little Bean Sprout’s flower bud shook as if saying—no way.

“Three?”

After Dongfang Minghui finished treating Zhilian’s wounds, she said, “Let Little White Ball out to lie next to Sister Zhilian.

Its body temperature is really high.”

Qian Wanyu saw Little Fatty still wouldn’t budge and sighed, “Guess that’s the only way.”

She was about to put the medicinal plants away when Little Fatty snatched them, stuffed them in her mouth, and burrowed into the bedding, putting the Tianyin helmet in the middle.

Dongfang Minghui shook her head.

“Little Fatty, you can’t put Little Bean Sprout there.”

Qian Wanyu suddenly understood—Little Fatty was getting clever, bargaining in her own way.

She looked between Little Fatty and Little Bean Sprout and agreed, “I’ll keep Little Bean Sprout with me and take good care of it.”

Little Bean Sprout, who’d been swaying, froze at her words.

Little Fatty suddenly crawled out of the bedding, clutching the Tianyin helmet protectively, looking wary.

Dongfang Minghui rolled her eyes.

“Alright, Little Fatty, get back in.

Little Bean Sprout is yours, no one’s taking it.

You finally warmed up the bed, don’t let it go to waste.”

“Ah ah.” She kept her word.

“Yes, yes, get back in.”

Only then did Little Fatty obediently lie down, putting the Tianyin helmet by her head, her big black eyes staring at the ancient patterns on it.

“Sister Zhilian’s wounds are fine, but it depends on how well she recovers.

She should stay in bed today.

If she doesn’t get a fever overnight, she’ll probably wake up tomorrow.” Dongfang Minghui finished and got ready to go out for some air.

The tent was cramped and stuffy with so many people inside.

Qian Yiling sat by to keep watch.

After they left, she remembered something and quickly called them back.

“Big brother’s arm was also scratched by them.

Xiao Jiu, can you take a look?”

“Sure.”

Dongfang Minghui had never had the chance to approach Uncle Wood as an apothecary before.

Hearing her mother’s instructions, she was eager to try.

Uncle Wood was the only living dead who had survived and regained his sanity.

His research value was higher than anyone else’s.

Qian Wanyu saw her eyes light up, opened wider than usual.

“Happy?”

Dongfang Minghui pressed her lips together and quickly tried to hide her smile.

“Seventh sister, if I tell you, don’t get mad.”

“Silly, if you hadn’t been so ruthless to cut your own flesh before, your uncle wouldn’t be whole today.

If you want to ask, just ask properly.”

“Seventh sister, you’re so wise.”

Qian Wanyu pinched her nose hard, then went with her to find Qian Ziyan.

Qian Ziyan was standing in front of the frozen river, the huge iron box still strapped to his back as always.

He only turned around when he heard footsteps.

Seeing the two of them, he asked, “How’s Zhi Lan?”

“If she doesn’t get a fever today, she’ll wake up tomorrow.”

“That’s good.”

Qian Ziyan saw they had no intention of leaving.

“Is there something else?”

“Mother said you hurt your arm.”

“Uncle Wood, I want to give you a proper checkup.”

Qian Ziyan was about to refuse, but when he saw Dongfang Minghui’s hopeful face, he stretched out his arm.

“It’s nothing serious.

Since you’re worried, go ahead and see if there’s anything wrong.”

The arm Qian Ziyan extended had a clear red mark at the wrist, like a red string tied around it.

It looked oddly familiar.

She frowned and even reached out to touch it.

“Uncle, when did you get this mark?” She remembered that apart from the piece of flesh Lu Xing accidentally sliced off years ago, there had never been—

But she couldn’t finish.

The reason was simple: the inside of her uncle’s arm was smooth and unblemished, the old scar had vanished for no reason.

“What is it?” Qian Wanyu saw her strange expression and asked curiously.

“Uncle, when did the scar on your arm disappear?”

“Scar?”

Qian Ziyan looked even more surprised than Qian Wanyu.

“What scar? Ever since I woke up, except for this strange red mark on my wrist, there’s been nothing else.”

Dongfang Minghui rubbed her head, starting to doubt herself.

Did she remember wrong?

She checked Qian Ziyan’s arm again, even more amazed this time.

“The wound doesn’t seem serious.”

The injury was similar to the one on Zhi Lan, a large scratch, but her uncle’s wound had almost healed.

“Uncle, your body seems to recover really fast.

Did you eat something?”

Qian Ziyan shook his head.

“No.”

“Hmm.”

Dongfang Minghui left looking troubled.

Qian Wanyu glanced at her.

“Uncle, there’s something else I need to tell you.”

Qian Ziyan let his sleeve fall and glanced at the group being guarded by Toothless.

“Is there news about the Eye of Truth?”

“Yes, the Eye of Truth in that person’s hand is real.

I used the method you taught me, and the Eye of Truth brought us here, that’s how we found you.”

“It’s really that magical?”

“Yeah.”

Qian Ziyan asked a few more questions, and their conversation ended.

——

Meanwhile, Dongfang Minghui was so distracted she almost bumped right into Lien, who was coming to find her.

“Sorcerer, are you okay?”

Dongfang Minghui was thinking about the price a living dead had to pay to become normal again.

Besides her blood, how could a body that had dried up inside and out recover so fast?

“Weird, could my blood not only bring people back to life, but also make them radiate vitality from the inside out?”

“You’re overthinking it.” Little Colour interrupted her wild thoughts coldly in her soul sea.

Dongfang Minghui thought she was probably overthinking too.

“But, do you remember that scar on Uncle Wood?”

Back then, Lu Xing had sliced off a piece of flesh from Uncle Wood’s wrist.

At the time, her uncle’s body was already necrotic, so the scar was hideous.

She was sure it could never heal.

But unexpectedly, in just a few years, her uncle not only regained his mind, but his body no longer smelled like a corpse, and his healing ability was back to normal—no, even faster than normal.

In just a few days, the wound had healed, leaving only a red mark.

“Strange thing is, the red mark on uncle’s wrist looks just like the whisker that the Child Immortal Ancestor gave me.”

Thinking of this, Dongfang Minghui felt a pang of regret.

That whisker from the Child Immortal Ancestor was supposed to be well kept, could be used endlessly to save many people, but… “Little Colour, do you remember where that little radish ran off to?”

“No idea.”

“If I’d known, I should’ve tied it up with a red string.” Then it wouldn’t have disappeared.

“Sorcerer, are you alright?”

Lien saw her spacing out and had to call her several times before she snapped out of it.

Dongfang Minghui was still distracted, looked at him for a while before saying, “Lien, did you need something?”

Lien grinned honestly, showing eight white teeth.

“Ninth Sister.”

“Seventh sister, are you done talking with uncle?”

“Yeah, Seventh sister has something to ask you.

Come with me.” Qian Wanyu pulled her aside, found a spot for five people, and then asked in a low voice, “You look distracted.

Is there something wrong with uncle?”

Dongfang Minghui didn’t really know how to explain.

“The changes in uncle are actually good, maybe he had some kind of adventure.

But I just find it strange.

Uncle has been a living dead for over ten years, but you saw it too, Seventh sister—his wounds healed really well.”

“Since uncle came back to the Qian Family, he hasn’t had any more adventures.” Qian Wanyu was very sure.

“If you don’t believe me, ask Mu Sheng, he knows too.”

“That makes even less sense.”

There’s always a cause for every effect, but she just couldn’t figure out the cause, which made her really frustrated.

“If we could solve the mystery about Uncle Wood, maybe we could save other living dead in the future.

Too bad.” She didn’t have a single clue.

“Alright, take it slow, don’t rush.” Qian Wanyu patted her on the head.

“Once Zhi Lan’s injuries are stable, we can set out for Ice Lotus Mountain.”

“Are we going to the mountaintop Lien mentioned last time?”

“If it’s on the way, we’ll stop by.”

Dongfang Minghui glanced at her, confused.

“Seventh sister, do you suspect—” Lien?

“Minghui, Wanyu, the lord wants you two to come over.

Zhi Lan’s condition doesn’t look good.”

“Okay.”

Getting interrupted like that, Dongfang Minghui forgot what she was about to say.

She quickly followed Mu Sheng into the tent.

Little Fatty had already left the bedding and was obediently sitting next to Little Bean Sprout.

She reached out to touch, and shivered—the temperature was scarily high.

“All the men, leave.”

Qian Wanyu saw her struggling to turn Zhi Lan over and helped out.

She saw the wound that had been treated was faintly red.

She heard Ninth Sister mutter, “This really is a bit troublesome.”

Qian Yiling waited anxiously on the side.

Every time she wanted to speak, she saw the other busy with pills and medicine, so she waited until everything was done.

“Xiao Jiu, how is Zhi Lan now?”

“It’s been dragged out a bit too long.” Dongfang Minghui leaned back into the person behind her.

“Mom, do you know if uncle has had any adventures lately?”

The topic jumped a bit too fast.

Qian Wanyu was stunned, rubbed her hair, and said, “If you’re tired, just rest on Seventh sister for a while.

I’ll watch over Zhi Lan.”

Qian Yiling was also confused by the question.

“Did something happen to your uncle?”

“Mom, don’t overthink it.

Ninth Sister just has some questions she can’t figure out.”

“Oh.”

“Uncle’s wounds are all healed.” Qian Wanyu added.

The person in her arms soon started breathing steadily.

Qian Wanyu listened and made a shushing gesture to Qian Yiling.

Qian Yiling saw her own Yu’er gently holding someone in her arms, patting her in rhythm.

That gentle look was something she only saw when the two were alone.

She quickly left the tent, leaving the space for the two of them.

“Little Fatty, come here.”

Qian Wanyu took out the bedding she’d prepared from her space.

Little Fatty was smart, helping her lay everything out, even rolling around in the bedding and refusing to get up, blinking at the Ninth Sister in her arms.

“This isn’t your bed.”

She hadn’t forgotten how last time this little guy coaxed Toothless to squeeze Ninth Sister in the middle while she was gone.

Once was an accident, but twice—she wouldn’t allow it.

“You can sleep here, but give me Little Bean Sprout.

I saw there’s a glacier outside, and the Tianyin helmet is filthy.

It’s time for a good wash.”

Little Bean Sprout looked up in awe.

The Tianyin helmet even stood up on its own.

Little Fatty immediately grabbed the Tianyin helmet, glaring at her with those black eyes full of hostility.

Qian Wanyu put Dongfang Minghui into the bedding warmed by Little Fatty.

Dongfang Minghui just snuggled in and fell fast asleep.

Qian Wanyu sat by the side, checking on Zhi Lan every incense stick’s time.

The night passed quietly.

Snow fell all night.

The three of them and Little Fatty shared a tent.

The others squeezed into another tent and got through the night without any trouble.

“Young master.”

“Zhi Lan, you’re awake.” Qian Wanyu first checked her pulse, then touched her forehead.

She’d learned these moves from Dongfang Minghui and had gotten pretty good at them.

“Do you have the strength to get up?”

“Yeah.”

Zhi Lan was lying on her stomach, pushing herself up with her elbows.

Qian Wanyu helped her up.

“Mom was really worried about you, she stayed with you the whole time.”

“My lord doesn’t need to worry.

My life isn’t worth much.

I didn’t expect to live to see you again, young master.”

“Zhi Lan.”

Qian Yiling heard she was awake and got so excited her voice got louder.

Dongfang Minghui suddenly sat up in the bedding, staring blankly ahead for a while before realizing Zhi Lan was awake, then quickly checked her over.

“Zhi Lan’s injuries are fine now.” As a pharmacist, Dongfang Minghui really didn’t agree with her continuing up Ice Lotus Mountain.

First, her injuries needed time to heal, and second, it was too dangerous—no one knew what might happen next.

But they still had to take care of a patient.

“I’ll help her recover along the way.” That was the only promise she could make.

After resting for half a day, they set out toward Ice Lotus Mountain.

Because they had a patient, their pace was naturally slower.

Qian Wanyu’s group already knew a bit about the snowy mountains and didn’t agree with traveling at night.

At night, the snow fell heavily, and in the blink of an eye, you could turn into a snowman.

With the wind and snow blinding you, it was easy to get lost.

So every evening, they dug a hole to hide from the snow.

That day, they dug a deep pit, tidied up a bit, and everyone rested.

Dongfang Minghui liked to hold Little Fatty in her arms, like a portable heater.

Little Fatty liked to snuggle up to her, automatically adjusting the temperature, holding a bean sprout in his hands.

Mu Sheng hunched his neck against the cold wind, looking at Minghui with envy.

“If you’re jealous, you can just hold Xiao Miao in your arms,” Qian Ziyan suggested.

Mu Sheng looked at Little Fatty, then at Xiao Miao, and quickly turned himself into a ninja turtle.

At night, everything was silent.

Snow was falling quietly outside, and everyone was absorbed in their own cultivation.

Suddenly, Lien opened his eyes, stood up, and with a swift movement, jumped out of the pit they had dug.

The others opened their eyes at the same time.

Qian Wanyu glanced at Toothless, then quickly leapt out as well, chasing after Lien’s footsteps as they gradually disappeared into the heavy snow.

“Follow him.

Maybe we can find the ice coffin he saw that day.

Be careful, Binglian Mountain is dangerous,” Qing Mo hesitated a little in the soul sea.

“It’s fine.”

Lien moved quickly up Binglian Mountain, and Qian Wanyu followed all the way.

But the wind and snow stung her eyes, and if she lost focus for even a moment, she’d lose sight of the figure ahead.

More than once, her feet slipped and she almost lost her footing, nearly rolling down the mountain.

“He’s really familiar with Binglian Mountain.”

Hi friends, apologies for taking so long to update… Updates will be more frequent now as I have gone fulltime into translation + developing my new translation app - Novel Translator

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