"Want to come together?"

It's obvious what Yuan Hanyi meant by those words; he just wanted to get their compass for free.

"The junior brothers of Shengyang Peak are highly skilled, so we of Qingshuang Peak should not disturb them."

The second senior brother refused tactfully yet firmly, but unfortunately the people from Shengyang Peak wouldn't leave.

They landed not far from the disciples of Qing Shuang Peak, and even claimed that anyone could walk on this road.

What could the raccoon possibly know about their feud? She stood up, stepping on Shang Yanting's arm with her hind legs and resting her front paws on his shoulder. Looking at the goddess mingling in the crowd not far away, she felt nothing but pity for her.

"Dear host, that pretty young lady behind you is so pitiful."

Shang Yanting glanced back, his pace unchanged, and said, "The heavy sword at her waist could turn you into mincemeat."

Well……

There's no need to describe it in such a bloody way.

Just as they were talking, a commotion broke out behind them.

The people of Shengyang Peak were wildly slashing with their swords, chasing after something. As the disciples of Qingshuang Peak drew their swords to go and investigate, a cheer erupted from them—

I caught a lizard!

The lizard was half a meter long, and when you peeled it open, you could see bright red meat inside, which excited the hungry crowd.

"Should we share some with our fellow disciples on Qing Shuang Peak?"

Zhu Hongxiu asked Yuan Hanyi.

They did do something wrong before they came, so bringing some things over now can help resolve the conflict between the two sides.

Unfortunately, this question immediately drew the ire of many of his fellow students.

Why should we give them to them?

"Exactly! Didn't you see how shameless they were just now?"

They are the most outstanding inner disciples of Shengyang Peak, so why should they curry favor with the people of Qingshuang Peak?

Moreover, there isn't much lizard meat; it's not even enough for all the disciples on their own peak.

Zhu Hongxiu looked apologetically at the Qing Shuang Peak disciples who had come to check on the situation not far away, and they all shrugged upon hearing this.

They had just eaten cooked rabbit and chicken at noon, so they looked down on this bloody thing.

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After a day's journey, the desert was completely dark.

The temperature here will drop to extremely cold within an hour, and people will stop traveling and sit together to keep warm.

At times like this, before her soul departs, Jia Xitong will curl the raccoon into a ball, hug Shang Yanting's hands, and turn it into a... hand warmer.

Who wouldn't envy such an intelligent and useful Warcraft?

The senior students, who were getting a sour drink every day, closed their eyes to go to sleep when suddenly a drop of water hit one of them on the face.

"Is it raining?"

The question had barely left his lips when a torrential downpour began.

"Quick, get some water!"

Everyone got up immediately, and the ground was covered with containers filled with water.

The monks, who had been thirsty for a long time, even stood in the rain and opened their mouths to catch the rain, but they soon stopped doing so.

The heavy rain soaked my clothes, and the cold wind caused my body temperature to drop rapidly.

Not only that, the rain gradually turned into ice!

First came hailstones the size of granulated sugar, then the size of soybeans, and then the size of eggs—a tragedy born of extreme joy.

There was nowhere to hide. Getting bruised and battered by hail was bad enough, but if a lump of ice hit you right on the forehead, you were done for.

"Lie down in the sand and protect your head!"

Senior brothers kept shouting.

In an instant, the sounds of ice blocks falling, screams, footsteps, and digging holes mingled together, creating a chaotic mess.

Of all the people, Shang Yanting is probably the safest.

At this moment, he was covered by a large pot.

Shang Yanting huddled inside the large iron pot, surrounded by the sounds of hailstones pounding against it, occasionally punctuated by a scream or two. The culprit behind all this was lying beside him, its furry head nestled against his neck.

Are you cold?

Jia Xitong asked.

Shang Yanting shook his head slightly, "It's not cold."

He gently touched the head of the puppet in his arms with his forehead. "Where did you get that iron pot?"

"Brought out by the eldest senior brother."

Mounts can't be taken away, right?

While her fellow students were packing their things, she also packed some things they couldn't take with them, including this big iron pot.

She originally intended to use the large iron pot to collect rainwater, but unexpectedly, she ended up using it to carry it on her back.

Hearing the occasional screams coming from outside, Jia Xitong felt sorry for her senior brothers and quietly stuffed two more cotton coats into Shang Yanting's clothes.

The hail lasted for half an hour, and the downpour continued until midnight.

The night wind blew by, and the disciples' robes, which were completely soaked, almost froze, clinging stiffly to their bodies.

"cough!"

"Cough cough cough!"

They were hit by hail, drenched in heavy rain, and extremely cold. Even a martial arts practitioner's body couldn't withstand it, and coughs rose and fell in waves.

Everyone was pale, and some even had colds and fevers.

"Second Brother, I'm so cold."

"Me too, I miss my senior brother and the pancakes he made."

"I'm starting to want to go back to Azure Frost Peak..."

The rain stopped, and the sound of conversation became clearer, occasionally interspersed with the sobs of a burly man.

Jia Xitong nudged Shang Yanting next to her, signaling him to climb out of the iron pot.

Looking at the still-dark sky, Shang Yanting asked coldly, "What are you doing?"

"Look at my senior brothers."

She tugged at his sleeve and led him away, saying, "Didn't you hear some of the senior brothers crying?"

The already fragile senior brothers were immediately speechless.

"Junior Brother Yan, are you alright?"

When the second senior brother's voice rang out, it had all turned into a hoarse, duck-like voice, sounding rather troublesome.

It was pitch black all around, and the little raccoon felt they needed a fire. So she brought out a pile of firewood (←leftovers from when her senior brothers lit a fire), and with Shang Yanting's efforts, a fire was started.

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