Chapter 146 Even God Favors You 1

Three thousand miles north of Canglan Mountain, the mountain is sealed off by ice and snow, making it difficult for cultivators to travel. Anyone who flies on a sword will get lost there.

At the summit of the mountains, in a secluded place, lay an ice coffin. The wind and snow seemed to have a special fondness for the person sleeping inside, gently circling around it.

A pale, almost transparent hand reached out from inside and rested on the edge of the ice coffin.

The wind and snow then stopped.

The person in the ice coffin sat up.

He was dressed in a bright red wedding gown, his long black hair cascading down to his waist, his face deathly pale, and his heterochromatic eyes blinking blankly.

He's back?

Xie Rong slowly climbed out of the ice coffin, stepped barefoot into the snow, looked around, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The fluctuations of spiritual energy in the wind were so familiar they sent shivers down my spine.

Xie Rong grinned, and his eyes suddenly shone brightly.

He's back!

Xie Rong's legs were still stiff, and he limped as he ran. The hem of his red wedding dress trailed behind him, and the golden runes on the hem reflected a dazzling light in the snow.

He tried circulating the spiritual energy within his body and was overjoyed.

No one knows who sealed his body in an ice coffin and even healed his meridians and dantian!

Xie Rong smiled for a moment, then suddenly knelt down in the snow, his warm tears silently dripping into the snow and creating holes.

Countless hateful names floated into his mind, making him both cry and laugh, driving him mad.

[Aren't you happy even though you're home, host?]

Xie Rong's expression suddenly darkened. He turned and stared at the white slime on his shoulder. "Why are you still here?"

[Host's mission is complete. The main system is now transferring me to you.]

“He dumped you because he thought you were useless,” Xie Rong rolled her eyes and sneered, “Only I don’t mind.”

The white slime immediately hugged him, ["Waaah, host, don't leave me!"]

Xie Rong closed his eyes, his divine sense spreading outwards, and opened his eyes a moment later.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, there is only one sparsely populated village.

"In the beginning," he murmured.

A long sword, entirely a deep purple, flew out of the snowdrift and stood before him, its blade trembling excitedly and emitting a series of melodies as if it were pouting.

Xie Rong raised his hand and tapped the sword.

The Primordial Sword immediately lowered itself slightly, and once it was settled, it slowly floated down the mountain.

Xie Rong sat on the sword, glanced down at the Floating Mountain Ring on his finger, hesitated for a moment, and then probed his consciousness into it.

The things he hid inside before he died are still there!

At that time, he had just been rescued by his master. His meridians were broken and he had no cultivation. He was filled with despair and searched everywhere for a way to cultivate even with broken meridians.

Even the most wicked techniques in the demon realm require intact meridians to circulate demonic energy.

Xie Rong retrieved the most unorthodox cultivation technique from the Floating Mountain Ring—

Star-Absorbing Evil Skill.

Unlike the Hehuan Sect, which absorbs cultivation through sexual intercourse, this technique allows one to absorb cultivation simply by touching someone.

If one could touch the stars, absorbing their power would be a piece of cake!

Without the slightest hesitation, Xie Rong abandoned the righteous path and eagerly began to peruse the cultivation manual in his hands.

Nothing is more important than becoming stronger!

However, no evil martial art is without side effects.

Unfortunately, the page describing the side effects in this manual was torn out.

Never mind, it's not important.

...

"What commotion was happening on Mount Canglan today? I almost thought the sky had fallen!"

"You don't know this? Lu Anlan, who exiled himself from the Canglan Sect, went to Canglan Mountain to steal that person's soul lamp and got into a fight with the Canglan Mountain Sect Leader!"

"That person has been dead for five hundred years, his body is no longer intact, what use is the soul lamp now?"

"Who knows? Anyway, Lu Anlan managed to snatch the Soul Lamp. The wedding was so grand back then, who would have thought it would end like this? It's just a pity that the peerless beauty died so fiercely."

Every day, many cultivators who go to the snow mountain to collect immortal herbs pass through the village, so the only tea stall in the village is always crowded.

"An unparalleled beauty? How beautiful? Is she really that beautiful?"

Everyone turned to look outside, following the gaze of the person who spoke.

A red figure stood at the village entrance, looking up and staring intently at the orange tree at the village entrance.

With skin as white as snow, a slender waist, and innocent, bright eyes, she looked like a pampered young master who had gone missing.

“Young master,” a monk straightened his robes and strode forward, “the snow mountain is not a place for playing around. Where are your servants? Why are you here alone?”

The boy in red slowly turned his head, looked him up and down, his eyes lit up, and he smiled at him, "I don't know."

The young cultivator stared blankly at his watery eyes, forgetting to breathe, "That..."

"I'm so hungry and so cold," Xie Rong said, her pale, translucent right foot stepping on her left foot beneath her bright red dress. "Daoist Master, can you take me home?"

The young cultivator was secretly delighted, and unconsciously straightened his back, saying proudly, "Of course."

The boy in red stepped onto the young swordsman's sword and flew away. At the tea stall, the person who started the conversation stared blankly at the red-clad figure gradually disappearing into the vast snow in the distance, his expression dazed, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

After an incense stick had burned, Xie Rong followed the young cultivator into a cave.

“This is the house I stayed in during my travels in the mountains. In a few days, I will explain everything to my master and then take you back to Canglan Mountain,” the young cultivator said, placing his hand on Xie Rong’s shoulder.

"Your master is...?" Xie Rong blinked in confusion.

“It’s Elder Nie from the Canglan Sect,” the young cultivator said with a hint of pride.

Xie Rong said softly, "Nie Xiuming?"

The young cultivator raised an eyebrow in surprise: "You know him?"

"I was rescued by Elder Nie when I accidentally entered the secret realm before. I have always remembered it and dare not forget it," Xie Rong said, her eyes crinkling with excitement.

“My master has always been so kind. Let me explain, and he will surely agree to let me take you up the mountain. He might even let you stay. Then we can—”

Upon seeing the boy's bewildered, moist eyes, the young cultivator stopped speaking immediately and coughed lightly, "It's getting late, let me take you to rest first."

Xie Rong nodded and followed him into the house.

“My room is right next to yours. Call me if you need anything,” the young monk said softly.

Xie Rong watched him leave, the door closed, and the surroundings were quiet; only the sound of her own heartbeat could be heard.

It was too quiet, eerily quiet.

It was as if the entire cave had been silently encircled, isolating all sounds from the outside.

"How long are you going to follow me like a rat?!" Xie Rong suddenly grabbed a teacup from the table and smashed it on the ground.

The scattered white light spots gradually coalesced into the shape of a man in the room.

Xie Rong stared intently at the man's face.

This was a face with very handsome bone structure, but the skin on his face looked like a piece of patchwork rag, hideous and ugly, which made Xie Rong feel happy.

He clearly remembered that when he confessed to dying together with Lu Anlan, he saw the man's body blown to pieces along with him.

Although he didn't know why his body was restored without a trace, Xie Rong couldn't help but be happy: "Aren't you the chosen one? Aren't you the protagonist? Why doesn't the heavens favor you?"