Chapter 397 The New Lord of the North
The snow in the North seemed to be mixed with moonlight.
Huali, wearing deerskin boots, stood on the snow-covered hill, gazing into the distance. Aobai, perched on her shoulder, followed her gaze: "Suspended Mirror Lake is just ahead. We can teleport there in five minutes."
Huali took a breath of the biting wind and reached out to pull her snow-white fox fur tighter: "Teleportation? It's only two miles. We can walk there like it's a tourist trip."
Steward Ao narrowed his eyes: "Tsk."
That damn turtle trait is kicking in again.
But with so many lice, the cat king wasn't bothered by the itching anymore; he was too lazy to care about things that shouldn't be known to these adorable kittens.
It stared at Huali's fox fur coat, "What was Luo Chuan's expression when you wore this in front of him?"
Karin looked completely bewildered. "What kind of expression is that? He gave this to me in the first place."
The vixen, having gotten her way, had no intention of letting her go so easily. However, she was truly aching and exhausted from the ordeal. Therefore, she righteously and firmly refused Luo Chuan's companion.
He was repeatedly ordered not to follow him secretly.
So, it took Luo Chuan a long time just to tie a knot in her fox fur coat.
Huali felt a little amused.
Childish ghost.
Chief Steward Ao nodded, "He's quite authoritative on the topic of demons killing each other. First there was Brother Shrimp who fried shrimp, then there was Little Bird who loved to eat fish, and now Luo Chuan is wearing a fox fur coat."
Huali was speechless. "What are you thinking? This is a combination of technology and hard work, much warmer than a fox fur coat."
As the two walked and talked, they stopped in their tracks just as they reached the foot of the snow hill, when a slight fluctuation of spiritual energy caused them to walk on.
Steward Ao sniffed. "Right here." Spiritual energy ripples flowed behind the snow hill, creating a stark contrast with the surroundings.
"Water, moon, and flower in a mirror."
Huali chuckled, lightly touched the snow with her toes, and her body flew like a fluttering butterfly toward the back of the snow hill.
As expected.
Deep in the snowfield, a crystal-clear lake comes into view.
No flowers were visible in the lake, but a few transparent, glassy flowers floated in the center.
They resemble double-petaled lotuses, yet are even lighter and more ethereal. The petals are as thin as cicada wings, almost completely transparent, with only a faint rainbow flowing around the edges.
Rootless and without duckweed, it floats quietly in the icy blue lake water, swaying gently with the ripples.
"No wonder it's called Water Moon Mirror Flower."
It looks like it was photoshopped on.
Having found the item, Huali got right to work. Unlike ordinary cultivators who would use hand seals to cast spells, she casually raised her right hand, lightly snapped her thumb and middle finger together, and gave a crisp snap.
In an instant, the entire lake seemed to come alive.
The transparent flowers that were originally drifting with the current seemed to be gently drawn by an invisible force, and slowly floated towards her from the water.
Just as Huali bent down to touch the transparent petals that were within arm's reach, a subtle fluctuation of spiritual energy suddenly came from the side.
A thought suddenly struck her: Were they here to search for treasure?
After quickly scooping one of the flowers out and stuffing it into Qinglin's pendant, Huali looked around following her senses.
The next second, they suddenly met a pair of deep, dark eyes.
*
Northern Territory, New Snow City.
The majestic city stands amidst the snow and wind of the North. Its walls are not made of bricks and stones, but are forged from millennia-old ice and demonic iron, gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light under the aurora.
An unfamiliar flag hangs on the city wall—a silver background interwoven with cyan magic patterns and ice crystal totems.
At the end of the jade steps on the high platform, the young man sat quietly in a wheelchair, wearing a moon-white wide-sleeved robe, his long, black-jade hair half-tied up, the rest cascading over his shoulders like a waterfall.
Wen Tingyun's face was pale and cold. His thin lips were pressed together in the usual gentle curve that did not reach his eyes. He slowly played with the invitation in his hand.
Behind him stood various creatures from the North.
There was a Snow Ape elder with intelligent eyes, a Xuanpo clan envoy clad in ice armor, and even a crystal spirit that had solidified and was radiating cold energy.
These small tribes, once scattered on the northern border and oppressed by all sides, are now all under his command.
"Your Highness, all arrangements in the city have been made according to your instructions." A general in black armor, with old scars on his face, knelt on one knee, his breath instantly turning into frost.
Wen Tingyun nodded.
Behind the general were dozens of men, all of whom were his old subordinates who had followed him through thick and thin for nearly a century when the source of the black energy was severed.
Seeing that His Highness remained silent, the general couldn't help but raise his eyes and look at the young man in the wheelchair.
Sunset City has now been completely taken over by the Demon Lord Wen Jin. His ruthless methods have even forced the stubborn elders who have always insisted on bloodlines to bow down.
The spies His Highness had planted between Sunset City and the Seven Kings over the years were completely uprooted, and all his hard work was almost destroyed.
Even so, this person was still able to calmly plan and escape death in dire straits. This forbearance and scheming are truly astonishing.
However, what chilled him to the bone even more was the night His Highness decided to completely break free from the demon race.
He casually abandoned his centuries-old network of informants and connections, and went directly to the Northern Border. With his remaining troops, he swept through 137 surrounding tribes in three months with lightning speed.
The process is very simple.
Those who submit—live.
Those who resist—regardless of age—will be eradicated completely.
He had personally witnessed a young man standing on the battlefield, listening with a smile to the clamor of a tribal chief, and then gently waving his hand.
The demon riders surged out like a tide, and in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the tribe with thousands of warriors was completely wiped out from the snowfield.
Blood stained the snow of the North, but it also swiftly established the unquestionable majesty of "New Snow City."
*
Wen Tingyun quietly looked down at the orderly streets of the city.
The houses built of ice and stone, the ordinary survivors on the street, the weak spirits, and the children chasing and playing in the open space—yet one figure kept popping into my mind.
He pulled the thin blanket over his knees, his long, slender fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the armrests of his wheelchair.
He wanted to be a stone that breaks the rules, and now... has he succeeded?
Clearly, what he questioned was already a fact for her.
The girl became the most dazzling gem.
She shattered all conspiracies, standing atop the clouds, radiant with light. Her name appears on the Xianbo every single day.
She was with Shen Yu, Wen Jin, the Buddha, the Demon King, and the Mermaid.
These people can walk openly with her, but he... can only stay in the shadows, gazing at that burning figure from afar.
The invitation was crushed into dust in Wen Tingyun's hands.
At the same time, a possessive desire mixed with long-suppressed delusions arose, quietly coiling around his heart like a poisonous vine.
He suddenly longed, so longed, to look again into those cunning, star-like eyes.
Just like when they first met in the Hundred Herbs Garden in the capital city of Soli.
Just as this rebellious delusion was once again scorching his blood like wildfire—
Wen Tingyun's pupils suddenly contracted.
Because he clearly sensed a faint yet familiar aura appearing at the edge of the barrier surrounding Snow City.
It was... her scent.
The young man in the wheelchair paused, his cold rationality regaining control.
The power of spatial laws surged silently around Wen Tingyun. In the next instant, the city was completely empty.
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