Chapter 112: Water Grass is like two water plants, growing in the ice and snow. ...
When they returned to Lingshanze, Xie Hanyi was curled up in the cold water with his eyes closed, hunched over like a baby.
The water surface was just at his waistline, and the breeze caused it to ripple slightly, soaking most of his clothes and making him look thin and weak.
Mu Fuyun saw him from afar and subconsciously wanted to get closer, but he stopped after taking just one step.
She heard him lower his head and murmur, "Cold Frost Pill, give it to me..."
That was the method Qi Yuanbai used on him last time.
Mu Fuyun paused, turned around and went to his private storehouse, but not to get the Lengshuang Pills.
Although the Lengshuang Pills could suppress the pain a little, she didn't want him to suffer even more the next time he had an attack, so she went to the tall cabinet filled with countless rare treasures. With her years of experience in cultivation, she picked out a few panaceas that were not in conflict with each other and were fast-acting. She took them quickly, and when she felt that one or two of them had begun to take effect, she hurried back to the lake.
Probably hearing the noise, Xie Hanyi's body was still curled up, but his eyes trembled and slowly opened.
"Have you got the cold frost pills?"
His voice was drier than before, filled with deep depression and pain, as if he was on the brink of collapse and about to go crazy if he wasn't careful.
Mu Fuyun did not answer, but touched his pounding heart, took a deep breath, and under his gaze, stepped into the freezing water step by step.
"No, go back!"
Xie Hanyi shook his head, and his blurred eyes focused for a moment.
This lake is the source of the thousand-year-old cold pond in Shanmingju. It is not only freezing cold, which can extinguish the Six Ding Divine Fire, but also contains pure and rich spiritual power.
If the cold pond in Shanmingju is already too much for ordinary cultivators to bear, then this seemingly calm lake carries the spiritual veins of the entire Tianyan, and the pressure it brings is hundreds or thousands of times greater than that of the cold pond. Once greed arises in the heart and one fails to restrain oneself, even if one absorbs even a little bit of the spiritual energy from it, one will go astray until the meridians can no longer bear it and the cultivator dies by self-destruction.
"You can't come here!"
Mu Fuyun did not answer, nor did he retreat. He continued to step firmly into the water, step by step.
The lake water was icy cold, seeping through her Taoist robe and sticking to her skin, like sharp needles, pricking her and causing her so much pain that she felt as if her legs were no longer her own.
But she did not stop at all, she kept a close eye on her pulse, and walked to Xie Hanyi's side in one breath without being distracted.
"Master, I'm fine."
Maybe it was because his whole body and mind were on Xie Hanyi, but after the initial pressure, Mu Fuyun actually gradually felt relieved. The pain was still there, but he was no longer disturbed by the rich spiritual energy in the water. All the meridians in his body had the ability to resist interference on their own.
"Look, I'm fine."
She sat down face to face with him in the water, gently holding his tightly clenched fist, stroking it with gentle force. When his five fingers slowly relaxed, her fingertips quietly slipped into his palm again, sticking close to his, guiding him to feel the peace and stability between his meridians.
Xie Hanyi was still in a trance. In the blur, he felt her calmness and knew that she was not tempted or oppressed by the spiritual power in the lake. A trace of confusion flashed in his hazy eyes, followed by relief and comfort.
"Okay, that's good."
His voice was dry and fuzzy due to the heat and dizziness in his head. He wanted to withdraw his hand, but for some reason, his palm seemed to be attracted by an invisible force and he had no strength to move away.
There seemed to be a dreamlike shadow in front of him, guiding him to release the spiritual power in his meridians and explore into the depths of the fog.
…
Thousands of miles away in Wubei Town, hundreds of Tianyan disciples arrived here in batches as the teleportation array was opened again and again.
The scene before them shocked them.
There was no fierce fighting as imagined, nor was there the feared river of blood and countless injured. The entire Wubei Town was in an unusual darkness and silence.
It was already evening, but there was not a single light on in the entire town, nor a sound of footsteps. It seemed as if the town was deserted and lifeless.
"What's going on? Where have all the people gone?" a disciple from Taiqing Peak asked softly.
Everyone looked at the dark and empty Wubei Town in front of them and held their breath. They looked around for clues and felt an ominous premonition in their hearts.
In the endless yellow sand, the dry night wind whistled past, bringing misty dust in the face.
The disciples raised their arms and covered their faces with their sleeves to protect themselves from the wind and sand.
The scene before my eyes became even more blurry.
Under the influence of wind and sand, the disciples involuntarily retreated and moved closer, trying to stand back to back and form a circle.
I don't know who it was, but when he was retreating, he stepped into the yellow sand, but did not feel the expected smoothness and sinking. Instead, he touched something uneven, which made him unable to stand firmly. He quickly adjusted his steps and looked down.
This sight frightened him and he couldn't help but scream.
Everyone else looked over here when they heard the noise: "What happened?"
The man just shook his head, his eyes wide open, looking down at the ground, pointing to the place where he had just stepped on, as if he still couldn't believe it, and muttered: "Look--"
At his feet, there was a long, brown object, half-buried in the yellow sand. The wind and sand swept across its surface, leaving no trace, gradually revealing its true appearance.
It was a person, the shape of a person dried by the wind!
Immediately afterwards, not only he, but also the disciples around him exclaimed one after another.
“There are some here too!”
"There's a dried corpse!"
"There are two of them!"
"What's going on!"
As more and more mummies appeared, they realized that the closer they got to Wubei Town, the more mummies there were.
A terrifying guess surfaced in many people's minds: "Could it be... these are the people of Wubei Town..."
"But they...were still alive not long ago. The news Ah Xin sent just now didn't mention them..."
"Yeah, in such a short time, even in a dry desert with little rain, it's impossible to become a dried corpse like this..."
One of the disciples was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke up, raising an even more terrifying guess: "Is it possible that this wasn't exposed to the sun—"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed in a distant direction to the west.
In the pitch-black sky, a faint line of light interwoven with silver-blue and orange-red appears and disappears from time to time. It is the light of the spiritual vein buried underground.
Powerful spiritual power seeps out from the spiritual veins. Once the surface covers them and the surrounding spiritual power is too abundant, the meridians of the cultivators will open up unconsciously, and they will desperately absorb spiritual power based on their instinctive desire for strength.
Most people cannot control themselves. When they think they are drawing strength, they are actually having their spiritual veins sucking away the spiritual power in their bodies.
If you don't stop in time and close your meridians, you will be exhausted and die from cracked body within half an hour.
This is the case for the monks who are protected by spiritual power, let alone these mortals in Wubei Town.
Everyone stared silently at the ghostly light in the distance, and belatedly felt the spread of spiritual energy around them. They shuddered and had no time to feel sad for these innocent people. They quickly held their breath and concentrated, closing their meridians to prevent themselves from ending up like this.
"what is going on!"
"The seal was revealed so thoroughly, it must have been done by someone. Who was it? Could it be that there's a traitor in their Demon Realm?"
"The monster that wreaked havoc in the Xisha polar region last time seemed to have escaped from a seal in the past—"
"The seal of the past..."
"Can you escape from the seal created by so many powerful seniors?"
"Could it be the great devil Kun Sheyang!"
"But wasn't he already killed by Lingshan Daojun?"
"The Dao Lord severed his body and shattered his spirit, but some of his spirit remains, scattered beneath the seal. Laying dormant for so many years, it's not entirely surprising that he's stirring up trouble again..."
At this moment, another earthquake sounded from afar, causing the disciples to jump up from the sand and fly in the air on their swords to reduce the impact of the earthquake.
"Master and the others should be near the spiritual vein. We must hurry over there!"
Someone shouted and flew on swords with his fellow disciples, going against the direction of the earthquake and rushing towards the desert where the light was.
…
Half an hour later, the earthquake in the westernmost part finally reached Tianyan.
The impact was weakened a lot during transmission, not as huge as in the westernmost part, but it still made people dizzy.
Xie Hanyi was shocked and felt dizzy, as if he was in a dream.
It was a paradise hidden behind the fog.
The lush grass and the fallen petals, the tender green and light pink, intertwined together, make the eyes blurry.
Over the years, he had accumulated too much boiling energy that had nowhere to be released or vented, and it seemed that he had finally found a temporary place to put it.
The lake water was shaking in waves due to the earthquake. The original cold and stinging feeling disappeared, and turned into a gentle touch, soothing the boiling heat in his blood and the tangled wrinkles between his brows.
He couldn't help but send out the powerful spiritual power that he had carried for decades under the pressure of his spiritual veins from his meridians, allowing his already exhausted body to relax for a moment.
“Master…”
Someone is calling softly in my ear, like the sigh of the drizzle on a spring night, like the whisper of the summer evening breeze.
He responded in a low voice, as if he had sunk into the water from head to toe, floating around. He opened his mouth and spit out a string of bubbles. There was clearly sound vibration, but even he himself didn't know what he said.
Just like that, the two of them lay in the cold lake with the waves rising and falling, their palms connected, their Taoist robes intertwined, and they snuggled up to each other, like two water plants growing in the ice and snow, like a miracle.
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