Chapter 147 There Has Always Been a Sword (Fifteen) When the Snow Falls (Mini Theater 4...)
It was likely that the King of Jinxiu had issued an edict, because no one stopped the two of them when they left the flower viewing party, and the attendants who came and went only nodded in acknowledgment.
Thinking of the matter of investigating the secret sect, Lin Feiran hurriedly left the mansion with Mingyue. Apart from the two servants, there was no sign of Xuanzhen at the mansion gate.
She was puzzled and asked, "Sisters, where is the boy who came here with us earlier?"
One of them stepped forward and recalled, "He was originally squatting on the steps waiting for you, but he saw something along the way and left in a hurry after asking us to pass on a message to you."
He said there were signs of trouble, but no need to worry; he would return that night.
Lin Feiran pondered that he must have suddenly discovered something amiss with the esoteric sect, which is why he rushed off to investigate without considering anything else.
Xuanzhen is known for her speed and is not reckless. In addition, envoys can communicate with each other using the white jade bell. Since the bell did not ring, she does not need to worry too much. Chasing after her rashly may backfire.
"..."
After a moment of silence, Lin Feiran still rang the white jade bell. A few breaths later, the bell tongue moved slightly, and a real response came through. Only then did she feel relieved.
After thanking the servants at the gate, the two returned home on their swords.
It was dusk, and the coastline was tinged with gray and purple. However, many mermaids were still playing in the sea. Amid the waves, Ze Yu sat high on the reef, his long, sapphire-blue tail falling into the water and drifting with the current.
As the young master of the Merfolk and the future leader of the Sea Clan, his expression was now hidden in the twilight, unlike the relaxed demeanor he displayed at first glance.
Only when he heard the sound of a sword did he turn around and see the bright moon behind Lin Feiran, and then his face lit up slightly.
Lin Feiran descended from the sword, but did not stop at the shore. Instead, he and Mingyue traveled swiftly to the sky above the sea and hovered beside the rock.
Mingyue took Zeyu's hand, leaped onto the reef, glanced at Lin Feiran, and said, "I have also observed this snow cloud before. After it is dispersed by the spiritual energy in the sea, it will probably not reassemble until sunrise. You won't be able to see anything if you go now."
However, you can go to the bottom of the sea with Zeyu to see the Spirit Well.
Lin Feiran's heart stirred slightly. Thinking of the sun-piercing spiritual energy he had seen during the day, he couldn't help but look at the tailless merman: "Is it alright?"
Ze Yu glanced at Ming Yue, showing no resistance: "The sea people have lived here for generations to protect this well. It should be considered a treasure of our people. Since you are Ming Yue's friend, it is not unreasonable for me to take you to see it."
Mingyue smiled gently, patted his head, and then sat cross-legged on the reef: "You go first, I'll wait for you here."
Ze Yu's ears turned slightly red. With one hand supporting her, she leaped straight from the reef into the sea, her tail like a silver moon. A moment later, she surfaced again and waved to Lin Feiran.
Mingyue smiled at her and said, "Go ahead. Since you are interested in Xueyun, you must be interested in this well as well."
Thank you.
Lin Feiran was deeply moved and did not express his gratitude further. He simply bowed and performed a Taoist salute before sheathing his sword, attaching a water-repelling talisman, and leaping into the sea.
Beneath the night sea, apart from a few shimmering ripples on the surface, there is only an endless expanse of inky blackness.
She formed a hand seal but did not activate the magic array. Instead, dozens of talismans flew out, their runes lighting up one after another, swirling in a circle and illuminating the surrounding area for a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters). After a moment, the light suddenly intensified, spreading from a zhang to a distance of seven or eight zhang, making the fish and seaweed swimming in the seabed clearly visible.
Lin Feiran looked around, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes, and couldn't help but say, "There is such spiritual energy in this vast sea?"
Originally, runes were derived from Skywalker's spells.
The so-called talisman is effective based on the runes drawn on it. While it does require the user's own spiritual power to activate, it relies more on the runes to transform the surrounding spiritual energy. In this way, the user does not need to expend too much spiritual power, and even ordinary people can activate it.
These are just a few ordinary lighting talismans, yet they have such an effect, which is enough to show how pure the surrounding spiritual energy is.
Ze Yu was not surprised. He swung his long tail and moved back and forth in the talisman as if he were a fish in water.
"There's no need to be so surprised. I don't know about the human realm, but the demon realm has only ever existed since its origins. All the spiritual energy in the world comes from there, so it is naturally the purest."
Lin Feiran was puzzled: "The human realm only has an endless sea, but it does not contain such pure spiritual energy."
Ze Yu sighed softly and said, "Perhaps that's why mortals appear among your human race. Before going to the human realm, I couldn't imagine how someone without spiritual veins could survive in the world, or what kind of life that would be like."
The talisman spun and cleared the way, illuminating most of the sea. Lin Feiran stared ahead, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke.
"Live however you are meant to live; even mortals live a certain way."
"You're right."
Ze Yu smiled. As he walked, ear fins gradually grew on both sides of his head, making him look neither human nor human.
"After seeing the bright moon, I realized what it means for everyone to have their own way. Even mortals are not to be underestimated."
Lin Feiran nodded, then suddenly remembered something and said, "Like snowflakes."
If I do the math, another half hour has passed.
"What?" Ze Yu had already swum ahead, but upon hearing this, he darted back like an arrow.
Lin Feiran, without glancing to the side or blushing, said, "You're right."
Ze Yu breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's what they meant. I think I just heard an extraordinary name, which startled me."
Lin Feiran was genuinely surprised: "You mean the Lord? Is he that terrifying? There should be more than just him in the demon realm who has cultivated to the Divine Travel Realm."
For Mingyue's sake, you mustn't relay these words back!
This was the first time Lin Feiran had ever heard of it, and even she found it unbelievable.
How did he do that?
Seeing the same surprise on her face, Ze Yu couldn't help but say, "I'm also puzzled. The elders of the clan have discussed this matter, but none of them have been able to come up with a definite answer. Apart from those three seniors in the Returning to Truth Realm, almost no one knows."
If there were any who previously harbored ambitions for the position of Demon Lord, after this battle, most of them have given up and dared not attempt it again.
Lin Feiran felt a surge of curiosity: "Could it be a clever strategy? But for a cultivator in the Divine Travel Realm to fight against three cultivators in the Returning to Truth Realm and still win, even a Saint of strategy would have little chance of success."
Ze Yu shook his head: "In any case, we have won. It is good for such a person to be the Demon Lord. He is strong enough and has no intention of managing other tribes in his daily life. My father said that if the matter of Xue Yun cannot be resolved, he should send a letter to invite the Demon Lord to come."
Lin Feiran glanced at him sideways, puzzled, and asked, "Didn't you say this was a small matter?"
Ze Yu smiled wryly: "How can a strange phenomenon from the sky be considered a small matter? The reason I said that was just to prevent everyone from getting confused. In fact, on the other side of Ji Hai, there are already signs of ice and snow covering the ground, and many leaves are turning yellow and withering, seemingly indicating that winter is approaching. But we know in our hearts that it is because of snow clouds."
His voice was slightly low, and under the empty night sea, it revealed a hint of helplessness and bewilderment.
"arrive."
Zeyu stopped ahead.
Lin Feiran turned his head and, with the help of the dazzling light of the talisman, the Spirit Well was clearly visible.
It is called a well, but that's not entirely true.
It was just a patch of sandy seabed covered with seaweed, simple and unremarkable, except that occasionally a shimmering golden light would slowly seep out from under the sand, then rise as bubbles, gradually float to the surface, and burst.
What overflows from the crack is the spiritual energy that fills the world.
Lin Feiran watched quietly, then looked up along the floating light, only to vaguely see a patch of moonlight spreading across the sea.
"When the first snow fell, we didn't pay much attention. No matter how heavy the snow was, it would only melt on the sea. Later, the snow fell in patches and froze into floating ice, pressing heavily on the sea surface."
As you said before, once the injured or sick get close, they will immediately collapse. We can only cast spells from a distance, but we cannot completely disperse them.
Lin Feiran frowned slightly and immediately asked, "Are you feeling cold all over, weak in your limbs, covered in frost, and even experiencing ice fragments growing from your spiritual veins, causing extreme pain?"
Ze Yu nodded in surprise, then, remembering something, her expression softened: "It's not surprising that you know, it's a cold-related illness. Before this, other tribes had also reported this disease, but fortunately, not many people were affected, only five or six in the south."
We sent a letter to the Demon Capital, but the Demon Lord was far away in Spring City at that time, so we had to give up.
Then, during the second snowfall, just as we were preparing to ascend using our divine speed to disperse the snow clouds, the sea beneath suddenly trembled. The Spirit Well, dormant for hundreds of years, erupted, instantly shattering the long-floating ice and snow clouds.
"I see." Lin Feiran's expression was somewhat solemn. "Can the Spirit Well gush forth at all times? Should I report this matter?"
Ze Yu shook his head: "Don't underestimate the Qiongling Well. My clan elders said that this is a battle between heaven and sea, which is not something we cultivators can interfere with. Rather than the matter of Xueyun, I would prefer that you report the cold illness."
The Lord is skilled in medicine, and the Fusang wood, which can alleviate the condition, is in very short supply. We hope he can find another way to treat this.
"good."
Lin Feiran gazed at the unremarkable sandy area, a vague thought swirling in his mind.
...
The Merfolk lived around the sea. After Lin Feiran returned to her room and washed up, she was unable to fall asleep for a long time.
After a long time, the previously inconspicuous cold symptoms reappeared, which she could hardly regard as a coincidence.
Originally it only spread in the human realm, but now it has reached the demon realm, and even in such a blatant way.
With a sigh, she got up and walked into the corridor.
After obtaining the ink from Shen Qi last time, she not only added ink to her master's ink and added a fishpond, but also added an open-air couch next to the pond, where her master was sleeping soundly with his fishing rod in his arms.
Lin Feiran held up the stone book and shook it. The figure outlined in the ink lines moved slightly. The grandmaster turned over and fell into a deep sleep again.
"..."
Waking someone up in the middle of the night is indeed a bit rash; not everyone is as energetic and vigorous as her, getting little sleep every day.
But when he thought of how his master usually only fished in books, the guilt in his heart vanished.
With a sudden shake, the master finally sat up, placed the fishing rod on the bedside table, sighed, and stepped out of the book, deeply moved.
"If you calculate the time, you'll be meditating and circulating your spirit again in three hours. I've never seen such an energetic young man before."
Lin Feiran accepted the teasing and pointed to the sea: "Grandmaster, look over there."
The master is in the book, and the book is in a mustard seed bag, so it is difficult for him to know what is happening outside the book all the time. He can only see out a little when Lin Feiran is in danger.
Looking around suddenly, he quickly recognized it.
"Is this the southern part of the demon realm?"
He looked in the direction Lin Feiran pointed and saw dark clouds gathering in the sky above the sea under the moonlight. They were not very noticeable, but the sea breeze blowing in his face was already cold.
He stood in the wind, his expression no longer as leisurely as before. His ink-black eyes narrowed slightly, and then he reached out his hand. A six-pointed snowflake fell into his palm and vanished in an instant.
"So, we've already arrived at the Sea of Immortals."
He grasped Lin Feiran's arm, guided her hand to point towards the accumulating clouds, and asked softly.
"Feiran, look over there, what's that?"
Lin Feiran stared intently, and where his fingertips landed, there was only a swirling breeze.
She remained silent for a long time, then said only.
"...Grandmaster, I didn't see anything."
Author's Note: This chapter is Wednesday's update.
Mini Theater 4.0
Those are the eyes of the Pea and the Peacock Princess.
The eastern mining region of the Mia continent is home to the most renowned green jade, which resembles the dense shade of a summer day or a vast turquoise lake—a color bestowed by the gods.
Although Fei Ran couldn't afford it, she had seen it before.
It was a beautiful green.
But now that I see these eyes, even the green jade seems insignificant.
Princess Pea and Pea wore a simple, long white dress adorned with gold ornaments.
She only appeared for a few seconds, and Fei Ran didn't even have time to see her face clearly before the princess was captured by the dragon servants and taken back to the Demon Dragon Castle.
"Put the princess down immediately!"
It was one of the brave warriors who shouted this.
Just as everyone was about to rush out of the forest and attack the Dragon Fortress, a black dragon flame spewed out from the fortress, overwhelming the heroes.
"Back off!"
Fei Ran grabbed the elven priest with one hand and the dark mage with the other, but it was too late. Just as she was about to draw her greatsword to cleave the flames, the dark mage behind her suddenly stepped forward.
"Mirawuya!"
The ever-present dark mage raised his staff and chanted a spell. Immediately, thorns and frost sprouted around him, keeping the blazing dragon flames at bay.
The clash of ice and fire immediately produced a sizzling sound, and a large amount of water vapor rose to the surroundings. The black magician coughed from the fumes, tugging at Fei Ran's sleeve as he spoke haltingly.
"Brave warrior, Fei Ran, cough cough, I will help you, I'm very useful cough cough cough cough!"
"What did you say?"
The brave warrior hurriedly pulled the two back, but the wind was too strong, and she couldn't hear what the dark mage was saying at all.
I said, cough cough cough.
She carried the dark mage as they ran. The mage's stamina was no match for the hero's, and he didn't get a word out, even getting a mouthful of wind.
Once they were safely on their feet, Fei Ran put them down. She stood with her hands on her hips, panting, and then said to the elven priest, "Cast a healing spell on him."
She pointed at the dark wizard.
They're teammates after all; I can't just stand by and watch them die.
The elven priest ignored the dark mage. He first examined the hero Fei Ran to make sure she was alright, and then, still a little worried, gave her a pep talk before turning his attention to the sickly dark mage.
He only had one-third of his health bar left.
So fragile, no wonder it's a mage.
The elven priest glanced at Fei Ran, then smiled and cast a healing spell on the dark mage.
"Hero, I will help you..."
Before he could finish speaking, the dark mage collapsed to the ground, seemingly unconscious as if in a deep sleep, but his hand was still tightly gripping the hero's sleeve.
Fei Ran exclaimed in surprise, "What's wrong with him?!"
The elven priest sighed, "His health is dropping too fast; he can't handle the replenishment."
Fei Ran suddenly realized, then pulled out his sleeve, moved the black magician under the tree, and muttered, "He's too fragile, let him rest for a while."
Fei Ran looked around and saw that the forest burned by the dragon flames had grown patches of thorns and roses, and many more dragon servants and goblins were guarding around the Dragon Castle.
The enemy was too powerful, and the brave team had no choice but to retreat again until they reached the forest on the other side of the river.
Fei Ran, carrying the black magician, and the elven priest chose a place to camp, lit a fire, baked some dry bread with the elven priest, and discussed their strategy.
"In this situation, we absolutely need a ranged archer. I wonder if it's too late to go to the town to recruit one?"
The elven priest shook his head: "It will take a month to come and go, which is probably too late. Little hero, don't worry too much. I have already sent a message to my archer friend, and he will be here soon."
Fei Ran looked at him and couldn't help but say, "Elf Priest, thank goodness you're here!"
The elven priest smiled at her and said softly, "Little hero, it's my pleasure. I see your health is dropping a bit; perhaps I can heal you again..."
Seeing the elven priest untie the breasts, Fei Ran immediately stepped forward and tied them back up: "Elven priest, don't spend so much money in the future. Just throw me a healing spell. I'm not as fragile as a dark mage."
"……good."
The elven priest was somewhat disheartened. He thought that if it weren't for the dark mage, Fei Ran would never have rejected him like this.
With this resentment, he walked to the tree and cast another healing spell on the dark mage.
As darkness fell, the elven priest, despite Fei Ran's persuasion, fell asleep, and soon only Fei Ran remained on night watch.
Holding the sleeping slime, she took out a few biscuits from her bundle and started baking them. Suddenly, she heard some rustling sounds above her. She looked up and saw a veiled figure in white sitting in a tree, seemingly smiling.
"Hello, may I ask who you are?" Fei Ran asked him.
The man sat in the tree, swinging his legs, and took out a weapon. He said, "Me? Of course I'm an archer."
Fei Ran immediately stood up in surprise, then deflated: "What you're holding is clearly a spear; you're a spearman."
He leaped down from the tree with remarkable agility, making not a sound. He first looked her up and down, then laughed, "Who says a spearman can't be an archer? Haven't you ever seen a spearman shoot?"
The brave warrior fell silent.
She grew up in the village and had never seen it before.
The archer wiped his gun, looked up at her, and said in a commanding tone, "I want to join your hero's party."
to be continued...
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