He brushed the snowflakes off her head again and again, his eyes always looking down at the cliff.
Just when he thought the wind and snow were about to bury the footprints, the red figure hurriedly appeared in the snow and fog.
"You're lucky. Bring her with you and follow me."
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If the foot of Pingtou Peak is only white, then the top of the mountain cliff has black rocks and a gray skyline.
The wind howled through the mountain pass, scattering the fallen snow.
The wind and snow seemed to have subsided a little. On the narrow and steep black stone steps, the girl in red walked silently in front. After a long time, she suddenly remembered something and turned to look at the man behind her.
"You are Wushan's disciple, who is she?"
The man followed the girl's gaze and looked at the woman on the small sedan chair beside him, and said lightly.
"She is my wife."
He still had the same face, but his expression was completely different from the one he had just had when he was raging and shouting in the wind and snow.
So this was how he looked when he was calm, his eyebrows and eyes soft and flowing, like the statues enshrined in temples. If he had looked like this just now, she would not have suspected that he was Wushan's disciple.
The girl brushed off the snowflakes on her braids and asked the men carrying the sedan chair to go ahead so that the people on the sedan chair would not be unable to withstand the cold wind.
The man said nothing and just followed silently.
The girl looked at the overly quiet figure and suddenly felt a little curious.
"I've seen hundreds, if not thousands, of people seeking medicine. Women may seem fragile, but they're always resilient and unyielding, while men are rarely as resolute and steadfast as you. They overthink things, always thinking they're standing higher, seeing further, and being wiser. They're always unwilling to suffer any loss, and in the end, they leave empty-handed."
The man in front finally stopped, and half of his expressionless face was revealed under his hood, which was slightly tilted.
"I wonder what kind of harm is the young lady going to make me suffer?"
The girl snorted coldly.
"Now you remember to ask? You were so arrogant just now, and I thought you were so proud and unyielding, but now you're following me like this. Aren't you afraid that I'm trying to trick you, harm you, or find some other way to humiliate you?"
The man did not answer her directly, but just looked up at the woman on the sedan chair not far away.
"As long as the girl is willing to save her, even if she deceives me, harms me, or humiliates me, so what?"
The girl was speechless and then restrained her expression.
"You look a bit like Wushan's apprentice now."
She took two or three leaps and landed beside the man, pointing her hand towards the gray distance.
"What do you think of that mountain?"
He looked in the direction the girl's finger was pointing, and in the misty snow, a tall and steep peak was faintly visible. The top of the peak seemed to be cut off, but it still stood tall, looking extremely pale and desolate. It was the legendary White Head Peak.
He withdrew his distant gaze and spoke truthfully.
"A masterpiece of divine craftsmanship requires thousands of years to achieve."
The girl smiled triumphantly, not trying to hide the excitement on her face.
"There wasn't a mountain there originally. It was split open by my great-grandfather when he attained enlightenment. You are a descendant of the Qiu family and a disciple of Wushan. Your comprehension should be very high. Judging from what you just said, your mind is also extraordinary. Perhaps you can attain enlightenment in a year or two. It's a pity that you don't have that opportunity anymore."
After the girl finished speaking, she stopped looking at him and quickly walked up the stone steps.
He took one last look at the lonely peak whose outline appeared and disappeared, and then left in silence without any lingering.
At the end of the stone steps was a flat stone floor. This was the only flat floor on the entire mountain, and on it stood a single stone house. In the center of the house stood a massive black stone stove, its hearth glowing red and steaming, baking the entire room like late spring or midsummer.
The girl took off her cloak, walked through the rows of soft green flowers and leaves, and came straight to a jade pool with clear water.
She bit her index finger and gently placed it beside the pool of water. After a while, a grayish-white head with a few pennyworts on top emerged.
The girl stretched out her hand, and the white ball jumped onto her palm as if it had a soul.
It is a snow-white frog with horns on its head.
The man stared at the strange-looking frog for a long time before he slowly spoke.
"Is this the medicine that thousands of people have come to ask for?"
"This is just an ordinary plateau snow frog. It can't save your sweetheart." The girl paused and gently pinched the frog's head with her fingers. "This is what can save her."
The snow frog's head was lifted up, and he noticed that there was a translucent sac on the frog's throat, with dark red liquid faintly flowing inside, which looked a bit weird.
"What's this?"
"Qu Jiuli's blood contains spiritual energy. If it encounters a dead object, it will quickly be lost. Therefore, it must be carried by a living thing."
"Who is Qu Jiuli?"
"She is the end of the legend of the gods on this land, and the cause of the collapse of the Nehyun Dynasty. All things in the world are subject to the cycle of rise and fall, the laws of yin and yang. There is always life in desperate situations, and prosperity is bound to decline. This is true for humans, and it is also true for gods." The girl's fingers gently tickled the frog's belly, and the snow frog narrowed its eyes contentedly. "Her blood is a deadly poison that cleanses the marrow and molts the bones of those who have the blood of the gods, but for ordinary people, it is a elixir that can bring back the dead. Over the past hundred years, her blood has saved countless lives. Now, this is all that remains."
There was understanding in the man's cold eyes.
"Tell me your conditions."
"The Emperor of Tiancheng is indeed a man of great intelligence and wisdom. This night has been quite tiring. I'd like to finish explaining everything to you as soon as possible so I can go back and catch up on some sleep."
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