The temperature inside the cave suddenly rose considerably.
"This bit of snow and wind doesn't seem to matter much to you and me?"
"Even if it's only for a month, we should still make sure we're comfortable, right?"
"As long as you're happy."
Zishu knew that Ye Xi was doing this for his own good. They both possessed fire and wood elemental true energy, and staying in this place filled with blizzards would inevitably slow down their cultivation. Moreover, the temperature and climate were uncomfortable for them as well.
With drinks and a meal prepared by his junior sister, Zishu finally found some comfort.
"Junior sister, you should leave soon. As you can see, I'm perfectly fine here."
“I won’t leave. Even if you try to drive me away, I won’t leave.”
"If Xiu Qiyu heard this, he would probably be unhappy."
“Brother Xiu Qi is not that kind of person.”
"Your Xiu Qiyu is doing well, everything is fine."
"That's natural."
"You see, there's nothing here."
"I have everything in my spatial ring, everything you could possibly need."
"Should we throw this bed away, or should we throw it away?"
"This is, after all, a token of the elder's goodwill; it's better to keep it."
"What's so great about lying on this cold stone bed?"
"This is the Cliff of Repentance, not a haven of gentle pleasures. Has Junior Sister forgotten?"
"I really want to go out and teach them a lesson."
“You are the Haoqi Pavilion’s trump card. They don’t know you exist yet. They only see me as the Haoqi Pavilion’s new generation of hope, the most likely to inherit the mantle of the Holy Master and become the new Holy Master. That’s why I’m here.”
"I feel ashamed that I have caused my senior brother so much trouble."
"They can't do anything to me, but they might be able to do something to you. This is the best situation for both of us."
"Actually, I think they're right. I also think that Senior Brother will definitely be able to break through to Saint Master."
"Do you think Saint Masters are as common as cabbages, that just anyone can break through to Saint Master level?"
"I don't know about others, but I definitely believe in you, Senior Brother."
After a hearty meal, Zishu hugged his quilt and curled up in the cave to sleep. Ye Xiruo took out some greenery and used it to block the wind from the cave entrance.
Just as the eldest brother said, the outside is now a vast expanse of white, with strong winds mixed with snowflakes howling past and colliding with the steep cliffs, making terrifying sounds.
If these hurricanes were to blow onto someone below the Golden Core stage, they would certainly not survive. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator would need an extremely strong physical body to withstand such a hurricane.
Senior Brother, it would be good if you could last for half an hour.
"Hahaha~~~" Ye Xiruo seemed to hear loud laughter coming from the wind.
In this kind of weather, are people still out outside? Are they looking for death? Or are they just asking for it?
Ye Xiruo shook her head, arranged the greenery properly, and used her mental power to control it, preventing the hurricane outside from blowing in.
"Little girl, when did you arrive?" Just as Ye Xiruo was about to turn around and leave, a pair of eyes shimmering with silver light suddenly appeared in front of her.
Who are you? What do you want?
"Who am I? I've long forgotten."
Was he injured, or did he suffer a cultivation mishap? How come he doesn't even remember who he is? "It's so windy outside, what are you doing?"
"Of course it's for cultivation; the weather is perfect like this."
Ye Xiruo was speechless. He was truly a cultivation maniac, using the natural hurricanes and blizzards to temper his body and hone his will. He was indeed a ruthless person.
"Alright, then you can continue your cultivation. I won't disturb you any longer."
"You still haven't told me your name."
“Ye Xi Ruo”.
"A good name. We'll meet again someday." With that, those eyes, stained by the storm and snow, disappeared from Ye Xiruo's sight.
"Fortunately, he didn't try to force his way in, otherwise she wouldn't know what to do."
Halfway up the Cliff of Contemplation, a blue hurricane mixed with snowflakes formed a huge tornado, constantly colliding with the cliff face, emitting terrifying sounds, like ghosts howling and wolves wailing.
A white figure weaved through the swirling hurricanes, radiating silver light. The violent blizzards were absorbed as they approached him.
The blizzard lasted for an unknown period of time, and Ye Xiruo, who was hiding in the cave, cleared away all the abandoned debris.
The one doing the work was none other than Qinglian Tian.
There was no reward this time. Ye Xiruo was ruthless and directly threatened, "If you finish this task seriously, I'll throw you out and let you know what freezing cold, darkness, and the shifting of stars mean."
Qingliantian could roughly sense what was happening outside; it disliked both the damned wind and the damned snow.
What can we do? Just keep working hard for the night.
"We're going to be staying here for a while, so you'd better be serious."
"Hmph, this is provoking a rebellion!" Qinglian Tian thought bitterly. Ye Xiruo replied, "I can't hear or see anything."
Qinglian Tian cleaned up quickly, transforming it into a giant azure fireball that rolled around once.
After they finished rolling, Ye Xiruo inlaid fire crystals on the stone wall and set up a spirit-gathering array in the cave to facilitate their cultivation.
Zishu quickly regained consciousness.
"Junior sister, no need to bother, we'll be leaving soon."
"Even if we're only staying here for one day, we'll make sure it's clean and beautiful."
"Let's put away the greenery."
"What's wrong, Senior Brother?"
"It's nothing, this hurricane is a good thing, a good thing."
The eldest brother has gone mad.
As soon as Ye Xiruo withdrew the greenery, the fierce wind and snow outside rushed in. The icy snowflakes landed directly on her face, hands, and neck, making her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
Ye Xiruo shuddered.
Zishu, however, felt nothing at all. He stood with his hands behind his back, his back straight, looking up at the scene of utter destruction outside.
Could it be that Senior Brother is also cultivating? Many questions arose in Ye Xiruo's mind.
Let's keep watching; we're sure to find something.
"Junior sister, why don't you come and try it too?"
"Want to try what it means to be torn to pieces?"
"That's a very apt description."
Ye Xiruo moved her small steps forward, feeling the tearing and cutting force of the hurricane with each step, wishing that everything would be gone.
The cold snowflakes seemed to transform into tiny ice swords, a truly brutal process. As the true essence flowed, the wounds on Ye Xiruo's body quickly healed.
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