Tongtian Snow Tower
With a "click", the door of the secret room finally opened.
I saw a huge ice phoenix snow sculpture quietly placed in the center. The ice sculpture was dozens of meters high. The phoenix had an aloof expression, with its wings spread high in the sky. The posture of a mythical beast was lifelike, as if it would come alive in the next second, fly out of this small secret room, spread its wings, fly into the sky, and soar freely.
The glass beads in its mouth are worth 100 million low-grade spirit stones, which is equivalent to the value of the small black tripod. As long as she gets two glass beads, she can upgrade the simulator and replace [Life Memories] with [Practice Skills], which will achieve twice the result with half the effort and improve her practice by leaps and bounds.
She had too few leverages, no treasures, no powerful techniques, and her cultivation wasn't impressive enough. Her only option now was to become strong enough to dominate.
If she enters the secret room, she will miss the Snowland inheritance, but she does not regret it, because there is something she needs more here.
Looking at the two round beads in front of her, Qian Luo's eyes lit up. She reached out to take out the two glass beads, but the glass beads in the Ice Phoenix's mouth suddenly disappeared!
"This..." What's going on!
Someone is stopping us!
She thought about it and knew there was another world in the secret room.
Qian Luo had no choice but to go in and take a look. The inside was no different from the outer reaches of the Frost Blue Secret Realm, with a biting winter wind and heavy snow. As a Nascent Soul cultivator, she wasn't afraid of the cold.
She walked down aimlessly until she saw a winter snow lake. An old man was fishing by the lake. The old man had no expression of sadness or joy on his face. He sat calmly on the shore, wearing a straw hat. At his feet was a medium-sized fish basket, waiting for the fish in the lake to bite his hook and give him a good meal.
"Coming?"
The old man was not surprised, but said something calmly and normally, as if they had met before.
Qian Luo did not get the simulated memory, so she did not have the emotional connection with the old man for decades, and just felt very unfamiliar. However, the old man had no ill will towards her, otherwise he would not have taught her the Thunder Sword Technique.
But this time, the old man did not guide him.
It's not the same as in the simulation.
"Old man..." She spoke first, but was interrupted by the other party.
"Jiang Taigong fishes, and those who are willing will take the bait." The old man narrowed his eyes and said this, leaving Qianluo confused.
The cold wind was blowing, and snowflakes were flying all over the sky, falling on the edge of the tower not far away. The ancient tower was a tall building, a world of glass. The cold wind blew the eaves bells, and the bells sounded crisp, bringing up a hurricane.
Strange? When did a tower appear here?
Qianluo looked up and saw a tall tower standing in the distance. The sapphire blue light was flowing, dazzling and brilliant, like the brilliance of the Milky Way, the light of the sun and the moon, emitting a unique spiritual energy.
She looked away, her heart shaken... This was completely different from the information in the simulation!
Was there something wrong with the simulator? Or had she undergone some minor changes since becoming a Nascent Soul cultivator?
"You are already a Nascent Soul cultivator. The ninth floor of the Tongtian Snow Tower is fraught with danger."
The old man took off his bamboo hat, his gray hair was messy and curly, and a meaningful smile appeared on his wrinkled face: "Jiang Taigong fishes, and those who are willing to take the bait are welcome. It's up to you whether you take the bait or not."
This was clearly a chance to hone her skills. Qianluo took a step forward, but paused just before entering the tower. She thought of her teammates: Sun Rushuang, Jiang Chanyi, and Jin Manlou. What would become of them?
Rushuang still wants to find Bingshuang Lanzhi. If she is not with Rushuang, can she leave safely?
"My friends..."
She hesitated, not knowing what inheritance was in the Frost Blue Secret Realm, but she was very worried about Sun Rushuang's situation. Among the cultivators, only Wu Xingxue was worth caring about.
The old man's voice reached her ears: "If you survive, you will know everything."
"Old man..." She seemed to realize something, turned around, and found that the old man was gone!
There is a snow lake and an old man fishing there!
It was all white, as if it was just an illusion!
She was startled, and when she looked up, she found herself inside the Tongtian Snow Tower! The tower was pitch black, and she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. This place blocked her five senses, making it impossible for her to use her spiritual consciousness to explore her surroundings!
At this moment, she looks like a real blind person!
She originally thought that there would be a monster attack or a formation suddenly activated, but after waiting there for ten minutes, there was no sound.
Isn't it said that there are layers of crises?
Why is there no response?
The female cultivator frowned and took her first step cautiously. She heard a "click," the sound of excitement, and then she began to fall! It was as if the world was turning upside down!
With a "plop", she fell into the lake. Although she could swim, she couldn't breathe, her face turned red, and she could only hear the sound of water passing by her ears!
"No!"
“Gulp gulp!”
She struggled until the temperature grew colder and colder, until her scalp went numb and her blood seemed to have solidified. Her internal organs were squeezed by the current, and she struggled desperately, but only silent splashes of water could be heard. Death was only a hair's breadth away from her!
With a "bang", it was dawn.
Someone broke the ice and pulled her out of the lake. They kept patting her cheeks, calling her name, and pressing her abdomen. Under the pressure, she finally spit out a mouthful of water!
She could breathe freely!
Realizing this, she was very happy, so she raised her eyelids with great effort to see who saved her.
"Gesang, you finally woke up!" The man's skin was as white as snow, colder than the ice on the lake. She held the man's hand, as if she was touching a corpse.
Stiff and cold.
"Gesan, what's wrong with you?"
"You haven't woken up yet?"
"What's going on?"
"Ge Sang, are you crazy? Can't you recognize us?"
The nun opened her eyes, revealing a reddened face, her round eyes sparkling with joy. She wore a four-cornered felt hat with gold thread, a large, round ruby inlaid in the center. Catching Qianluo's gaze, she couldn't help but curl her lips, adjusting her hair and tilting her neck. Her chubby face trembled. "My dad bought this for me. How is it? Doesn't it look good?"
"This is a high-level defensive magic weapon, used for self-defense!" The little girl was very proud, and her two shiny black braids swung back and forth.
Qianluo lowered her eyelashes and let the group of people help her up. Was this a dream or an illusion? Had she become "Gesang"?
here it is……
She squinted her eyes, unable to open them because of the glaring sunlight. After she finally recovered and opened her eyes, she was so shocked by the magnificent and beautiful igloo in front of her that she was speechless!
It is no exaggeration to say that what is before our eyes are crystal clear glass-like ice houses, as hard as stone, sitting on layers of thick glaciers. No matter howling north winds or shining sunshine, they cannot extinguish a single ray of their brilliance.
The monks coming and going are like mortals, forming couples and families. A family of three travels hand in hand, biting on sweet candied haws, eating meaty sauce-flavored cakes, and drinking boiling hot goat milk. They have no dietary restrictions at all, and their eyes are full of joy.
A mortal city or a place for cultivating immortals?
Under such a strong sun, all you can see are ice sculptures and ice houses. Even the benches and chairs are made of ice. It is like a city where people live on ice.
This reminded her of the legendary lost Snowland Kingdom.
Could it be...
"Gesang, are you really stupid?"
Gesang? Now she has turned into a little girl in the illusion?
Qianluo lowered her head. She was wearing a green silk Tibetan robe on her upper body, a brown felt fur robe over it, a woven pleated skirt on her lower body, a silver hook belt around her waist, and green agate, turquoise, and pearls on her head, which jingled when she walked.
The weather was cold, and she didn't feel hot even though she was wearing such thick clothes. She just felt very heavy when she walked. The inside of her boots was furry, as if she was sinking into animal fur, which was comfortable and smooth.
"No way? Is she really stupid? She can't even hear me when I talk to her?" The little girl in the beautiful felt hat looked no more than a teenager. Her big eyes twinkled, more dazzling than the rubies on her hat. Her skin was white, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of unbridled beauty.
Just look at what she is wearing, what she is wearing on her head, and the rainbow apron with colorful totems around her waist, and you will know that she is the king of this group of children.
A child sniffed and said, "Danzhu, let's go back and tell Dad and the others! Gesang must be terrified!"
Before his snot had even fallen, it was almost blown behind his ears by the cold wind.
"Whoosh--" The strong wind blew over madly, and people erected huge colorful prayer flags. The brilliant colors attracted everyone's attention!
"Oh no! A snowstorm is coming!"
"Let's hurry to the nearby igloo and hide!"
Danzhu looked around, determining the location of the nearest snow house, and turned back to remind him, "Sangji, quickly hold on to Gesang!"
The little boy with a runny nose next to Qianluo immediately grabbed her arm and smiled at her: "Gesan, hold on to me later! Don't get lost!"
The children around me were like freely running colors, rushing onto the white paper and painting their own colors. They were passionate and enthusiastic, like little suns, shouting and running for their lives!
Qianluo was unconsciously infected, put aside her doubts, and immediately ran after Sangji.
The wind was cold and the snow was rough, scratching people's faces like a blunt knife scraping across the skin. It would not easily cut through, revealing bloody red beads, but would slowly cut off the skin on the face, bit by bit.
She no longer had the strength of a monk and ran for her life like an ordinary mortal. She felt as if her legs were filled with lead and she walked with difficulty.
But the snowstorm was coming with great force a hundred meters away, so she had to run forward desperately.
As the group entered the snow house, Qianluo was stunned by the majestic and enormous ice phoenix before her. It was exactly the same ice sculpture in the secret room. The next second, dense patterns appeared on the ground with the ice phoenix as the center, emitting an icy blue light.
"The formation has been activated! We are safe!!!" Danzhu cheered loudly, her voice shrill and her face filled with smiles.
Qianluo looked back and saw that the sudden arrival of ice and snow was like a huge wave that swept away humans, houses, fences, and prayer flags, violently and quickly swallowing up everything peaceful at an unstoppable speed.
Even though there was a formation blocking the way, Qian Luo looked at the snowflakes as if they were a big net covering her and blowing towards her.
Listening to the rumbling sound, it was like a dragon turning over, swallowing quickly and then returning to calm, and the lost life left no trace.
"If Sanji's snot hadn't brought good luck, we might have been buried here too!"
Danzhu patted Sangji's shoulder with a look of satisfaction and said, "You've done a great deed, little brat! Come to my house later for milk tea and some hand-pulled meat! My dad just killed a Swift Wolf yesterday, and the meat is firm and delicious!"
She held her face with her hands, her mouth watering, and she looked greedy. Seeing Qianluo staring at her, she patted her head and said, "I almost forgot! How are we going to explain this to Dad and the others when we get back? Gesang seems to have lost his mind. Look, he didn't say a word when he came in! She usually loves to drink milk tea and eat meat, so why doesn't she have any reaction now?"
Sang Ji sucked his fingers and wiped his saliva: "Let's go back and let the Great Witch see it! She is the best! A few days ago, I was accidentally bitten by a snow beast, and the Great Witch healed me!"
Qianluo blinked her eyes, said nothing, and obediently took Danzhu's hand, following them step by step into the tribe shrouded by the formation.
It is not clear whether this is the Snowland Kingdom.
But looking at these snow houses scattered here and there, and the foundation-building monks coming and going, the place is not small but not as big as a city. It looks more like a tribe.
Great witch?
How could a cultivator who has already embarked on cultivation be superstitious about the Great Witch?
Could it be that the great witch is a medical practitioner?
I don’t know if “Gesan” has any parents or relatives. What if he is exposed?
What was this illusion trying to show her? Could the long-vanished Snow Country be just a small tribe?
With many questions in mind, Qianluo followed.
…
Qianluo followed the group into the tribe. As soon as she entered, she saw monks, both men and women, rushing out impatiently. The first to act was a male monk in a red felt robe. He quickly walked up to Danzhu and hugged her in his arms: "My Danzhu! Gesang! Daddy is so worried about you!"
The handsome male cultivator, at the Foundation Establishment stage, looked young. Beside him stood a gentle and virtuous female cultivator, wearing a felt hat identical to Danzhu's, its ruby glittering. The family embraced, a warmth so unintrusive it was impossible to interfere!
Even Sangji, who always had a runny nose, had his parents worrying about him and comforting him. She found that "Gesan" seemed like a child without parents in the kindergarten. Looking at the happy families in front of her, she was like a flower or a tree forgotten in the corner, and no one cared about her.
She frowned, feeling the intense and empty emotions coming from her beating heart: loneliness, emptiness, endless fear, and some inexplicable jealousy and envy.
Was it the illusion that gave her emotions, or was it that "Gesang" did not leave?
"Dad, I'm sorry. Gesang accidentally fell into the icy lake and seems to be sick. Let's ask the witch to see her!" Danzhu Xiaoshuo said, pleading with his father with a face full of shame, "It's my fault that I didn't take good care of Gesang. She..."
"Why didn't you say so earlier, kid!" Danzhu's father and mother hurriedly pulled Qianluo to look left and right. Dad draped her own felt on Qianluo. When he looked at Qianluo, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes relaxed and his eyes were extremely gentle.
"Ge Sang, I promised your parents that I would take good care of you! You can't be so distant from me from now on. From now on, I am your parents, and you and Danzhu are both my daughters!"
Danzhu's father rubbed her hair, feeling a little guilty. He had just cared about his daughter Danzhu first and forgot about this poor little girl.
Her father is his sworn brother. The two couples went to the secret place to look for treasure. Due to an accident, Gesan's parents both died and entrusted the child to him before they died. He cannot favor one over the other and ignore the child. He must complete his brother's instructions!
"Why are you wearing so little?" Danzhu's mother was a gentle female cultivator. She gently picked up Gesang, touched her forehead, and frowned. "It's a little hot. Even if she is already a cultivator in the Qi training stage, she would have a fever after falling into the icy lake."
She was extremely anxious and hurriedly carried Gesang in. She poked her daughter's forehead with a finger and blamed her: "Danzhu! You are really!"
She turned around and said to her man, "Hurry up and find the great witch!" Then she hurriedly carried Qianluo into the warm house.
But they forgot their daughter's bad temper. Being scolded by her mother in public with her finger pointed at her forehead was already embarrassing for Danzhu! Her parents didn't care about her! They only knew how to favor Gesang. She was obviously their biological daughter, so why did they favor Gesang?!
Sang Ji wiped his nose and made a face at her: "Hey, no one wants Danzhu anymore!"
"You!" Danzhu, who was already a Qi-cultivating cultivator, raised his brows and waved his hand. Snowballs of all sizes hit Sangji's round face. He opened his mouth and started howling, causing his parents to have no time to care about Danzhu and were busy taking care of his emotions.
Danzhu saw the fearful eyes of her friends and the disapproving looks of her parents, as if she was the disobedient child: "You are all just like my parents, you only know how to favor Gesang and Sangji. I hate you the most!"
After saying that, he ran away without looking back, covering his face.
The "Great Witch" who came to see the doctor and Danzhu's father passed by. He knew his daughter's temper and had no time to comfort her. He supported the old Great Witch and carefully lifted the blanket curtain: "Great Witch, please come in."
Qian Luo, who was already a little dazed, heard the voice and opened her eyes. She found that the person in front of her was just an ordinary mortal with white hair and chicken skin, and cloudy and empty eyes. How could he be called a "great wizard" by a foundation-building cultivator?
So he is really an ordinary doctor?
The great witch sat down tremblingly, as if she were blind. After groping for a long time, she finally found Qianluo's appearance. She frowned and thought for a while: "The cold energy has entered her body. She is too young and too weak. If it weren't for the spiritual energy entering her body, she would probably die."
"Then what should we do?" Danzhu's parents became anxious instantly. "There are no spiritual plants or elixirs in this vast snowy plain. If Gesang gets sick, how can I face my dead brother?"
The gentle nun almost knelt down and begged, "Great Witch, please prescribe some decoctions and pills to save this poor child, Gesang!"
After hearing this, Qianluo finally understood. No wonder he was called the Great Wizard. It was because ordinary spiritual plants were difficult to grow in the vast snowfields, and there were no alchemists. Therefore, things were precious because they were rare, and even an ordinary mortal could get the respect of cultivators.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Qian Luo coughed a few times. "It's okay. I... will be fine after a few days of rest."
She didn't want to see a Foundation Establishment cultivator bowing down to her. Perhaps it was because she was used to being a cultivator that she felt the reversal of status was strange. Perhaps it was the influence of "Ge Sang" on her. Seeing Danzhu's parents worried about her, her heart felt like it was being clenched, and she felt an unbearable pain.
It's more uncomfortable than the current fever symptoms.
The witch touched the child's forehead and found it was very hot. If it weren't for the barren snowfield, she wouldn't have been unable to save the child with a fever. She could only use some precious elixirs brought from the Snow Country.
"Okay, you don't have to worry. I have some elixirs from the Snowland Kingdom here. You should feel much better after taking one." She fumbled to take out a bottle of elixirs and handed it to Danzhu's father and mother.
"Okay, okay, thank you, Great Witch!" Although the Great Witch is a mortal, her reputation in the tribe is unmatched.
Qian Luo took a pill without thinking. This pill was different from the pills she usually took. It had a sharp smell. She thought it must be from a different spiritual plant and had a different effect.
After sleeping soundly for several days, she only remembered the warm hands and soft voice of the female cultivator. She would hold her in her warm arms and feed her the medicinal soup, which made her feel sweet no matter how bitter it was.
Although it was only a few days, Qianluo felt motherly and paternal love she had never felt before. She could clearly hear Danzhu's father's hearty laughter and worried voice. On the one hand, he was happy that her condition had improved, and on the other, Danzhu had not been found yet.
Strangely, suddenly, an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart.
She hoped Danzhu would never come back.
Danzhu's parents will become her parents, and the three of them will live happily together.
Soon, her wish came true.
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