When the breeze blows on your face, your hair will break!
Luo Jianqing said, "It's worthy of being the gale from the Far North. Even after the most terrifying storm period has passed, it's still so powerful."
Xuan Lingzi lowered his eyes and said, "Don't be careless."
Luo Jianqing chuckled and said, "Of course I understand."
Luo Jianqing then cast a barrier around himself, blocking the weakening gale. The two continued forward, flying northwest from the exit of the buried sand forest. They didn't see any cultivators along the way, but countless gale-force winds blew madly towards them.
Xuan Lingzi, dressed in white, was calm and composed. These strong winds could not get close to him at all, and would be instantly annihilated at a distance of four or five meters. However, he did not make a move to help Luo Jianqing.
Smaller gusts of strong wind were not a threat to Luo Jianqing, but at one time, more than a dozen strong gusts of wind blew towards Luo Jianqing from different directions, making it difficult for him to take them on. A small hole was also cut in his green sleeve by the strong wind.
Xuan Lingzi watched this scene coldly, a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say a word.
The two continued to fly forward and finally saw a middle-aged monk in black. The monk looked at them flying in horror.
He was only a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, so he naturally didn't dare to do anything to Luo Jianqing and the others. However, he shouted, "My two fellow Daoists, flying in the air in the Far North is extremely dangerous! Why don't you come down and walk slowly with me? That way it will be safer!"
The air is where these罡风 mainly attack, the middle-aged monk is right.
However, when he said this, Luo Jianqing and the other two had already flown away and had no time to answer him.
The middle-aged monk curled his lips and said unhappily, "I can tell at first glance that they are two spoiled children of wealthy families, ignorant of the sufferings of the world. They must have heard of the reputation of the Far North and came here to take a look. Little do they know that the strong winds in the sky are the most terrifying. Since they want to die, then let them die. I will follow the direction they are heading. Maybe I can even see their corpses and then... make a small fortune!"
Thinking of this, the middle-aged monk quickened his pace and ran forward.
Luo Jianqing had no idea what the cultivator was thinking. He and Xuan Lingzi pressed on. All they saw along the way were barren mountains and ravines, devoid of even a drop of water. The mountains were low, almost flat, and utterly desolate. The ravines varied in depth, from a mere one or two feet to hundreds of feet deep.
If a cultivator with lower cultivation level falls into it, it may be difficult for him to even get out.
"There are only four extremely dangerous places in the Far North, Master, and we'll encounter three of them along the way." Luo Jianqing had already made preparations and said, "We should soon encounter Yinze Stream and the Bottomless Cave. They're both on our way forward. The place I want to find is near Fengshen Sea."
Xuan Lingzi nodded: "Everything is up to you."
Luo Jianqing raised the corner of his lips and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will take you to some bad place?"
Xuan Lingzi looked up at him with a smile in his eyes and asked, "Would you betray your master and ancestors?"
Luo Jianqing said: "If we sell Master, there will definitely be a high price."
Seeing his disciple's rogue behavior, Xuan Lingzi was no longer as easily angered as before. He glanced at Luo Jianqing calmly, pretending he hadn't heard anything. Except for the tips of his ears turning a little red, there was really no change.
Luo Jianqing knew, of course, that teasing should be stopped at a certain point. He casually changed the subject, "But this time we can avoid the Withered Mountain. It's very dangerous there. Rumor has it that even Mahayana cultivators have perished there. Master, have you ever been there?"
Xuan Lingzi said, "When I came to the Far North, my master was only at the Golden Core stage, so I never went in. Do you want to go?"
Luo Jianqing shook his head: "It would be good if I could not go."
Compared to seemingly terrifying names like Yinze Stream, Bottomless Cave, and Wind God Sea, the Desolate Mountain seemed quite ordinary. However, in reality, no cultivator in the world dared to treat it as an ordinary mountain range, nor did any cultivator dare to ignore its dangers.
Barren Mountain was located in the very center of the Far North. Everyone knew that the strong winds of the Far North emanated from the Sea of Wind God. In the otherwise plain Far North, Barren Mountain seemed like just an ordinary, slightly elevated mountain range, nothing out of the ordinary.
Until five thousand years ago, a Mahayana elder from the Divine Sword Sect entered it and... was unable to come out.
Before dying, this powerful man anxiously left a message, which was transmitted to his own natal stone. He simply said: "Don't enter the withered mountain!"
With just five words, this seemingly insignificant barren mountain became the most terrifying place in the far north.
No one knew the true dangers of Withered Mountain, but every cultivator who had ventured into the challenge had never emerged. A Mahayana cultivator would naturally not be foolish enough to enter and train there, but the terror of Withered Mountain had long since become a myth, terrifying cultivators everywhere.
Withered Mountain is a towering, rugged mountain range, originating from a low peak southwest of the Far North and ending at Withered Mountain in the northeast. It slants diagonally across the center of the Far North, dividing the region in two. Withered Mountain towers thousands of feet high, a thick miasma permeates the area year-round. Forget about seeing clearly within, even spiritual awareness is blocked by the miasma beyond two hundred meters, making exploration impossible.
This time, Luo Jianqing entered from the southern part of the Far North. Logically, he should have crossed the Dry Mountain to head northwest. However, he could take a slight detour, away from the Dry Mountain and the Dry Mountain Range, passing through Yinze Stream and the Bottomless Cave, and arrive at the place he remembered from his previous life.
Without further ado, Luo Jianqing and Xuan Lingzi flew away quickly.
After just half a day of flight, they heard the sound of rushing water, which grew louder and louder, becoming particularly abrupt against the wind. Soon, a chilling aura descended from all directions, and more and more monks gathered around them. From ten miles away, the sky darkened, thick with dark clouds, and even the soil turned a cold, damp, dark black.
Luo Jianqing turned and exchanged glances with Xuan Lingzi, who nodded gently. Luo Jianqing considered this for a moment before descending from the sky, landing on the soft, fluffy ground. Just as he had said, Xuan Lingzi followed him down.
As soon as the two flew down, the monks who had already headed towards Yinze Stream looked at them warily. Dozens of high-ranking monks walked forward silently, step by step approaching the safest place in the Far North.
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