Chapter 94: Oh, Mom, stop pinching me. It hurts.

While the two of them were eating seafood and drinking wine outside, the disciples of Lingyun Sect were suffering in the northern cold land.

The entrance to the northern cold land, the gap between two icebergs, is hit by extremely strong gales as soon as you enter. The wind is not only strong but also extremely cold and biting, like a sharp knife.

The wind blew holes into everyone's clothes, and the further they went inside, the stronger the wind became.

In the end, long and thin bloody cuts gradually appeared on everyone's hands and faces.

No wonder only disciples in the Jindan stage can come to this northern cold land to train. Disciples with low cultivation cannot even pass through this door.

As the head disciple of the sect leader, Jiang Yunzhi was naturally the team leader this time. He walked in the front, holding up the barrier to block more of the cold wind for everyone.

He saw a disciple about to use a spell from the corner of his eye. He turned his head to avoid the wind blade and said, "Everyone, don't use the spell. Just hold on for a while. I will be in soon."

Gu Yunzheng still remembered Shen Wuyan's instructions, and took the initiative to walk in front of the Lingyao Peak Fairy, holding up the barrier, "Two junior sisters, please walk behind me, the wind will be a little less."

In another hundred meters, we will enter the northern cold land, and everyone gritted their teeth and persevered.

But goose, at this moment.

“Bang, bang, bang—”

Loud noises were heard one after another, and everyone looked up in fear. Ice and rocks from the iceberg rolled down like a mudslide, as if they were going to bury everyone.

Jiang Yunzhi's expression froze, and he shouted, "Everyone, hurry through here."

Everyone was moving their legs hard, trying to absorb and burn spiritual energy, but even so, those with lower cultivation levels fell far behind others in an instant.

Xiao Jing turned his head to look at Gu Yunzheng. He couldn't run fast at all while pulling the two Lingyao Peak disciples. Xiao Jing remembered Shen Wuyan's advice: take good care of your junior brother.

He took off the thorn whip, grabbed one end in his hand, swung it hard, and wrapped the other end around Gu Yunzheng's waist. Then he pulled Gu Yunzheng and ran without looking back.

Even though he pulled three people, the speed was still not slow, and gradually a young disciple from Lingshou Peak became the last one.

The young disciple was visibly panicking, and his face turned extremely pale.

He didn't want to be the last one, as if the last one would die.

The disciple took the Spirit Gathering Pill given by Song Mingyi without thinking twice.

In the blink of an eye, all the spiritual energy around him gathered on him.

The resources were limited. Once the spiritual power was absorbed by one person, the remaining people were left without any spiritual support. In the blink of an eye, everyone's speed slowed down.

Jiang Yunzhi's face was icy, and he shouted angrily: "Wang Linquan, what are you doing!"

Wang Linquan felt as if he was being lifted up by a ball of light air, and then he ran towards the entrance at full speed. Without even turning his head, he said, "Sorry, Senior Brother, I have no more spiritual power."

Everyone watched him run away. Even though they tried to move their legs, they still felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead and could not run fast at all.

The sound of falling rocks was getting closer and closer, like a knife hanging over everyone's head.

"Pah..." A piece of ice stone brushed against Xiao Jing's shoulder and fell down. Xiao Jing deviated with strange steps and continued to move forward while pulling Gu Yunzheng.

Jiang Yunzhi dodged the falling ice and rocks while saying, "We are here for training. The magic weapons given by the masters are for life-saving. Now is the beginning of the training. Why don't you all give it a try like Junior Brother Xiao Jing? If at the end, we still can't pass safely, it won't be too late to take out the magic weapons."

Gu Yunzheng couldn't pull two people by himself. Xiao Jing had already returned to Gu Yunzheng's side and ordered in a cold voice: "Let go of your left hand."

Gu Yunzheng shouted anxiously: "Senior Brother."

Xiao Jing's expression was colder than the ice. "Let go, do you want to die?"

Gu Yunzheng let go, "Brother, I'll leave Junior Sister Mu Ling in your care."

Xiao Jing stuffed the hem of his clothes to the female disciple named Mu Ling, "Hold on tight, I won't save you if you drop it."

As he said this, he picked up the Blood Fang in his hand and split a piece of fallen ice stone, and then led the female disciple to shuttle through the falling rocks.

Jiang Yunzhi was helping the disciples of Lingdan Peak to split a piece of ice. When he saw Xiao Jing protecting the female disciple and leaving, he raised his eyebrows, but in the blink of an eye he was no longer distracted, after all, the ice was getting farther and farther away.

Fortunately, everyone worked together and helped each other, and together they safely passed through the gap and officially entered the North Cold Land.

Shen Wuyan looked at the mirror image created by Song Mingyi and felt relieved. He didn't expect that Xiao Jing would actually help Gu Yunzheng.

In the cold north, there was not even a sound of wind. It was terrifyingly quiet. Looking from afar, it was a vast expanse of white. There were no high mountains, only low hills.

Everyone sat down on the spot, took healing pills, rested for a while, and then continued walking inside.

The North Cold Land is not only a holy place for training, but one month of training there is equivalent to two months of training outside, and the body can also be better trained.

In addition, it is rumored that the North Cold Land is the place where a certain immortal died, so there are all kinds of treasures and opportunities here.

Gu Yunzheng took the initiative to ask Mu Ling and Mu Yu from Lingyao Peak to follow him and Xiao Jing.

Although there are opportunities here, there are also unpredictable dangers. Everyone wants the opportunities. They want them, and the people from the demon clan and the monster clan also want them. Who knows what they will encounter in there.

After saying this, he remembered to ask Xiao Jing. Ever since Xiao Jing entered the Northern Cold Land, his expression became as cold as that Northern Cold Land. He didn't even glance at Gu Yunzheng, "Haven't you made up your mind? Why are you asking me?" After saying this, Xiao Jing ran away.

Gu Yunzheng asked two female disciples to follow him, and then caught up with Xiao Jing and whispered, "Brother, don't be angry. I was mainly thinking that your heart ghost can be cured this time, all thanks to Master Mu. We at Lingxiao Peak owe Lingyao Peak a big favor, and Master asked us to take care of you."

Xiao Jing turned his head and looked at Gu Yunzheng. He knew that Shen Wuyan asked them to take care of the two female disciples because Mu Jinyan helped her to get rid of her inner demons.

But he didn't expect that Gu Yunzheng was also doing this. He thought Gu Yunzheng just wanted to be a hero.

Gu Yunzheng's eyes widened and he said, "What's wrong, Senior Brother? Did I say something wrong?"

Xiao Jing came back to his senses, looked into the distance and said, "It's okay, let's go."

As they traveled further toward the northern cold land, the mirror image became increasingly blurry, until it was completely invisible.

Song Mingyi explained: "The spiritual power inside is even weaker than here. We can't see anything. We can only wait here."

Shen Wuyan had no choice but to nod, "Okay."

Song Mingyi smiled and said, "Junior brother, why don't we discuss what to eat tonight?"

The most suitable thing to do in this icy and snowy environment is to eat hot pot, and since they are by the sea, the natural choice is to eat fish hot pot.

For a foodie, guarding the sea is equivalent to guarding happiness.

Lobster, crab, sea cucumber, abalone... Shen Wuyan ate almost everything, and never repeated the same thing every day.

After eating it for a week, Shen Wuyan felt that the little golden dumpling had become fatter, and its little face had become rounder, and it felt very good to pinch.

"Oh, mom, please stop pinching me, it hurts..." The little girl looked at Shen Wuyan with her round eyes in grievance.

"Hahahaha..." Song Mingyi laughed aside.

He never thought that his junior fellow apprentice would be called "mother", so every time he heard the little dumpling call her mother, he would laugh.

Shen Wuyan: "..."