The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 345 - 205 Snow Melts_2

To the west of Kunlong Snow Mountain lies the territory of the Demon Clan. Encountering demons nearby is not an odd occurrence, and humans don’t necessarily have to fight to the death upon meeting them. Ning Xiaoxian descended the stairs, and like Tu Jin, joined two Nascent Soul cultivators at the table.

"Fellow cultivators, from whence do you come?"

Ning Xiaoxian replied with a smile, "We have come from the east, heading west. We are waiting here for the snow on Kunlong Snow Mountain to melt so that we can cross it." It was no use trying to hide her cultivation from the people present; she might as well openly admit that she couldn’t withstand the Divine Winds of Kunlong Snow Mountain.

Despite her forthright manner of speaking, she had revealed almost no information. As a result, the few Golden Core cultivators sitting nearby showed clear dissatisfaction on their faces. Only the older Nascent Soul cultivator, stroking his few strands of white mustache, said, "My surname is Wu, and my given name is Hao. This is my fellow sect elder Jian Changzai. We come from the Infinite Sword Sect, in a rush to get past Kunlong Snow Mountain for a task. Have you two heard any recent rumors from the other side of the mountain?"

She was quite out of the loop and didn’t know anything, even if there was news. She shook her head honestly, but this only intensified the distrust in the eyes of the other cultivators. Unable to hold back, one of the Golden Core cultivators stepped forward and said, "Master, these two loitering here in the heavy snow might be up to something..."

As a result, the man in brown clothes, Jian Changzai, waved his hand and said, "If these two have a different objective than ours, then there’s no need to inquire further." And with that, he stopped pursuing the matter.

Ning Xiaoxian knew that these people were only being courteous because they couldn’t see through Tu Jin’s cultivation. She continued to chat with them a while longer, then bid the Infinite Sword Sect’s people farewell as they watched her go back upstairs.

In the following ten-plus days, the Infinite Sword Sect occupied about ten rooms in the inn, and she too remained as a guest there. When bumping into people from the sect, she greeted them and appeared to be quite friendly.

Word had gotten around among the local folks that she and Tu Jin had righteously slain the Mountain God and saved travelers. Although the lives of mortals weren’t considered particularly valuable, her actions demonstrated that she likely wasn’t lying in wait to ambush the group from the sect, so they were quite amicable towards her.

Ning Xiaoxian felt much more at ease because these people weren’t truly after her.

Now, she had two secret treasures on her: the Spiritual Tea from Wen Liangyu and the Jade Paste from the whistle. Both had pursuers behind them, and though she now had Divine Skills, her low cultivation meant she was not confident in fending off relentless attackers, supported by Tu Jin though she might be.

Cultivators, despite their profound cultivation, can’t always communicate through transmission tokens when moving in groups, and inevitably some information leaks out. Changtian, with his exceptional hearing, had picked up on their whispered conversations over the last few days. By putting the pieces together, he roughly figured out the purpose behind their rush to cross the Snow Mountain.

It turns out, the Infinite Sword Sect’s main hall on the back mountain houses the soul lamps of all the disciples. These soul lamps not only guide the souls of disciples who have fallen in accidents back to the sect, but also display the state of their Divine Souls. In the middle of last year, the Sword Sect was shocked to discover that the soul lamps of several disciples, who had not returned to the sect for three years, were still bright. The sect was alarmed and dispatched two Golden Core elders to investigate.

Half a year passed, and there was no word from those two Golden Core elders. Their soul lamps remained bright, too, but no matter how many Communication Tokens the Sword Sect sent them, there was no reply.

This mystery demanded the Sword Sect’s attention. They couldn’t disregard the safety of two elders, guessing that the danger they encountered was extraordinary. As a result, the sect sent out some of its best cultivators, led by the Nascent Soul cultivators Wu Hao and Jian Changzai.

The location where the missing disciples had been assigned to was somewhere beyond Kunlong Snow Mountain!

This rescue team included Foundation Establishment disciples who couldn’t risk crossing the Divine Winds of Kunlong Snow Mountain, and as the soul lamps of the endangered Golden Core elders were weakening at a steady pace, it seemed there would be no danger in the next ten days or half a month. Thus, after consulting, the two leaders decided to wait here for the Divine Winds atop the Snow Mountain to subside before leading the team across.

A danger that could imprison two Golden Core elders? She had no interest in finding out—that certainly wasn’t within the scope of risks she should be taking. Her plan was simply to cross Kunlong Snow Mountain and then continue heading west.

Having experienced great turmoil, she now understood how precious a calm and peaceful life was. During these days, she never neglected her cultivation. In addition to stealthily reading Changtian’s books, she had also repeatedly studied the Gu Scripture she obtained from the lady in the secret realm, finding it more and more intriguing. Only the cold and snowy weather, nearly devoid of insects, prevented her from trying her hand at Gu Refining.

One day, in the least conspicuous corner of the inn’s garden, a stubborn and slender little tree—the Spring Flower and Autumn Fruit Tree—blossomed. It was only over two meters tall, not very leafy, and its sparse flowers were limp and frail. But the flowers were pure white, as exquisite as snow blossoms, and exuded a drifting, lingering fragrance. One of them, blooming the latest, was still just a bud.

She knew then that spring had finally arrived, for the Spring Flower and Autumn Fruit Tree only bloomed in spring. "In another half a year, this tree will bear Dao Fruit," she murmured with joy as she touched the little tree.

At the bottom of God Demon Prison, Changtian opened his eyes and reminded her, "The snow has melted. The Divine Wind over Kunlong Mountain should have disappeared. You and Tu Jin should set out."

Indeed, a thunderous, earth-shattering noise came from the direction of the Snow Mountain, signaling that the glaciers could no longer withstand the warmth of spring and were tumbling down.

The travelers in the village cheered. With the glaciers melted, the paths sealed by ice and snow would soon be clear again. (To be continued... If you enjoy this work, please visit qidian.com to cast your recommendation ticket and Monthly Ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to continue reading.)