The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 881 - 485: The Worst Deduction
Humans choose their places of residence, naturally preferring areas sheltered from the winds and with little snow, so the gathering area of the Pu Clan Tribe is cleverly selected at the bottom of a narrow plain fissure, keeping the wind and snow on the high snowfield. Moreover, this naturally formed rift valley presents a configuration of small at the top and large at the bottom; while the space below is quite spacious, cultivators using sword control passing overhead can mostly see only a narrow, uninhabited gorge.
Ning Xiaoxian particularly noticed that not only was there no accumulated snow here, but the ground was also wet. Her heart skipped a beat, arising an ominous premonition.
With thoughts lingering, she casually took the cow’s milk handed over by the Clan Leader and took a sip.
"Phoo," Qi Zai was quicker than her, having already sprayed out a mouthful. She also felt a strong rank and fishy taste rush into her mouth, rendering her instantly rigid, unable to swallow or spit it out. Yet the middle-aged man in front of her was so eager to please that she could not disrespect him, forcing herself to swallow it, vowing not to drink a second mouthful. Upon inquiry, she found out that in this icy land, it was naturally impossible to herd dairy cows, thus the most extravagant beverage was yak milk, which was very rare, and even wealthy families usually don’t use it themselves but reserve it for distinguished guests.
Her gaze shifted to Tu Jin, who astonishingly remained unfazed, gulping it down one mouthful after another, leaving her deeply impressed. No wonder he had lived over a thousand years — who knows how many bizarre things he had swallowed in his life. She was still too green, too inexperienced.
She took out the Dusk Sky Bead from her bosom and handed it to the Clan Leader, recounting the situation where Dou Er collected the herbs back then, before asking him: "Where were these herbs collected from nearby?"
Chief Pu glanced at it briefly and shook his head repeatedly, saying: "This Dusk Sky Bead is no longer obtainable within the clan nowadays; the place where these herbs grew can no longer be accessed. The Wu Chier Mountain God’s anger has persisted for quite some time and is becoming increasingly severe." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment; could this matter be related to the Mountain God? Tu Jin said solemnly: "Start from the beginning."
The Mountain God is something that truly exists, but cultivators don’t pay much attention to it, because it is mostly a position held by demons who have successfully cultivated the Earth Vein, such as near Miluo’s Chiming City, where two large mountain ranges are presided over by Great Demons from Fengtian Prefecture, ensuring the safety of the forests and guarding against external enemies. In Hidden Stream, Lin Wei’s role is actually similar to a Mountain God, just without the ability for localized summoning of wind and rain. But the variety of demons in Atalia Mountain is not many; could this Mountain God be a snow monster?
Chief Pu spoke slowly: "When my Pu Clan ancestors chose this location three hundred years ago, it was with painstaking effort, not without reason. Although deep into the Snow Mountain and far from human presence, this place holds some mysteries. Firstly, the location is warm; no matter how much snow falls, it will melt within three days and then turn into ice. Moreover, living in this rift, the temperature is much higher than outside, allowing even ten-year-old children in the Pu Clan to move freely without becoming fatigued or sick when wearing a thick coat."
The greatest threat faced by people living within the Atalia Mountain range is naturally the extreme low temperatures. The foresight of the Pu Clan ancestors was indeed fortunate in finding this blessed place.
"Secondly, the nearby forest resources are extremely rich, with plenty of game like yaks, foxes, snow deer, and wolves. Especially deep into the Snow Mountain where there’s almost no competition from other tribes, the hunting harvest during spring and autumn can basically support half a year of sustenance if calculated carefully."
"Another characteristic here: within a hundred-mile radius of Wu Chi’er Mountain, there are hot springs everywhere. The fissure occupied by the Pu Clan Tribe alone contains two springs with temperatures suitable for mortal soaking, along with one that boils year-round; toss raw meat into it and it’s cooked within fifteen minutes, saving much firewood. These hot springs also offer another benefit: the stones near the springs are warm and moist, fostering the growth of ample lichens and mosses, which though bitter in taste, are beneficial to health when consumed long-term."
Ning Xiaoxian impulsively extended her tender, slender index finger, lightly tapping on the table — a thinking habit she learned from Changtian. The existence of hot springs reflects abundant geothermal resources; whether in Huaxia or neighboring Japan, the closer to earthquake zones, the more numerous and better quality the hot springs are. The presence of numerous hot springs near Wu Chi’er Mountain clearly indicates a strong heat source beneath the surface, but every advantage has its downside; these areas tend to have a higher likelihood of earthquakes and volcanic eruptions.
