In the distant north, on the other side of the Ink Sea, there was a cluster of mountains rising abruptly from the snowland, devoid of human habitation and extremely desolate.
The so-called "mountains" were actually very far from each other, looking like the beetles crawling out of the flour.
The snowland was white, but the mountains were black. The colors were very monotonous, and the eyes would feel uncomfortable if one looked at them for a long time.
It was said that this place used to be the ancestral hall of the Wansong Sect, but it was destroyed by the largest monster invasion, leaving no traces behind.
This place was close to the edge of the Snowy Kingdom. It was extremely cold even though it was the early summer.
The Chaotic Wind above the clouds in the high sky was as cold as a knife. It was hard to fly for a long time, regardless of whether one was riding a sword or riding a magic treasure. The flying sedan, which could insulate itself from the cold, was too slow and dangerous. Only the precious magic treasures of the major Cultivation sects could travel freely here.
If a Cultivation practitioner flew in the high sky or landed on the highest peak in the northwest and looked northward, he would see the energy of heaven and earth fluctuating on the snowland within a radius of one thousand square miles. Especially in the surroundings of those black mountains, every once in a while, one could see the strong wind tearing the low-hanging clouds apart. The sword light and the treasure light intertwined and reflected each other, stirring up a tornado-like snowstorm on the surface of the snowfield, mixed with ear-piercing screams and muffled roars, looking like countless fireworks.
Those were the young Cultivation practitioners participating in the Cultivation tournament of the Plum Meeting, hunting and killing the monsters of the Snowy Kingdom.
It was very quiet around an isolated mountain, and it was deathly quiet inside the mountain.
Sitting in a spot on the cliff, Jing Jiu looked at the snowland in the distance, remaining reticent.
There was still some winter snow on the peak top, and his eyelashes were covered with frost. Yet, it was dusk rather than early morning.
There was a cave a few thousand feet away, in which a bonfire was lit. Four young Cultivation practitioners sat around the bonfire.
It was evident that the bonfire had just been lit, and the fire wasn't fully lit yet. The dim light shone on their young faces, making their anxious emotions more apparent.
A gloomy young man in a white Daoist robe stood up and walked to the outside of the cave, shooting a glance at Jing Jiu.
A moment later, he came back, shaking his head.
This person was a disciple of the Black Heaven Sect, Lu Jin. He specialized in fire-elemental techniques and was most suitable for fighting in cold environments.
The square-faced young man sitting next to him frowned slightly and sighed in disappointment.
His name was Wu Mingzhong, a young disciple of the No-Mercy Sect. What he practiced was the rarely-seen Sword and Shield, which could provide an excellent shield. He was quite dissatisfied with the current situation of his group, but he couldn't say anything because of the relationship between the No-Mercy Sect and the Aoyama Sect.
In the end, someone couldn't hold it in any longer. That young cultivator was called Dai Ying, a young disciple that the Kunlun Sect had focused on training.
He was dressed in black and had a green ribbon tied around his waist. It was a magic weapon of the Kunlun Sect, the Green Rope. It was said that it was refined from the long bones of the Green Flood Dragon and was extremely powerful.
Dai Ying's eyebrows were very straight, just like his words. "If he still refuses to leave tomorrow morning, then we'll leave him behind."
Lu Jin and Wu Mingzhong didn't respond. The remaining young woman said hesitantly, "Should we wait a little longer? He is a senior cultivator after all, and he might have a more thorough consideration than we do. Besides, he won first place in the chess tournament, so his Cultivation state must be quite high. I heard that he even defeated Big Brother Gu Han in the Sword Trial of Aoyama. "
"I'd like to know what a senior cultivator of the Aoyama Sect is thinking by hiding here every day and refusing to go out."
Dai Ying said to her with a sneer, "I don't know what his Cultivation state is, but if we stay here with him, what about the Cultivation tournament?"
The name of the young woman was Yin Qingmo, a disciple of the Star-picking Tower. She used the Star Pot as her magic weapon. Like the disciples of the Platanus Sect, she played an indispensable role in every Cultivation tournament team.
Hearing Dai Ying's straightforward words, the other three, including her, all fell silent.
The question was, who was going to talk to that person?
The light of the bonfire shone on their faces, changing constantly.
"Since it is my suggestion, let me do it!" Dai Ying said while gritting his teeth.
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Jing Jiu glanced at this young disciple of Kunlun.
They had traveled together for more than ten days, and he remembered that his name was Dai Ying.
"I don't feel right. Let's stay a few more days …"
Jing Jiu added after some thought, "I have a suggestion."
"What if we don't want to accept your suggestion?"
Dai Ying asked while staring into Jing Jiu's eyes, looking a bit nervous.
Jing Jiu's status was much higher than theirs, and he was a famous person, though his reputation wasn't that good.
The Cultivation practitioners who participated in the Plum Meeting all knew what had happened in Zhaoge City, and they all guessed that the official of the Pure Heaven Bureau had been killed by Jing Jiu.
After a moment of silence, Jing Jiu said, "Let's leave tomorrow then."
Back in the cliff cave, Dai Ying kicked away the bonfire angrily.
His companions were surprised, asking him what had happened. Did Jing Jiu insist that they stay in the mountain?
"Nothing."
Dai Ying said while breathing heavily.
He was in a bad mood indeed.
If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have had to endure it for so many days. How could he do well in the Cultivation tournament after so many days of delay?
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The twilight soon disappeared, and the night arrived. The snowy clouds dispersed, and the starlight shone on the cliffs, making it even colder.
Jing Jiu looked at the snowland in Silence, not feeling anything.
This place had been the last line of defense for the humans for many years, but it was his first time to come here.
The main reason he participated in the Cultivation tournament was to try to find that person, as Zhao Layue said, even though there was no hotpot here.
The assassination attempt in the Mingcui Valley, the shadow of Bulao Lin and the Underworld, and the hidden meaning behind all these events made him feel uneasy.
It was understandable that that person wanted to kill Zhao Layue, just like what he had done many years ago. He wanted to prove to Jing Jiu that his path was the correct one.
Meanwhile, he wanted to take this opportunity to let Jing Jiu see this cold and cruel snowland with his own eyes.
What was the meaning of all this?
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In the early morning, a group of people left the Lone Mountain and stepped on the snowland.
The other teams participating in the Cultivation tournament had already walked far into the depths of the snowland, leaving them far behind.
Normally, the snowland that had been cleared by the participants should be safe, but they were still very careful.
It was unknown whether it was a coincidence or not, but none of the five people, including Jing Jiu, had participated in the Cultivation tournament before.
Suddenly, a scream broke out.
The girl named Yin Qingmo jumped one hundred feet to avoid something, and she was so panicked that she forgot to call out the Star Pot to defend herself.
Dai Ying looked at the place where she had been standing and said with furrowed eyebrows, "The eggs of the snow worms are not dangerous, and they are not counted as achievements. It is useless to kill more of them."
Having said that, he took the lead and walked forward, looking very confident.
It was late spring when they left Zhaoge City, and now it was summer. The temperature was relatively high even in the north of the Ink Sea, and most of the monsters in the snowland would be asleep at this time.
Jing Jiu walked over there and waved his sleeve to brush off the ice and snow. He took a look at the egg, which was about the size of a fist and covered with a layer of translucent white film, with three vertical and horizontal cracks on it. The edges of the cracks were covered with a sticky liquid, and some green hairs could be vaguely seen, which looked quite disgusting.
He reached out his hand to pick it up. When his fingers touched the egg, he felt a slight suction.
He thought it was quite interesting, so he took a closer look at it.
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