Xue Tong felt a headache. This hard job was easier said than done.
Most of the Miao Gao monks who were unwilling to interact with Xia Shan were on good terms with the Xueyuan Sect. Killing such Miao Gao sect members would lead to revenge from the two Xueyuan Miao Gao sects, not to mention the Martial Saint Lu Shaoyu behind them.
Xue Tong has no absolute strength, so this job is extremely difficult.
Xue Tong was determined to get it done for Hou Qingdan if he could, and he wanted to leave if he couldn't.
The Xuanmen dispute was not his concern, Xue Tong was concerned about his own cultivation.
It is still early in the late stage of Heavenly Being, and there is no way to upgrade magical weapons for a while. Only the upgrade of spiritual pets is relatively urgent.
Once the vulture faces a breakthrough, the spirit-containing thunder horned beast can come in handy, but the other three pets have no big promotions, especially the white tiger and the violent ape.
…
The temperature is getting colder, and white gas is emitting from the nostrils of the horses and animals. Near the Cambrian Mountains, there are few people and the thin ice on the ground is gradually increasing.
There are thorns under the hooves of horses and beasts, let alone thin ice, even if the ice is as solid as iron, they will rarely slip.
After having no chance to find trouble for several days, Xue Tong went to a mountainous village out of boredom.
A rare guest came to the tavern, and the shopkeeper personally warmed a pot of good wine and brought it to the room.
Xue Tong invited him to sit down and chat.
The shopkeeper asked casually, "Taoist priest, are you going to the mountains to hunt?"
Xue Tong's heart moved.
"Do monks often go to the mountains?"
"No more, no less. The Cambrian Mountains are extremely vast, stretching 60,000 to 70,000 miles from east to west, from north to south, and monks from the inland and Xueyuan Myoko hunt and gather all year round."
"Well, I also have this plan!"
Xue Tong's plan gradually took shape, "The main mountain of Xueyuan is a big capped mountain, and the city of Xueyuan at the foot of the mountain is not considered the sect's territory five thousand miles away. It is better to go to such a place. It is an unclaimed space, and you may encounter Miao Gao and others." Mainland monks.”
"Just stay away from Wujie Mountain, where Lu Shaoyu's lair is."
Xue Tong rode a vulture into the mountain.
…
After wandering around the mountains for a month, Xue Tong got his wish and saw a simple monk camp in the cold forest.
Three men and one woman, it seems like two groups of people formed a partnership.
The four masters were quite nervous.
"What are you four doing here?" Xue Tong asked with a calm expression.
"Waiting for a while, the friend I made an appointment with will be here in a few days." The elder master replied.
Another middle-aged man interjected: "The owner of the silver hook boat."
"Oh" Xue Tong didn't know the owner of the boat, but he could roughly figure out the middle-aged man's thoughts. It was nothing more than a warning to him not to act rashly. The powerful owner would be here soon.
According to Xue Tong's knowledge, the Xueyuan Sect has loose control and has many small and medium-sized sects in its territory. These sects obey his orders and basically do their own things on weekdays.
Silver Hook Boat must be one of them.
"Where did these fellow Taoists come from?" Xue Tong asked.
"Inland, I have been to the Cambrian Mountains several times." The elder grandmaster said.
Xue Tong rolled his eyes and said, "Since you are coming from the interior, why did you make an appointment with the local landlord?"
"This place is no longer the boundary of the snow source. I only asked the master of Yingoufang because I have something to do, but please forgive me for the inconvenience." The elder grandmaster told the truth.
"That's it, Yang, take your leave!" Xue Tong said.
He was in danger, and Xue Yuan's pseudonym no longer applied.
He planned to pretend to leave and then observe secretly. Finally, he found something to do, and he couldn't give up easily.
"Taoist Master Yang, stay!"
The only female cultivator among the four suddenly said.
"Let us discuss it." The female Xiu pulled the other three people away and whispered to each other.
"Taoist Master, please stay here. This is our first meeting with the Silver Hook Boat Master. If there is any harvest in the next two days, you will receive 20% of my share among the five." The elder master said.
"Yeah" Xue Tong agreed happily.
"Did you find a spiritual object?" Xue Tong looked around and asked.
The middle-aged Taoist nun nodded.
The meaning of the Taoist nun is self-explanatory. The master of Yingoufang met for the first time. He is an early-stage heavenly being, and his fortune and misfortune are unpredictable. With "Taoist Master Yang" in check, Yingoufang will never engage in ulterior motives.
…
The elder grandmaster's name is Dong Fangkai, and the one who interrupted is Mu Tao. The Taoist nun is Mu Tao's junior sister Zhu Wanrong. The grandmaster is Dacheng.
The four of them came to the Cambrian Mountains several times and had some friendship with Grandmaster Wei Sui of Yingoufang.
Wei Si usually goes with four people, and the collected spiritual objects are divided equally.
But half a month ago, the five people were shocked by the valley a hundred miles away.
It was sunset when the five people passed by, and a thick fog suddenly appeared in the valley, making it ten times colder than usual.
The five people searched carefully, but the fog disappeared inexplicably, and there was no clue to be found.
When the sun sets the next day, the fog in the valley reappears, seeming to have penetrated from the surface, lasting less than a cup of tea before and after sunset.
This has been going on for several days, and something is going on underneath the valley, which is now a certainty.
The cold air was as cold as a knife, and the five of them were afraid that they would not be able to control the foreign objects. Wei thought about it and went back to the Silver Hook Boat to call for people. They agreed that no matter how much they gained, they would be divided equally with Dong Fangkai and the four people.
"Okay, let's wait until the people from Silver Hook Boat arrive." Xue Tong said.
He didn't ask where the valley was, nor did he suggest going to see it first. He also wanted to make the four of them feel more at ease.
Two days later, there was the sound of footsteps outside the cold forest.
Wearing a silver-grey Taoist robe and a bright silver Taoist crown, the owner of the silver-hooked boat is full of energy and calm.
The moment he saw Xue Tong, a hint of displeasure flashed through him.
Xue Tong is obviously regarded as an obstacle to his "supreme" status.
"Oh, who is this?" Zhao Youtong, the master of Silver Hook Boat, asked.
"The poor Taoist Yang Shijie was passing through the cold forest, and fellow Taoist Dong asked me to investigate together." Xue Tong said politely.
"Well, it's not a bad thing to have more helpers anyway, so fellow Taoist Yang can stay." Zhao Youtong saw that Xue Tong's seat was quite low and he said stably.
He brought two followers with him to guard a top master.
"After half an hour of sunset, the boat owner invites you!" Dong Fangkai said respectfully.
…
Cold Mist Valley.
The scenery of the valley is unremarkable. The leaves of the alpine vegetation are frozen, and the frozen soil at the bottom of the valley is as hard as solid rock.
The golden glow of the setting sun gradually dimmed, slowly disappearing beneath the line connecting heaven and earth.
Almost instantly, the cold mist poured out from the bottom of the valley and the foot of the mountain.
Xue Tong frowned slightly.
He could hardly feel the ice in the Cambrian Territory, but the moment the cold mist surged out, he couldn't help but shrink his pores.
Even if a drop of water turns into ice, it is far from enough to describe it.
Xue Tong felt that it was equivalent to the cold air spewed by the spiritual pet white tiger.
The cold fog quickly disappeared.
"Either there is a new cold spring under the ground, or there are ice beasts in the celestial realm." Zhao Youtong said.
"Celestial realm monsters, are they too fierce?" Xue Tong pretended to be worried.
The demonic beast must be at least mid-level, otherwise the cold mist should be colder than the white tiger.
"My Lord, the master of the boat, can withstand the mid-level, and the cold air can be judged to be like this at best." Wei thought that he was indeed a monk in the Cambrian Domain, and he was well-informed.
"Hmm, we don't understand. It all depends on the owner of the boat." Dong Fangkai said flatteringly.
"Fellow Daoist Yang, why don't you give it a try first and blast away at the bottom of the valley?" Zhao Youtong asked Xue Tong in a false tone.
"Where is it? I'm just making up the numbers. Please, Lord Boat Master!" Xue Tong waved his hands repeatedly.
"You guys, step back a hundred feet!"
Zhao Youtong waited for everyone to go away and stood on the top of the mountain in the clouds.
As he muttered words, red clouds gathered over the valley.
"Go!" Zhao Youtong shouted.
The red cloud rolled and a golden giant sword came out of thin air.
The golden sword suddenly swelled and shone with golden light.
"puff!"
The giant sword sank into the bottom of the valley, and only golden light shot out of the crack.
The valley shook violently, and within ten feet of the cracked hole, clods of earth towered into the sky.
"Hoo~"
Cold mist sprayed, followed by an even greater shock in an instant.
"Boom!"
The flying clods of earth multiplied tenfold and flew up to the top of the mountain!
Xue Tong's eyes flashed as a white object jumped up, accompanied by an angry roar.
"Snow Dragon!" Xue Tong yelled.
The snow dragon in the middle stage of heaven has a head with two horns and a tail with scales.
A picture emerged in Xue Tong's knowledge sea: "The snow dragon is dormant in the ice lake underground. In the middle stage of advancement, it senses the yin and yang transition of sunset and moonrise, and sprays out cold mist, attracting Dong Fangkai and five others."
The snow dragon jumped into the air like an arrow, spitting ice balls and bombarding Zhao Youtong.
When Zhao Youtong was about to get into trouble, his face was as white as paper. He suppressed the fright, and the storage bracelet flew out of the earth-level second-grade silver hook, and he chopped it with all his strength.
There was a mist of silver light, and everyone heard a shrill roar, as the silver light struck heavily on the huge ice ball.
"Bang"
Zhao Youtong bounced high, the ice ball slowed down slightly and passed by his body.
Xue Tong saw the demon beast in the middle stage of heaven for the first time.
The thirty-foot-long snow dragon is extremely pure white, without a trace of color, and has only a pair of red eyes with a fierce look.
The shadow of the dragon's claw clawed hard at Zhao Youtong in the air.
Zhao Youtong slashed diagonally with his silver hook, and the storage bracelet flew six more swords.
Sword clouds flew across the sky, and the claws exploded violently.
Rocks from the top of the mountain exploded with a rumble.
Zhao Youtong bounced away again.
"Taoist Yang, Taoist Yang!"
Wei Si called anxiously, signaling Xue Tong to join the battle as soon as possible.
Zhao Youtong was arrogant and arrogant. Xue Tong saw many such people, but he had no intention of gloating about his death.
Xue Tong's figure teleported and was already under Xue Long.
He jumped dozens of feet high and punched the sky.
A ball of black light blasted toward the dragon's tail.
"Pa!" The dragon's tail rolled back, and pieces of dragon scales flew off.
The snow dragon was in pain, roared, and swam a hundred feet away with a flick of its long tail.
Xue Tong resisted the desire to slay the dragon and did not attack continuously.
Monsters and beasts are common in the spirit world in the middle stage of heavenly beings, but the opportunity to get in touch with Zhao Youtong and others is very rare.
The snow dragon flew straight into the clouds. Zhao Youtong was in shock and Fahai was in chaos, so he had no intention of pursuing him.
"The owner of the boat was so brave that he was able to defeat Xue Long. Fortunately, Yang helped him with his sneak attack." Xue Tong did not show off his dew and hurt Xue Long, so most of the credit goes to Zhao Youtong.
"Well, Taoist Yang made a decisive move and the timing was perfect. It's rare." No matter how shameless Zhao Youtong was, he couldn't turn a blind eye.
He was beating the drum in his heart, knowing that Xue Tong was stronger than he thought, so it was better for him to tone down his tone a little.
Dong Fangkai and several others gathered around and flattered him again.
"Snow dragons are entrenched underground, or there may be spiritual beings. Why don't you go down and have a look?" Wei said, looking at the big ice cave.
Dozens of feet deep underground is indeed a glacial lake.
Everyone groped until dawn, but no favorite spiritual object was found.
"It's a pity that Xue Long escaped, otherwise we would have tens of millions of spiritual stones. You can continue, I will go back to the village."
"Fellow Daoist Yang, come and sit on the Silver Hook Boat when you have time," Zhao Youtong said.
"Yeah, thank you very much for the kindness of the boat owner. I will visit the villa when I have time."
Xue Tong made up his mind to have some activities with Dong Fanggai and the four others first, and then take the four others with him.
*Revised the story line and rewritten this chapter. The writing was already slow and it became even more delayed. Thank you book friends for your support, thank you for your subscriptions, recommendations, and monthly votes*
*This chapter was written in a hurry and there is no time to revise it. I will revise it tomorrow*
