The cold wind howled past, and the stray hairs in front of her forehead blurred her vision. Looking at the cliff still a short distance away, Yaohua slowly steeled herself.
The chill seeped into her hand along the blade of the sword. Every time she thrust the sword into the cliff wall, her palms were torn and bleeding.
Just when she was about to climb up, she almost fell back down due to carelessness. This time, Yaohua didn't dare to slack off the slightest bit.
"That scoundrel is dead. It's such a waste to leave all these ores here."
"Big brother, I've got an idea."
The voices made Yaohua stop her movements abruptly.
It was those sinful immortals!
Zhao Jun was dead, yet they were still here!
Her hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
Yaohua had no doubt that if she climbed up, she would be surrounded by them, and her life would be in jeopardy.
Crack—
The sword stuck in the steep cliff slid out half an inch.
Yaohua stared at it intently, her palms sweating.
"They want these ores so badly. They must be planning something big. In that case, why don't we take them for ourselves and cooperate with them to see what they're up to."
Sweat seeped into her torn palms, and the burning pain made Yaohua's mind even clearer.
Gripping the protruding rock tightly, she slowly pulled out the sword and inserted it again.
"But how can we carry away so many ores?"
"Leave?" A familiar voice reached Yaohua's ears.
Why did he come back?
Two fists can't fight four hands. Was he coming back to court death?
Yaohua sighed silently, not knowing whether she should climb up or stay where she was.
But soon, she dispelled this concern.
"He has explosives in his hand!"
The panicked voice of the sinful immortal didn't seem fake.
Moreover, Immortal Muyang did have explosives in his hand.
It was entirely possible for him to give the useless explosives to Bailu.
Yaohua didn't want to really fall to her death here. She quickly stepped on a rock and climbed up in a contorted posture.
"Bailu!"
Boom—
Her voice was drowned out by the loud noise. Her hands barely reached the ground when her body flew out with the rocks uncontrollably.
Help!
Bailu has betrayed me!
Yaohua closed her eyes despairingly, and her master's face flashed through her mind for a moment.
Master, you won't have to worry about me coming to find you anymore!
The speed of her falling body got faster and faster. Yaohua had no choice but to let go of the sword in her hand.
"System brother, are you there? I think I can still be saved!"
She frantically called out to the sleeping system, but for some reason, the system that had responded before was completely silent.
This was really too bad!
She hoped that her death wouldn't be too ugly, at least so that her father and brother could recognize the body that had been smashed into a pulp as hers.
At the moment of life and death, a sudden ray of colorful light burst out from the bottom of the cliff.
In the brilliant light, a snow - white, almost transparent hand reached up.
Thud—
Yaohua touched the back of her head that had been hit.
Most of the falling force was dissipated. It was like hitting the headboard of a bed. It hurt a bit, but she could bear it.
She had survived a near - death experience!
She was so touched that tears welled up in her eyes.
Could it be that her master had appeared to save her from the dire situation?
Yaohua wiped away her tears. The word "master" got stuck in her throat. She stared blankly at the person in front of her who almost blended in with the snow behind him.
This man was extremely handsome, almost comparable to her master's appearance. However, his whole body exuded a deathly aura, which made people not notice his looks at first glance.
He leaned over, his nose almost touching Yaohua's neck.
The bone - chilling cold enveloped Yaohua, and even her five senses were frozen.
"The bloodline of the Phoenix Clan."
This ice - like man murmured in a voice as stiff as if his throat had been frozen for tens of thousands of years.
As soon as he stepped back, a warm current surged towards Yaohua.
The lost senses gradually returned, and Yaohua's brain, which had stopped working, finally reacted.
On the ice plain, only the snow demons had the ability to use spiritual power. The fact that this person had just come to her rescue had already revealed his identity.
"You're a snow demon!"
The man frowned his snow - white eyebrows. "My name is Mingye. What is a snow demon?"
Had she recognized him wrongly?
Or was the information given by the system wrong? Maybe on the ice plain, it wasn't only the snow demons that could use spiritual power?
However, regardless of who this person was, he had saved her life. This was an obvious and undeniable fact.
"Thank you for saving me just now. I will surely repay you."
Mingye looked blankly at the cliff above that seemed to have no end and refused her offer of repayment, explaining, "You made too much noise when you fell from above. You woke me up."
"Then go back to sleep?" Yaohua tentatively met his gaze.
"No need." Mingye slowly shook his head. His silver - white pupils were filled with confusion. "You're from the Phoenix Clan. Why have I never seen you before?"
Time had changed, and the world had gone through many vicissitudes. It seemed that Mingye had slept for too long and didn't know which generation of the Phoenix Clan was currently in power.
"Senior Mingye, my name is Yaohua. My father's name is Qingcang, and he is the current patriarch of the Phoenix Clan."
"Qingcang..." Mingye's voice merged with the howling wind and snow. He looked at Yaohua, but it seemed as if he was looking at someone else through her. His gaze was distant and long.
"Yes, Senior Mingye. My father has been the patriarch for ten thousand years. Do you know my father?"
Mingye shook his head. "I've never heard of him."
It seemed that this senior's seniority was much higher than she had imagined.
Yaohua felt a deep sense of respect. "May I be so bold as to ask, which patriarch of the Phoenix Clan do you know?"
"It doesn't matter anymore." Mingye raised his silver - white eyes. A glint of spiritual light flashed at his fingertips. "Since you're from the Phoenix Clan, you should go and find Ziying."
His tone was strange, and his murmured voice lingered in Yaohua's ear. When the white mist in front of her dissipated, Yaohua found that she had already returned to the top of the cliff.
The snow mist was dancing below, isolating the bottom of the cliff from the top. Yaohua couldn't see anything below. If it weren't for the pain in the back of her head, she would almost have suspected that she had had a hallucination.
This person was really strange.
He seemed to care about the Phoenix Clan and also knew Fairy Ziying. Could he be an old acquaintance of the ancestor?
"Yaohua?"
A surprised cry interrupted Yaohua's thoughts.
Looking up, she saw the disheveled Immortal Muyang rushing over, tears streaming down his face.
Yaohua disdainfully moved aside. The next moment, someone grabbed her wrist tightly.
"It's Yaohua!"
Bailu's surprised voice immediately made Yaohua recall the scene of him using explosives to attack the sinful immortals.
Yaohua twitched the corner of her eye and looked at him speechlessly, unable to say a word for a moment.
Bailu waved his hand in front of her eyes. "Why aren't you talking? Are you injured?"
At this moment, Yaohua finally found the similarity between Bailu and Qingshi.
They were both equally naive!
Yaohua held back the pent - up anger in her chest and slowly said, "Why did you come back?"