C2 First at the Holy Snow Mountain

Haozhou Continent, Liwu Empire, Extreme Northern Sacred Snow Mountain!

At the foot of the Sacred Snow Mountain, there was an unknown village. The sunlight reflected on the snow-covered village all year round, making it look very sacred, like a beautiful scenery. Occasionally, there would be snow eagles flying in the sky. Looking up, it looked like they were playing with the white clouds.

The conditions here were tough, only about ten households of villagers were quiet all year round. Very few outsiders came and went. Occasionally, there would be a few adventurers or mercenaries who went into the deep mountains to hunt for Devil Beasts.

The local villagers relied on hunting to make a living. They lived a self-sufficient life that isolated themselves from the world. Of course, they would not go into the depths of the mountains to hunt. They would only hunt porcupines and other small Devil Beasts that had no offensive power at the edge of the Snow Mountain Range!

It was the night of the first month again. The bone-piercing cold wind blew up the snow on the ground, covering the traces of activity of the villagers during the day. Originally, every villager was a few hundred meters away. After being covered by the snow, it looked like the village had become a few snowballs.

Under the moonlight, he saw a weak figure sitting cross-legged on a snowy mountain not far from the village. It was a child about eleven or twelve years old. His skin was like that of a baby, and he wore a thick white robe, which made him appear thin and frail. However, it was also neat and tidy.

Time passed quietly, and the boy who had been sitting quietly on top of the snowy mountain. . . His body was covered with a layer of snow. If one didn't look closely, they wouldn't be able to see the small figure on the snowy mountain. A white color appeared in the east. The boy slowly opened his eyes and shot out two rays of light. He took a deep breath. He spat out another cloud of fog. He stood up slowly and sighed. He muttered to himself, "It's still the same as before. If only I had a Body Refining Pill! "

It had been twelve years. No one would have thought that this child in front of them. . . It was precisely Lan Wenxuan, who had been struck by the heavenly lightning back then, and had been sent into the infant's body. He had almost destroyed his soul, leaving only a little bit of divine sense to maintain the baby's life. His soul had entered a deep slumber. Six years ago, Lan Wenxuan's soul had just awakened completely, and the first thing he did was to check his body. He found that his entire body's pulse was narrow, and his body was weak. It was hard to see any results from his cultivation. But Lan Wenxuan Earth was just a loose cultivator, under the environment where the spirit energy was thin, He could cultivate to the Heavenly Tribulation even after a thousand years of cultivation. He would never give up easily in a thousand years. Not to mention the fact that the spiritual energy in Haozhou Continent was a hundred times denser than on Earth. How could he give up so easily?

Ever since Lan Wenxuan had awakened his soul and divine sense, he had cultivated for a full six years. A year ago, he had already reached the Qi Motion Stage, but he had never made any progress. Slowly, he believed that the natural conditions of the body were extremely important to his cultivation. Only when he could not make any progress did he think of refining the Pill Medicine and improving his meridians.

"But is there really a Pill Medicine in this world? He was not sure. However, he remembered the various pill formulas in the 'Mystic Pill Record' very clearly. He could refine them himself, but he lacked medicinal ingredients. It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. "

Lan Wenxuan put down his worries and looked at the sky. He said to himself, "It's time to go back. The thin figure jumped up in the darkness after dawn. He ran towards the village at the foot of the mountain. If Lan Wuhong saw his son, who always fell when he saw the wind, He would be so shocked that his jaw would fall to the ground. Lan Wenxuan's every step was not big. However, his body was a few feet away. The smooth snow mountain did not affect him at all. He ran as fast as he could, as if he was running on flat ground. There was not a single trace left on the snow ground.

"Lan Wenxuan's running speed is not any slower than a swordsmaster, and he is running so fast that there is no trace of him. Even a three star Sword Emperor Lan Wuhong might not be able to do it!"

In fact, the Chung Hua Qing Gong Lan Wenxuan used had a very pleasant name. It was called "Flying Wings of the Colorless Phoenix. " It was when he went out to travel. He had remembered it in an unknown cave. Back then, when he was in an unknown cave, he had remembered the name Flying Wings of a Colorless Phoenix. At that time, such a useless cultivation technique was useless to him, because at that time. . . He had already reached the Mid Nascent Soul, and he could use his sword to travel the world. He didn't expect it at that time. But now, he was able to use such a technique.

Since the year his six-year-old Divine Sense had fully recovered, he had started to organize his thoughts. He organized the useful techniques, such as the Rainbow Phoenix's Twin Wings, Ground Shrink, Rushing Thunder Sword Technique, Soaked Garment Eighteen Fall, Flower Picking Flying Leaves, and various other easy to cultivate ancient martial arts techniques. A year ago, Lan Wenxuan cultivated the Zi Mansion Heavenly Book and broke through to the Qi Motion Stage. After he was unable to make any progress, he split half of his time to research various cultivation techniques and sword skills. With the experience he had gained from his previous life, he was able to master all kinds of cultivation techniques very quickly. Unfortunately, his body's cultivation level was too low, so he couldn't use most of the cultivation techniques. The colorless phoenix wings were only used more than half a month ago, which was why he used the mysterious movement technique to hide from his father's eyes and ears. At night, she ran out to cultivate.

Lan Wenxuan's house was at the south side of the village. There were a few thatched huts. The thatched huts were covered with snow, and there was a small courtyard with a fence outside the cottage. A few ups and downs were at the entrance of the courtyard.

Lan Wenxuan carefully used his divine sense to scan the few thatched huts and concealed his aura. He was like an ordinary person, without any worries. He strode into the hall. The walls of the hall were covered with various kinds of beast skins. These beast skins were obtained by Lan Wuhong when he hunted. They were left behind and stuck to the walls. Firstly, they were used to avoid the cold. Secondly, if he encountered a leather shop outside the mountain, he would collect them. He could exchange them for money and food to pass his days. The stove in the living room had already turned off, and there was also a chill in the room.

He was not afraid that his father would find out. In his heart, There was a secret that only belonged to him, or rather, he used the power of lightning to tear apart space. Even if his divine sense was told to the people here, no one would believe it. On the contrary, it would cause unnecessary trouble. Lan Wenxuan wasn't the one who was afraid of trouble. He just felt that it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble. Under Lan Wenxuan's divine sense, he discovered that his father wasn't in the house. He knew that his father had not returned yet.

One year ago, when Lan Wenxuan's cultivation technique had entered the Qi Motion Stage. . . It was midnight, and his Divine Sense covered an area of five hundred meters in an instant. He accidentally found out that his father was not in the house. He slowly grasped the pattern of his father's departure and return. Whenever it was late at night when Lan Wenxuan was resting, Lan Wuhong quietly left. He often came back with his prey in the early hours of the morning. Although Lan Wenxuan's cheap father never expressed anything in words, The father and son rarely talked to each other. However, Lan Wuhong looked at him with a loving gaze. When they were eating, he put a small amount of meat in Lan Wenxuan's bowl. It was a trivial matter. However, he had never felt this way in his previous life. Although the conditions here were harsh, Lan Wenxuan had never complained. When there was a flaw in beauty, there was almost motherly love.

In Lan Wenxuan's memory, Lan Wuhong had brought him to this village in the past. He had arranged for Lan Wenxuan to stay at Uncle Shao's house next to him and bring the snow lotus into the Sacred Snow Mountain. At that time, Lan Wenxuan had thought that he had been abandoned just like in his previous life, but he had never thought that Lan Wuhong would play the role of a loving father when he returned half a year later. It made Lan Wenxuan feel the love of a father. He had also become Lan Wuhong's son.

It had been a long time. Even if Lan Wuhong did not tell Lan Wenxuan why he went out at night, based on his intuition, he could guess that his father went into the mountains every night to accompany his mother, who had turned into her original form (Yi Lian, that snow lotus). He couldn't do anything for his father right now. Even if he wanted to, he didn't have the ability to do so. If his pill was at its completion stage, he could use the crystal to set up a Spirit Gathering Formation and refine a furnace of Form Transformation Pills. With the spiritual energy of this place, it would take less than a hundred years for his mother to assume human form.