bookrandom Chapter 144 Mixed joys and sorrows
Chapter 144 Mixed joys and sorrows
As usual, Chen An sat cross-legged on the bed, sensing the energy of heaven and earth, when suddenly his heart trembled violently.
An ominous premonition welled up in Chen An's heart. He opened his eyes and looked outside, but he couldn't sense anyone's presence.
"Meng Huan..." Chen An uttered his name as the face appeared in his mind.
He has been missing for almost a year without any news.
Hua Yuan led 50,000 people to search for him for so long, but they couldn't find a single clue.
Chen An thought of him more than once. She was born an orphan and lived without parents for more than ten years, never knowing what family affection was.
After transmigrating into the book, she met Elder Mingsan, her fellow disciples, and even gained an older brother named Meng Huan.
My master is gone, and I can't find my brother either, but thankfully I still have my fellow disciples and friends to keep me company.
Otherwise, Chen An wouldn't know if she could sever the family ties she had only recently formed.
When she and Meng Huan became sworn siblings, they worshipped the Heavenly Dao together. This feeling of unease clearly meant that he was in danger, or even worse...
Chen An was in a state of turmoil. She didn't want to lose Meng Huan, and she didn't want anything to happen to him.
But it turns out that God doesn't fulfill people's wishes.
Ten thousand miles away, beside an icy lake, Qu Ze and Meng Huan stood facing each other, their bodies encased in thick ice, their life force dissipating.
They fought here for more than three months. After their strength was exhausted, neither of them was willing to admit defeat first. They pointed their swords at each other for more than nine months. During these nine months, their body temperature slowly dropped and their spiritual energy gradually dissipated.
The icy chill of the glacier has lingered here for millions of years, waiting for fresh life.
The chill entered the body through the pores, gradually enveloping the soul from the outside in, until the two Nascent Soul stage experts were completely powerless to resist, before it began to damage their internal organs.
Qu Ze held his sword in his hand, the blade stained with the blood of the Xu Hua Sect disciples, and his eyes revealed a trace of coldness and resentment.
The madness he had shown when he left was gone from Meng Huan's eyes, but his ferocity was even stronger.
Chen An got out of bed, pushed open the door, looked up at the waning moon hanging in the sky, his eyes devoid of any warmth.
She just stood there, not knowing what to do to find her brother.
A few shooting stars streaked across the sky, and Fugui jumped onto Chen'an's shoulder, tilting his head to look at her expression, unsure of what to say.
It could tell that Chen An was becoming more and more powerful, but his smiles were becoming less and less frequent.
There are many powerful figures in the cultivation world. Which cultivator who has just reached the Nascent Soul stage doesn't swagger around for a hundred or two hundred years? People like Chen An are rare and strange.
Chen An closed her eyes, and the chill in the wind brushed against her face, gentle and familiar.
Fu Gui looked at the moon, then at Chen An, jumped off her shoulder, and headed towards the back mountain.
Chen An turned to look at the kitten's back, feeling a strange, indescribable feeling.
She was a little scared, afraid that something might happen to Fugui.
At this moment, she even had the thought of blaming Hua Yuan. She had entrusted him with 50,000 men because she trusted him, but Chen An still hadn't seen his brother.
But she knew she shouldn't have done that; Hua Yuan had already done enough.
In order to find Meng Huan and repay Chen An for accepting his mother's kindness, he often stayed away from the sect for more than ten days at a time, exchanging information with demonic cultivators scattered in various places, and personally going to those dangerous areas without any complaints.
Chen An felt ridiculous. She had been in this book for over ten years, how come she hadn't made any progress?
In this world, it's impossible for everything to go as planned.
Blaming others for not getting what you want is also a sign of weakness.
After silently apologizing to Hua Yuan in her heart, she summoned the Xuan Tie Golden Armor Man: "Tell Hua Yuan to take another 20,000 people to search for him. Also, tell him to be careful and not to risk his life."
The Frozen Lake is located on the westernmost edge of the known cultivation continent. It is filled with cold air, and anyone who goes there, regardless of their cultivation level, will be in danger.
Not to mention ordinary people, there are very few people in the entire cultivation world who have been there.
On that day, Meng Huan fought with Qu Ze. Qu Ze was skilled in using the power of ice. Seeing that he was in a disadvantageous position, he deliberately lured Meng Huan over.
After his entire family was slaughtered, Meng Huan was consumed by rage and couldn't think straight. He was only focused on killing Qu Ze to avenge his family, and unknowingly fell into the other party's trap.
This whole situation not only trapped Meng Huan, but also Qu Ze himself.
Qu Ze's cultivation was stronger than Meng Huan's, and with the support of the environment, he wanted to wear Meng Huan down so that he would suffer less injury. He never expected to end up in this situation.
The cold air continued to penetrate their bodies, absorbing their remaining life force.
In the pure white expanse of the sky, apart from the two of them, other living beings appeared.
The man flew above the two on his sword, brushed a stray hair from his forehead, and slowly landed on the ground.
A black mask covered the upper half of his face, with a pattern of golden waves embroidered on it, extending from left to right, perfectly matching the black color, exuding both nobility and casualness.
He walked up to Qu Ze, leaned forward slightly, brought his face close to the ice, and with a half-smile, removed his mask, whispering, "Sister-in-law, this will be difficult to treat."
Then, he lightly tapped the ice sculpture's head with his index finger, put the mask back on, and turned to look at Meng Huan: "Hiss, it's really a bit cold."
Meng Huan's consciousness was already blurred, and he could not remember who the person in front of him was, but felt that they seemed to have met before.
His body suddenly felt light, and he and Qu Ze were carried into the sky by the man.
The air above the icy lakes and marshes was still freezing cold, barely audible.
When you're flying, the cold wind blows, and the speed at which the cold air invades your body is much faster.
The colic in his internal organs brought him back to his senses, and he realized that he was being hoisted and transported to the center of the mainland.
A whip made of vines and animal hide was wrapped around his waist, and he was suspended behind the sword like an ice block. Because the ice was so thick, his face could not be seen through it.
No matter what, I won't die. As long as I don't die, I can still take revenge.
Despite the tumultuous journey, most of the ice on his body melted away, but the chill within him remained stagnant.
He lay down beside the stone bed with his eyes down, and someone touched his waist; that place was his storage bag.
Within seconds, the storage bag was thrown at his chest; the person who took the bag clearly hadn't found what he wanted.
"Chen An won't refuse to give you the pills to help you recover." The man who saved him kicked his thigh. "You're her brother, you'll definitely have them. How about this, I saved you, and I don't ask for anything in return, just give me one of those pills."
Meng Huan shifted his body and saw the man's attire clearly; it was a mix of dashing charm and a touch of dejection.
Judging from this, it's definitely Cui Ziliu.
He opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "We used it all up a long time ago."
Meng Huan bent down and stared at Meng Huan, frowning and thinking for a long time before turning his head to look at Qu Ze.
Qu Ze sat cross-legged. Like Meng Huan, she had suffered a fundamental injury. If Cui Ziliu hadn't transferred most of his cultivation to her, she would have been in no better shape than Meng Huan.
"That makes sense. Let's take him to Chen An to exchange a few."
Cui Ziliu raised an eyebrow, hoisted Meng Huan onto his shoulder, and walked outside.