Chapter 1255: Chapter 1259: Offended Someone

Zhu Minglang halted his steps, involuntarily looking up at the sky.

“I dare not ask for too much, only hoping you could save my husband, I… I beg of you, if the heavens have spirits, please save my husband…”

The woman’s voice came again, echoing above Zhu Minglang’s head.

Zhu Minglang could hear her voice clearly, but when he looked around, he couldn’t see anyone.

Zhu Minglang showed a trace of confusion.

Why is this voice reaching my ears?

She should be very, very far away from me!

Is she praying to the gods?

And I just happen to be the god who hears her prayers??

Why does this person’s voice sound so familiar??

“Little Xian Tail, head east. Something’s happened,” Zhu Minglang said to the Nine-tailed Dragon.

Little Jiuwei immediately ceased its frolicking, swiftly transforming into the Nine-tailed God, its ink-colored fur dancing wildly against the silvery white snow, like beautiful silk undulating in waves…

Mounting the back of the Nine-tailed God, it stepped through the air, ascending the azure sky. Its delicate and slender fox legs left behind a trail of fox fire footprints in the air, blooming like ghostly orchids…

The snow mountains and ice rivers swiftly receded beneath them, following the voice he had heard, Zhu Minglang arrived at a snow town still fluttering with cold snowflakes.

Outside the snow town, on the path, Zhu Minglang saw many bloodstains in a shattered ice river.

Upon getting closer, Zhu Minglang found the woman who prayed to the heavens; she was covered in blood, her frail body carrying a burly man. However, that man was clearly close to death, his body riddled with shocking wounds.

Stepping on the ice-cold river that could freeze a person stiff, the woman moved upstream step by step. Despite having reached her body’s limits, she continued forward, not daring to stop, still praying!

Zhu Minglang saw the woman and recognized her.

It was none other than Cao Juan, the kind woman who had given him a lift before.

The man on her back was her husband, Lu Kuan.

And a few kilometers behind them, in the fragments of the ice river, blood flowed like a stream, and the dismembered bodies of four or five dragons lay scattered on both banks of the ice river, too ghastly to behold. Among them was one that belonged to Cao Juan’s petal dragon…

All of their dragons, dead.

They didn’t even have a chance to bury them.

In the quest for survival, they were forced to move forward in the ice river, something was driving them, watching them, mocking them…

Zhu Minglang approached Cao Juan, extending his hand to help her up from the ice river.

The icy water soaked her legs, her legs already frostbitten and rotting, but she dared not leave the ice river. Her eyes were full of terror, tears already freezing on her cheeks, the skin on her face cracked, her lips turned purple.

“I can’t, I can’t, I cannot leave, they will… they will kill us…” Cao Juan was terrified, she pushed away Zhu Minglang, continuing to carry her husband and move forward in the frozen river water, mumbling incessantly, “As long as we reach the source of the ice river, they will let us go. Once we reach the source, we will be spared. It’s not far, not far, this river…”

“Xian Wei, pull her up, be careful.” Zhu Minglang, his heart aching, ignored Cao Juan’s struggles and ordered the Nine-tailed Dragon to pull her and her husband up.

“No, no, once we leave the river, we will die!!” Cao Juan screamed.

She didn’t know what she had been through, she was extremely frightened.

She did not recognize Zhu Minglang, and what’s more, she had fallen into a persistent state of illness, refusing anyone’s help.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, there’s nothing behind you; I will protect you. You need to warm up first, otherwise your husband will die, and you will freeze to death too,” Zhu Minglang said.

The Nine-tailed Dragon used its tails to wrap around the couple and used its plush fur to warm them up.

After their bodies warmed up a bit, Cao Juan slowly regained some consciousness. She was trembling as she looked at Zhu Minglang…

She finally recognized Zhu Minglang, but her first reaction was panic.

“You need to leave, you need to leave… We have offended someone, we have offended someone, you will be implicated, you must go!” Cao Juan said.

Zhu Minglang was about to comfort her when footstep sounds came from behind; these footsteps were especially light, as light as a little sparrow walking on the snow.

The Nine-tailed Dragon obviously noticed and immediately bared its sharp teeth, its eyes fixed on the spot behind Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang turned around. The expansive snowy field should have provided a broad view, but he did not notice the person approaching until they were near him.

“Does this young immortal friend recognize them?” The man’s voice was as chilling as the cold snow, revealing a strange, cold smile.

“Did you put them in this state?” Zhu Minglang demanded.

“No, I did not. I have no interest in mortals. I’m just following orders to watch over them until they reach the river’s source or until they breathe their last… However, if the young immortal friend wishes to save them, I can turn a blind eye on your behalf,” the man said, maintaining that eerie smile.

“Then please leave,” Zhu Minglang said coldly.

“Fine, farewell until our paths cross again.” After the man spoke, he truly left.

Zhu Minglang had no time to entangle with this man now, as the priority was to revive this couple who were on the brink of death.

Considering that the person they had offended was likely in Snow Town, Zhu Minglang did not enter the city but found a rather remote village instead.

A fire was made, medicine was found, and the couple had completely lost consciousness, fainting inside the wooden cabin. No matter how warm the cabin was, they still looked as though they were soaking in an icy river.

They resembled frozen corpses, especially the husband Lu Kuan, who was already covered in wounds. The cold had penetrated his internal organs, and even if he were brought back from near death, his vitality would be severely damaged, and he would not live long.

…

Snow Town is situated to the west of Jiaoxiu Sky City, on a branch of the Jiaoxiu River, just one snow ridge away from the grand and lavish sky city.

This place boasts beautiful scenery where one can gaze upon the full panorama of the Crescent Moon Snow Ridge, making it a favored location for many gods and noble members from the Immortal Clan within Jiaoxiu Sky City to cultivate their spirits and wellbeing.

Thus, many cultivators gather in this Snow Town by Crescent Moon Ridge, making their living around these revered immortals.

Inside Rain Pavilion, snowflakes slowly descended from the center of the courtyard, with a luxuriously plush silver dragon fur carpet under a beautifully ornate eave. Two people were sitting opposite each other, sipping on Immortal Dew.

Both were dressed in flowing garments, and the air around them was filled with an immortal aura.

The man had long aqua hair with extended locks beside his face and a countenance so handsome that it was mesmerizingly ethereal.

At that moment, a man descended through the snowflakes like a falcon, landing mid-air in the courtyard without daring to set foot on the silver fur carpet.

He half-bowed, paying his respects to the two.

“Did they breathe their last?” the man with aqua hair asked.

“No, they were saved by a young man,” said the man who resembled a falcon.