Chapter 1569: Cold Spirit and Snow Fox

ally a fragment of a magical artifact, its strength unquestionable, but it still couldn't fully meet the requirements of the technique.The Spirit Sword Chapter requires the sword's material to be pure...The snow scene disappeared.

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Although the sky was still overcast, there was no snow falling. It had stopped snowing.

Qin Sang was in the midst of a raging storm, tossed about by the wind and waves.

Whether it's the surrounding scenery or the sound of waves crashing, it's no different from a real ocean. Regardless of whether Elder Yanshan himself is proficient in illusionary arts, this Guardian Mountain Formation is indeed top-notch.

At least, based solely on Qin Sang's incarnation spiritual awareness, it would be difficult to find any flaws within a short period of time.

Only those who can break through this illusion stand a chance of catching the snow fox.

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Qin Sang could understand why Elder Yanshan had lost interest.

As thoughts flashed in his mind, Qin Sang hastily formed a seal with his hand and pressed it to his brow. He closed and opened his eyes, a faint blue light shimmering within his pupils as he surveyed the surroundings with piercing gaze.

The cyan light in his pupils was, of course, a disguise.

The truly capable one is the Sky-Eyed Butterfly.

Seeing Qin Sang's movements, Elder Yan Shan only thought that Qin Sang had already made preparations. In the dark, he changed his formation, and the giant wave rushing towards Qin Sang suddenly surged several times more violently.

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Boom...

The wave crashed down.

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Qin Sang's figure flickered in and out among the waves.

Around him, a three-meter radius was filled with sword energy that materialized as snowflakes. Instead of being scattered by the giant waves, they danced faster and more densely.

The wave touched the snowflake, freezing instantly, then was struck by a blade of qi and shattered into countless ice shards.

Ice chips fall into the water.

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Numerous ice cubes floated on the water surface, rising and falling, being swept over by new waves. Each change looked so real and seamless.

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Qin Sang couldn't help but admire it.

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One wave follows another.

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The waves rolled on endlessly.

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Old Man Yanshan seems to have run out of tricks, only resorting to this kind of attack.

In just a few breaths, Qin Sang consecutively slashed out hundreds of swords. Not a single drop of water vapor could penetrate the sword qi barrier, so naturally, Qin Sang was unharmed.

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Wow!

Another wave crashed down.

Qin Sang habitually used the Treading Snow Divine Saber to defend, but suddenly noticed that in the depths of the waves, clusters of white water balls appeared out of thin air, drifting with the current.

Seeing these seemingly light water balloons, Qin Sang felt a hidden sense of danger emanating from them.

Qin Sang's eyes narrowed, his swordsmanship changed abruptly, and he slashed around himself with lightning speed.

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Just as Qin Sang drew his sword, these water spheres suddenly shot out of the water. Without any pause, they all flew towards Qin Sang like lightning.

This is not a water ball at all, but rather water-walking thunderbolts!

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In a flash, Qin Sang was engulfed by divine thunder.

All the thunderbolts exploded together, deafening.

Qin Sang disappeared, replaced by a cloud of white mist. Lightning flashed within the mist, and an aura of destruction emanated from the center of the explosion.

Though the attack was powerful, it wasn't enough to injure Qin Sang.

At this moment, the Snow-Treading Divine Sword hung above Qin Sang's head, its blade trembling rapidly, forming a protective aura of sword energy against the divine thunder. He knew very well that this was clearly a tactic used by Elder Yanshan to distract him.

As expected.

In the instant the divine thunder exploded, a faint blue shadow silently appeared behind Qin Sang and raised a palm to strike at the center of his back.

This shadow's movements were very discreet, blending into the divine thunder, making it hard to distinguish. Unfortunately, its actions couldn't escape the gaze of the Sky-Gazing Butterfly...

Qin Sang suddenly turned around, his snow-treading divine sword roared, its blade radiance surged, fast as a meteor, in an instant it descended above the shadow's head.

After being discovered by Qin Sang, Ying immediately abandoned his attack, his palm not even having time to lift before the Stepping Snow Divine Blade sliced him in half.

The next moment.

The phantom realm vanished, and the giant waves, divine thunder, and shadows disappeared simultaneously.

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"I didn't even get a chance to make a move before my friend easily saw through it. I now believe in my friend's abilities."

> Go all out.

Qin Sang sheathed his treasured sword, the green glow in his eyes gradually fading. He said, "Your friend's technique of Shadow Escape is indeed extraordinary. It was because I was prepared beforehand that I could detect it and avoid your strike. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to dodge."

Yanshan old man chuckled, "Daoist friend, you don't have to be humble. Old man knows what's going on. Since we had a prior agreement, I'll accompany you for a journey."

Qin Sang was overjoyed upon hearing this, "When does Daoist friend plan to depart"

With a slight shake of his head, Elder Yanshan said calmly, "The place where the snow fox is active is still some distance from here, and the snowfall is too heavy to determine its range of activity. Besides, I also need to make some preparations. To be frank with you, I have been thinking about the snow fox all along. A creature as strange as this must have a reason for existing in the world. After capturing the snow fox, I deserve a share of the treasures that will be gained."

Old Man Yanshan openly put forward his demands.

This, on the contrary, would reassure Qin Sang's heart.

In this way, the two became partners. Qin Sang wouldn't have to rack his brains thinking about what treasure to offer in exchange, Elder Yan Shan would certainly do his utmost.

He only wanted more cold crystals; the other treasures could be given to Elder Yan Shan.

Qin Sang looked at the thick dark clouds in the sky, "When will the snow disaster stop"

Old Man Yanshan let out a chuckle, "This place's snowstorms can last for three or five decades. Fellow Daoist, you surely can't wait that long. I estimate that six months from now will be the weakest point of the snowstorm, so it's best to set off then..."

As they spoke, the two of them swept down the mountainside.

Qin Sang noticed that the entire Yanshan Mountain had only Elder Yanshan by himself.

This person doesn't take disciples, nor does he have subordinates who obey his orders. He doesn't even have a spirit beast, no wonder there wasn't even someone to serve him tea before.

Elder Yan Shan personally led Qin Sang to a cave, "My humble abode is simple. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause you during your stay."

"No problem, it's my pleasure."

Qin Sang expressed his thanks, transformed his true essence into a blade, and opened up a cave dwelling with a simple stone table and stone benches.

The two men, unrestrained by conventions, sat and discussed matters freely.

Qin Sang discovered that the old man from Yanshan had a deep understanding of the Water Dao, and his knowledge of the Ice Dao was also profound, which benefited him greatly.

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Qin Sang's skills and knowledge all originated from the Xuan Tian Palace.

Zhongzhou did not have the same lineage as Xuan Tian Gong, although Qin Sang had concealed the most profound parts, he could still hear Elder Yanshan's delight every time and clap his hands in admiration.

After some conversation, the initial awkwardness had disappeared. When Elder Yanshan rose to depart, he was already calling him "brother."

After bidding farewell to Elder Yan Shan, Qin Sang closed his cave dwelling and sat down cross-legged, a contemplative expression on his face.

Beyond the mountains.

My true form resides within a more impoverished cave abode, having long since entered meditation. ...

The cave dwelling of Elder Yanshan is located on the eastern side of Mount Yan.

Walk back to the cave dwelling along the stone steps, sealing the restrictions.

The cave dwelling was still fairly orderly, but it looked quite old. There were no tables or chairs, only a silk cushion and an incense burner, perfectly embodying the image of a devout ascetic.

Elder Yan Shan sat on the meditation cushion, lost in thought.

He held one knee with one hand, the other hanging naturally with fingers lightly tapping the ground. After a moment, a wisp of true energy shot out, brushing against the incense stick and igniting it.

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Staring at the bird's smoke, Yan Shan Lao was lost in thought for a long time. He raised his hand and wiped it across his waist, as if he had made some decision. A circular mirror appeared in his palm. The mirror wasn't bigger than his palm, fitting perfectly in his grasp.

The edge of the mirror is transparent, with a texture similar to crystal. It only has a few simple lines. The center of the mirror ripples like water waves.

The face of the old man from Yanshan reflected in the mirror, twisting and distorting.

He ran his hand across the mirror surface, and the face inside finally returned to normal.

Gazing at the face in the mirror, Elder Yan Shan seemed to be conversing with himself, murmuring, "The timing is a bit too early. But he would make a good helper..."

Half a year, it passed in the blink of an eye.

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Then he went out of the pass to observe the changes in the snow.

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And some mountain peaks were covered by snow.

It's hard to imagine how thick the snowdrifts will be after the blizzard. After the snow disaster, there is likely to be a flood right afterward. This place is actually one of the sources of Flying Cloud River.

In the depths of the Western Desert, two extremes exist.

Qin Sang also learned from the exchange with Elder Yanshan that, going straight west from here, one could directly pass through land and enter the storm belt on the western side.

In the middle state, there are only the North Sea, East Sea, and South Sea; there is no West Sea.

The edge of the storm belt stretches from Ximo to Beihou, connecting the South Sea and the North Sea.

This extreme environment along this line is most likely formed due to the influence of a storm.

And the storm belt was not the end of the land, stretching westward endlessly. At least when Elder Lian Shan had ventured out in his younger days, he hadn't reached its end before exhaustion forced him to give up. He wasn't sure where the boundary of this landmass lay. Before the storms, it must have been a very vast continent.

Yanshan the elder claimed that deeper within the earth, the ground was ripped apart by storms and scenes of the apocalypse were everywhere. There was nowhere to hide, it was terrifying.

The agreed-upon time has arrived.

Qin Sang walked out of the cave and observed the weather. The snowfall had indeed lessened, although to ordinary people it still seemed like a heavy snow.

He turned his head and glanced at the cave dwelling of Elder Yan Shan.

After sealing himself in his cave, this person disappeared for half a year, as if he had completely forgotten about Qin Sang, his visitor.

Qin Sang raised his foot just as he was about to walk over when he saw the restriction flicker, and Elder Yan Shan pushed open the door.

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"Brother Dao, can't wait any longer"

Yan Shan elder smiled, observed the celestial phenomena, nodded and said: "The snow is still going strong, it should be able to last for a while. Brother Dao, get ready, let's set off immediately."

"I've been waiting for you to say that, fellow cultivator."

Qin Sang laughed loudly. He had nothing to prepare, so he flashed after the old man Yanshan.

The two of them flew out of Yanshan Mountain.

Before leaving Yanshan, the old man of Yanshan turned his head and glanced at the dojo where he had cultivated for many years, then turned and left.

Soon after they left.

...A figure appeared near Yanshan, it was me....

This deity paused for a moment, then followed at a normal pace, unhurried and relaxed. A wisp of demonic fire circled around his fingertips; even in this situation, he didn't forget to cultivate.

The two raced side by side.

>Not long after, they flew out of the range of these mountains.

Yet Elder Yanshan did not intend to stop. He adjusted his direction slightly, heading west-southwest at full speed.

According to the old man Yan Shan, although Beihuang appears desolate and impoverished, it is better than the depths of Ximo. Many people who prefer tranquility and distance themselves from the world's dust practice meditation here.

To avoid causing any trouble, the two of them restrained their energy and walked along the snow, keeping close to the ground against the wind.

Due to their deliberate slow pace, they took three days to reach their destination.

When Yan Shan old man pointed at it, Qin Sang saw an unusually vast snowfield.

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The entire snow field was incredibly flat.

There shouldn't be any peaks in the snowy expanse; the low mountains have long been buried beneath the snow.

In such a place, with no landmarks, one could only stimulate their divine sense and pierce through the snow layer, searching bit by bit. It was inevitable to startle nearby cultivators or demonic beasts.

Seeing Qin Sang slightly frown, Elder Yanshan told him another bad piece of news, "This entire snowy plain is the activity area of that snow fox."

"Since that's the case, what difference does the size of the snowfall make Senior Brother Dao should be able to narrow down the range, right" Qin Sang asked calmly.

"You can't hide it from your brother Dao's sharp eyes."

Yanshan the elder looked around, then picked a direction. His figure flashed and he flew out dozens of miles, hovering above the snow. With one hand, he formed a claw and reached downwards as if to grab something.

Whoosh!

A claw broke through the snow.

Then, Qin Sang who followed closely heard the sharp cries of "ji ji". Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw a claw dragging out a monster that looked like a rat.

This 'mouse' had a transparent body, clearly not made of flesh and blood.

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The land was flat, with deep trenches crisscrossing almost half of it. The trenches were bottomless and perpetually lashed by icy winds. Though covered in snow, the chill couldn't be contained; it seeped through the layers, leaving a perpetual emptiness beneath. Over centuries, these winds gave birth to a unique kind of spirit made entirely of frigid energy...

Qin Sang reached out and took it. His heart skipped a beat, he had seen something similar before, during the competition for the Dihun Liquid in Qisha Hall, the final trial.

He encountered a Tu Ling. He heard there were also Shui Ling and Huo Ling inside.

This kind of cold spirit is also a creature generated by heaven and earth. Its spiritual intelligence is low, and it is driven by instinct.

But unlike the Earth Spirit Ape in the Seven Killers Hall, the Cold Spirit was mild-tempered and not ferocious or bloodthirsty. Instinctually, it only felt fear towards him, trembling in his hands.

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Qin Sang guessed that the earth spirit of Qisha Hall was so cruel, it was probably influenced by the environment of Qisha Hall.

>The key to finding the snow fox lies within the spirit of frost.

Elder Yan Shan explained, "Snow foxes have the aura that cold spirits covet. Especially those leading the cold spirits, they are very perceptive and will gather in places where snow foxes frequently travel, searching for them. Finding the leader of the cold spirits can help pinpoint the location of a snow fox. However, during heavy snowfall, which is also favored by cold spirits, most cold spirit leaders surface amidst the snow to frolic. It becomes impossible to use this method to determine their whereabouts then. With the current light snowfall, the leaders of the cold spirits have little interest and should be gathering near the snow foxes again..."

Qin Sang suddenly realized, "Daoist brother, you've put in a lot of effort."

He squeezed the cold spirit in his hand, "This one shouldn't be the leader of the cold spirits, right"

Elder Yanshan hummed, "The forms of the Cold Spirits are as varied as can be. You can judge them by their foreheads. The leader of the Cold Spirits all have a blue line on their forehead. The longer the line, the higher their status."

Qin Sang nodded and let go of Han Ling.

Secretly awakening the Sky-Gazing Butterfly, pushing divine power to its limits, looking into the depths of the snowfield.

It was when night had fallen.

In the vast snowy expanse, a biting wind howled, and snowflakes danced wildly.

Amidst the falling snow.

Shadows, phantasmal and varied, danced in the snow. Some leapt high into the air, others bounded across the surface, while still others burrowed within the drifts—each a distinct manifestation of the frost spirits.

They danced with the snow, carefree and joyful, like spirits of the snowy night.

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