"After that, Bai Ye changed his name to Bai Zhong to show his loyalty and followed us on the journey. I was naturally happy because someone could help me take care of the child!" Feng Che spoke with a smug tone, but Yu Chi Feng really couldn't imagine him taking care of a child.
"Uncle Zhong is indeed very good at taking care of people. At that time, he was in his prime, serving Feng Tingliu and spoiling him with his young master's temper. After that, Feng Tingliu never gave me a good look again!"
"Maybe the young master suddenly realized that you simply don't know how to take care of a child." Yu Chi Feng was a bit speechless after hearing this.
"How could that be! Although I can't cook a sumptuous feast, at least I won't burn the pot and won't let him go hungry!" Feng Che was somewhat indignant.
Yu Chi Feng shook his head. Feng Che was indeed an unreliable elder, but it was precisely such an unreliable person who pulled Feng Tingliu out of the quagmire.
No wonder Feng Tingliu was willing to build Liudu City for Feng Che.
"And then?" Yu Chi Feng was too lazy to speak ill of him anymore and poured him another cup of wine.
"Then... Then he saved Ruo Lan and Yu Ji, and we also arrived in the north, preparing to start building the city. But we didn't take action immediately. Firstly, there were still not enough people, and secondly... The Old Evil Cult suddenly made a move at this time.
The Old Evil Cult burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil. The various major sects in the martial arts world decided to cooperate to eliminate the demons and destroy the Old Evil Cult's lair. But coincidentally, at this time, news came from somewhere saying that the Old Evil Cult's lair was in the glacier rift valley in the northeastern part." Feng Che spoke slowly and took a sip of wine to moisten his throat.
"The glacier rift valley..." Yu Chi Feng frowned and fell into deep thought.
This incident was also in the memories he had recovered.
It should have been a good thing for the martial arts sects to unite and subdue the demons, but the news of the Old Evil Cult's lair appeared too coincidentally, so Yu Chi Feng did not dare to act rashly.
He had just taken over the Beilong Hall at that time and also had to deal with his master's funeral, so he did not rush to join.
But he knew that this operation was also known as the "Glacier Subduing Demon Operation" among the people in the martial arts world.
"The Glacier Subduing Demon Operation sounds very exciting. Each sect sent more than twenty people, gathering a team of more than two hundred people, and marched towards the glacier rift valley in a mighty force. I thought that even if this was a trap, I still wanted to see what the Old Evil Cult was up to. But I couldn't show up myself, so I let Feng Tingliu go alone. And the following events, I also heard from Feng Tingliu and others - especially Xie Zicun."
Feng Tingliu, with a sword and a veil hat, easily mixed into the disciples of the martial arts sects.
He wore the veil hat to cover his face and followed at the end of the team, moving forward towards the glacier rift valley.
Among these sect disciples, there were Beggar Sect disciples with bare upper bodies, and Huashan Sect disciples wrapped up tightly. Even Feng Tingliu couldn't help but observe everyone. Feng Tingliu found that most of the sects sent people led by an elder, and the rest were young disciples.
Feng Tingliu was puzzled. He didn't think that for such a dangerous operation, these inexperienced young disciples should be sent. The actions of these sects seemed to be sending heads to the Evil Cult rather than launching an attack.
Feng Tingliu frowned and observed these people more closely.
A young man in a purple robe attracted Feng Tingliu's attention.
The young man was at the end of the team, sighing. Even though the purple robe on him was loose, it wasn't difficult for Feng Tingliu to see that he didn't have the muscles of a martial artist, and even his internal energy wasn't strong. He didn't seem like a martial artist. If one looked more closely, one could see that the calluses on his hands were not formed from wielding a sword but rather from manipulating some tools that required dexterity.
"Alas..." The young man in the purple robe sighed again.
His fellow disciple beside him couldn't stand it anymore and nudged him with his elbow, "Hey, stop sighing. Once we deal with those Evil Cult members, when we return to the sect, you can live a comfortable life."
"Even if I didn't come here, I was already living a comfortable life..." The young man in the purple robe had a bitter expression, like a purple bitter gourd.
"I know you don't pursue fame and fortune, but this is also a good thing for you!"
"A good thing? What good thing? It's clearly a troublesome matter."
"Alas, you can't think like that. Although it's a bit hard and tiring, it's a good thing for the martial arts world!"
"Then it should be the capable people who come to suffer and toil, such as those idle elders of the Heavenly Craft Sect, not me, a salted fish who doesn't know martial arts." The more the young man spoke, the angrier he became, and his expression became even more unpleasant.
"Hey, hey, keep your voice down. Don't let others hear you." The fellow disciple beside him quickly covered his mouth to prevent him from continuing.
"Heavenly Craft Sect..." Feng Tingliu murmured. In his impression, the Heavenly Craft Sect was a sect that focused on mechanical manufacturing. The sect was divided into two schools, one for making mechanical weapons and the other for making production machinery. And the disciple in front of him seemed to belong to the latter.
Feng Tingliu couldn't understand why the Heavenly Craft Sect sent such a disciple to participate in the subjugation of the demons.
"Move forward! It's the Evil Cult's lair! All disciples! Prepare for battle!" The elder of an unknown sect at the front shouted loudly, inspiring the enthusiasm of the disciples.
The disciples drew their weapons one after another, with the belief of eradicating the Evil Cult, and continued to move forward.
And the young man in the purple robe pulled out a long sword from his back but frowned and thought for a long time. Finally, he held the sword in an incorrect posture.
"Alas, Brother Xie, you can't hold the sword like this. It should be like this." His fellow disciple corrected him and also drew his own sword to show him.
"I don't know how to use a sword." The young man's face darkened again, and he corrected his posture.
Feng Tingliu chuckled and also drew his sword.
The deeper they went, the colder the wind blowing from the ice valley became.
Some young disciples with insufficient martial arts skills couldn't bear it. Their internal energy was not enough to resist the severe cold, so they wrapped their clothes tightly.
The scene was somewhat comical, but Feng Tingliu couldn't laugh.
They were completely going to their deaths.
"It's the Evil Cult! The Evil Cult has appeared!"
I don't know who shouted first, and everyone entered a combat-ready mode. The crowd was huge, and the people at the back couldn't see the situation in the front but still charged forward.
It seemed that the cunning Evil Cult wasshuttleing and escaping in the ice valley, and the disciples chased after them, running deeper into the valley.
"Not right!" Feng Tingliu suddenly became alert, but by now, it was too late for him to lead the people to retreat.
The Evil Cult had disappeared, and when everyone was at a loss as to what to do, a rumbling sound suddenly came from behind them.
, the towering glacier broke into two pieces and quickly slid towards them.
"Run!" Someone in the crowd shouted, and everyone panicked and ran forward.
The glacier slid, the canyon trembled, and with a deafening sound, the retreat was blocked.
"Damn it..." Feng Tingliu watched as the people were forced into a dead end and couldn't help but curse.
This was clearly a premeditated ambush, but these two hundred or so people had fallen into the trap.
"What happened?"
"What should we do! The road is blocked!"
"Damn Evil Cult!"
The disciples from various sects became impatient. They were encountering this situation for the first time and didn't know how to handle it.
Just at this moment, the sect elder who led the team earlier stood up again and shouted loudly, "Don't be afraid! Since we have come here, we can't turn back! If we move forward toEncirclement and suppression the Evil Cult, we can find an exit!"
For the young disciples, the elder's words were enough to inspire them. They reignited their hope and followed the elders to continue moving forward.
The ice field was vast, with no end in sight.
The disciples were exhausted and had to set up camp temporarily to rest. They gathered in groups of two or three, encouraging each other, hoping to successfullyEncirclement and suppression and exit the ice valley.
Feng Tingliu watched from the side, sneered in his heart, and ate two mouthfuls of the dry food he carried with him to satisfy his hunger.
The young man in the purple robe seemed to notice Feng Tingliu's presence, glanced at him a few times, was somewhat puzzled, but he didn't want to meddle in other people's business in this situation, so he withdrew his gaze.
The team that had rested for one night continued to move forward, taking breaks every few hours. Repeatedly, seven days had passed.
The disciples were exhausted, both physically and mentally. Some younger disciples couldn't bear it and fainted, having to be carried forward by others.
There were gradually voices of dissatisfaction in the team, and everyone gradually realized that things were far from being as simple as they thought.
The leading elder had to stop the team for another rest, and this rest lasted for three full days.
Ten days had passed, and the food had been almost consumed, and even the fire starters were running out.
If this continued, these two hundred or so people might all die here!
Not to mention the Evil Cult's lair, not even a shadow of the Evil Cult had been seen!
"Something is not right..." The young man in the purple robe tightened his robe, changing from a slender eggplant to a round one. He frowned, looking at the weak disciples from various sects around him, "We might not be able to go back."
"You! Don't talk nonsense!" His fellow disciple trembled in fright and quickly patted his back, "Don't worry. Although we don't have much ability, those elders are experienced and will not let us die here."
The young man in the purple robe looked at the elders of various sects sitting at the front and resting, with a sullen face and a cold snort, "I hope so."
Feng Tingliu followed his gaze and had the same thought in his heart.
At night, Feng Tingliu quietly moved forward under the cover of darkness, getting closer to those elders. He observed that those elders were different from the ordinary disciples. There was no sign of anxiety on their faces. It seemed that they were well-prepared and not afraid at all.
"Oh?" Feng Tingliu raised his eyebrows and tried to get closer to investigate more clues.
But at this moment, an elder noticed Feng Tingliu's movement and suddenly shouted at him, "Which sect's disciple are you! It's dangerous ahead. Go back to the back!"
Feng Tingliu lowered the brim of his hat and pretended to be an innocent disciple, saying, "I'm sorry. I saw that you were having a hard time keeping watch at night, so I brought some pastries for you." While saying this, Feng Tingliu took out a small package of pastries.
The elder narrowed his eyes, took the pastries, and suddenly laughed out loud, "Oh, you're a thoughtful lad. Alright, go back quickly!"
Feng Tingliu curved his mouth and walked back, inadvertently putting a clay pot into his sleeve without anyone noticing.
Dangerous?
It was clearly more dangerous at the back.
The night filled with ulterior motives quickly passed, and the elders over there seemed to have finally discussed a way to get out of the dangerous situation.
Although some disciples could no longer withstand the severe cold and hunger, they still looked forward to the elders in front with anticipation, waiting for the final way out.
"Everyone! We know that your condition is no longer suitable for continuing to move forward. So, we, the older ones, will take the lead. We will leave the food and the fire starters for you young people! We will go find a way out and call for help! You just need to rest here and don't worry!"
Absurd.
This absurd proposal fell into the ears of everyone but became the last straw of hope. It seemed that these elders leaving the team and moving forward was a heroic act of self-sacrifice rather than abandoning these sick and tired disciples here!
A few still-awake disciples noticed something was wrong, but no one dared to speak out against it. They could only watch the elders' backs as they left in despair, tightening their robes and shivering.
"Ha, I said..." The young man in the purple robe sneered, casually leaning against the glacier, looking at the towering ice valley and the distant sun, "We can't go back."
"This... Don't talk nonsense! The elders will definitely come back to save us!" His fellow disciple was unwilling and quickly retorted.
"Come back? Why would they come back? Why would they risk their lives to come back?" The young man in the purple robe glanced at him and asked in rapid succession.
"This..."
"Save your energy. The days we can survive are numbered."