Chapter 306 - The Passing of Time… (1/2)

They fell lightning fast, and the wind blowing toward them nearly caused Qiao Mu to be unable to open her eyes.

Nevertheless, she forcefully opened her eyes and saw pillars after pillars of ice sharply protruding from the ground thousands of meters around them.

If they accidentally fell, they would probably become a new accessory skewered on these ice spikes.

The spot that Murong Xun chose to land was very precise, a small, oval platform.

This was the only landing spot in a world encircled by sharp spikes.

Once they landed, Qiao Mu could finally open her eyes and examine her surroundings, a gasp of surprise involuntarily escaping from her mouth.

In truth, the master and disciple duo did not reach the very base of the snowy peak since the base was also covered by ice spikes, and they would meet nothing but death.

Yet this small platform that laid horizontally amidst the sharp spikes actually extended from the side of the snowy peak. If they walked closer, they would be able to see that nature seemed to have carved a cavity the height of two people on the wall of the snowy mountain.

“This is the consecration place for our holy water. It’s extremely cold once you enter, so you must pay attention to the transferring of your mystic energy and protect yourself. Don’t let the coldness invade since it’s harmful to our mystic meridians,” Murong Xun instructed before grasping Qiao Mu’s hand and leading her inside the naturally formed cave.

Her master was right. As soon as Qiao Mu took a step inside, she felt a chilly iciness a.s.saulting her.

Qiao Mu reflexively opened her eggsh.e.l.l and encased it around her.

Murong Xun chuckled from amus.e.m.e.nt after taking a look at it.

“This eggsh.e.l.l of yours is ingenious, disciple! It protects you from extreme temperatures and shelters you from the weather. Tsk, it’s a pretty fearsome defensive mystic weapon! It can even resist one powerful attack from a level 12 mystic cultivator.” Murong Xun was seriously suspecting that she had accepted a filthy rich child as a disciple.

The child’s face darkened as she grumpily followed Murong Xun.

No one will think you’re mute if you don’t talk right now, Master!

“There are three total underground levels in the mystical treasured land,” Murong Xun cheerfully introduced. “The lowest level is consecrated to the holy water and it’s the coldest. You mustn’t enter it before you become a level-ten mystic cultivator or else the coldness will damage your mystic meridians.”