Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 409 - 185: The Second Thread of Sword Intent, "Little Cold"_3

Chapter 409: Chapter 185: The Second Thread of Sword Intent, "Little Cold"_3

Guan Xin looked at Fan Wubing, expressionless, and asked, "Is there something you need?"

Fan Wubing showed the literary aura on his finger, "What does this mean?"

Guan Xin said, "You are more suited to have it than I am."

"Why do you think that?"

Guan Xin replied, "The Snow Mountain faced disaster, people suffered. I was supposed to save them, but I couldn’t. Yet, you did, so you are more suited to have it than I am."

Fan Wubing said, "I thought that facing such disasters, being reckless is foolish. I’ll tell you, if I find that I can’t alter the reversal of the Snow Mountain even with all my might, I’d give up without hesitation. One should exert only as much effort as one has. Since you gave all your strength, you certainly deserve to have it."

Having said this, he pointed his finger, sending this strand of literary aura into Guan Xin’s Purple Mansion between her brows.

"If I want to cultivate the Literary Dao, I would definitely study on my own, without needing you to give it to me. Let’s stick to the facts."

Guan Xin’s eyes brightened, after a brief silence, she nodded, "Alright."

Fan Wubing continued, "I admire your courage, maybe I just want to deceive you for your cultivation?"

"If you deceive me, then so be it; I will cultivate it back."

With that, Guan Xin walked past Fan Wubing and went down the mountain.

Fan Wubing frowned, thinking, truly met a real bookworm.

Then he used a Dragon Walk technique and returned to the side of He Youyi and Luo Qingyao.

"I gave her back the strand of literary aura."

He Youyi quickly asked, "Did she say anything?"

"She said that I was more suited to have that strand of literary aura than she was."

He Youyi was stunned, incredulous, "Did she really say that?"

"Really. Is something wrong with that?" Fan Wubing was curious.

He Youyi shook his head and didn’t say much.

Beside them, Luo Qingyao breathed a sigh of relief, quietly removing Guan Xin from the list of potential threats, thinking she was probably just straightforward, which is why she gave the literary aura to her senior brother.

Fan Wubing looked at the Snow Mountain and said, "Mr. He, how should we handle this Snow Mountain? Soon, the sunlight phase will end, and it will return to eternal night. In the state of eternal night, it seems easier for true demons to be nurtured in the Snow Mountain, and it is difficult for the outside world to observe the situation."

He Youyi said worriedly, "We’ve thought about rebuilding the mountain roots of the Snow Mountain to escape the attraction of the heavens, tried many methods, but they all failed without exception."

"Why? Is there a problem somewhere?"

He Youyi said, "The mountain roots of the Snow Mountain were severed by an evil sword. Even after twenty thousand years, the sword intent left by that sword still wreaks havoc in between. No matter what means we used, they’re all obliterated by that sword intent. Without eradicating the sword intent, it’s hard to establish the mountain roots."

Fan Wubing looked at the peach blossoms in the Purple Mansion.

The peach blossoms had long been curled up into a ball, huddled in the corner.

Fan Wubing didn’t blame it, after all, who would know things from more than twenty thousand years ago.

He thought about it and said, "Mr. He, why not let me give it a try."

"You?" He Youyi did not doubt Fan Wubing’s capability, but both Wenxin Heaven and White Jade Capital had previously sent people to handle it, including Great Saints and Terminal Daoists, yet none could deal with that ferocious sword intent.

Fan Wubing sniffed, "To be honest with Mr. He, I have a bit of understanding about swords."

Luo Qingyao nodded repeatedly, saying, "That’s right, senior brother is even more of a sword than my own sword!"

Fan Wubing patted her head, "What kind of description is that!"

He Youyi laughed, "Then give it a try."

Then, He Youyi led Fan Wubing and Luo Qingyao, flying towards the depths of the Snow Mountain, diving into the internal structure of the mountain through a long, straight crevice.

As soon as they entered, they felt the various qi energies, extremely mixed.

Literary Qi, Celestial Qi, Dao Intent...

It seemed that many people had demonstrated their prowess here.

Suddenly, a surge of sword intent rose from below, coagulating all surrounding qi energies, forming a Sword Qi, aiming to obliterate the three of them in an instant.

"Be careful!" He Youyi turned ink into text, with the text carrying a murderous intent, as if a giant brush was drawing across the air.

Horizontal, vertical, stroke, dot.

But that Sword Qi, as molten iron on ice, quickly melted through He Youyi’s text.

He Youyi firmly said, "After all these years, still as fierce as ever! Fellow Daoist Fan, we better not rush in and seek another way!"

But Fan Wubing’s eyes gleamed with keen excitement.

This momentum was all too familiar to him! Wasn’t it just like when he first encountered the awe-inspiring momentum of the peach blossoms during the new recruit trial in the Eternal Immortal Sect?

He surged forth, his heart filled with fervor, "Peach Blossoms, let’s go!"

He Youyi, shocked, exclaimed, "Fan Xiaoyou, don’t clash head-on with that sword intent!"

That was a sword intent that had severed the Ascension Platform, casually shearing off the roots of the Snow Mountain and could remain fiercely potent even after two thousand years!

And then he saw Fan Wubing plunge deep into the crevice.

He Youyi gasped, his fingers trembling.

Beside him, Luo Qingyao said with a smile, "Mr. He, stay calm."

He Youyi said with difficulty, "Aren’t you worried at all! That sword intent could shear off the Ascension Platform!"

Of course, Luo Qingyao dared to remain calm and easygoing because she sensed her senior brother’s unwavering vitality.

She smiled sweetly, "I don’t understand the Ascension Platform, but I understand my senior brother."

He Youyi felt a bit perplexed, finding it hard to comprehend these young people nowadays, thinking, am I already old? But I’m only over two thousand years old...

At the end of the crevice.

Fan Wubing felt a bone-chilling cold, far more terrifying than the so-called cold of the great Dao on the Snow Mountain.

But he proceeded fearlessly towards the focal point of that icy chill.

An ice-blue ghostly light swayed ahead, like a hesitant fish in the deep sea.

At a certain moment, that ghostly light ignited a murderous intent, transforming into a sword, aiming to obliterate Fan Wubing into smoke and ash.

Blood gleamed across Fan Wubing’s brow, the peach blossoms suddenly darted forth, a simple sword with a pulsing bloodline through its center, resembling a human artery.

The peach blossoms behaved like a docile puppy in front of Fan Wubing, but in front of this sword intent, it exhibited unparalleled might, fiercely smacking it down to the ground.

Then it twisted its sword body into a palm shape, slapping this sword intent a dozen times.

Fan Wubing stood watching, merrily thinking, if the peach blossoms could speak, they would say:

"You foolish child, wake up! I am your real father!"

Oh no, the peach blossoms are female, so it should be, "I am your real mother!"

Having received a dozen hefty slaps, the icy sword intent was stunned, fleeing wildly.

But no matter how it escaped, the peach blossoms would catch it with ease, like grabbing a small shrimp.

This is how a mother catches her son, right?

Finally, the sword intent pleaded for mercy, shrinking on the ground, motionless, continuously expressing its submission.

Enduring a dozen hefty slaps caused massive psychological harm to this child over two thousand years old.

The peach blossoms turned to Fan Wubing, indicating whether he wanted to join in on the thrashing.

Fan Wubing waved his hand, "Get the job done once you’ve had your fun, don’t keep people waiting."

The peach blossoms nodded, its sword tip shaking, the bloodline in the center of the sword violently pulsed, absorbing the sword intent coiled on the ground into it.

Soon after, Fan Wubing received a notification——

[Flying sword "Peach Blossoms" successfully advanced, a new sword intent, "Minor Cold" has been added.]

[Current Sword Intents]

["Insect Awakening", "Minor Cold"]

This name...

Fan Wubing asked, "Peach Blossoms, could your sword intents be the Twenty-Four Solar Terms?"

The peach blossoms circled around him, then wrapped around his finger, happily indicating it forgot everything!

Fan Wubing rolled his eyes, "You seem quite proud of yourself, huh."

He focused, maneuvering the peach blossoms, swiftly slashing out a Sword Qi with the Minor Cold sword intent.

Wherever the Sword Qi raged, all things froze to death, whether it was qi energies or the Dao itself, everything was frozen.

"It’s so powerful! It can freeze the Dao itself!"

Fan Wubing finally understood, in the Snow Mountain, the so-called cold of the great Dao actually stemmed from this Minor Cold Sword Qi.