The temporarily dug cave was very simple and empty with no decorations. However, its owner had no time to care about this. The room was filled with mist as if it were a steamer in the dog days of summer, and the hot temperature made the ice walls on all sides rattle downwards.
Gurgling water.
Liu Qinghuan just sat cross-legged on the ground, as if sitting in water, with flames still faintly flowing under his skin.
Spiritual fires are different from ordinary flames, especially high-level spiritual fires like the Great Sun Flame. They have a certain spirituality and are difficult to extinguish by ordinary means. They will not give up until they achieve their goals.
Even though he was used to the pain from the physical body, the burning pain always made people more upset and unbearable. Liu Qinghuan gritted his teeth and endured it for a long time, but at this time he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
Yun Zheng sat opposite him and carefully took out a round bowl, only to see a slowly rising flame floating in the bowl.
The temperature began to drop sharply again, and with a crackling sound, streaks of ice stretched out from the bowl. The newly melted ice wall solidified again, and a sense of extreme cold filled the small cave.
"This is the vast cold ice flame, which is exactly the same as the extreme yang and the extreme yin of the great sun. They are in conflict with each other. Later you may have to experience the ultimate feeling of the two heavens of ice and fire. Can you hold on?"
Liu Qinghuan nodded and closed his eyes: "Whether you can hold it or not, just do it. If you delay it any longer, I won't be able to help but scold you."
Yun Zheng couldn't help but laugh, stopped talking nonsense, twisted his hand, and carefully led a line of fire from the bowl.
The room became quiet again, sometimes like falling into boundless purgatory, sometimes like being in a ten thousand-year cold cellar, with the ice walls on all sides repeating the process of melting and solidifying, which lasted for a long time.
Fu Bao, who was guarding outside, sneaked in quietly several times to check, but was forced to retreat again by the shocking fire. It was not until a few days later that Yun Zheng walked out with a tired look on his face.
Fu Bao hurriedly greeted him: "Senior Yun, how is my master doing?"
"It's okay." Yun Zheng rubbed his eyebrows and said, "He is adjusting his breathing. It will take some time for the injury to fully recover, so we won't disturb him for the time being."
"That's good." Fu Bao breathed a sigh of relief, then thought of something and took out a communication charm: "This came yesterday."
Yunzheng took it, looked at it, and patted his head: "I forgot about my promise to that woman!" He asked Fu Bao: "What time is it now?"
"It's just dark."
"That's still in time." He took the communication talisman and walked out, then turned around and said: "When Qing Huan comes out, tell him that I am going to attend the banquet in Xue Po Palace, and then I will give him the Wannian Wangchen Jade Essence
Bring it back... Well, there's no need, maybe I'm back and he hasn't left isolation yet."
Yun Zheng straightened his clothes and left in a hurry, leaving Fu Bao to continue guarding the cave in boredom.
However, less than half a month later, after Liu Qinghuan had taken care of his injuries and opened the door, Yun Zheng had not come back yet. When he asked Fu Bao, Fu Bao told the truth what he had said before.
"A banquet takes so long?" Liu Qinghuan wondered: "Is there something that delayed it?"
He thought for a while and sent a message talisman to Yunzheng, but after waiting for a long time, there was no reply.
This situation was a bit unusual, and Liu Qinghuan was a little worried. After all, the two of them had just experienced a fierce battle not long ago.
"I'm going to Xue Po Palace to have a look."
The Snow Palace is located behind the Ice City. It is built like an ice crystal snow palace. All kinds of cold-resistant spiritual flowers and plants are still blooming proudly in the snow. The refreshing fragrance of plum blossoms comes in bursts, making people feel relaxed and happy.
Liu Qinghuan easily received an extremely warm and respectful reception due to his status as an empty-level monk. However, when asked about Yun Zheng's whereabouts, the other party looked confused.
"The banquet ended seven days ago. Senior overhauls have also left one after another. I don't know who has stayed."
Liu Qinghuan frowned: "Is Fairy Qianjin from your palace here? Can you please come out and see her?"
The receptionist's female nun's eyes flickered and she said: "The deputy envoy said he had something to do two days ago and left the palace."
Liu Qinghuan stared at her steadily until the other party lowered her head in panic, and then slowly said: "Really? That's really unfortunate. I have come all the way from afar, and I have admired you for a long time as the master of Xue Po Palace. You are unrivaled and unparalleled in the world."
, I just didn’t have a chance to meet you. I wonder if there will be a chance today?”
"This, this, the palace master is now..."
The female cultivator hesitated, and Liu Qinghuan's face sank: "Huh?"
"I, I, I will report it right away!"
The female nun hurriedly ran inside. Liu Qinghuan looked at the exquisite palaces outside the door, his eyes getting darker and deeper.
Soon, someone stepped into the palace door again, but it was not the young female cultivator from before, but an old woman whose cultivation was also in the late stage of Yinxu Realm.
The old woman has silver hair. Judging from the deep nasolabial wrinkles on both sides of her nose, she may have a very stern temperament on weekdays. She handed over her hands without a smile on her face and said: "We are here to treat you as a distinguished guest, but the juniors in the door did not treat you well.
This is extremely disrespectful, I hope fellow Taoist fellow Taoist monks will not blame her because of her young age."
Liu Qinghuan returned the greeting politely and asked doubtfully: "Are you... the master of Xue Po Palace?"
"Fellow Taoist is joking. The master of my palace is currently in seclusion. I am just a waiter beside the palace master." The old woman said: "Fellow Taoist has a distinguished status. Originally, servants like me should not come out to receive you. I am just the four envoys in the palace.
At this time, most of the people are not in the palace, so I can only be sent to accompany my Taoist friends."
She had already said so, so Liu Qinghuan didn't want to pursue it any further, so he just said a few polite words and said goodbye.
The old woman stood up and said without any fluctuation in her tone: "The palace affairs have been busy recently, so I won't keep any Taoist friends. When the palace lord comes out of seclusion, I will prepare delicious food and invite you to come and get together."
After saying that, he ordered the maid waiting outside the door to send him out.
Liu Qinghuan cupped her hands and followed the maid out without saying a word, but the suspicion in her heart became deeper and deeper.
The attitude of everyone in the Xue Po Palace seemed to be that they wanted him to leave quickly. They thought that if his cultivation had not been high enough and they did not dare to offend him, they might not have let him in at all.
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard an "ouch" and a gust of fragrant wind blew towards my face.
Liu Qinghuan's feet paused and her body moved to the side. She saw a woman in pink staggering and passed by. The flowers in the flower basket in her hand spilled all over the floor.
"Yeah!" The woman's eyes widened in surprise, and she looked at Liu Qinghuan with a pout, as if she was accusing him of not catching her.
Liu Qinghuan looked away with his hands behind his back, and heard the maid who escorted him out whisper: "Sister Xiangling, why are you so careless and bumped into senior, why don't you apologize to senior quickly!"
Liu Qinghuan waved his hand without looking, "No need."
"I'm sorry, little girl. Thank you for your generosity, senior." The woman in pink clothes was full of happiness and asked the maid curiously: "Sister, where are you taking senior?"
"Of course you are leaving the palace." The maid replied, and then asked smoothly: "Where are you going?"
"I want to send flowers to Jinse Palace, Master Qianjin...ah, sister, what are you doing..."
The maid quickly interrupted her with a smile: "Uncle Qian Jin asked you to do something a few days ago, but you are only doing it now. You are so lazy, girl."
As she spoke, she peeked at Liu Qinghuan's expression, but she saw him standing a few steps away with his hands behind his back. He didn't seem to be paying attention to them. Then she quietly breathed a sigh of relief and ended the conversation with the woman in pink in a few words.
I just want to get the person out of the palace quickly.