Chapter 1036

At this moment, he merely trailed behind the two of them and shot up toward the sky.

822 Seeing Meng Chixing really is a spineless wretch!

Tianshan lies in the Western Regions, a mountain range that stretches east to west with an extremely long, unbroken course.

Its peaks rise in successive folds, generally all over a thousand zhang in height.

Therefore the mountain is mostly bitter cold, with snow that lingers all year round.

Back in the Nine Provinces, several top experts of the Great Yuan had once ascended the Tianshan of the Western Regions in Yunzhou.

Before the Dragon Roaring Cave, they were nearly wiped out to a man.

As for General Zhebie and General Chilaowen, they had always stayed on the grasslands and had never once reached Tianshan.

This time, for the sake of the Heavenly Fragrance Cardamom, the two of them spared no True Strength, pressing on without rest.

After two full days, they finally arrived at the foot of Tianshan.

Looking out, there was nothing but an endless expanse of snowy mountains.

As for the legendary Fire Lake, they had no idea where it could be.

"This…"

Only now did General Zhebie realize that, although he knew the place called Tianshan Fire Lake,

finding that Fire Lake somewhere within these boundless, snow-covered mountains was truly harder than scaling the heavens.

Just as he was hesitating, Meng Chixing, who had been rushing to catch up the whole way, finally came panting after them.

"Phew! The two Generals truly have superb cultivation. This old fellow has nearly run his legs off and exhausted his True Yuan, yet still cannot match the pace of the two of you!"

Meng Chixing was no fool. At this moment, to smooth over relations between them, he began to flatter the two of them.

Seeing Meng Chixing, General Zhebie's eyes lit up at once.

Setting aside his disgust toward Meng Chixing, he asked directly,

"Cut the nonsense. Do you know where this Tianshan Fire Lake is?"

If only he and General Chilaowen were left to search, they might search until the Year of the Monkey and the Month of the Horse and still not find it.

By the time they did find it, Zhu Wushi would likely have gotten there first and taken that third Heavenly Fragrance Cardamom.

After all, judging from Zhu Wushi's experiences in the Nine Provinces, that fellow's Wu Gong was learned from Tianshan Fire Lake.

But Meng Chixing had devoured the spirits of no few exotic Great Ming martial artists—even the Heavenly Leisure Star and the Heavenly Inquiry Star had been swallowed by him.

When it came to familiarity with this world, one still had to count Meng Chixing.

"I do know a little. The two Generals, please follow me."

In Meng Chixing's heart, the God of Immortality was at this very moment secretly following along.

This time he was not only leading the way for General Zhebie and General Chilaowen, but also leading the way for his new master, the God of Immortality.

Naturally he did not dare show the slightest slack. After completing one cycle of regulating his breath, he heedlessly plunged into the snowy mountain despite his exhaustion.

General Zhebie and General Chilaowen immediately followed close behind.

One would think that among General Zhebie's group, even Meng Chixing, the lowest in cultivation, had already reached the half-step Mythical realm.

If not immune to water and fire, at the very least they could ignore heat and cold.

Let alone this mere snowy mountain—even a Bingshan the three of them ought to have nothing to fear.

Yet for some unknown reason, after entering this snowy ground of Tianshan, they had traveled no more than a few li

when all three felt a chill that pierced to the bone and could not help but channel their Gong to resist.

After another ten li, the cold became even more unbearable, nearly as though it would freeze a person to death.

Meng Chixing, whose cultivation was the lowest, was the first to be unable to bear it and could not help saying,

"What the hell kind of place is this? Why is it, in their memories, Tianshan shouldn't be this cold?"

General Zhebie heard this and felt it made sense.

Suddenly, from within the wind and snow, came a burst of urgent hoofbeats.

His heart stirred, and he immediately signaled the two to conceal their forms.

Before long, they saw a group of people riding Ma Pi, galloping through the snow.

Although these people wore padded cotton jackets, apart from one person, none of the others had even reached the Earthly Immortal Realm in cultivation—truly appallingly low.

Yet people like these were galloping through the snow as if flying.

General Zhebie and the other two watched, utterly dumbfounded.

"What the hell? Why do they show not the slightest reaction in this snowy ground,

while the few of us feel as if we're about to freeze to death here?"

Puzzled, General Zhebie closely followed behind Meng Chixing in stealth, while at the same time sending a transmitted voice to the two of them to ask.

Compared with General Zhebie, General Chilaowen was not one to use his brain, nor did he like to.

Hearing the question at this moment, he replied directly,

"Who cares about all that. Let's find the Fire Lake first.

In my view, this batch is also heading for the Heavenly Fragrance Cardamom."

General Chilaowen was not wrong. Although this batch's cultivation was ordinary,

the direction of their movement had all along been consistent with the route Meng Chixing was leading.

So much so that General Zhebie, watching these people, felt even more a dark, resentful fury.

After all, people whose cultivation was far inferior to his own were so carefree in the snowy ground,

while the three of them could barely put one foot before the other, spending goodness knows how much True Yuan just to fend off this bone-piercing cold.

After that, the three said no more and kept pressing forward through the mountain snow.

After three days, when General Zhebie nearly felt his very bones were about to go numb from the cold,

Suddenly, a cheer rose from the cavalry ahead,

"Wow, we found it! We…"

Those men urged their horses into a gallop, charging toward a stretch of mountains.

Then the air ahead rippled, and every one of them vanished at the mountainside.

General Zhebie, who had been nearly numb from the cold, came to an abrupt halt,

"Wait! Something's off."

General Chilaowen also caught on and said at once,

"Indeed! There's a formation ahead. Seeing Meng Chixing, don't go any further."

Speaking of formations, General Chilaowen recalled how, back when he was in You Dongying, he had wanted to cross the sea back to the Central Plains.

He never expected that, in the middle of the great ocean, he would fall into a maze formation.

Even though he was a top expert on the Heavenly Dao Gold Ranking, he ultimately could not break through that maze formation.

He could only return empty-handed, going back to You Dongying once more.

And it was precisely by returning to You Dongying that…

His thoughts reaching this point, General Chilaowen immediately cut them off.

That memory was truly a nightmare in his heart.

"Then are we supposed to just stop here?"

Meng Chixing himself also knew how terrifying formations could be, but in his heart he thought, with the God of Immortality secretly watching, even the greatest of troubles probably amounted to nothing.

Ignoring General Chilaowen, he presently strolled on toward the peak.

Because in the memories he had plundered, that was precisely where the Fire Lake lay.

But after only two steps, he suddenly heard wave after wave of agonized screams coming from the peak ahead.

Judging by the voices, they belonged to the very group that had charged into the formation earlier.

"This…"

Meng Chixing felt a chill of lingering fear.

Although the cultivation of that earlier group had been ordinary,

if there were people lying in ambush on the peak, a gruesome death would be nothing to speak of.

But if he rushed up rashly, and the killer's strength was above his own, wouldn't he be delivering himself as a meal?

Ever since the God of Immortality had spoken words to the effect that this world might not be simple, Meng Chixing had never dared underestimate this world again.

At once his steps faltered, and he dared not move further.

General Chilaowen could not help wanting to laugh—this Meng Chixing really is a wretched, stubborn fool!