Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 86 Blizzard

Heavy snowflakes danced in the air, stinging people's faces and making it difficult to open their eyes. The snow covered the roads, creating a thick fog that obscured the way forward.

Liadrin could only follow closely behind the figure in front of her, afraid that if she fell behind even slightly, the other person would disappear.

Only by experiencing it firsthand can one understand that the catastrophic climate change we are witnessing is far more complex than a simple weather forecast stating that a cold wave is coming.

The Violet Kingdom, located on the eastern continent, experiences winter for about five months a year, and in its northern territories, it can last for more than six months.

The climate conditions on Orlan are much harsher, but fortunately, humans are much more physically robust.

After more than two hours of arduous travel, we gradually moved away from the city and away from danger…

Liadrin secretly rejoiced at her escape. After entering a forest, the wind and snow seemed to have lessened considerably, and no more wind and snow rushed into her throat as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Please wait a moment."

Ovisga, who was leading the way, continued walking as if she hadn't heard anything. Undead creatures lack hearing organs and can only communicate through telepathy.

Liadrin had no choice but to grit her teeth and persevere, hoping that the Blue Rose boy would arrive as soon as possible, as her strength began to wane.

She tripped over what seemed to be tree roots and fell face-first into the snowdrift.

Ovisga, who was walking ahead, finally stopped and waited for Liadrin to get up.

"I want to rest for a while..." The blonde girl waved her hands repeatedly, sitting on the tree root and refusing to move.

She had already expended a lot of energy since the start of the ball, and was now completely exhausted. Her exposed calves were so numb that she had lost all feeling in them.

The blonde girl curled up into a ball, trying to find some warmth from the constant temperature inscription on her fur coat.

The biting wind howled, and the passage of time was imperceptible. It might have been a while, or it might have been a long time.

Liadrin scooped up a handful of snow to quench her thirst and continued on her way.

Wangdu, the residence of the Nanshi family.

The gray building, resembling a church, is entirely made of stone blocks and stands nearly twenty meters tall.

In the top-floor bedroom, Grand Duke Nan Shi paced anxiously with his hands behind his back: "What's going on? Ashes still haven't made contact?"

"Reporting to Your Excellency, there is none at the moment," the white-robed monk standing to the side replied respectfully.

"Could it be that he chose to betray, all for a woman?" Grand Duke Nan Shi murmured to himself, his tone filled with disbelief.

However, considering Liadrin's beauty, it cannot be denied that there is a certain possibility.

After all, that woman possessed an angelic face, exquisitely perfect features, eyes as bright and deep as the starry sky, and skin as white as crystal. Her slender figure displayed a golden ratio, yet she also boasted a proud fullness. Her cascading blonde hair, paired with an outfit perfectly matching her气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament), made her like a flawless work of art, perfectly embodying the common human imagination of a goddess.

"The soul contract of Ashes is in our hands; there is no way we can choose to betray it." A faint voice suddenly rang out.

"Lucas!"

As the Duke of Nanshi called out, the space began to ripple like water, and the burly figure of a black-clad swordsman appeared before him: "Report to Lord Vaghar, Ash is likely in grave danger! My pet beast found his blood on the ground."

"impossible…"

Hearing of Ash's death was even more unbelievable than hearing of his betrayal. Even for a Saint-level expert, killing Ash would be extremely difficult.

When faced with a situation where he is no match for the enemy head-on, he can calmly use Shadow Shuttle to retreat. With his Saint-level physical body, which represents the limits of human potential, he can use it frequently without having to consider the physical burden, gaps, or weaknesses that exist in the body, unlike ordinary Super-Rank cultivators.

"Lucas, with your strength, do you have a chance to kill Ash?"

"Lord Vaghar, Ash is not a true Sanctuary after all. Its reaction speed and skills have not yet formed an instinctive combat domain. If a Sanctuary expert launches a sneak attack, I think there is a great chance."

"A Saint-level expert, huh! Who struck so ruthlessly? Don't let me find out! What a waste of a fine blade..."

Each of the Holy Domain members is renowned and hailed as a powerful figure who protects the nation, forming the foundation of the kingdom.

With a dark cloud over his face, Grand Duke Nan Shi stood by the window, gazing at the swirling snow outside, his mind racing with names.

"I've been living a leisurely life in the capital for too long; it's time to go back."

A powerful Saint-level expert with malicious intent lurks in the shadows; no one can remain indifferent…

"Let's leave now..." Grand Duke Nan Shi couldn't stay a moment longer, so he called his followers and left overnight.

The Heavenly Clock projection shows 11:27 PM.

Tai'an settled his expenses and earnings at the auction service desk.

Two items were purchased in total: the right to customize earth dragon leather boots and a premium-grade longsword, for a total of thirty-three gold coins. One hundred and forty-nine gold coins and fifteen silver dollars were obtained from selling a perfect-quality life potion, leaving a final balance of one hundred and sixteen gold coins and fifteen silver dollars.

Think about it, it seems like you made a lot of money, but you didn't actually make any, since you wasted precious time on alchemy.

However, it doesn't matter. Just consider it an opportunity to broaden your horizons. Tai'an should relax and think it over.

There were so many interesting and rare treasures, but unfortunately he was short of money. He was determined to save up enough next month.

"Are you sure you don't need me to book a hotel room for you?"

"No need, I'll find a place to spend the night myself."

Taian escorted Greenfield back to the carriage, and the two waved goodbye.

He certainly hadn't forgotten about Leah, and was now ready to go and resolve the matter, his figure leaping into the air like an arrow.

While the ultimate burst of power in the Human-Immortal state can break the sound barrier, it places too much strain on the physical body. At this stage, it's impossible to use it frequently as a regular action. Perhaps it will be possible in the future…

As Tai'an approached the spiritual coordinates, he let his thoughts wander.

Let's review the previous battles.

He had to admit that the enemy's tactics were ruthless and unpredictable, and their willingness to take lives at the slightest provocation posed a significant threat.

Even though he believed his strength far surpassed his opponent's, Tai'an did not think his neck could withstand a divine weapon imbued with battle aura.

Ultimately, everyone is strong in offense but weak in defense, and everyone only has one life.

There is no room for mercy when dealing with ruthless enemies.

Tai'an made a judgment that aligned with his own interests and safety; once the thought of killing arose, it was difficult to suppress.

Holding the Lightning-Struck Locust Tree Heart Demon Sword horizontally, it unleashed extreme speed the instant the opponent hit the ground.

As it turned out, the human-immortal's combat intuition was completely correct, ending the battle with a single strike.

Tai'an landed on the ground with a leaping motion and saw the lights of the shops on the roadside ahead.

Fuwang Bakery.

"It's rare to see business still going on in such terrible weather," Tai'an said, slowing his pace and walking to the shop entrance to glance at the price list.

A rodot pie, two pence each.

Beef or mutton pies, three pence each.

"Boss, give me two beef pies and two mutton pies." Tai'an took out a silver coin and placed it lightly on the counter.

The proprietress, a middle-aged woman with a greasy face and an overweight figure, said: "Sir, we're sold out of lamb pies for today. How about you get beef pies instead?"

"Okay! Hurry up..."

A moment later, Tai'an collected the pile of change from the copper pennies, took the wrapping paper bag handed to him by the proprietress, and disappeared into the vast snow.

Shortly after he left, the shop closed down.

(End of this chapter)