Don't farm, cultivate immortality!

Just by looking at it, you can tell what will happen if you get close to that sword energy. You'll probably be like pork in a meat grinder, ready to be picked up with chopsticks and boiled into meatball soup.

so amazing!

Zhuang Xing really wanted to kowtow to the female knight and beg her to accept him as her disciple.

Looking at the bloated tiger, Zhuang Xing felt that if it could sweat, it would be drenched in sweat.

The female warrior took a step forward, and her hair tie snapped under the force, causing her long, silvery-white hair to flutter wildly.

"I surrender! Don't kill me!" the tiger spirit roared. "Yan Huai'an, I'll give you my demon core, please have mercy!"

But the female warrior was ruthless and taciturn, and she didn't listen to the tiger spirit's explanation at all. She swung her sword and went straight for the tiger spirit's head.

The tiger spirit had no choice but to go for it, even if it was against its will. It was probably the heroine who cut it with that scar on its chest, otherwise this arrogant guy would never have given in so easily.

It was an almost overwhelming match; the female warrior easily suppressed the tiger spirit.

The tiger spirit resorted to underhanded tactics, such as digging through the snow to obstruct the view, but these petty tricks could not make up for the absolute difference in strength.

Soon, the tiger spirit had several deep wounds on its body, but it didn't touch the heroine at all. It just panted heavily and licked its wounds.

It seemed to have lost the desire to attack from the very beginning, and only dodged and looked for an opportunity to escape.

The two sides chased each other back and forth for many rounds. Although neither side could gain the upper hand for a while, the tiger was showing signs of exhaustion.

Just when Zhuang Xing thought the female warrior was going to wage a war of attrition, suddenly, the ground beneath the tiger spirit's feet sank.

So it was those previous slashes. I see. From the very first sword strike, they were preparing for this moment.

The heroine's moves were not random; she was constantly forcing the tiger spirit into a corner, and the sword energy she missed was actually grinding against the edges and corners.

She was like a seasoned hunter, luring the tiger step by step into a trap she had already set.

She swung her final sword strike, and the tiger spirit, trapped in the snare, had nowhere to hide.

With a clang, the enormous head flew up like a boulder, then fell into the snow.

The tiger spirit's head was completely severed off. Before it died, its eyes were wide open, as if it couldn't believe that this was its last moment.

Blood gushed out like a spring, and with a loud crash, its body fell onto the snow.

The female warrior let out a long breath and sheathed her longsword.

Even though it's a monster, it must be completely dead now that it's turned into this state.

Well done! Excellent kill!

Zhuang Xing clapped for her, and then the female warrior slowly walked towards Zhuang Xing. Her hair turned back to black. Zhuang Xing felt a little strange. She walked with a swaying gait.

Fortunately, although her steps seemed unsteady, the heroine managed to reach Zhuang Xing's side.

I thought she would say something to comfort me, this unweaned baby, but she just silently picked Zhuang Xing up from the tiger spirit's claws.

Before she could even feel happy, Zhuang Xing had just reached her arms when she suddenly collapsed with a thud, leaving Zhuang Xing alone to tumble out of her embrace, bewildered and disoriented in the wind.

Chapter 5 Single Pusher

What's going on? Are they exhausted?

Heroine, are you alright?

"Waaah, waaah!" Zhuang Xing poked Yan Huai'an's cheek.

Ouch...it's so cold...

It didn't feel like a human face to the touch; it felt like touching a block of ice.

Yan Huai'an's body temperature had become extremely low for some reason. She lay on the ground like a frozen corpse.

Zhuang Xing didn't know what was going on. Normally, after exercising, a person should be sweating and releasing heat, but she was doing the opposite.

Zhuang Xing felt he had to do something. This place was quite a distance from the village, and as an infant, he couldn't go back to call for help. The speed of Hu Jing and Yan Huai'an was beyond that of ordinary people, and they didn't know how far they had run by now. Even if his mother came out to look for him, it was hard to say whether she would be able to find him.

If Yan Huai'an can't pull himself together, he'll be in a very awkward position.

He was starting to feel cold; the tiger spirit's claws had lost their warmth, and Yan Huai'an was so cold. To make matters worse, the moon that had just been visible was now obscured by dark clouds.

Snowflakes fell like goose feathers, then a light snow began to fall, and the wind howled, with a tendency to intensify.

If things continue like this, he and Yan Huai'an will soon be buried together in the heavy snow.

The older sister is so powerful, it's uncertain whether she'll die or not, but he'll most likely be half-dead from the cold.

The most reliable method he could think of was to climb into the tiger spirit's corpse, use the tiger skin and blood to keep warm, and try to hold on for as long as possible.

However, it would be rather heartless to just leave the female warrior here like this.

The heroine saved his and his mother's lives; she was his savior.

Let's try our best to see if we can wake up the older sister.

Zhuang Xing nodded, having made his decision.

Based on his years of experience watching movies, the quickest way to wake someone up is to pour cold water on them.

However, he did not meet the conditions for pouring cold water on things; there was very little he could do. After much thought, he only came up with two solutions.

First, smash the heroine's head with a stone.

Second, use your own body heat to warm her up.

The first method is to try to wake her up with pain. The second method, Zhuang Xing thinks, is to pour cold water on a person with a normal body temperature, and conversely, to wake up a person who is freezing cold, using heat might be more effective.

It's a pity; if we hadn't called for help earlier, there would have been a third option.

After all, he's my savior, so let's start with gentler methods. If we can't wake him up, then we'll hit him with a stone.

If neither of those options works, then there's nothing we can do but leave it to fate.

God help me, I hope it works.

Zhuang Xing took a breath and hugged Yan Huai'an's exposed forehead.

The biting cold came from the spot where he was in contact with Yan Huai'an; it was so cold... like having an ice cream stick to his stomach, making him shiver.

If I survive, I hope I don't catch a cold.

Zhuang Xing silently counted in his mind, trying to hold on a little longer.

When he counted to one hundred, his hands and feet were numb and stiff from the cold.

The wind grew stronger, and a lot of snow fell from the sky, covering his head and face with snowflakes.

No, I've reached my limit.

Yan Huai'an still hasn't woken up, so it seems we have to try another approach.

Zhuang Xing released his grip, bent down, and searched for stones beside Yan Huai'an.

At that moment, Yan Huai'an's hair was blown by the wind and brushed against the tip of his nose.

"Achoo!" Zhuang Xing couldn't help but sneeze.

found it!

He picked up a pebble from the ground.

Zhuang Xing turned around, about to raise his little hand to strike, when Yan Huai'an's finger suddenly twitched.

She opened her eyes, woke up, and touched her forehead with a blank expression.

"Whoa! Whoa!" Zhuang Xing exclaimed in delight, quickly throwing the stone down and waving to the female warrior.

Yan Huai'an sat up, looked at Zhuang Xing's face, then at the tiger spirit's corpse not far away, and his eyes gradually regained their clarity.

She seemed to finally remember what had just happened, and picked Zhuang Xing up.

"Was that you just now?" she asked softly.

"Woo-wah woo-wah!"

It's me, it's me, it's definitely me!

Her body was still cold, but she made sure to roll up her sleeves and wrap them around her hands to avoid direct contact with Zhuang Xing.

She stared at Zhuang Xing's face, and their eyes met. Zhuang Xing noticed that her gaze was very serious.

That look reminded Zhuang Xing of his junior high school homeroom teacher; it was quite intimidating.

However, this did not stop Zhuang Xing from looking at her with shining eyes. You see, he had just witnessed a spectacular battle.

Zhuang Xing's eyes were still fixed on the way Yan Huai'an had just wielded his sword. He stared intently at Yan Huai'an, but then Yan Huai'an actually looked away, as if he felt that his gaze was too intense.

Yan Huai'an patted the snow off his clothes and stopped looking at Zhuang Xing.

Although she didn't say a word, she carried Zhuang Xing back the way they came, and Zhuang Xing knew she was taking him home.

Zhuang Xing felt that although the female knight was not good with words and was always outwitted by the tiger spirit in verbal exchanges, she had a rare chivalrous heart.

She's beautiful, kind-hearted, and even knows how to kill a tiger demon with a sword. She makes you feel incredibly safe. Is there anyone more perfect than her in the world?

Zhuang Xing looked up at Yan Huai'an's face, blinking his eyes repeatedly.

Unfortunately, Yan Huai'an never looked down at him again. She simply carried him carefully, shielding him from the wind and using her body to protect him from the snow, walking step by step across the boundless, dark snowfield.

All Zhuang Xing could hear was the sound of the wind and Yan Huai'an's footsteps in the snow.

After walking for about ten minutes, Zhuang Xing finally saw the shadow of the house.

The wind and snow were heavy, and visibility was getting increasingly blurry, but in the darkness in the distance, scattered lights could be seen.

The villagers, holding torches, stood in a circle at the village entrance. The men held pitchforks and hoes, while the women held torches, illuminating their surroundings.

Zhuang Xing saw that familiar face. His mother was standing in the crowd. She was no longer crying, but her eyes were slightly red, and she was wearing a robe.

The moment she saw Yan Huai'an, she ran out from the crowd.

Yan Huai'an stopped. When her mother came to her, she didn't say anything, but took the torch and handed Zhuang Xing over at the same time.

Zhuang Xing returned to his mother's arms. The moment she caught him, she bent over and squatted down. She hugged Zhuang Xing tightly, and warm tears streamed down her cheeks and landed on Zhuang Xing's little face.

The mother sobbed softly, just like on the day Zhuang Xing was born, and nuzzled Zhuang Xing's face.

Zhuang Xing thought for a moment, clapped his hands, and grasped his mother's fingers.

"Woo-wa, woo-wa." Zhuang Xing and his mother played their usual finger game.