Capítulo 3: Chapter 1 Pursuit of the Ice-Snow Sacrifice (Part 2)_1

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Nian Bing slowly stood up, young as he was, cold and harsh colors revealed themselves in his eyes. The deep hatred in his heart flared up, "The dignity of the Ice God Tower? My father has said that behind the glorious exterior of the Ice God Tower is just a pile of trash. Wanting to get the Ice-Snow Goddess Stone back? Stop dreaming. I'd rather die than give it to you. It was the last thing my mom gave to me, all of you can go to hell." Without any warning, his fists swung forward simultaneously. The red left, the blue right, two rays of light, each with a different aura, covered the three Ice Snow Mages in front. These were the fireball and a water ball, two first-level magics, which didn't require spell chants to utilize. The simultaneous appearance of ice and fire was an achievement that he hadn't anticipated.

The Ice-Snow Priestess' eyes flashed, and she quickly chanted a few simple characters. A gentle water wall appeared out of nowhere, as water and fire clashed, producing a mist. A sudden thought crossed her mind, and she inwardly said to herself, "This is bad." Then she wanted to take action, but it was already too late.

His small body fell off the peak. There was no hesitation when he jumped off the cliff. With a splash, his silhouette was swallowed by the raging river, only stirring up faint ripples. Nian Bing's voice still echoed in the ears of the three Ice Snow Mages, and they finally understood the meaning of "I'd rather die than give up the Ice-Snow Goddess Stone".

The Ice-Snow Priestess took a few steps forward, walked to the edge of the cliff, and sighed lightly, "What a stalwart child."

"Priestess, how is this possible? He is just a child, how can he cast two types of magic instantaneously? And they are magics that conflict with each other." The Ice Snow Mage on the left looked at the raging river below in amazement.

The Ice-Snow Priestess calmly replied: "That's not because his mana is high; rather, in addition to Uncle Bing's Ice-Snow Goddess Stone, he also possesses Rong Tian's Fire God Stone. He has not yet been able to use the true power of these top-quality gemstones, but triggering a simple elementary magic should not be surprising. However, while ice and fire are in opposition, the two elementary magics used at the same time seem to have no conflict with each other. I really can't figure this out. It seems that this child has an extremely high talent in magic."

The mage on the right spoke in an begrudging tone: "What a shame. We do not have enough magic power to freeze the raging river; otherwise, we would definitely obtain those two gemstones. Priestess, what should we do about our mission? Before, we didn't search his body directly."

The Ice-Snow Priestess glanced at him, the chill in her eyes made that mage tremble, and he didn't dare say anything more.

"Remember, to cultivate magic, you must first cultivate your heart. Without a calm mind, your magical abilities will always fall short of reaching the superior realm. This mission has ended in failure, I will bear all the responsibility. Let's go back. Oh great Ice Snow Goddess! Please lend me your anger, and send us to the lost shore." Before anyone realized, he was already holding a magic wand about one meter long. The wand was crystal blue, made from an unknown material, and the top of the wand seemed to hold a transparent gemstone with its eight claws, just like the fingers of an elf.

He slowly raised the wand, the ice element in the air gradually becoming violent, the sky too became darker. What is the anger of the Ice-snow Goddess? It's a blizzard.

Blizzard, a level six large scale Ice Magic, has moderate offensive power, but has a wide range.

The snowflakes fluttered down, causing the air temperature to drop sharply. This was the favorite environment of the Ice Snow Mage. In the dark sky, the storm raged, and the priestess pointed out with her wand, saying "Let's go."

The two Ice Snow Mages responded, their bodies wrapped in light-blue light, and they rose up like snowflakes. With the wind and snow swirling, they headed towards the Ice God Tower. The blizzard was perfect for Ice Snow Mages to fly short distances. Although they could not fly continuously like Wind Mages, their speed was a bit faster than Wind Magic under short distances.

Upon leaving, the Ice-Snow Priest, Bing Lu, cast his gaze over the vast Tianqing River one last time and gave a light sigh, "Everything is in the hands of the heavens now, Uncle Bing. All I could have done for you, I have done." With his level of magic, he could have easily killed Nian Bing as he fled, but a well-intentioned thought stopped him. He left the poor child, now without parents, a glimmer of hope to live.

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Cha Ji walked from the peach blossom forest to the banks of the Tianqing River, looked at the fishing net in his hands, and muttered to himself, "I should improve my life a bit. Eating greens every day, no matter how delicious, leaves my body undernourished. I'll catch a few blue fish to replenish my aging body."

The fresh air was slightly humid, with the scent entering his nostrils, making him feel exceptionally comfortable. Cha Ji, now fifty-seven-years-old, had been living here for over a decade and was extremely familiar with his surroundings.

With trembling hands, he held on to the fishing net and cast it into the water with his arms. Although he only managed to cast it four or five meters away, he knew that the Tianqing River was filled with fish and only required a bit of patience before he would be rewarded with a catch. With the fishing net secured at his side and the fishing line tied to his wrist, Cha Ji leaned against a big tree and sat down. Resting under a tree during the heat of summer was indeed a good choice.

Just as he settled down, the fishing line on Cha Ji's hand suddenly jerked. Opening his closed eyes, a flash of understanding passed by them, "I can't believe my luck. Usually, it takes quite some time to catch anything. Oh no! It's not a fish. My poor fishing net…" As his gaze fell onto the river, he saw a piece of wood, about a meter in length and the thickness of a human leg, entangled in his less than sturdy fishing net. He knew at a glance that his fishing net was probably ruined.

Before Cha Ji could even lament his unfortunate luck, he noticed a pair of slender arms on the log. There was someone in the river. With no time to lose, he quickly secured the fishing line around his own leg and walked towards a deeper part of the bank. Using his leg strength, he pulled the wood, along with the person entangled in it, to shore.

"No––" Nian Bing abruptly sat up gasping for air, a bewildered look in his eyes.

A clear bird song entered his ears, and the soft light warmed him. He vigorously shook his head to steady his mind. Judging by the warmth, he knew he was still alive. His heartbeat gradually slowed down as he observed his surroundings. It seemed he was in a small wooden cabin. Other than the bed he was lying on, there was no other furniture in the room. The place was rather dusty, obviously not cleaned often.

"You're awake." A weary voice sounded, and the wooden door creaked open as a person walked in.

Nian Bing instinctively curled up his body, "Who… who are you?"

"Your savior." Cha Ji walked over to the bed and sat down. He placed the bowl he was holding onto a wooden table and smiled at Nian Bing, thinking to himself: What a handsome child.

Recalling the events of the past few days, Nian Bing shuddered slightly, reaching subconsciously for his bosom. The hard object was still there, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief. He cautiously asked, "Did you rescue me?" As he spoke, he observed the old man in front of him. He looked to be in his sixties with his black hair streaked grey, the wrinkles on his face telling the tale of time, and his face held a gentle smile, a rather ordinary man.

Cha Ji said matter-of-factly, "Of course it was me. Who else did you think it would be? You were lucky that you managed to hold on to that piece of wood. Do you know how much effort it took me, an old man, to get you moored back here? You poor boy, have something to eat. Your rotten wood destroyed my fishing net and all I have left is green vegetable congee."

Previously, while in a state of shock, Nian Bing hadn't felt anything about his body. But when he heard Cha Ji telling him to eat, he finally realized that he was famished. Back then, when he had jumped into the Tianqing River, the hit from the water's surface produced such intense pain that he almost passed out. He made an effort to grab onto anything and miraculously, hundreds of meters downstream, he caught hold of a piece of wood. His strong will to live had made him clasp onto the wood for dear life. To his good fortune, the Tianqing River was very wide and contained no protruding rocks, allowing him to be finally saved when he collided with Cha Ji's fishing net.

He gave Cha Ji a guarded look before picking up the dish. It did not exude any aroma. It wasn't until he saw the congee in the bowl that he stopped in surprise. The white congee looked rather thick and seemed to shimmer, reflecting a faint, crystalline sheen. Irregular pieces of green vegetables were scattered within the congee. Although they varied in size, when they were immersed in the white congee, they seemed to embody a sense of vitality. When he moved closer, the dish overall emitted a dime aroma that made Nian Bing's appetite leap. How could he have known that such a simple bowl of vegetable congee was called white jadeite porridge in the gourmet world of the continent, only to be tasted by a fortunate few? Its secret lay not in the ingredients used, but in the method of cooking.

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