141: Snow God Mountain

The snowy expanse was vast and boundless.

Every building was covered in white, so much so that Qin Feng didn't even notice a Cultivator market below.

Qin Feng, riding his Wood Spirit Boat, hovered in mid-air, his gaze curiously sweeping over the man calling out from below. This man, dressed in a red robe, stood at the market's exit, appearing to be around thirty years old, possessing a Great Perfection Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation.

Most of the other people in the nearby market were also at the Foundation Establishment Realm, with only one Core Formation cultivation Aura, presumably the market's owner.

Because Qin Feng had concealed his Aura, the red-robed man couldn't discern Qin Feng's cultivation, only taking him for an ordinary Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator.

Seeing the other party proactively strike up a conversation, Qin Feng didn't put on airs. He directly lowered his altitude and flew in front of the man, who immediately smiled and said:

"Fellow Daoist, you must be a Cultivator from outside, right?"

"In our Snowy Plains Region, to find your way, you must use our unique Magical Artifact, the Snow Spirit Map. The refining process for this item is extremely complex, and one wrong step can ruin it. I see that Fellow Daoist and I are fated, so how about I only charge you five hundred Spirit Stones for one Snow Spirit Map?"

The red-robed man mumbled to himself, simultaneously pulling out a scroll made of purple cowhide from his Storage Pouch. To make Qin Feng willingly pay the Spirit Stones, he unfolded the map and injected a stream of spiritual power into it. A small light dot immediately appeared on the map, representing their current location.

"Fellow Daoist, don't just see this Snow Spirit Map as merely a map; it's an indispensable item for Cultivators in our Snowy Plains Region when traveling the Jianghu! Five hundred Spirit Stones is already the cost price."

The red-robed Cultivator continued to promote the map in his hand, while observing Qin Feng's expression, paying close attention to his cues.

Qin Feng asked, "Does the market sell Snow Spirit Maps?"

"Uh... the market does have them. Fellow Daoist, you look like you're in a hurry to travel, right? If you're sincere, four hundred Spirit Stones will do!"

Seeing that Qin Feng intended to buy from the market, the red-robed Cultivator immediately lowered the price on his own initiative.

"Fifty Spirit Stones."

Qin Feng silently looked at him without speaking. The red-robed Cultivator's expression also froze. After a moment of silence, he made a pained expression, slapped his thigh, and said:

"Fifty it is then. Just consider it me making a friend with Fellow Daoist!"

After speaking, he hastily shoved the Snow Spirit Map into Qin Feng's hand. After accepting fifty Low-Grade Spirit Stones, he then hurriedly shouted at a Cultivator passing overhead, "Fellow Daoist, do you need a Snow Spirit Map? Five hundred Spirit Stones to make a friend!"

"..."

Qin Feng couldn't be bothered with him. He took the Snow Spirit Map and flew into the Void Realm, quickly figuring out how to use it.

Although the Snowy Plains Region belonged to the edge of Lingzhou, its area was still vast. There were no Mortal Realms or Mortals here, only countless Cultivator families, Immortal markets, cities, and various Sect forces.

Holding the Snow Spirit Map, Qin Feng quickly headed towards Snow God Mountain depicted on the map.

The cold wind howled in the Void Realm. More and more people like Qin Feng, who were rushing along with their heads down, appeared. Some were alone, others in groups of three or five, clearly all coming for the fallen immortal stone essence.

As more and more people gathered, Qin Feng felt a certain pressure.

With so many people all vying for the treasure, could he, alone, manage to snatch it?

The closer he got to Snow God Mountain, the less confident Qin Feng felt, but his traveling speed didn't slow down at all; instead, it became faster and faster.

One day later.

Qin Feng successfully arrived at the Snow God Mountain range.

Due to the fire rain, the surrounding temperature was already so high that it was unbearable for ordinary people. Countless snowflakes evaporated into mist and ascended back into the high sky before even falling.

"Is this the Snow God Mountain range?"

Qin Feng stood on his Wood Spirit Boat, looking down.

The undulating mountain range resembled a gigantic azure Dragon lying across the vast snowy expanse. All around the mountain range were large and small meteor craters, and from time to time, one could still see burning boulders.

On the other side of the mountain range stood towering Peaks that pierced the clouds, like a Dragon's head roaring towards the sky.

Cultivators were rapidly gathering in the Void Realm and on the ground.

To avoid premature expenditure of his trump cards by engaging in conflict with others, Qin Feng chose to land on a smaller hilltop, then began to observe his surroundings with heightened senses.

An entire day passed, and nothing happened except for the increasing number of Cultivators gathering.

Early morning, the sky was faintly lit.

A red-robed Cultivator suddenly descended, landing on the hilltop where Qin Feng was, as if an old acquaintance, smiling and striking up a conversation:

"Fellow Daoist, I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly. Can I rest my feet here?"

The other party spoke while putting away his flying Magical Artifact, giving no opportunity for refusal.

Qin Feng frowned and glanced at him, then looked towards the Void Realm only to realize that all the Loose Cultivators were looking for a place to land. In an instant, all the Cultivators in the Void Realm descended to the ground.

At this moment.

A group of people dressed in green robes appeared in everyone's sight. These people were divided into two rows; the men had swords hanging from their waists and held musical instruments, while the women held various spiritual fruits and pastries, their skirt sashes fluttering, emitting wafts of fragrance...

The two people at the front of the procession were at the Middle Stage of Core Formation, while the rest were at the Foundation Establishment Stage. In their midst, a colossal black elephant, armored in dark scales and emanating an extraordinary Aura, walked through the air.

Riding on the back of the giant elephant was a young man in a white robe. The man had an extraordinary appearance and outstanding temperament. During his journey, golden light even appeared above his head. Within the light, Dragons and Phoenixes circled, and auspicious phenomena emerged, making the group appear like Immortals wandering among Mortals.

Who is this person? He's too high-profile!

Qin Feng's first reaction upon seeing this was not envy, but rather that the other party was being overly ostentatious. Perhaps Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators couldn't see through his cultivation, but he could clearly sense that he was only at the Late Stage of Core Formation Realm.

The man's gaze was disdainful. He rode the giant elephant directly past Snow God Mountain and flew into the distance, disappearing from everyone's sight in just a few breaths.

It was only then that Cultivators around them gradually returned to the Void Realm.

Qin Feng couldn't help but ask the red-robed man beside him, "Who was that person?"

The man's Face showed an expression of lingering fear, and he whispered, "That's Holy Son of the Divine Sword Sect, Ye Chulan. He's a Prodigy in talent, started cultivation at six, and reached the Late Stage of Core Formation Realm at eighteen. He's known as Emperor Ye."

"He is very likely to be the first person to achieve Ascension in these few hundred years. If you see him traveling in the future, you must hide. Emperor Ye values his Face and is cold by nature. Anyone who doesn't give him Face has basically died."

That brutal?

Qin Feng's Face showed a surprised expression, but his heart remained calm. The other party's talent was merely average compared to his own; it was nothing more than a powerful Sect background.

Seeing Qin Feng remain silent, the red-robed man moved a few steps closer and asked, trying to get chummy, "Fellow Daoist, are you also here to try your luck and snatch fallen immortal stone essence?"

"Try my luck?"

"Hehe, every month during this period, the Snowy Plains Region experiences a fire rain, and there's a chance that fallen immortal stone essence will fall during it. Many Cultivators are rushing here. If one can obtain a piece of fallen immortal stone essence, this life will be worth it!"

"How much is fallen immortal stone essence worth?"

"The two Cultivators who snatched fallen immortal stone essence two months ago, one directly became an Inner Sect Disciple of Divine Sword Sect, and the other sold it for five hundred thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones."

A single piece of fallen immortal stone essence was worth fifty million Spirit Stones, which was indeed enough to motivate many people to act.

Qin Feng stood quietly on the hilltop waiting. He was originally alone, but now with a chatterbox beside him, he wasn't bored. The two chatted idly, and before they knew it, the day of the fire rain's descent arrived.

This morning.

The sky suddenly turned dark red like fire, and the surrounding temperature rose again.

The red-robed Cultivator adjusted his Aura and state to their Peak, his spiritual power surging, ready to unleash his maximum speed at any moment.

Seeing Qin Feng still unmoved, he immediately reminded him, "Fellow Daoist, it's about time you prepared!"

As his voice fell, countless small red dots suddenly appeared in the Void Realm.

Clearly, the fire rain had begun to descend.