Under her leadership, the disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association were full of enthusiasm, sweating profusely, fully engrossed in their training.
Their hearts brimd with admiration for Qi izhen, and they were resolute in their determination to defend the Flying Tiger Pass and fight against the Five Poison Sect.
The training ground echoed with thunderous shouts of battle cries, morale was high, and everyone was making the most thorough preparations for the impending battle.
Shi Feiyang cradled Yili, his figure descending like a burning teor through the sky, wrapped in a fierce gale, slanting toward the Four Sisters Mountain. It was early sumr, elsewhere flowers were blooming in profusion, warmth pervaded, yet Four Sisters Mountain was still firmly covered by white snow, resembling a solitary ice fortress forgotten by the world.
Looking around, the continuous mountains were all wrapped in ice and snow, a vast expanse of whiteness, the sunlight casting down, refracting into multicolored light, dreamlike and magical, as if it were a serene and austere snow world forgotten by ti.
In the distance, the sea of clouds surged, tumbling amid the mountains, creating an interesting contrast with the majestic snow mountains, as if it were the Immortal Realm.
Legend has it that this mountain range was the abode of ancient deities, with many mysterious forces and unknown treasures hidden within, along with various mythical creatures born either from the gods’ protection or curses.
The mountain wind was biting, akin to countless sharp Ice Sabers, rcilessly cutting Shi Feiyang’s skin, leaving stinging marks.
The closer he got to the mountain, the thinner the air beca. Every breath Shi Feiyang took felt like he was desperately dragging a worn-out bellows across a dry desert, his chest tight and about to explode. Yet his arms were as if forged from steel, holding Yili tightly, creating an indestructible barrier for her with his own body.
The fierce wind roared wildly in his ears, like ferocious beasts baring fangs and claws, emitting deafening roars, attempting to sweep them into the endless abyss of darkness. Shi Feiyang looked down at Yili in his embrace, whose breath was as faint as silk, his heart burning with anxiety, his heart almost bursting from his chest.
Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, yet in the violent gale, they were imdiately blown away without leaving a trace.
Yili’s body grew heavier, her life force like a dying candle in the wind, flickering and about to extinguish.
Her complexion was as pale as paper, without a hint of blood, her lips nearly transparent, seemingly fragile enough to shatter with a gentle touch.
Entering the fog-laden mountains, Shi Feiyang’s steps beca increasingly difficult.
The dense fog around, like a heavy and airtight curtain, tightly obscured his vision, each step fraught with unknown danger.
Suddenly, a deafening tiger roar ca from the depths of the mountain forest, like thunderclap breaking the silence of the mountains.
A magnificent striped tiger, like a golden lightning bolt, swiftly leaped out from the forest.
Its tiger eyes wide open, gleaming with bloodthirsty light, charged directly at Shi Feiyang and Yili.
At this mont, Shi Feiyang’s mind was filled with concerns for Yili’s safety, and seeing the tiger’s attack, a decisive and fierce determination flashed in his eyes.
That gaze seed to be able to intimidate the tiger.
He swiftly drew the Celestial Frost Blade, the blade’s cold gleam cutting a cold and deadly arc through the dense fog.
With a mighty shout like a great bell, his voice reverberated through the valley, he imdiately executed an extrely ferocious sword technique.
The blade’s aura surged and radiated all around, like a brilliant lightning tearing through the fog, slicing swiftly towards the tiger.
"Crack!" The tiger failed to dodge, being severely struck by Shi Feiyang’s sword filled with fury and power, letting out a tragic howl, and collapsed loudly. Blood gushed like a fountain, instantly dyeing the surrounding pristine snow an alarming crimson.
Shi Feiyang didn’t pause, gently setting Yili down, then embraced the tiger’s massive body with both hands.
He leaned slightly forward, placing his lips directly near the tiger’s neck, drinking the hot blood without hesitation.
The hot blood flowed down his throat, as if he was unaware of the bloodiness, his mind harbored only one thought, to win survival for himself and Yili. As much blood as the tiger spilled, Shi Feiyang drank equally, until the tiger’s blood gradually dried up.
Afterward, Shi Feiyang hurriedly gathered dry branches around.
The dry branches in the mountains were buried under snow, he could only pull away the snow bit by bit to find them.
After painstakingly gathering enough dry branches, he ignited them using the Fire Stick he carried, piling up a bonfire.
The dancing flas dispelled so of the piercing cold and thick darkness, bringing a precious breath of life to this icy, dead world.
Then, he took out a spare tent from the invisible deerskin bag around his waist.
In the raging wind, he struggled to set up the tent, his hands red and numb from the cold wind, yet his movents showed no signs of stopping.
Inside the tent, Shi Feiyang gently placed Yili on the soft bedding.
He picked up the sharp blade, cut the tiger at, and roasted it over the fire.
Before long, the aroma of the tiger at spread, extraordinarily tempting in this ice and snow.
Shi Feiyang tore the roasted tiger at into small pieces, patiently feeding them to Yili bit by bit. However, Yili didn’t react, her jaws clenched shut.
Shi Feiyang was filled with anxiety, knowing well that Yili urgently needed to regain her strength.
Thus, he carefully pried open Yili’s jaws, so gentle as if afraid of hurting her, feeding the tiger at into her mouth bit by bit.
Imdiately, Shi Feiyang took out the valuable pills: "Lesser Returning Pill," "Great Returning Pill," "Soul Gathering Pill," "Soul Reviving Pill," and "Heart-Protecting Pill."
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