Don't be afraid, fairy, I'm blind

Chapter 350 Snow Mastiff Hero!
"where is it?"

You Su asked subconsciously, but the old man didn't hide anything. He nodded slightly:
"Right in that snowstorm."

"They didn't take it out?" You Su was a little surprised when he heard that.

"That's right." The clan leader nodded, "Perhaps someone has discovered the clues and is afraid to take out the divine stones, so they have been hiding them there, waiting for the right time to take them away."

"Wait for thirty years?" You Su shook his head. "Then he should have asked someone to quietly move the Divine Brilliance Stone back instead of hiding it. In my opinion, the reason they left the Divine Brilliance Stone there is simply because they found that the control of this thing was too strict and they couldn't do anything with it, so they just threw it into the wind and snow."

You Su's speculation is not without reason. The fact that these people could set their sights on the Shenhui Stone that maintains the safety of all living beings in the five continents is enough to show that they are all rotten people who have no sense of responsibility and only care about their own interests.

But when the benefits cannot be realized, the God Brilliance Stone becomes a particularly hot potato and will definitely be thrown away. It is simply a fantasy to expect them to return the God Brilliance Stone to its original path.

"No." The old man shook his head firmly, "Because someone has been guarding there, I said they must have hidden the Divine Brilliance Stone there. But I really don't know why they did this..."

You Su nodded slightly when he heard this. He looked at the old man with raised eyes:

"How long have you been looking?"

The old man's withered body trembled a little:

“I’ve lived to this day just to find them.”

Thirty years of exile brought nothing but regret and helplessness about that snowstorm.

The clan leader lay prone on the ground, his body completely submissive, but his head was held high, his eyes burning hot.

Like his tribe members, he had his spiritual altar destroyed. Without any cultivation, he had lived in this icy and snowy land for thirty years. His companions at the time had died one after another in the wind and snow, but he had persisted until today just to wash away his past sins.

One misstep can lead to eternal regret. You Su was silent. He was neither sympathetic nor angry, but just sighed:

"What's the name of your sect?"

"Snow Mastiff Sect." The old man was melancholy, and the hot air he exhaled hung in the air.

You Su raised an eyebrow, he didn't expect that someone would use a dog's name as the name of a sect.

Among the famous immortal sects such as Xuanxiao Sect and Jianlong Palace, a name like Xuemao Sect seems to be an outlier.

The old man looked up at the bright sun in the sky. There were few clouds in the Arctic, and the sunlight was not warm but very strong, enough to turn a person's skin dark and yellow.

He had long been accustomed to this kind of sun. His appearance had changed greatly in the past thirty years, but he was powerless to stop it, just like he was powerless to stop this changing world...

In the past, the carriages in Beiaozhou were slow, the roads were long and blocked, and there was ice and snow that penetrated the bones. Those letters, those gifts, those friendships... these important things would be buried by the heavy snow before they could pass through the heavy ice and snow and reach the hands of another person.

The old man's name is Chen Yi, and he is the leader of the Snow Mastiff Sect. The original purpose of this small sect was to travel through the snowy Beiaozhou and bring hope to those who hesitated in the snow. And the grateful smiles of these people are the only reward collected by the people of the Snow Mastiff Sect. They are like snow mastiffs, anonymous and selfless, just to make Beiaozhou a little warmer, so they named it after this.

But as the times change, Beiaozhou seems to be no longer so cold, and people have more and more ways to deal with the wind and snow, and more and more measures to deliver important things. Even many places no longer use snow mastiffs to transport goods, but use more efficient crystals or formations to drive vehicles.

An existence like the Snow Mastiff Sect was gradually marginalized just like the snow mastiffs themselves, to the point that it almost lost the meaning of its existence.

Children of the new era are no longer afraid of ice and snow. So many effective magical instruments to keep out the cold have allowed Beiaozhou to develop rapidly. Beautiful cities like those in the prosperous continents spread from the south coast of Beiaozhou all the way to the north, like a spring breeze sweeping across this island of ice and snow.

The number of people who joined the Snow Mastiff Sect with great enthusiasm was decreasing rapidly, to the point that the art of traveling in the snow was almost lost. The old stubborn people of the Snow Mastiff Sect could only take in and raise those children who were abandoned on snowy nights. They gathered together to practice, with the purpose of helping those who were weaker.

But Chen Yi could not accept the complete decline of the sect. The inexplicable blizzard in the Arctic snowfield was an opportunity for the Xuemao Sect to stand up again. He began to bring the things that the bigwigs needed across the snowfield. He enjoyed it very much, as if he experienced the joy of the ancestors helping those who were helpless in front of the ice and snow. By the way, he also received a generous reward, not just a grateful smile.

The Shenhui Stone was their last order, and the huge sense of guilt made him realize that he had gradually deviated from his purpose. The Snow Mastiff was the one who brought hope and warmth to the confused people in the snowstorm, and the house dogs were the ones that the big guys could call and go at will.

'After this last order, I will stop and use the money we earn to help more people trapped by the snowstorm! '

This is how Chen Yi persuaded himself, but such self-persuasion was no less than self-deception.

By the time he realized that he had gone against the intentions of the Snow Mastiff, it was too late. His spiritual altar was destroyed, and he and other people in the sect were prepared by the bigwigs to be scapegoats - the porters became thieves.

He regretted it immensely, and the guilt of bringing shame to the Snow Mastiff clan instantly crushed his waist. But he had to lead the people of the clan to survive until the Divine Brilliance Stone was put back in its place, because this was the only way he could think of to redeem the Snow Mastiff's name.

But surviving in the Arctic snowfield was much harder than expected, not to mention that they were mortals whose cultivation had been abolished. Fortunately, even the evil spirits hated the severe cold of the Arctic, or they had not yet discovered a gap here. In short, there were very few evil spirits coming ashore from here, and most of them were really blocked by the blizzard on this side of the snowfield.

The evil spirits are not interested in mortals, but occasionally they will give alms to worshippers, and of course they also need to collect some rewards. There is an unwritten rule in the tribe that dying people can offer their own flesh and blood to exchange for some precious food from the evil spirits.

Their determination to cleanse their sins made them particularly resolute, and these evil spirits could not shake their faith at all. They have persisted to this day relying on hunting and occasional unexpected gains.

"What about the fawn? If I'm not mistaken, the fawn was the sacrifice you prepared for it under the snowy mountain that day, right?"

You Su's voice was cold and gloomy, as if he would raise his sword and strike the old man if he told him anything false.

Xiaolu stared blankly at the old man and You Su, then she turned her head and looked at her mother and father who were crawling on the ground.

Both mother and father shed tears at this time, but the hot tears quickly turned dry in the cold wind. The little deer didn't know why, but he felt a pain in his heart and his brain was blank.

"The little deer... should have died a long time ago..."

The old man lowered his head, his voice old and guilty.

As soon as the words fell, the deer's petite body shook, as if it was frozen in place.

"The little deer died young. She was dying when she was born. She definitely couldn't survive the polar night. We worship the evil god only in exchange for food. But the little deer's grandparents broke the rules. They used their own lives to exchange for the little deer's survival. Then the two old people became the evil's followers and left here with the evil. Before leaving, they blamed themselves for being incompetent and only worthy of giving the little deer thirteen years of life..."

"We have always hoped to give the little deer a happy time, so we just treated it as an unspoken secret. As the thirteen years are about to be up, the little deer's father and mother are pregnant with a new child..." At this point, the old man was no longer able to say anything, and bursts of sobbing could be heard from the silent crowd. Those were the cries of the little deer's father and mother.

The emotions conveyed in the crying are complex and obscure, which makes people sad.

The little deer stood there in a daze as if she had lost her soul, and the wind and snow seemed like they would blow her away at any time.

You Su could guess the reason why the latter part was not finished. Sending dying people to exchange for resources was the rule for this group of people to survive. The elderly, the young and even the children were no exceptions to this rule. Moreover, the sacrifice of the deer could give the unborn child a little hope of survival.

You Su just felt that he could not judge whether these events were good or bad, everything had a reason.

Snow is such a pure thing, but if you look closely, you will find that each piece of snow has a complex structure, just like the complex world created on the snow.

He looked around. The dilapidated tents, the ragged tribesmen, and the hope and despair flashing in their eyes formed a desolate and tragic scene.

The north wind, carrying snowflakes, whistled across this bitterly cold land, as if mocking the fate of these exiles.

The old man took a deep breath, as if gathering up his courage, "The Divine Brilliant Stone means a lot to us. It represents the mistakes we made, and we want to atone for our sins..." He paused, his voice choking, "As long as we can return the Divine Brilliant Stone to its original place, we will die without regrets..."

The little deer regained consciousness, but the complicated events that happened to her almost broke down the little girl's psychological defenses. She covered her face and ran away in an instant.

The deer's parents quickly climbed up and chased after their sensible daughter. The husband also reminded his wife to be careful of the baby in her belly.

The sad and helpless atmosphere infected other people. A young woman held her child and cried silently. The child was young and didn't understand what was happening. He just held the corner of his mother's clothes tightly.

You Su looked at them with mixed feelings. He had originally just wanted to leave this desolate land as soon as possible, but he was unexpectedly involved in the fate of these exiles.

"I can help you retrieve the Divine Brilliance Stone," You Su's voice sounded particularly clear in the wind and snow, "but in exchange, you must help me cross the blizzard."

The old man raised his head suddenly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Really? Master Immortal, are you really willing to help us?"

"Why are you so sure that I can help you?" You Su asked doubtfully. He was still upset about the group of people trying to assassinate him.

Of course, the old man also thought of this level. He crawled forward and buried his head deeply in the snow.

"You are not from Beiaozhou, you are from... from the sea where there is no divine stone blocking it..."

Upon hearing this, You Su quietly clenched the bowl in his hand, but quickly let go.

Obviously, the only thing that could crawl out of the sea is a monster.

Before killing the monster, the old man chose to believe him.

"I told you, I'm not a god," You Su's tone was still cold, but his eyes softened a little, "My name is You Su."

"You Su...Master!" The old man was so excited that he was a little incoherent.

"Then let's talk about how to cross the snowstorm."

You Su walked to the fire, sat down cross-legged, and motioned the old man to come over. "I can't finish such a big pot of venison soup by myself. Drink it while it's hot, don't waste it."

The patriarch raised his head tremblingly, his eyes were no longer cloudy, nor were they filled with burning earnestness, but had become much softer. It was obvious that he was grateful to the young man in front of him from the bottom of his heart.

The tribesmen also gathered around. Originally they were just fellow disciples of the same sect, but thirty years of knowing each other and living together made them become members of the same clan.

The clan leader sorted out his thoughts, walked up to You Su, pointed at a vast expanse of white in the distance and said, "That blizzard is not an ordinary snowstorm. It is more like a barrier that blocks all creatures that try to cross it."

There is a vast expanse of white in the distance, like a giant beast that devours everything, which is daunting.

"When our ancestors lived, the North Ao Continent was full of such rough snowstorms. They studied for hundreds of years before they found a breathing method that allowed them to survive in such conditions, called 'Snow Breathing'."

The old man explained and demonstrated at the same time.

He took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. The gas he exhaled did not turn into white mist, but quickly dissipated into the air.

"The key to snow breathing is to absorb the air between the snowflakes. This air is thinner than ordinary air, but also purer, and can resist the erosion of blizzards."

He exhaled slowly, pointing at the air he exhaled and said to You Su.

As if to convince You Su, he actually made an exaggerated move -

"Master You Su! Please eat first!"

After saying hello, the old man bent down and buried his entire head in the snow at his feet.

You Su almost thought that he was so depressed that he wanted to commit suicide, but when he saw that none of the tribesmen around him wanted to save the old man, he could only watch quietly.

The old man lay motionless like an ostrich in the snow. It was not until the hot soup in You Su's bowl turned cold that You Su could no longer bear to pull the old man out, fearing that his body would also become cold.

But unexpectedly, the old man was not dead and stiff, but was really breathing under the snow.

During the tribe leader's explanation, the tribe members around him had different expressions. Some were wary of Yousu, a young man of unknown origin. They whispered and looked at each other with suspicion. Some were full of hope. They hoped that Yousu could help them get back the God Stone so that they could atone for their sins and go home.

You Su drank the venison soup in one gulp and looked up at the sky covered by wind and snow.

He knew that there were more secrets hidden behind this snowy field, and he was about to step into this unknown territory.

(End of this chapter)