Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 5: Departure to the Far North (Please read on... monthly tickets... recommendation tickets... favorites)
The breathtakingly gorgeous ice-blue wings unfurled with a roar, each feather meticulously crafted as if from the finest blue crystal, its edges gleaming with a sharp, cold light.

Inside, it seems to contain ancient ice, radiating an extreme chill that chills the heart and a dazzling icy blue halo.

With a gentle flap of its enormous wings, terrifying icy power and spatial fluctuations instantly spread out.

Under this force, the entire dilapidated hut was like a fragile piece of glass. The thatched structure of the walls and roof groaned under the strain, and frost covered and eroded it at a visible speed, as if it would turn into a sky full of ice crystal dust in the next second!
However, Xue Qinglan precisely controlled this power, which was enough to destroy mountains and shatter peaks, limiting its effects to only her and Ling Han's bodies.

The next moment, the solid and magnificent ice crystal phoenix flapped its wings, and with the two people on its back, it transformed into an ice-blue comet that tore through the air, crashing through the already dilapidated thatched roof without any hindrance, and soaring straight into the sky!

Boom!

The thatched hut collapsed completely under the shockwave of the ice phoenix leaving the ground, turning into a ruin covered with a thick layer of ice.

On the ground, in Holy Soul Village.

The villagers felt the sky above them suddenly darken, and a terrifying chill, penetrating to the bone and seemingly freezing their souls, swept across the village without warning, instantly covering the summer heat.

Everyone involuntarily shivered and looked up in horror.

All that could be seen was a streak of icy blue light, like a javelin thrown by a god, piercing the sky at incredible speed and disappearing instantly at the distant northern horizon.

All that remained was a huge ice hole that had suddenly appeared where Ling Han's thatched hut had been, and a thick layer of white frost that had rapidly formed on the surrounding houses.

Old Village Chief Jack rubbed his eyes, which ached from the cold, and stared blankly at the sky: "Just now...did a...huge ice bird fly by? Good heavens..."

Inside the blacksmith's shop, Tang Hao, who was wielding a heavy iron hammer, suddenly stopped.

His eyes, which had been cloudy and seemingly indifferent to everything, suddenly shot out a sharp, sword-like glint, instantly piercing through the roof's obstruction and locking onto the direction in which the icy blue light had disappeared in the north.

His weathered brows furrowed tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand gripping the hammer bulged slightly. A storm raged in his heart: "Such a pure and vast ice attribute aura... a Title Douluo!"

"And he's a Title Douluo with a top-tier beast spirit! How could he appear in this remote Holy Soul Village? Could it be... that he's here for me? Or..." A deep worry and vigilance flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, Ling Han soars thousands of meters above the ground.

His small body pressed tightly against the smooth yet icy back of the ice phoenix, his hands gripping tightly the phoenix feathers in front of him, which were as hard as giant icicles and exuded a chilling aura.

The fierce gale was like a billion icy blades. Even though the pale blue shield formed by Xue Qinglan's soul power weakened most of its power, the remaining penetrating force still made his cheeks sting, his ears ring, and his breath feel like it was being pierced by ice shards.

Beneath my feet lies a vast, receding, and blurry landscape.

Majestic mountains have become undulating hills, winding rivers have shrunk into shimmering silver lines, and vast forests have transformed into green carpets of varying shades.

The intense dizziness and weightlessness from being thousands of meters high assaulted his senses like waves.

Each elegant yet powerful flap of the Ice Phoenix's wings brought noticeable turbulence and airflow vibrations, causing his body to sway involuntarily.

"Wow—oh—! Awesome! So awesome! Is this what flying feels like?!"

The initial, overwhelming excitement made Ling Han forget all his discomfort. Facing the raging wind, he shouted excitedly, his voice torn apart by the wind, "Sister Xue! Faster! Faster! Let the wind be stronger! Let the earth tremble beneath our feet!" He opened his arms as if to embrace the entire sky, shouting an ambitious cry to the endless northern firmament:

"The far north! My first spirit ring! Here I come—!"

However, the youthful ambition could not withstand the test of the laws of physics and the limits of this tender body that had not yet been strengthened by spirit rings.

After the initial few minutes of exhilaration, the real and continuous impact of high-speed flight began to relentlessly feed back into his body.

The biting wind was relentless and penetrating; even with a protective shield, the chill seemed to seep through the skin and into the bone marrow.

His exposed cheeks and the backs of his hands quickly became cold and even numb.

The dizzying height beneath his feet and the blurry scenery rushing past constantly challenged his sense of balance and visual nerves, bringing waves of nausea and dizziness.

Each powerful flap of the Ice Phoenix's wings felt like a small jolt, shaking his internal organs as if they were being jolted.

Ling Han subconsciously shrank her neck, trying to bury her face in a collar that wasn't even there.

Her rosy cheeks had just faded, and she looked rather pale.

That confident and triumphant demeanor vanished, replaced by a tense feeling of barely suppressed discomfort—reality had poured a bucket of icy water from thousands of meters above his "graduation trip" on him.

Cold, a bone-chilling cold (although he had awakened an ice-attribute martial soul, the body was still weak due to long-term malnutrition, and his control over his own martial soul power was still at the most rudimentary stage, so he was unable to effectively mobilize his soul power to resist the extreme low temperature at high altitudes for a long time).

He gripped the few cold, hard phoenix feathers that were almost freezing his fingers tightly. His knuckles turned white from the excessive force, and his small body trembled slightly uncontrollably from the turbulence and bone-chilling cold brought by the high-speed flight. This time, he was not faking it; he was really struggling to hold on and felt like a leaf that could be torn apart by a gale at any moment.

[Ding! Host's physical condition detected: Weak basic constitution, mild altitude sickness, and low efficiency of soul power for cold protection. Recommendation: Find a stable support point and hold on tight! Reduce the area affected by wind resistance and slow down the rate of body heat loss.]

The system's notification sound was like a lighthouse in the darkness, instantly igniting a "light bulb of inspiration" in Ling Han's mind!
Hold on tight to... a stable support?

Ling Han's gaze, flickering with a hint of longing for warmth and a touch of guilty conscience, involuntarily shifted from the few cold, sharp feathers to the distance ahead—

That elegant figure sat gracefully at the perfect junction of the ice phoenix's long neck and broad back.

Xue Qinglan stood tall and straight, her silver hair flying like a waterfall in the gale, her ice-blue dress clinging to her body and outlining her perfect curves.

Like an ancient, unchanging statue of an ice goddess, it is firmly rooted on the phoenix's back, remaining steadfast despite howling winds and turbulent air currents.

Her slender yet terrifyingly powerful waist, the slightly taut lines of her back as she focused on controlling the flight... to Ling Han's senses, which were currently being invaded by cold and dizziness, undoubtedly exuded a fatal attraction called "stability" and "warmth" (psychologically).

Hug...lift him up?

This thought grew wildly in my mind, which was numb from the cold.

(End of this chapter)