jdhmnovel Chapter 132 Comparing people with each other makes people angry
Chapter 132 Comparing people with each other makes people angry
These people are from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
These past two days they've been slaying monsters everywhere. After finally defeating the Purple Thorn Poison Vine and passing through the formation, they found themselves in the Realm of Mystic Ice.
The moment they emerged from the formation, everyone was nearly frozen stiff. Frost instantly formed on their swords, making them too cold to hold and forcing them to temporarily put them away. Then, everyone took out the magical items they had prepared to warm themselves, but to their surprise, they had little effect! It was still cold, so cold it hurt their bones!
Their magical artifacts, which would be more than enough to keep them warm outside, are far less effective in this icy realm! The effect is negligible!
Helpless, the group could only huddle together in pairs for warmth.
Bai Xun's teeth chattered from the cold. "No...it's still...cold...so cold, so cold..."
Despite wearing an extra layer of warm magic robe, Du Nianfu was still shivering from the cold. "How could we be so...unlucky...to actually...reach the Xuanbing Realm...and the magic treasures we brought...are still useless...we're just too unlucky..."
The more she talked, the more heartbroken she became, yet she dared not cry, afraid that her tears would freeze on her face before they even fell.
The other disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect weren't much better off.
Gu Changhuai's lips had already turned blue from the cold. He had just given his warming magic item to another disciple, and although he was extremely cold, he forced himself not to show it.
Among the crowd, Ning Wanshuang was in the best condition because she had a rare cold-avoiding bead, so she only felt cold in her hands and feet.
Seeing that Gu Changhuai's face was terribly pale from the cold, Ning Wanshuang felt extremely distressed. She quickly brought the cold-repelling bead to him and pressed it tightly against his side. "Senior Brother Gu, are you alright?"
Ning Wanshuang didn't notice that the moment she touched Gu Changhuai's body, the boy's body tensed up instantly, and he almost drew his sword. Fortunately, he managed to control his physical reaction in time.
At that moment, Gu Changhuai felt the coldness gradually recede, and he felt much more relaxed. However, since men and women should not touch each other, Gu Changhuai awkwardly moved to the side and said with pursed lips, "Thank you for your concern, Junior Sister Ning. I feel much better now."
Ning Wanshuang noticed his little movements and thought he was shy. She smiled and said, "Senior Brother Gu, I have a cold-repelling pearl. You'll feel warmer if you come closer to me."
"No, this is fine."
To everyone's surprise, Gu Changhuai shook his head without hesitation, then looked at his shivering companions around him with a heavy expression in his eyes.
What should we do now?
The cold-weather gear they brought was ineffective; everyone was so frozen they could barely speak, let alone continue their journey. But if they didn't continue and find a way out, even if they didn't freeze to death, they would all be wiped out when they encountered demonic beasts!
Is it really fate that they are doomed?
At this moment, a junior sister in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had turned pale and her lips were purple from the cold, and she was starting to feel dizzy.
She was so cold, almost freezing to death, her bones ached from the cold! So cold, so painful… She wanted to go home, wanted to go home and taste her mother's fish soup. Every winter, her mother would make fish soup for her, and after drinking it, she wouldn't feel cold anymore…
Just then, a cold wind swept through, stirring up ice particles from the ground, stinging people's faces. In her daze, the junior sister suddenly caught a faint smell of fish soup...
She struggled to open her eyes, grabbed her companion's body, and spoke through trembling teeth, "Do you... smell anything...? I... I think I smell... fish soup..."
Her companion, whose nose was already stuffy from the cold and couldn't smell anything, thought she was hallucinating from the cold and frowned, saying, "Are you hallucinating from the cold? It's freezing cold, where did you get fish soup?"
Before the junior sister could speak, someone else exclaimed "Eh!" and then took a few steps forward, sniffing the air. "I think I smell fish soup! It smells so good..."
This disciple had a particular fondness for food since childhood. In order to enjoy delicious food before others, he developed an exceptionally sensitive nose. Therefore, he was extremely confident in his sense of smell. "That's it! It's the smell of fish soup... It smells so good..."
"real or fake?!"
"Fish soup?"
Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in uproar, everyone's eyes lit up, and even Gu Changhuai and his group were drawn to the attention.
The female disciple who said her companion was hallucinating was also stunned. She subconsciously glanced at her junior sister, then suddenly widened her eyes.
Who would have thought that her junior sister, who had just been frozen to the point of near death and was barely breathing, would now be standing up straight, sniffing around with delighted eyes, "It really does smell like fish soup! It's not an illusion! It smells so good!"
Everyone found it incredible.
Is someone actually cooking fish soup in this freezing weather? Are they really that relaxed and carefree?
Many Wanjian Sect disciples followed that disciple's example, sniffing around and getting closer to the source of the faint aroma of fish soup in the air. At this point, they no longer cared about being cold.
"That's right! It really tastes like fish soup!"
"Yes, yes, it's right ahead! It really is fish soup! It smells so good!!"
Everyone was overjoyed.
On a freezing cold day like this, how warm it would be to have a bowl of fish soup!
Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but swallow hard, wishing they could rush over and see. A gust of wind came and everyone was sobered up by the cold, and they all looked at Gu Changhuai, waiting for his response.
"Senior Brother Gu, what do we do now? Should we go and check?"
Gu Changhuai frowned in thought.
Du Nianfu couldn't help but speculate, "Senior brother, I think this is a bit strange... This Xuanbing Realm has always been fraught with danger... Ordinary ways of keeping warm... don't really work... How come someone just happens to be... cooking fish soup?"
Bai Xun disagreed with her, saying, "I think we should go and take a look. After all... besides demonic beasts... the only other thing in the Xuanbing Realm is us cultivators. Maybe those cultivators are cooking fish soup to ward off the cold. Even if they have ulterior motives, we outnumber them and have nothing to fear..."
Ning Wanshuang agreed with Du Nianfu's point of view, but she didn't say anything. She just stared at Gu Changhuai, waiting for him to speak.
Gu Changhuai thought for a moment and decided that instead of passively guessing, it would be better to take the initiative, so he said, "Let's go take a look..."
Although he also found it a bit strange to cook fish soup in this mysterious ice realm, he saw the longing in his junior brothers and sisters' eyes and decided not to discourage them.
Now that the eldest disciple had spoken, the disciple was even more excited. He disregarded everything else and hurried forward, saying, "I'll go see who's cooking fish soup, and while I'm at it, I'll ask if they can share some with us..."
After saying that, he quickened his pace.
The other disciples also ran after them, quickly catching up with the disciples in front, while Gu Changhuai and his close disciples, along with Ning Wanshuang, followed slowly behind.
The further they went, the clearer the disciples could smell the rich fish soup, making their mouths water.
But when they arrived nearby and saw the four people drinking soup, they were stunned.
In the snow-covered landscape, a waist-high alchemy furnace stood before the tent, seemingly simmering something inside, bubbling and releasing a rich aroma of fish soup. Behind the furnace, Su Luo and her three companions sat inside the tent, chatting and sipping soup, their faces radiating happiness and comfort.
These disciples: ...
It turned out to be acquaintances! These guys were cooking fish soup here!
Before long, Gu Changhuai and his group arrived. When they saw Chu Wenqing and his three companions, they were all dumbfounded, their mouths twitching.
"How... is it them?"
Are these people here for training or for sightseeing?! How come they're so relaxed?! In this cold environment, let alone being shivering from the cold, you can even see thin beads of sweat on the foreheads of those four people!
Comparing them to others is truly infuriating!