Cold Clouds

On a sunny day, Song Hanyun sat next to Qin Feng, drinking tea quietly.

"Isn't this tea good?" Qin Feng smiled and lay on the recliner, enjoying the lazy time. He seemed to be talking to himself, or to Song Hanyun. "This is the tea bought from Qianyunfang. It is of first-class quality."

"Indeed..." Song Hanyun whispered, as if thinking about something, "Master, Mid-Autumn Festival is..."

"Ah, Mid-Autumn Festival... It's Lin Xiaoxiao's birthday, right?" Qin Feng took a sip of tea and said in a light tone, "It just so happens that they are holding a Mid-Autumn Festival celebration. The fireworks should be very beautiful, right? I wonder if there will be one this year..."

"That?" Song Hanyun looked at Qin Feng in confusion.

"Ah, it's a mixture of powdered scales from the wings of the Snow Demon Butterfly King and gunpowder. It's very beautiful. It's not an exaggeration to say it's the most beautiful firework," Qin Feng thought. "It is said that from a special angle you can see the Snow Demon Butterfly taking off, but that angle is different every time. If you want to know, you have to ask a craftsman who has been making fireworks for a long time."

"Oh, by the way, why don't you go ask Luo Qin from Qianyunfang if they have any Snow Demon Butterfly fireworks." Qin Feng suggested.

Song Hanyun looked at the sky and was silent for a while.

"Ah."

Song Hanyun left after drinking his tea. Qin Feng took a sip of tea, looked at Song Hanyun's back, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Well, let him be.

"Are you looking for old man Luo Qin? Wait a moment..." Song Hanyun came to Qianyunfang and asked the owner about Luo Qin's whereabouts. The owner knew that the visitor was a disciple of Yunjian Sect and respectfully agreed.

After Song Hanyun waited in the room for a while, the back door was opened and an old man with a cane slowly walked in.

"It was Old Qin who asked you to come, right?" The old man named Luo Qin smiled as he sat opposite Song Hanyun. "You came here for the Snow Demon Butterfly Fireworks, right?"

"It's a pity that we don't even have the Snow Demon Butterfly Fireworks, let alone the Snow Demon Butterfly King's scale powder," Luo Qin sighed. "The Snow Demon Butterfly is a rare monster, and the Snow Demon Butterfly King is even rarer among the rare."

"The Snow Demon Butterfly can only appear in the heart of the Arctic Ice Field. It is becoming increasingly difficult to find it now..."

Song Hanyun listened and suddenly said, "I can go find it."

"Oh?" Luo Qin seemed a little surprised. "Although the Snow Demon Butterfly King's combat power is not strong, it is at least a demon beast in the late stage of the Spiritualization Stage."

"Hmm..." Song Hanyun pondered for a moment, "Then I will transcend the tribulation."

"Ah?" A trace of confusion flashed across Luo Qin's eyes, and then he heard the sound of lightning and thunder coming from outside.

"Go out and cross!"

"Feel sorry......"

As the son of destiny, Song Hanyun overcame the tribulation easily and was able to set off the next day.

"Hey," Luo Qin looked at Song Hanyun who was about to leave and reminded him again, "You've just entered the Spiritual Transformation stage and you're going to challenge the late Spiritual Transformation stage. Are you sure you can do it?"

"No problem," Song Hanyun smiled, "I am the son of destiny."

“Kid! Take this! It’s very difficult to survive in the Arctic Ice Field without an Ice Spiritual Root. This pill can allow you to simulate an Ice Spiritual Root within two days.” Luo Qin threw a pill towards Song Hanyun’s back and shouted, “If you really bring it back, I’ll teach you how to make it…”

"Snow Demon Butterfly Fireworks."

Song Hanyun turned around, took the pill, nodded, and flew away on his sword.

"Would you like to persuade him? Or go and help?" Luo Qin asked. Suddenly, a figure appeared beside him. It was Qin Feng. "Are you so relieved?"

"Well," Qin Feng chuckled, "My disciples are very reliable, don't worry."

It took half a day for Song Hanyun to reach the edge of the Arctic ice field.

It was really bone-chillingly cold, and the protective spiritual power was completely useless... Song Hanyun frowned, swallowed the pill given by Luo Qin, and felt a lot better.

It really works. Song Hanyun felt the ice spiritual power emerging in his body, clenched his fist, and looked at the white ice field.

Exhaling a breath of white air, Song Hanyun took a step forward.

It's time to go.

At this time, in the capital of Southern Xinjiang Kingdom, Lin Xiaoxiao was sighing to the sky.

"Floating life," Lin Xiaoxiao said weakly, "isn't it over yet?"

"My Lord, there are still fourteen regions of people who have not come to see you yet," Fusheng said as he put away the things sent by the people who had immigrated to the Southern Border Kingdom. "Please be patient."

What's going on? How long have I been away? It's fine if they built so many cities all at once, but where did all these residents come from?

Moreover, the city has not been completed yet, and there are so many people moving in...

It's scary.

The lower world is divided into two continents, east and west, and there are many islands in the rest. Except for the areas managed by upright monks and the territories of demons, the continents are basically disorderly places. Fusheng recruited those people from the disorderly places.

As a result, there was such a large group of people.

Lin Xiaoxiao was helpless. With such a large piece of land and so many people, she would not be able to approve all the memorials.

Wow, I really want to run away. Lin Xiaoxiao looked at the offerings piled up like a small mountain on the side, looking somewhat helpless.

I sent so many things over here, but I can't use them...

Forget it, leave him alone. Lin Xiaoxiao held her chin in her hand and watched Fusheng move in another box of things.

What is that? Red fruit? Eat one...

"My Lord, these are insect eggs," Fusheng saw Lin Xiaoxiao picking up the tomato-shaped thing from the box and trying to chew it but failing to bite it off. After a moment of silence, he said, "Aren't you going to use your mental power?"

Who is using mental scanning in their own home... Lin Xiaoxiao smacked her lips, feeling helpless as she looked at the red, juicy-looking insect egg.

That’s not right. I seem to have been scanning with my mental power all the time... This thing doesn’t look like a living thing. It doesn’t have any life at all.

Fusheng put down the box and spoke again: "This dried insect egg is a top-quality medicinal material, used to stop bleeding."

I see... No wonder there's nothing in this box... Wait a minute, there's movement.

Under Fusheng's puzzled gaze, Lin Xiaoxiao walked to the box and took out an insect egg.

"Is this...alive? Its vitality is too weak, I didn't even notice it..." Fusheng came closer to the eggs, looking a little surprised, "But this kind of insect called the red moon moth can only be used as a medicinal material, do you want to keep it?"

"Can it reproduce as one?" Lin Xiaoxiao asked with narrowed eyes.

"Of course they can...but the breeding environment is rather harsh. It has to be in an extremely hot desert." Fusheng was stunned for a moment and replied.

"Then keep it." Lin Xiaoxiao said with a smile.

Desert? You can create one.

At this time, Song Hanyun came to an iceberg and saw a snow-white butterfly.

Found it, the Snow Demon Butterfly.