I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

Seeing the worry in Luo Yang's eyes, Mingchuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "No need, I have almost recovered now, and I should have no problem dealing with this thing."

"By the way, how long is the mission deadline?"

"Half a month." Seeing his indifferent expression, Luo Yang had to add, "If you encounter danger, don't try to hold on. Send a message back in time."

"Okay." Mingchuan nodded generously and agreed.

Just as he was about to leave with the mission scroll, he saw Zhao Hu rushing in with a cloth bag in his hand.

"Junior Brother Ziang! I heard you accepted the mission? Take me with you! I just broke through to the late stage of foundation building, so it's a good time to try my hand!"

Before Mingchuan could say anything, three little kids, Chen Shu, Jinwa and Yaya, also ran over from a distance.

"Brother Ziang, we want to go with you too!" Yaya's voice was sweet.

Mingchuan frowned and raised his hand to block the three children from running towards him.

"No, you are all only in the Qi training stage now. It will be very dangerous to follow me."

"Just stay in the sect with Brother Zhao Hu."

Zhao Hu was stunned when he heard the last part: "You won't take me with you?"

Mingchuan nodded: "This mission is very dangerous..."

"You have to bring me along because it's dangerous!" Zhao Hu interrupted him.

Seeing this, Luo Yang, who was standing nearby, stepped forward to advise: "Zhao Hu is right, Ziang, you still need someone to help you, so that you can be absolutely safe."

"Just let Zhao Hu follow you."

Mingchuan was helpless. Seeing that Zhao Hu and Luo Yang were both trying so hard to persuade him, he could only nod and agree.

"Alright. But, Yaya, you three can't leave now. Just rest well in the sect. I'll take you out for simple missions later."

A trace of loneliness appeared on the faces of the three children, but they finally nodded in agreement.

"Okay, then Brother Ziang, be careful on your journey."

"Yeah." Mingchuan sent the children back, packed up, and set off directly with Zhao Hu.

As soon as the two of them left the Qingcheng Yufa Sect's mountain gate, Mingchuan's spiritual sense detected two strange auras following three miles behind them.

The breath carried the unique chalcedony fragrance of Jinling Pavilion, and it was definitely not someone sent by Su Hongzhen.

He was afraid that the people in Jinling Pavilion would bear a grudge against him for killing their Holy Son again, so they sent people to follow him secretly.

But this time they were well aware of the disgusting things that Jian Yue had done by colluding with the evil cultivators, so their sect did not dare to cause trouble.

I can only follow him secretly and look for an opportunity to kill him.

Mingchuan sneered and rolled his eyes.

Can he give these people a chance?

Forget it.

He paused slightly, touched Zhao Hu's arm calmly, and lowered his voice: "Don't look back, there are people from Jinling Pavilion following you."

Zhao Hu was stunned for a moment, then reacted and continued, "Jinling Pavilion? Why are they here? Are they here to steal the Cold Marrow Crystal as well?"

While saying this, he cooperated with Mingchuan with his feet and deliberately walked towards the rocky slope on the left.

Mingchuan shook his head: "No, I killed their new Holy Son in the Demon Abyss before."

"What?" Zhao Hu was so shocked that he almost screamed and quickly covered his mouth.

Mingchuan briefly told him what had happened, and Zhao Hu immediately became very angry.

"Jian Yue deserves to die! How dare their sect come and cause trouble? I'm going to tear them apart with my bare hands!"

Mingchuan pressed his shoulders and said, "Calm down, don't worry. Don't forget why we came out this time. If you use up your energy beforehand, you won't have the energy to complete the big mission."

Zhao Hu could only nod: "Okay, then I'll put up with them for a while."

He quietly took out three qi-blocking talismans from his storage ring.

With a flick of spiritual power at his fingertips, the talisman paper floated silently behind him and landed in a pile of rocks.

As soon as the Qi-blocking Talisman touched the ground, it released a light grey mist that instantly enveloped an area of ​​a hundred feet.

The people behind immediately stopped.

Mingchuan took the opportunity to pull Zhao Hu and turned to go into the dense forest next to him.

The forest was full of low shrubs and winding vines. The people from Jinling Pavilion were blocked from vision by the fog, and their footsteps became noticeably more disordered.

A golden light flashed in Mingchuan's eyes: "You guys just stay here."

Zhao Hu also laughed a little.

"Brother, where are we going next?"

"Go east," Mingchuan pointed to the faintly visible mountain ridge ahead. "There's a miasma forest over there. The people from Jinling Pavilion don't dare to enter easily. Once we get out of the miasma forest and head towards the ice field, we can lose them."

"Okay." Zhao Hu agreed.

The two of them quickened their pace, choosing to go through steep slopes and dense bushes that were difficult to walk on.

After walking for about an hour, we finally saw a gray forest in front of us.

It is the miasma forest.

Mingchuan looked back and saw that the aura behind him was getting farther and farther away. It was obvious that it was confused by the qi-blocking talisman and the dense forest.

He breathed a sigh of relief, stopped, took out two Qingmi Pills from his storage ring, and handed one to Zhao Hu.

"Eat this to protect you from the miasma. Once we get through, we can completely shake them off."

"Okay." Zhao Hu took his Qingzai Pill.

After swallowing it, he followed Mingchuan into the miasma forest.

The miasma in the forest was thick and smelly, visibility was less than three feet, and even spiritual power was suppressed a little.

But both of them were careful, following the route Mingchuan had noted down earlier, avoiding poisonous vines and swamps.

It took two hours of walking before they finally emerged from the other side of the miasma forest.

At this time, the people behind had already disappeared.

Their vision suddenly became clear, Zhao Hu breathed a sigh of relief and patted Mingchuan on the shoulder.

"Junior brother, you're really smart! If it weren't for you, we might have been blocked by the people from Jinling Pavilion!"

Mingchuan smiled and said, "It's nothing, just a small matter."

"Let's go. Now that everyone has left, we should rush to the mission location."

"Okay!" Zhao Hu agreed readily and followed him around.

The two of them flew on their swords for more than three days before finally reaching an open snowfield.

The snowfield beneath my feet stretched as far as the eye could see. The cold wind blew ice chips onto my face, and even my breath was filled with white steam.

Zhao Hu quickly summoned his fire spiritual power, creating a layer of warm light around the two of them, and complained while rubbing his hands.

"Oh my god, this place is even colder than what's described in the sect's texts!"

"Junior brother, where is the Ice Pattern Beast's lair? We can't just wander around in this icy and snowy place, right?"

Mingchuan looked up at the sky. The clouds were so low that they seemed to be pressing down. Only sporadic sunlight shone through the gaps onto the snow, casting spots of reflection.

He took out the map he had taken from the task bar from the storage ring.

The map marks several dangerous places in the Arctic ice field, including the Cold Crystal Valley where ice-patterned beasts often appear.