The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

It was almost windy and snowy here on Tang Yixin's side. The wind outside the window was howling, and the fluffy snow light shone into the house.

Tang Yixien began to try to light the fire. He walked to a place farther away from Xuan Yuran and tried to light the fire with the fire starter he brought with him, but it wouldn't light at all.

He guessed that the Ice Spirit Realm and the Water Spirit Realm were the same, both being suppressed by magic arrays.

Fire is a suppressed presence here.

Tang Yixien returned to the bed and sat down. He sat cross-legged under the layers of white gauze clothes, his body straight, just like when he was practicing every day, with the cool and self-restrained attitude that a master should have.

Unconsciously, he has become more and more like Master.

Opposite the bed sat his three disciples.

The three of them usually looked tall and handsome, but now sitting on the bed, they looked somewhat childish and cute.

Especially Sheng Qingye, who usually behaves like a eccentric and excited person, has now calmed down.

Maybe it's because it's too cold.

No, he has to find a solution quickly.

Tang Yixien thought of Youyou. He still had points, so maybe there was a way.

"Youyou..." He tried to call out in his mind.

no respond.

He felt a chill in his heart, and when he called out again.

"Lights...wait for the lights...wait for the lights..."

Tang Yixin found this voice much more pleasing to the ear.

"Host, your vital signs are normal."

"Help me see what the points can be redeemed for?"

"Sword Manual...milk tea."

"Your 'Wear It If You Don't Submit' game, the points redemption is so unoriginal, it's the same old thing over and over again."

"I'll report this to my leader."

Tang Yixin found such official and perfunctory words quite cordial.

He often heard it in his original world.

"Then exchange it for three cups of milk tea, hot and very sweet."

"Host, milk tea can only be exchanged once. Besides, is it appropriate to exchange milk tea in this situation?" Youyou thought, the milk tea was exchanged for the host.

But the three portions were obviously for Tang Yixin's disciples.

"What time is it now?" Tang Yixien said helplessly.

"OK" Youyou said smoothly.

Tang Yixin looked at the three people opposite him. They were so cold that they were quieter than usual. He felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Tang Yixin walked out of the inner room and came to the outer hall. He couldn't just conjure up three cups of milk tea out of thin air. Even if this was the world of cultivation, it was too bizarre.

Youyou exchanged three cups of milk tea for Tang Yixin, and asked him to hold on for a while while she thought of a solution and then went offline.

When Tang Yixin came back, there were three cups of tea on the tray in his hand.

Still steaming.

Sheng Qingye thought he was dazzled, just like when he saw the "cake" at the beginning.

He shook his head slightly, wondering if he was hallucinating because of the cold.

It wasn't until he took the teacup handed to him by his master and felt the heat from his fingertips that he believed it was real.

"It's too cold. I've got some drinks for you. Drink them while they're hot." Tang Yixien said in a low voice.

Jin Xiaoxiao's eyes, which were already indifferent due to the cold, suddenly brightened up for a moment. He looked at the hot tea in his hand in disbelief.

Xuan Yuran's eyes were stunned for a moment, then he asked,

"Master...Master, did you encounter a demon? What did you exchange with him?"

Tang Yixien looked at Xuan Yuran's slightly clear eyes, and always felt that his train of thought was really strange.

How did it get involved with the demons?

"No, I brought it from my master's spirit storage bag, just in case." Tang Yixin's ability to fool his disciples is getting stronger and stronger.

Jin Xiaoxiao looked at the teacup in his hand with some suspicion. He had never seen it before, so it was no wonder that Xuan Yuran suspected that it was something from the demon clan.

The heat went down from my throat and my body instantly felt warmer.

Although Sheng Qingye still felt that it was very sweet, it was not choking and it was still very delicious.

Xuan Yuran took a sip and then asked,

"Master, I have never tasted this tea before. What kind of tea is this? I will learn to make it next time."

Tang Yixien smiled faintly, he would never be able to drink it again.

After drinking milk tea, the three of them regained some strength and sat quietly by the wall again.

Inside the snow house, silence fell again.

Tang Yixien sat opposite the three of them, closing his eyes and resting his mind, watching his breathing steady. In fact, he was thinking of a solution.

He could continue in this icy and snowy place, but his three disciples couldn't.

Cold can sometimes be fatal, and it can slowly solidify everything around it.

Let everything return to silence.

This may be the terrifying thing about the Ice Spirit Realm.

He found that as long as he circulated his wind-type spiritual power a little bit and adjusted his breathing, his body would feel warm.

He guessed that the magic array of the Ice Spirit Realm suppressed the spiritual power of all cultivators.

However, the only thing he didn't take into account was his wind spiritual root, which meant that he might be immune.

It was like the barrier of Lingyu Mountain was shattered by him. It turned out that rarity also has its benefits.

Suddenly, Jin Xiaoxiao's soft voice came from the silence, "Sheng Qingye, how are you?"

"Shh!" Sheng Qingye put his frozen hands to his lips and shook his head slightly. His eyes were half-closed and he was too sleepy to open them.

Sheng Qingye was afraid that Tang Yixien would worry. He felt that he might not be able to survive this time.

However, fortunately, Master was fine, so he felt at ease.

After a while, Sheng Qingye felt even more sleepy, his consciousness began to blur, as if he had fallen into a black hole and was slowly sinking.

The snow house fell into thick silence again, like an unbreakable dead silence.

All I could hear was the sound of extremely light breathing, which came and went, as if it would disappear at any moment.

Tang Yixin slowly opened his eyes and heard the conversation between Sheng Qingye and Jin Xiaoxiao.

He looked at the three disciples opposite him.

The snow light filtered through the window, diffusing in patches and shining on the faces of the three people. Each of them was handsome in his or her own way, like people in exquisite paintings.

Tang Yixin suddenly remembered the day when he first saw them, those lively and energetic young men.

He stood up and walked in front of the three people, looking at them sleeping. Looking closely, he could see that their faces were so pale that they had lost all their human color.

Tang Yixien felt a pang of pain in his heart.

He saw that there was already a layer of white frost on Sheng Qingye's long eyelashes. Listening carefully, he could tell that his breathing was extremely weak, as if it was about to disappear at any moment.

His heart suddenly twitched, as if something suddenly rushed out of his blood, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

Is it already so serious?

In a panic, he hurriedly checked Jin Xiaoxiao and Xuan Yuran's breathing. Their breathing was relatively stable. Although not much better, it was better than Sheng Qingye's.

Tang Yixin is not a doctor, but he knows that this won't work.

At this point, nothing else mattered, he decided to try it with his own body temperature.

He half-knelt in front of Sheng Qingye, his snow-white clothes falling to his sides as he moved. He put his arms around Sheng Qingye's waist, wanting to hold him in his arms.

Sheng Qingye was already unconscious, and he didn't even know that Tang Yixien was holding him.

Tang Yixuan didn't even pick him up.

He didn't expect the wolf cub to be so heavy, so he picked it up again with force.

With a fluttering sound.

Sheng Qingye was carried forward unconsciously, pressing Tang Yixien under him.