dkrc Chapter 83 It's a miracle I survived.
Chapter 83 It's a miracle I survived.
At the entrance to the Eternal Night Ice Cave, Han Laosan was pacing anxiously back and forth.
He kept glancing at the dark cave entrance, his eyes filled with worry.
The old immortal and his young brother have been inside for almost an hour, and there hasn't been a sound from inside.
This godforsaken place, according to the legends he'd heard since childhood, was a place where once you entered, you never came out.
He is now filled with regret and fear.
What I regret is that I was so bewitched that I agreed to bring them to this dangerous place for the sake of that Fire Dragon Gallbladder.
If something really happened to the old immortal and the young man inside, his conscience would never be at peace for the rest of his life.
What he feared was that if the "ice demon" inside escaped, he would be the first to perish.
"May God protect us, may the mountain god protect us, please don't let anything happen..."
Han Laosan rubbed his hands together, muttering to himself.
The dozen or so sled dogs beside him seemed to sense the eeriness of the place and their master's unease. They all lay down in the snow, tails between their legs, whimpering softly, not daring to breathe loudly.
The wind and snow were getting heavier, and the wind felt like knives cutting into my face.
As time went by, Han Laosan's heart sank little by little.
Just when he was almost in despair, wondering whether he should go back to call for help or simply run away for his life.
Finally, there was some movement at that dark entrance.
A figure staggered out from inside.
"Old Immortal!"
When Han Laosan saw the man's tattered Taoist robe, he was overjoyed and rushed to greet him.
However, as he approached, the joy on his face instantly froze.
The old Celestial Master's face was as pale as snow, his lips were purple, and his Taoist robe was stained with blood, especially his left shoulder, which was stained red.
What alarmed him most was that behind the old master, a person was being dragged along by a rope.
That person was none other than the young man who looked like a god from before, Ma Cong!
At this moment, Ma Cong's eyes were closed, and he was motionless, as if he were dead.
"Old...Old Immortal, what...what's going on?"
Han Laosan's voice trembled.
"Stop...stop talking nonsense, hurry...come and lend a hand!"
The moment the old master saw Han Laosan, the tension in his chest eased, and he almost collapsed onto the snow.
He had truly reached his limit.
Dragging an adult man out of an ice cave thousands of meters deep was nothing short of torture for the wounded soldier.
"Okay! Okay!"
Han Laosan then realized what was happening and rushed over, frantically trying to help.
"Don't touch my wound!" the old master cried out weakly.
Han Laosan quickly and carefully avoided his left shoulder and supported his swaying body from the other side.
"Young brother, he..." Han Laosan asked in a trembling voice, looking at Ma Cong who was lying motionless on the ground.
"He's not dead, he just collapsed from exhaustion," the old master said, panting. "Quick, get him onto the sled, we need to get out of this hellhole as soon as possible."
"Okay!"
Han Laosan didn't dare to ask any more questions. He first carefully helped the old master to sit down on the sled, then bent down and used the strength he had gained from hunting in the snow-capped mountains to pick up the unconscious Ma Cong.
It's so heavy!
Han Laosan's heart skipped a beat. This young man looked thin, but he was surprisingly heavy.
It took him some effort to place Ma Cong safely on the thick animal hides laid out on the sled.
After doing all this, he realized he was covered in a cold sweat, unsure whether it was from exhaustion or fear.
"Old Immortal, what exactly happened inside? That ice demon..." Han Laosan asked in a low voice as he deftly untied the sled dog's leash, preparing to set off.
"Don't ask anymore." The old master closed his eyes, leaning against the sled, his voice filled with exhaustion. "We were lucky. That thing was sealed. We only came into contact with a little bit of its leaking power, and that's how it ended up like this. This kid used desperate measures to save me and bring us out."
The old master made up a reason that was half true and half false.
He couldn't very well tell Han Laosan that they had just killed a Heavenly True Immortal who had been sealed away for ten thousand years, could he?
If I told you that, it would probably scare this honest ginseng customer to death on the spot.
"So that's how it is..."
Han Laosan was terrified, but also relieved.
Just keep it sealed, just keep it sealed.
Being able to come out alive is already incredibly lucky.
He dared not say another word, and swung the whip hard, creating a loud crack in the air.
"drive!"
As if relieved, the dozen or so sled dogs let out an excited bark, took off pulling the sleds, and ran wildly away from the eternal night ice cave without looking back.
The sled sped across the vast snowfield.
The old master leaned against the animal skin, regulating his breathing while looking at Ma Cong lying beside him, his face calm and his breathing even. He felt a mix of emotions.
Losing strength?
A desperate tactic?
He himself didn't believe the excuse he gave.
What kind of technique could allow a Nascent Soul Earth Immortal to kill a Celestial True Immortal with a single finger?
This can no longer be explained by simply working desperately.
This is a miracle!
He was now 100% certain that Ma Cong's background was far beyond his imagination.
A reincarnation of an ancient powerful being? Or some even more terrifying being?
The old master dared not think any further.
All he knew was that he owed this kid his life this time.
Moreover, he owes her an enormous life!
He glanced at the jade box containing the Netherworld Bone Tempering Flower in his storage artifact.
Although this trip to the far north almost cost me my life, I finally achieved my goal.
Now, I just hope that the kid can wake up safely.
The sled sped along, with a biting wind constantly blowing past.
Han Laosan would glance back every now and then, and only when he saw that the old master and his little brother were safe and sound did he feel a little relieved and drive the sled dogs even more diligently.
He now has only one thought in mind: to get back to his warm home as soon as possible.
He never wants to come back to this godforsaken place again in this life, the next life, or the life after that!
He didn't know how long he had been running, but when the huge iceberg in the distance, which looked like the fangs of a wild beast, completely disappeared on the horizon, Han Laosan felt the fear that had been weighing on his heart dissipate a little.
The sky gradually darkened.
The gray sky began to snow even more heavily.
"Old Immortal, the snowstorm is getting heavier. We need to find somewhere to take shelter. Traveling through the night is too dangerous," Han Laosan called out to the old celestial master behind him, slowing down.
The old celestial master opened his eyes and nodded.
He is in very poor condition and definitely needs rest.
Han Laosan drove the sled with practiced ease, turning into an area filled with towering ice and rock formations.
Soon, he found a naturally formed ice cave under a sheltered ice cliff.
The entrance to the cave wasn't large, but it was big enough to accommodate them and the sled dogs.
"I'll just make do here for the night."
Han Laosan drove the sled inside, and then skillfully took out some tools and food from the sled.
He first fed the sled dogs who had worked hard all day, and then lit a campfire.
The warm firelight instantly dispelled the chill in the cave and made everyone feel much more at ease.
The old celestial master leaned against the fire, his complexion looking somewhat better than before.
He glanced at Ma Cong, who was still unconscious, and reached out to cover him with a thick layer of animal hide.
"Old sage, please have some hot soup."
Han Laosan used his small pot to cook a pot of dried meat soup, ladled out a bowl, and respectfully handed it to the Old Master.
Thanks.
The old master took it, took a sip, and a warm current flowed down his throat into his stomach, invigorating him.
"Third brother, this time, we owe you a lot." The old master looked at Han Laosan and said earnestly.
"Old Immortal, what are you saying!" Han Laosan quickly waved his hand, "It's a miracle that you two came out alive! My little bit of hardship is nothing."
He paused, glanced at Ma Cong again, and asked in a low voice, "Young man, is he... really alright? He's been unconscious for most of the day."
"Don't worry, he's strong-willed, he won't die." The old master sighed. "I just don't know when he'll wake up."
His tone was full of worry.