Jiang Ming shook his head with a smile and explained the reason to him. Finally, he smiled and said, "This disciple of yours is not ordinary. She saved my life."
"Fellow cultivator, you have great talent. How can you be trapped by these Ghost Trees?" The old man hurriedly shook his head. "I wonder which sect you're from. Are you here for the opportunity in the depths of the snowy valley?"
Jiang Ming nodded and smiled. "That's right. This opportunity is coveted by everyone. I naturally can't help but be curious. My name is Zhang Shan, and I come from the Flowerfruit Mountain, a cultivation sect outside the Feather Kingdom."
"Flowerfruit Mountain? What an interesting name!" Behind the old man, the little girl blinked.
A trace of surprise flashed across the eyes of the old man. Why had he never heard of the existence of such a sect?
Jiang Ming's face suddenly turned pale, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He could not help but take a deep breath. Just now, he had only moved his hand. However, the meridians in his body seemed to have been completely torn apart, and he could not suppress the pain.
However, that damned seed was still absorbing the sword intent. As the sword intent surged, it caused his injuries to become even more severe.
"Mister, are you injured?" The little girl was surprised, and her eyes were filled with purple light. "I know some healing spells. They might be useful!"
"Don't!" Jiang Ming quickly stopped her. He was like a ticking time bomb. Even if an outsider was a Golden Core Realm cultivator, if they wanted to treat his injuries, they would be struck to death by the Saint Realm sword intent.
The old man hesitated for a moment before he could not help but say, "Fellow cultivator, if you are injured, you must be careful if you continue to move forward. The battle for the opportunity this time is probably very intense. The strongest Foundation Establishment Realm geniuses in the Feather Kingdom are all there. Perhaps you can compete with them when you're at your peak, but..."
"Don't tell me you two are going because you have the confidence to compete with those peerless geniuses?" Jiang Ming smiled nonchalantly.
The old man's expression froze for a moment before he shook his head helplessly. "Of course not. However, we have to go!"
"I have to go too! It seems that we all have our reasons to go!" Jiang Ming grinned.
"Master, let's go with Mister!" The little girl looked at Jiang Ming worriedly and tugged at the old man's sleeve. "His injuries seem to be very serious. I can feel it."
"You…" The old man had a headache. This disciple of his was too pure for the ruthless world of immortal cultivation.
"Alright, if anything happens on the way, I can still help!" Jiang Ming grinned.
The old man rolled his eyes. Obviously, he did not think that Jiang Ming could really help. He saw Jiang Ming as a young and frivolous genius. When he reached the place and hit the wall, he might know to leave.
"Yay." When the little girl heard Jiang Ming agree, she also raised her hands excitedly. After being glared at by her master, she put down her arms with a pout.
Just like that, the three of them formed a strange group and continued to go deeper into the snowy valley.
On the way, Jiang Ming also found out the names and identities of the two people. They were indeed members of the Ghost Spirit Sect.
Just as the three of them were chatting casually, the black sword suddenly called out to Jiang Ming from the storage ring.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Ming was puzzled. "We're almost there. Do you need something?"
"No, I don't need anything for now… Anyway, what I want to say is that the girl beside you is not human…"
