Snow Color

Chapter 131 Three Lives and Three Worlds 3

In the distance, an ancient, elegant and charming palace stands tall. It is like a giant beast that has been sleeping for thousands of years, quietly exuding the breath of time.

Xueying followed Mo Yuan into the hall, and her eyes were attracted by a mysterious and majestic figure. Without saying anything, she knew that the person in front of her was extraordinary - that was the most mysterious Father God in the world! Just by watching from a distance, Xueying could truly feel the powerful pressure emanating from him.

Xueying took a deep breath, calmed her mind, and bowed to the Father God: "Greetings, Father God! I am Xueying, a junior. I have heard that the academy welcomes people with aspirations from all over the world, so I came here to seek the method of cultivating immortality."

The Father God nodded slightly, his voice low but revealing a convincing power: "Your blood talent is indeed extraordinary." As soon as the voice fell, the suffocating pressure emanating from his body instantly dissipated, and was replaced by a warm breath like a spring breeze.

Then, the Father God turned to Mo Yuan and said, "Mo Yuan, take Xueying and settle her down." After that, Mo Yuan took the order and left with Xueying.

"Yes, father." Mo Yuan was secretly surprised. He had never thought that his father would comment on this person in this way. He thought that this person must be extremely talented. After all, the last person who received such praise was Donghua, whose strength was unfathomable. In this case, the two might be evenly matched.

Xueying followed closely behind, and soon they arrived at a courtyard. Mo Yuan stopped, turned around and said, "This is where you will rest in the academy. The academy is not far from here."

"Thank you, Immortal Mo Yuan." At this time, Mo Yuan had not yet experienced the thrilling battle between immortals and demons, and his current cultivation level had just reached the level of immortals. After saying this, Mo Yuan turned around and left.

Xueying looked at the courtyard in front of her, knowing that this would be her home for many years to come. She waved her right hand and put her belongings into the courtyard, then set up a formation to ensure safety. After doing this, Xueying sat cross-legged, practicing Qigong and regulating her breathing to recover the immortal power she had lost from traveling all the way.

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Mo Yuan strolled through the woods, his steps steady and firm. He stopped and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, show yourself." Mo Yuan thought to himself, time has passed, but the person in front of him remains the same.

A light laugh was heard, and a figure came down from the treetops. The person was dressed in pink, with a face as red as a peach, and a bit of leisure and agility between his eyebrows and eyes; he was surrounded by fairy spirit, handsome and extraordinary, gorgeous and dazzling, just like a fairy descending to earth.

"Haha, Mo Yuan!" The young man laughed, his voice clear and pleasant. This person was Zhe Yan, who was waving a folding fan in his hand, looking elegant and showing a bohemian temperament.

"Mo Yuan, you are as alert and sharp as before. I have hidden so deeply, but you can still sense my presence." Zhe Yan's face was filled with admiration.

Mo Yuan responded calmly: "What do you want?"

Zhe Yan approached Mo Yuan and asked mysteriously, "Today I heard that you brought a woman back to the mountain under the will of the Father God. It is said that this woman is the 'Qingling Immortal' praised by everyone in the lower world. She is beautiful and her immortal skills are unfathomable. I wonder what you think of this woman?"

Zheyan stared at Mo Yuan with curiosity, as if he couldn't wait to know the answer.

"Zhe Yan, when will you be able to curb your excessive curiosity?"

The young man, who was dressed in a purple robe, had an upright figure, skin whiter than snow, eyes as cold as frost, and it seemed as if the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were frozen with thousands of years of unmelted ice and snow. He was a young man that people dared not look directly at. Then he stood beside the two of them and spoke lightly.

“Donghua, stop blaming me! You know, if you weren’t curious about this woman, how could you be willing to accompany me to find Mo Yuan?” Zheyan said without any concealment.

Mo Yuan continued, "Father God once commented that this woman's bloodline talent is quite outstanding. I still remember the last time Father God said such words was when he first met Donghua. This woman exudes an indescribable mysterious aura, and the immortal power she possesses is extraordinary and unfathomable. She should never be underestimated."

Zheyan was greatly surprised when he heard this: "So powerful? It seems that there will be another demon-level figure like Donghua in the academy. Hey, Donghua, Donghua, how do you practice? Why is it that we are on the same path of practice, but your cultivation level can be improved so quickly?"

Facing Zheyan's sigh and question, Donghua just smiled and didn't explain much. However, Zheyan knew in his heart that the reason why Donghua could achieve such success today, in addition to his own talent, he must have put in unimaginable efforts and sweat. When Zheyan thought that there might be a person as gifted as Donghua in the academy in the future, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless. After all, Donghua was already far ahead of everyone, and their former friends could no longer compare to him.

When Donghua heard that the new woman's bloodline talent could be compared with his own, a gleam flashed in his deep and sharp eyes. A strong curiosity surged in his heart, and he thought: Maybe after some time, I can compete with this person. After all, it is difficult to find an opponent in this generation. Every time I compete with Zheyan, Mo Yuan and others, I always fail to fully display my own cultivation. Now that I know that such a talented person has appeared, it really makes him feel very interested.

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Xueying used her power to heal all the injuries on her body, then slowly opened her eyes. She looked around, only to find that the room was in complete darkness. She reached out and took out a crystal clear night pearl, and instantly the whole room was enveloped in bright light.

Xueying got up from the bed, walked outside the house with light steps, and carefully looked at the surrounding environment. She saw that the courtyard was full of green trees and colorful flowers; in the distance, the green mountains were dark blue, and the clouds and mist were lingering in between, like a fairyland.

In the following period of time, Xueying stayed in the house and practiced hard, quietly waiting for the day when the academy would start formal classes.

Xueying was also practicing swordsmanship. Standing on the top of the green mountain, she took a deep breath and felt the breath of nature. Then, she flashed and flew down like a bird, holding a wooden sword tightly in her hand. She danced gracefully, and every time she swung the wooden sword, she had a unique rhythm and sense of rhythm.