RNP Chapter 79 Old Friends in the Far North
Chapter 79 Old Friends in the Far North
Just as he was preparing to leave Flame Dragon Valley.
A deep, hearty laugh came from outside the valley.
"Hahaha, good lad! I rushed as fast as I could, but I'm still a step too late! You actually managed to kill that beast!"
Before he finished speaking, the old master's figure had already gracefully landed beside Ma Cong.
He stared at the enormous dragon corpse on the ground and the devastated valley. Even with his vast experience, he was filled with shock.
"Kid, what exactly is your strength now?"
The old celestial master couldn't help but ask.
He could sense that Ma Cong's aura was much stronger than it had been a few days ago at Longhu Mountain.
"I just finished tempering my hand bones," Ma Cong answered truthfully.
"hiss……"
The old master gasped.
It's only been a few days? And the bone tempering process is already complete?
This cultivation speed is simply inhuman!
"A monster, what a monster!" The old master shook his head, clicking his tongue in amazement.
Then, he looked at the dragon's corpse, his eyes shining.
"Kid, this beast is a treasure trove! Its skin can be used to make inner armor, making it impervious to swords and spears. Snake meat is a great tonic, it can boost your energy and blood. Snake bones can be used in medicine, snake tendons can be used to make bowstrings... We can't waste it!"
Ma Cong smiled and said, "Senior can decide how to distribute them; I only need the snake gall and the demon core."
"Hahaha, that's great!" The old celestial master didn't stand on ceremony. With a wave of his sleeve, he directly stored the hundred-meter-long dragon corpse into his storage artifact.
"Let's go, we can't stay here any longer. We need to hurry to the next place."
"The far north, an ice cave in eternal night."
It was three days later when Ma Cong and the Old Celestial Master appeared on the edge of the far north.
In stark contrast to the scorching heat of Yanlong Valley, this place is a world of ice and snow.
The biting wind, like a knife, scraped against people's faces.
The temperature is consistently below minus fifty degrees Celsius.
As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but white.
The endless snowfields and continuous icebergs create a desolate yet magnificent landscape.
"Phew... This godforsaken place is no place for a human to stay."
The old Taoist master wrapped his tattered Taoist robe tighter around himself and exhaled a puff of white breath.
He cultivated a supremely yang technique, and in this extremely yin and cold environment, his strength was suppressed, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
Ma Cong didn't seem to feel anything.
His platinum-colored aura, a harmonious blend of yin and yang, could be transformed at will, perfectly adapting to the environment here.
"Senior, where is that old ginseng merchant from Changbai Mountain you mentioned?" Ma Cong asked.
"Don't worry, I've already sent him the signal." The old Taoist priest took out a gourd of wine from his robes, took a swig, and warmed himself up. "Judging by the time, he should be here soon."
The voice just fell.
A line of black dots appeared on the distant snowfield.
As the black dot drew closer, Ma Cong could finally see that it was a huge sled pulled by more than a dozen enormous sled dogs.
On the sled sat a burly man with a thick fur coat and a full beard, who looked like a wild man.
"Hahaha, old sage! What brings you here!"
Before the man even arrived, his hearty laughter could already be heard.
The sled came to a steady stop in front of the two men. The big man jumped off the sled and gave the old master a bear hug.
"You, Han Laosan, you're still as healthy as ever after all these years!" the old master said with a laugh.
"Thanks to you!" The burly man named Han Laosan grinned, then his gaze fell on Ma Cong, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
What a handsome young man, what a powerful aura!
To remain unfazed and unburdened in this awful weather without even wearing a coat—that's no small feat.
"Old Immortal, who is this young man?"
"I have a close friend of mine, Ma Cong," the old master introduced. "Young man, this is Han Laosan, a well-known ginseng expert in the Changbai Mountain area. He knows this icy and snowy place better than his own home."
"Third Brother Han," Ma Cong cupped his hands in greeting.
"You flatter me! You can just call me Lao San!" Han Lao San quickly returned the greeting.
Those who can be called close friends despite their age difference by the Old Master are definitely not ordinary people.
He dared not be presumptuous.
"Alright, stop sitting here starving." The old master waved his hand. "Third brother, let's find a place to drink and chat."
"Alright! Get in the car!"
Han Laosan warmly invited the two of them onto the sled.
A dozen or so sled dogs barked excitedly and pulled the sleds, speeding across the snowfield.
The sled finally came to a stop at the foot of an iceberg.
Han Laosan led the two men into an inconspicuous ice cave.
Inside the ice cave, there is a hidden world.
The interior was spacious and divided into several rooms. Thick animal hides covered the floor, dried meat hung on the walls, and a brazier burned in the center, making it warm and cozy.
"Old immortal, young brother, have a bowl of hot soup to warm your body first."
Han Laosan's wife, a middle-aged woman of similarly tall stature, served two bowls of steaming hot meat soup.
Ma Cong took a sip and felt a warm current flow from his throat to his stomach, making him feel much more comfortable.
It seems that some special medicinal herbs were added to this broth.
"Old Immortal, is there something important that brings you here this time?" After a few rounds of drinks, Han Laosan asked.
The old celestial master nodded and explained the purpose of their trip—to find the Netherworld Bone Tempering Flower and the Eternal Night Ice Cave.
"The Eternal Night Ice Cave?"
Upon hearing this, Han Laosan's expression changed instantly, and he shook his head repeatedly.
"You can't go, you can't go, old immortal!"
"That place is forbidden territory here! Legend has it that a ten-thousand-year-old ice demon is sealed inside, and no one who goes in has ever come out alive!"
"My great-grandfather once organized an expedition when he was young, wanting to go in to find the legendary snow lotus. In the end, out of more than thirty people, only he escaped insane manner, constantly muttering 'ghost, there is a ghost.' He died less than three days later."
Han Laosan's face was filled with fear.