Chapter 94: The Great Holy One

  "It's here, it shouldn't go wrong." Zhao Rui said with great confidence.

  Zhang Heng nodded and said: "The jade token just now happened to bring us into this place, it shouldn't be a coincidence."

  As he spoke, Zhang Heng's gaze turned back to the white light in the sky that was protecting this icy crystal world.

  This layer of white light should be a powerful guardian seal. Without Zhao Rui's jade symbol earlier, it is estimated that neither Zhang Heng nor anyone else would have been able to enter here.

  Seeing Zhang Heng and Zhao Rui being so oblivious to themselves, the shallow red eyes of Xue Ling's tribe were filled with intense anger, as if they might strike at any moment.

  A halo of frosty air like icy fog surrounded it, and the surrounding snowflakes also fluttered around.

  Zhang Heng asked Xue Lian in his hand: "Ning Shimei, is this your hometown?"

  Xue Lian's petals trembled slightly, which was equivalent to confirming Zhang Heng's words.

  The Xueliang people also saw the snow lotus in Zhang Heng's palm, and their faces suddenly changed: "Xiao Ning, how did you transform back to your original form? Is it because these two humans forced you to come here?"

  At this point, the Snow Ridge tribe's gaze towards Zhang Heng and his companion was filled with an even stronger sense of hostility, their bodies also emitting a faint aura.

  It's clear that Ning Xuerong and these Snow Ridge people really have some sort of connection.

  Xue Lian hastily sent out a special spiritual fluctuation towards this Snow Ridge clansman.

  The Xueliang people seemed to be able to communicate with the Snow Lotus, and in the process, they frequently nodded their heads. Their hostility towards Zhang Heng and Zhao Rui also gradually disappeared, but a few threads of vigilance remained.

  At last, Snow Lotus and the Snow Ridge tribe finished their communication.

  The Xueliang people said to Zhang Heng and the others: "Thank you for bringing back Little Ning, she is a friend of our Xueliang people.

  Upon hearing this, Zhang Heng's expression changed slightly. He didn't want to give Snow Lotus to anyone else; it still had some use for him.

  "Is Luo Xue here with you guys?" Zhao Rui couldn't help but ask.

  The Xueliang tribe's expression was warm and gentle: "She returned here several days ago and has been staying with the Holy Lord ever since."

  When it came to mentioning the name of Saintess, Zhang Heng's Snow Lotus in his hand trembled again.

  Saintly Lord? Zhang Heng thought, who is this person?

  Just as Zhang Heng was thinking, the Snow Ridge tribesman said to him: "Please hand over Little Ning to me."

  Zhang Heng shook his head and said, "I won't hand her over to you."

  The Snow Ridge tribesman's face changed drastically, and in an icy voice he said to Zhang Heng: "If you don't hand her over to me, then don't blame me for being impolite!"

  Zhang Heng sneered. If his opponent was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he would have tolerated it for a bit longer. However, his opponent clearly didn't possess such strength.

  "Absolutely not!" Zhang Heng said firmly.

  The Xueliang people were about to take action when the snow lotus in Zhang Heng's palm emitted another wave of spiritual fluctuations, as if desperately trying to persuade them.

  The Xueliang people finally regained their calmness, but they still seemed to have no small amount of hostility towards Zhang Heng.

  "@#￥%……" The Snow Ridge people suddenly let out a roar towards the sky, and the entire crystal world was covered by his voice.

  Creak... creak...

  Countless Snowy Mountain people walked out of those icy crystal houses and all saluted the Snowy Mountain people on this side.

  Zhang Heng swept his divine sense and found that the strength of these Snow Ridge tribe members were mostly above the late stage of Qi refining, but their physique was much stronger than that of ordinary low-ranking cultivators.

  "Could this guy be the chief of the Snow Ridge Tribe?" Zhang Heng couldn't help but take a few more glances at the Snow Ridge tribesman not far from him, and found that his build was indeed bigger than the other tribesmen.

  "These people are all my clansmen, and I am the chief of the Snowy Mountain tribe."

  Zhang Heng smiled slightly and asked: "What is the status of your Holy One in the clan?"

  The chief of the Snow Ridge tribe was taken aback for a moment, then said: "The Holy One is the guardian deity of our Snow Ridge clan. He is also a human cultivator, just like you."

  "Human cultivator?" Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes, but his mind began to think.

  How can there be human cultivators in this Blood Killing Cave Mansion? People like Luo Ningxue and Ning Xuerong, strictly speaking, are not considered human cultivators either.

  Is this human cultivator and the Blood Kill Emperor somehow related, which is why he can stay here?

  "Can you take us to see Luo Shi Jie?" Zhao Rui asked somewhat anxiously.

  The Snow Ridge tribe leader hesitated for a moment before saying: "She is in the Saint's cave, you can't just go in."

  Zhao Rui's face showed disappointment.

  "Just then a man's voice suddenly rang out across the room: 'Let them come here.'"

  Zhang Heng looked around and saw no one. The person who had sent the message was unknown, and he didn't know where they were in the distance.

  "Yes! Lord Saint." The Snow Ridge tribe leader exclaimed excitedly towards a certain direction.

  "The Saint has invited you, follow me."

  Xueliang and Zhang Heng smiled at each other and led the way forward.

  "Older brother, let's go." Zhao Rui happily walked forward.

  Zhang Heng thought for a moment, then followed and walked forward. He firmly believed that the outer layer of this cave mansion should not have too many abnormal creatures. Even if there were powerful beings who could defy the heavens, they should also be restrained by the Blood Kill Emperor.

  The previous Dragon King of Huatian is an example.

  The head of the Xueliang tribe led Zhang Heng and the others to a place on the mountain waist that was not conspicuous.

  "Holy Lord, we have arrived." The Snow Ridge tribe leader respectfully said towards the mountain wall.

  "Two guests, please come in." A gentle voice came from inside.

  The scene in front of me changed suddenly, and the mountain wall that originally existed turned into a small courtyard.

  This small courtyard isn't made of crystal ice after all, it looks very ordinary.

  The Xueliang tribe leader retreated to one side and said to Zhang Heng and the others: "You all go in."

  The wooden gate of the "Creak" courtyard opened automatically.

  Zhang Heng took the lead and walked in, without any panic in his heart, his eyes scanning everything around him.

  At this moment, a stunning woman in a snow-white dress walked out, smiling at Zhang Heng and the others.

  "Older sister Luo!" Zhao Rui excitedly walked forward.

  "I didn't expect Brother Tang to be here too, Xingxue is apologizing to Brother for what happened last time." Luo Xingxue slightly bowed her head towards Zhang Heng, with a sincere expression on her face.

  Zhang Heng was slightly stunned, he didn't expect that Luo Ningxue would apologize to him as soon as they met.

  It's better to know that this is their turf, and there's no need to pretend or be overly polite.

  "Tang was uninvited." Zhang Heng's expression remained calm and his tone as flat as water.

  "Ning, you're back too... it was all my fault from the beginning..." Luo Ningxue gazed at the snow lotus in Zhang Heng's palm, her face filled with a hint of sadness.

  Xue Lian trembled slightly and a wave of spiritual fluctuation was transmitted over.

  Luo Ningxue sighed: "Ning sister, you still won't forgive me."

  Zhang Heng felt that there had been some grudges between these two women before, but he wouldn't ask more questions.

  "Older brother Luo is inside, you must be missing him a lot...... follow me."

  Luoning Xue's jade-like face, as beautiful as a flower, wore a hint of regret, and she slowly led the way forward.

  Zhang Heng gazed at Luo Ningxue's back with some surprise, feeling that she was no longer the lofty and proud Luo Xianzi from before, but had transformed into an ordinary pretty girl.

  Is all of this because of that so-called Holy Lord? Zhang Heng thought to himself.

  Luo Ningxue gently pushed open the door and invited Zhang Heng and others into the house.

  As soon as they entered the house, they heard a man's pleasant voice: "Welcome, two distinguished guests. Actually, I've been paying attention to you both for ten days now."

  Ten days ago? Wasn't it when the Primordial Spirit Treasure Fire Origin Pearl was born? Zhang Heng's heart secretly trembled.

  This saint can actually observe two people as far away as a hundred miles, this strength is indeed extraordinary.

  How strong is he? Is it the Congealing Dan, or the Yuan Infant, or even higher?

  With curious eyes, Zhang Heng and the other looked at the man who was speaking.