180: C180 Accidentally Meeting a Cultivator of the Snow Mountain Sect

C180 Accidentally Meeting a Cultivator of the Snow Mountain Sect

The others did not know that something shocking had happened in Feng Yimo's tent. Seeing that the weather had turned clear, they packed their things and put them on the plows, preparing to set off.

Feng Yimo brought Ura to his side and placed him on the Silver Wolf's back, opening a path in front of him. A day and night of snowstorm had doubled the snow on the ground. If there were no snow wolves dragging things, the snow people would not be able to move an inch.

On this day, they had only traveled less than 200 miles.

At night, in the rare clear sky, a moon hung high in the sky. Feng Yimo looked at the cold moon and his heart moved. He sat cross-legged and chanted the Lunar Shadow Chopping chant in his heart. Then, he started to cultivate.

The high priest walked out of the tent and looked at the back of the rock in the distance. He felt admiration in his heart. No wonder the Celestial Immortal was so young and had such a cultivation level. It was hard for him to separate it from his hard work. Just as he was about to go back and call his clansmen to come out to watch and learn, he suddenly discovered an extremely light moonlight falling from the sky and drilling into Feng Yimo's chest.

The High Priest thought that his eyes were playing tricks on him. He hurriedly wiped his eyes. Where was the moonlight? He shook his head. He had thought too much. Even a true member of the Snowman Wuhee Tribe wouldn't be able to absorb the essence of the moon so quickly. Moreover, he was a human cultivator. He turned around and left. He had even forgotten to shout.

The high priest was old after all. When he returned to the warm tent and fell asleep, he suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. He crawled out of the tent and saw a ball of light on the horizon. It was emitting a cold light. It was like a moon had fallen onto the ground!

"This... This is..." The High Priest was extremely excited and could not believe his eyes. "Moon God! The Moon Goddess has come to save us!"

The High Priest prostrated on the ground, tears streaming down his face. He cried like a wronged child who had found his parents. When the other snowmen heard the news, they came out one after another. They were all stunned when they saw the moon on the horizon.

Silver Wolf led the snow wolf to stand in a row and knelt down respectfully towards the moon.

"Lunar Shadow Chopping!" The moon let out a light shout and a twenty feet long blade of light flew out from within. It flew out thirty feet at lightning speed and immediately created a fifteen feet long deep trench on the hard ground!

The light faded, and the moon turned into Feng Yimo. He stood up and saw the snowmen on the ground behind him. He hurriedly asked, "What are you guys doing? Get up!"

"Yes, Moon God!" The High Priest's eyes were filled with tears: "From the moment you saved us, I knew that you were extraordinary. You were no ordinary person, but I never thought that you would be possessed by the Moon God. The Wuhee Tribe is saved!"

Feng Yimo did not know whether to laugh or cry. He was not a Moon Goddess. It was just a coincidence that he had cultivated the Moon Shadow Totem Art.

"High Priest, you are mistaken. I was cultivating the Moon Shadow that you gave me, not the Moon God Possession." Feng Yimo explained.

The high priest shook his head, "No, I won't. I won't be wrong. I hope the Moon God won't abandon us."

"I hope the Moon God can save us!" Wu Pengyue and the others said in unison.

Feng Yimo saw that his explanation was useless, so he decided to let them go. After all, if he sent them safely to the Peiyan Tribe, they would leave.

"Do whatever you want."

After returning to the tent, Feng Yimo carefully recalled the process of his cultivation. When he started cultivating, he did feel something drilling into the totem on his chest. An inexplicable force surged out and covered his entire body. It was as if he was bathing in a pure and cold ice spring. As the incantation continued, the force became stronger and stronger. When he reached the limit, he would naturally use the Lunar Shadow Chopping!

Although it was only twenty feet in size and its power was not very great, Feng Yimo could clearly feel that this move had unlimited room for growth. When it reached a certain level, it would definitely surpass the attack of a magic treasure!

He was looking forward to the Moon's Shadow and the Lunar Shadow Escape very much.

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The next day, they set off. The snow people looked at Feng Yimo with respect in their eyes. They had been grateful before, but now they were filled with fear and even respect. Even Little Ura didn't dare to ride with him. What made Feng Yimo feel strange was that the Silver Wolf he sat on had become much more docile. The snow wolves that were pulling the plow behind him didn't even dare to look at him anymore. Why was this?

He didn't know that the wolf clan had always worshipped the moon. That was why there were legends of the Heavenly Wolf Howling Moon. Darkness, moon, and wolves had been one since ancient times!

Ten days later, the group arrived at an abandoned mud castle. This place had once been inhabited by humans. Later on, it was abandoned. Even though it was a ruined building, it was still able to block the wind and snow. After walking for a few more days, they would arrive at the Peiyan Tribe.

The snow people quickly set up their tents and started a fire to cook. Little Ura brought a piece of meat to Feng Yimo. Feng Yimo took the meat and looked at Little Ura. "Are you still afraid of me?"

Little Ura shook his head. "I'm not afraid, but Father won't let me disturb you. He said that you are the Moon God and can't be disturbed."

Feng Yimo smiled and took out a red fruit. "This is for you. Eat it. I still want you to call me big brother."

"Thank you, big brother!" Little Ura was beaming with joy. He took the fruit and started munching on it.

"Thank you, Moon God, for taking care of Ura," he said. The high priest bowed and said respectfully, "We will be at the Peiyan Tribe in three days. Do you have any instructions?"2

Feng Yimo sighed and stood up. He pulled Ura and left without saying a word.

The high priest didn't dare to complain. He turned around and left.

"Ura, what do you want to do when you grow up?" Feng Yimo asked.

"Of course I want to restore the glory of Wuhee Tribe! Abba said that the tribe will rise again with the help of the Moon God. I want to lead the Wuhee Tribe and unify the Snowman Tribe!" Little Ura raised his arms and shouted with passion.

Feng Yimo was stunned. Ura was only five years old. He had great ambitions!

At this moment, the sound of hoofbeats came from afar. It sounded like a horse team.

In just a moment, more than a dozen deer with horns appeared. Each deer had a person sitting on it. They were wrapped tightly in animal skin, covering their faces. Only their eyes were exposed.

It seemed like they did not know. The people in the abandoned castle were stunned. They jumped off the deer one after another. The High Priest and the others who were eating inside heard the hoofbeats and ran out one after another. They were shocked to see the unfamiliar crowd.

The group of people had only noticed Feng Yimo, but suddenly there were so many snowmen. They stopped in their tracks.

The last person who came down from the deer pushed the crowd aside and walked in front of Feng Yimo. He took off the cover on his face and revealed a delicate and pretty face. He was a middle-aged man with a white and beardless face.

He was a human cultivator!

The great priests became nervous and subconsciously moved behind Feng Yimo.

"Why is this little brother mixing with the snowman?" The middle-aged man glanced at Feng Yimo and asked.

"Oh? Is it rare for humans to be together with snowmen?" Feng Yimo asked back.

The middle-aged cultivator frowned. He could not tell the young man's true cultivation level, but he felt something was different. He said, "For thousands of years, the snowman was suppressed by us humans and could not raise his head. Both sides became mortal enemies. Very few humans interacted with the snowman. They were stubborn and drank raw blood. Little brother should be more careful. Oh right. Oh right, let me introduce myself. I am the outer sect deacon of Snow Mountain Sect, Qu Hanshan. May I know your name?"

"Feng Yimo." He found a dozen Qu Hanshans hanging around Qu Hanshan's waist. Clearly, he was the deacon in charge of purchasing the Storage Bags.

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