Wen Ran carefully reached for the plant, his fingers gently brushing against the delicate petals. His eyes scanned the surroundings once more, wary of any potential threats. Lately, his luck seemed to be on the decline—whenever he thought he was safe, some beast or person would suddenly appear out of nowhere, trying to take his life. His mind sharpened with alertness, but this time, the forest remained eerily quiet.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Wen Ran managed to carefully extract the Moonlit Herb from the ground. The shimmering petals glowed faintly in the moonlight, their white hue reflecting the very light above, giving off a calming aura that was almost ethereal. The plant was beautiful, and its delicate radiance filled him with a rare sense of peace.
"What a beauty," Wen Ran muttered under his breath, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "You’ll do well." He felt a surge of excitement, knowing these materials would be perfect for enhancing his pill concocting skills. Enjoy new chapters from freewebnovel
With a steady hand, Wen Ran reached into his spirit pouch, pulling out a small container designed specifically to preserve precious herbs. He carefully placed the Moonlit Herb inside, making sure it was secured without damaging its delicate petals. Afterward, he pulled out a simple fabric bag from his pouch—one he’d acquired when he’d taken one of his master’s spirit pouches, back when his master wasn’t paying attention. It had been a small act of mischief, but it came in handy now. He placed the plant into the bag and secured it, adjusting the straps of the bag on his shoulder as he prepared to move on.
He took a step back, inspecting the herb one last time, the faint glow of its petals casting a soft light around him.
"This feels... relaxing," Wen Ran spoke aloud, though he was surprised by the tranquility he felt. His heart, usually weighed down by the pressure of his journey, felt lighter for just a moment. He never imagined that gathering plants could bring such peace and a sense of accomplishment. For once, it was a task that didn’t involve life-or-death struggles, and for just a brief moment, he could forget the chaos and focus on something pure.
"I wonder what’s inside this cave. It gave me a weird feeling when I first laid my eyes on it," Wen Ran muttered to himself. He could feel an odd pull coming from the cave, a strange allure that felt both welcoming and unsettling. It didn’t exude a dangerous aura—no, it felt different. It was as if the cave itself was inviting him in, but that alone set off warning bells in Wen Ran’s mind. Usually, there was nothing in this world that wasn’t dangerous, but he loved danger in a way. So, against his better judgment, he stepped inside.
A small flame flickered to life in the palm of his hand, casting light across the dark interior of the cave. The walls were wet, and the air was cold, especially at night when the outside world was already chilled. He could feel the coolness seeping into his bones as he ventured further in.
I wish I had some sort of ice technique, Wen Ran sighed inwardly. Ice cultivators always brag about how they can survive in freezing cold naked. It pisses me off. The flame energy inside him provided a bit of warmth, but it wasn’t on the level of natural affinity to the element. But I already hold fire element, the ice energy would clash with it. It has to be one or the other, he thought, irritated.
Wen Ran had always disliked ice element cultivators. He had encountered many in his past life, even a goddess, and he couldn’t stand their cold, emotionless demeanor. Arrogant to the bone, he thought bitterly. He had often mocked them, calling them "snow for the brain." But little did he know, those words would soon come back to haunt him.
The deeper he walked into the cave, the more he couldn’t shake the feeling that this place held secrets, and that the pull he felt wasn’t accidental.
Soon, the wet walls began to shift into something colder, and the temperature dropped drastically. Wen Ran felt the chill gnaw at him, a sharp contrast to the warmth the flame in his hand provided. He paused, his breath clouding in the air as he took in the surrounding atmosphere. Should I head back? he thought, unease crawling up his spine. This place feels too odd, something’s not right here. Now I’m starting to feel like I shouldn’t have stepped in here.
His decision felt logical—perhaps curiosity had gotten the better of him, but now, with a sinking feeling in his gut, he realized some things were better left alone. He turned, intending to leave the cave and retreat to safer ground, but as he took a step, his nose collided with something hard and cold.
"What the hell?!" Wen Ran cursed, grabbing his nose as a sharp pain shot through him. It hurt more than it should have, and when he looked ahead, he was greeted by a reflection of himself—one that mimicked his every move, including the flickering flame in his palm. But it wasn’t him.
"An ice wall?!" Wen Ran shouted, taking a step back. In front of him stood a massive barrier of ice, completely obstructing his way. He hadn’t seen it before; the darkness and his focus had kept him from noticing it. The silence was unnerving—no sound, no indication that anything was amiss.
Ice… Wen Ran thought, his mind racing. He quickly intensified the flame in his palm, shooting a burst of fire at the ice wall, but to his frustration, it didn’t even budge. The cold only seemed to deepen around him, his flame flickering weakly in the face of this strange, unyielding barrier.
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Great… Wen Ran grimaced. Now I have no choice but to go deeper into this damned cave. He sighed, his breath misting in the cold air, and with no other option, he stepped forward, ready to confront whatever lay ahead.