Chapter 8: Uniting the Three Races (5)
A few months ago, during the intense battle against the Lava Self-Exploding Beasts attacking the Small Thousand World,
Luo Ying and a male character found themselves tumbling into a Small World connected to the Small Thousand World, leaving Fatty and White Peach on the peak wondering where in the world their friends had vanished to.
After scouring the area with no luck, the duo was at a loss. Just then, the Lava Self-Exploding Beasts decided it was snack time, aiming for their mountain peak.
With no options left, Fatty and White Peach could only scribble a quick note before booking it out of there.
At this moment, the Small Thousand World looked like it had been through a blender, with various Small Worlds suffering from gaping holes connecting to it.
In their frantic escape from the Lava Self-Exploding Beasts, they accidentally fell into a snowy wasteland, and when they came to, they were shocked to find themselves amidst a frosty expanse.
While there were no menacing creatures lurking about, the biting cold was its own lethal weapon,
it felt like they had walked straight into hell for two folks used to seasons that actually made sense.
To survive, they had no choice but to rely on each other for warmth and support.
They dug out an ice cave to huddle in, hunting during the day and shivering through nights that plunged to bone-chilling lows of twenty to thirty degrees below zero.
Despite the hardships, Fatty found himself loving it.
After all, in a situation like this, even the most independent woman would need the comforting presence of a man.
Finally, they were together.
As they hunted, they diligently searched for a way back to the Small Thousand World.
After all, the icy expanse was desolate, and finding food was akin to a game of hide and seek with practically no players. Staying there was almost like signing their own d*ath warrants.
But as they always say, “it’s a whole different ballgame,” and finding a passage between the two worlds felt like searching for a needle in a haystack while blindfolded—there was zero clue in sight.
Just when they were feeling down with their relentless failures,
a once-in-a-lifetime ice storm crashed down on them.
No exaggeration here—they had never witnessed such a fierce blizzard.
Forget about moving; even standing still for a second would turn them into living snowmen.
With no other options, they hunkered down in their cave, praying for the storm to hurry up and fade away.
But, as fate would have it, the storm only ramped up, growing fiercer with each passing hour.
What they didn’t know was that in this icy realm,
once an ice storm set in, it could last for a minimum of two months, and in the worst of years, it stretched to half a year, with most creatures perishing, which was why this place had a rather underwhelming ecosystem; it was the only Small World that wouldn’t spit out terrifying creatures into the wider world.
So, Good Shiyuan, the leading brother, really had no plans to investigate this realm any further.
But Silly Shiyuan insisted they follow their “big sister’s” orders and check every little corner of the Small Worlds to avoid any oversights.
Evil Shiyuan chuckled; to him, this mission felt more like a playful jaunt. Still, out of spite for Good Shiyuan, he aligned himself with Silly Shiyuan.
With no other choice, Good Shiyuan opened a portal to the icy world.
As luck would have it, Fatty and White Peach had actually landed close to the route back to the Small Thousand World, they just weren’t good at spatial magic, which made it all too easy to overlook their proximity.
The three brothers soon found them and during their effort to mend the space crack,
they detected traces of life beneath the surface, and it was clearly not from any local inhabitants—nope, that warmth indicated humans.
Evil Shiyuan couldn’t let such an intriguing incident slip through his fingers.
Before Good Shiyuan could make any plans, he bolted out to the surface, kicking aside the icy roof that was barely keeping Fatty and White Peach alive.
What greeted him was a sight to behold: a couple huddled together, on the verge of freezing solid.
Silly Shiyuan squinted at Fatty’s tattered clothes and exclaimed, “Isn’t that the uniform of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples?”
The three exchanged glances.
It didn’t take a genius to guess that these two unfortunate souls must have accidentally wandered into a rift between the two worlds.
Regardless, now that they’ve stumbled upon them, they couldn’t just leave them in the cold—especially since they were Heavenly Sword Sect disciples!
So, after surviving close to two months of icy hell, Fatty and White Peach finally managed to escape and see the light of day again.
When Luo Ying and the male character laid eyes on the considerably thinner White Peach and Fatty, the emotional reunion brought tears to all four of their faces.
“Come over here!”
White Peach shot Fatty a look, and he obediently stood beside her. Even though he’d lost a considerable part of his belly to the ice life, his cheeks still round and carrying a humorous charm.
“Luo Ying, this is my… um…”
White Peach sighed dramatically, her face showing a mix of disdain and resignation.
Fatty, grinning like a cat with a fresh catch, said, “I’ve met the Master Sister.”
Luo Ying maintained her composure as she regarded them. She could clearly see that while White Peach had a facade of annoyance, her eyes revealed a deep concern, anxious that Luo Ying might think less of Fatty because he was originally from the Falling Sunset Peak.
With a bright smile, she said, “Oh please, you’re now White Sister’s husband; I’ll have to call you brother-in-law!”
Fatty was taken aback, “Huh? This relationship seems a bit muddled.”
For Fatty, Luo Ying held the dual title of mentor and peer—suddenly jumping from junior to equal was a tad unsettling.
White Peach immediately chimed in, gripping Luo Ying’s hand, “I think you two should move your wedding plans up a notch.
It’s been hanging in the air for too long; even I feel sorry for Little Brother Lin!”
Upon hearing this, the male character quickly waved his hands, “The Heavenly Sword Sect is in dire need of rebuilding, Master Sister is busy day and night, and personal matters should really take a backseat right now.”
Luo Ying looked at him with a smirk, “Oh, the confidence! So you’re already convinced that I’m yours?”
The male character opened his mouth, suddenly assuming a ‘I-don’t-care’ pose, and vigorously nodded.
Luo Ying’s face flushed redder than ever; it was even pinker than that time she got tipsy.
She seemed a bit taken aback by the directness but soon regained her composure—the aura of a seasoned inner sect leader and current sect leader radiated from her.
“I must say, Little Brother Lin, what kind of nonsense are you babbling?”
Fatty threw him an encouraging glance, and the male character instantly called out, “Luo Ying, I want to marry you!”
Then he pulled out a handful of the Falling Sunset Peak’s unique mandala flowers and presented them to Luo Ying, whose eyes went wide, hands flying to her mouth in shock.
After all, in this age, there had never been such a thing as men presenting flowers to women as part of a courtship!
Thus, amidst the booming chants of “just say yes, just say yes” from White Peach and Fatty,
Luo Ying finally, albeit trembling, accepted the flowers from the male character, her cheeks glowing like the setting sun, undeniably stunning.
