"Off treasure hunting? He's got some nerve."
Wang Ruyan was somewhat puzzled. Based on what she knew of Huang Fugui, he wasn't the sort of person who relied on skill and courage.
She didn't think too much of it. For Huang Fugui to have cultivated to the Nascent Soul Middle Stage as a Rogue Cultivator could be called a miracle. All she could say was that his luck was simply too good. Luck was an important thing, too.
Huang Fugui was timid and afraid of trouble. If he dared to search for treasures deep in the Burial Demon Icefield, he should have something to rely on.
"Forget about him. Don't leave this place casually. Hold your positions."
Wang Ruyan ordered them in a deep voice, her tone stern.
"Yes, Grandmother. Ancestor."
Wang Qiuming and the others agreed.
Rumble!
Lightning flashed and thunder boomed in the distance. Thick bolts of Silver Lightning tore across the sky and struck the Wood Demon and Qilin Turtle. Gale-force winds swept across the land, kicking up countless white snowflakes. Dark clouds pressed down from above, making it look as though doomsday had arrived.
After the time it took to brew a cup of tea, the two Thunder Clouds dispersed.
Large amounts of broken thorns lay scattered across the snow. Their surfaces were charred black, and they were still burning.
Wang Ruyan flew down in front of the thorns, her brows tightly furrowed. She muttered to herself, "Did it fail?"
At that moment, a black thorn over three meters long suddenly burst with green light and sprouted tender shoots. It soon transformed into an Azure Thorn over three hundred meters tall. Its surface was covered in spikes, with several small purple flowers blooming among them.
Wang Ruyan let out a relieved breath. It wasn't surprising that