She felt the temperature around them plummet, and the venomous insects immediately kept their distance of their own accord.
For Feng Piaoxu, it was as though a new door had opened. So an ice spiritual root could be used this way, too.
By the time Su Jiu finally brought Feng Piaoxu out of the Wetlands, Feng Piaoxu's lips had turned purple from the cold. Without spiritual energy to protect her body, holding out this long had already been no easy feat.
Su Jiu's cool voice reached her. "Are you all right?"
Feng Piaoxu shook her head to indicate she was fine. There was even a measure of joy hidden in her heart. Probably no one understood the feeling of escaping death more deeply than she did. As long as she could live, what did a little cold matter?
Su Jiu helped her into a cave. "Rest here for a while and try to recover some spiritual energy. I'll go find some wood scraps."
As Feng Piaoxu watched her retreating figure, a flicker of gratitude crossed her eyes.
Su Jiu did not know whether to call herself lucky or unlucky. Even gathering wood scraps was enough time for trouble to find her.
"Fellow Daoist Su! Help!"
No sooner had the words fallen than someone apparently gagged the speaker. Su Jiu paid no attention to what happened next, but she could guess well enough. It was nothing more than murder for treasure.
The kidnappers looked at the two people they had tied up, and one disciple asked, "Aren't we killing them?"
Their leader shook his head. "We can't kill them now. They each carry their master's divine sense. When they die, that divine sense will manifest. If we kill them now, the Medicine Gate will definitely be waiting to block us at