She was startled and stopped walking. Her heart moved, and she stared at her empty palm with clear eyes. Suddenly, she understood: "If you have a way to heaven in your heart, why should you be afraid of the wind and snow blocking the way to immortality?"
As her voice fell, the floating white disappeared without a trace, and the surroundings seemed to have returned to their original state. She calmed herself down and looked at herself. She was still in her red dress fluttering in the wind, without a speck of snow on her body. The fatigue and thirst she had felt originally also disappeared, as if it was just an illusion that had never appeared.
"Ninth Young Master? Ninth Young Master?"
"My friend? My friend?"
Two voices came, and she came back to her senses and looked forward. She saw the old man and He Shu standing about ten meters away from her and calling her. When she looked up, the two asked again.
"Why are you here? Aren't you here to watch the fun? Why are you here?"
Hearing this, Feng Jiu smiled. She walked forward and said, "I have nothing to do, so I came up to take a look. Maybe the scenery up there will be better."
The sounds around her came into her ears. Behind her, there were sounds of fighting and screams. When she walked forward, she could vaguely see several figures walking slowly in the smoke.
The old man and He Shu were surprised to see him walking up slowly, one step at a time, and with ease. When he came to the two of them, the old man looked at him and sighed, "My friend, you are really a hidden talent!"
Feng Jiu smiled and said, "You haven't even reached the top yet, how do you know that I am hiding my true strength?" She walked up and said, "Let's go, both of you!"
When the two saw him walking upwards, they paused for a moment and then followed him. They had already walked nearly half the way. The higher they went, the harder it became to walk. In particular, He Shuchu began to feel uncomfortable and the breath in his body began to become a little chaotic.
Feeling that his body had reached its limit, He Shu stopped and said to them, "I've reached my limit. I'm afraid I can't bear it if I go any further."
Feng Jiu and the old man above glanced at him, nodded, and continued walking without saying anything more, while He Shu walked down.
"Young man, don't you feel anything?" The old man couldn't help but ask. Seeing that Fengjiu's expression remained the same as before and she didn't show any discomfort at all, he couldn't help but feel strange.
"Yes!" Fengjiu sighed softly.
When the old man heard this, he stared at Fengjiu with his lively eyes and asked quickly, "What do you feel?"
“Why is this road so long? How far is it to the top?” Feng Jiu said softly, with a hint of helplessness in her words. The old man was stunned and it took him a long time to recover.
After a long while, the old man took a deep breath and said, "I am asking about other feelings. Don't you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Don't you feel the pressure from this immortal ladder? Don't you feel the blood in your body boiling?"
Feng Jiu suddenly stopped and paused for a moment before turning to the old man and said, "Really not. I just felt that this road was too long and it was a bit difficult to climb up." As she spoke, she took out two fruits from the space and handed one to the old man, "Here, eat a fruit to moisten your throat."
The old man moved his lips, but didn't know what to say. In the end, he just took the fruit, said thank you, and continued walking up.