Mu Lin walked up the thousand steps easily, and the pressure finally followed her like a shadow, making her feel a little tired. But she kept walking, step by step, steadily and seriously.
After about half an hour, Mu Lin stopped at the 2555th step - this was the place where she fainted from exhaustion that year, which left a deep impression on her.
There were still stains of dried blood on the steps. She smiled slightly, realizing that she was stronger than she thought.
As if she had let go of some of her worries, Mu Lin continued to walk forward. After another seven or eight hours, she reached more than 8,000 steps and met Feng Ling.
The two stood on the same step, one tall and one short, staring at each other silently for a while. The pressure here was so great that no matter who it was, they were holding on, and no one was in the mood to chat.
Feng Ling still had the energy to beam with joy, thinking that this little beauty was no ordinary woman, she walked here alone without batting an eyelid. He must not show any discomfort, lest she look down on him!
Mu Lin thought that the Second Prince's strength was not as sloppy as his personality. It turned out that people who looked simple were often not that simple. This guy was definitely not easy to deal with. She had to act a little more unfathomable!
The expressions on their faces suddenly became the same, indifferent, casual, relaxed, and they took steps forward without changing their expressions, one step, two steps, three steps...
Sometimes Feng Ling fell behind Mu Lin by a few steps, and sometimes Mu Lin was overtaken by a few steps. This cycle continued back and forth until they reached the 9,900th step at the same time. They stared at each other with hostility, and there seemed to be sparks crackling in their eyes. There were still the last 99 steps!
It seems that whoever arrives first proves who is stronger.
The two of them stepped onto the stairs at the same time, and suddenly felt the pressure increase. The pressure from the last ninety-ninth step was completely different from the previous ones! This was a complete crushing force!!!
After walking up the twenty-third step, Mu Lin couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood. It was obvious that Feng Ling beside her was not in much better condition, his face was pale and sweating profusely.
Their legs and feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and they could not move. But just a few dozen steps seemed to last two or three hundred years. The two of them stood on the 9,990th step at the same time, looking at each other in silence, both of them looked in a state of utter embarrassment.
After a while of fighting and silence, Feng Ling suddenly couldn't help laughing, happy and carefree. Mu Lin was infected by him, and his eyes and eyebrows were also filled with smiles, like blooming spring flowers and bright moon.
Her prejudice against him suddenly dissipated a lot.
Feng Ling stretched out his hand with difficulty. Mu Lin raised his eyebrows and put his hand on it without hesitation. They both tightened their hands and clasped them together, moving closer at the same time, as if they had a support.
The palms of both of them were a little sticky, not sure if it was blood or sweat mixed together, it was not very comfortable, but in this situation, no one disliked each other. The immortal power in their bodies was already running wildly, and now it flowed down along the veins in their palms, like water flowing from a high mountain, and was transported to each other in a mighty manner. Soon after completing a circle, it returned to their bodies and seemed to become more condensed.
Can immortal powers also blend with each other? The immortal powers of the two people are wood and fire, which just form a situation where wood and fire are bright. But even so, it is too incredible. If all the attributes that complement each other can be like this, wouldn’t it be too simple to practice? But there is no similar record in the book about the method of cultivation... But, it seems that only this explanation can make sense...
Mu Lin was surprised and thought about it, but Feng Ling was not surprised at all. It seemed that the problem was with him.
They walked together for six steps with gritted teeth. With each step, Mu Lin felt that his internal organs were crushed to the extreme. Even the wood and fire could not help them move forward.
There are three final steps!
Suddenly, a melodious piano music came from the audience. It was "Flowing Water"! The performer's skills were superb, and the lingering sound lingered for three hundred days, giving people a visual and auditory feast.
The first section of the piano sound starts the momentum of the whole song, vaguely hinting at the theme of the whole song. The second and third sections use overtones to write various spring sounds such as the gurgling of mountain streams and the splashing of waterfalls. The fourth and fifth sections show that the springs of the ten thousand valleys flow out of the mountains and merge into the torrent, and gradually become turbulent. From the sixth section, the water flows into the vast ocean, and the rapids flow through the gorge and the rapids, forming a momentum of raging waves and unstoppable rushing, conveying the character of not fearing hardships and moving forward courageously. The seventh and eighth sections are the aftermath of the high tide, which is sometimes slow and sometimes fast, sometimes expanding and sometimes contracting, and gradually calming down. The ninth section ends with a distant and fading atmosphere.
This piece of music is full of wonderful sounds of harmony between heaven and man, and exudes an atmosphere of harmony between the sounds of nature, earth and man. It seems to present the scene in front of the listener, combining the real and the imaginary, blending the scene and the mood, and having a profound artistic conception.
The song ended with an indescribable sense of emptiness and tranquility, a return to nature, and even a hint of murderous intent... Mu Lin seemed to sense something and tried hard to move their clasped fingers, causing Feng Ling to turn his head with difficulty to look at her.
Mu Lin blinked, and slowly calmed down her immortal power. Feng Ling and her immortal power were running together, so he clearly felt everything and frowned slightly. It was not until she nodded to him slightly that Feng Ling finally made up his mind to do the same as she did and slowly calm down the immortal power that was madly rushing towards Mu Lin.
Now there is not a trace of immortal power left in the immortal veins of both of them.
The overwhelming pressure made Feng Ling's expression distorted, and he couldn't help but cough up two mouthfuls of blood.
What should he do next? He squeezed Mu Lin's hand, and felt that even the slightest exertion would be like being cut into pieces.
Although they were both at the level of Daluo Jinxian, Mu Lin's cultivation was not as good as Feng Ling's, but his ability to withstand was obviously much higher than his. Mu Lin tried to return the handshake, gave Feng Ling a soothing look, then closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to eliminate all distracting thoughts in his mind, return to his original nature, and then slowly, step by step, stepped forward.
Then Feng Ling saw that she spent an hour moving her feet and actually climbed up a step!
This is really weird, is this even possible? Feng Ling opened his eyes wide.
He also imitated Mu Lin, closing his eyes, concentrating, and taking slow steps, but it was as if there was an invisible barrier in front of him, madly resisting his progress.
? Does this still differ from person to person
They were stuck in this stalemate again, and Mu Lin couldn't move forward even though they held hands. She sighed, not knowing what to do, when suddenly she came up with a new idea.
Mu Lin used her eyes to signal Feng Ling to be patient, and then she started to circulate her immortal power again. Feng Ling couldn't move forward anyway, so he just watched her move.
Being suppressed at the third-to-last stage, Mu Lin's immortal power was running very slowly. She patiently gathered the surrounding fire elements and condensed them on her two arms.
Feng Ling felt with great interest that his arms were also filled with the fire elemental power. It was indeed magical to have the power in his body controlled by someone else, as if his body had more than one owner.
This slow process lasted for three days and three nights. Feng Ling couldn't help but yawn, but Mu Lin suddenly moved.
She leaned down and bent her knees, one foot pressed tightly against the step beside her feet, and the other foot stepped firmly on the ground, using it as support to stabilize her lower body. One hand was still tightly holding Feng Ling's hand, and the other hand suddenly grabbed Feng Ling's arm. She suddenly exerted force and swung the two arms that were filled with immortal power, and actually threw Feng Ling up!
Holy shit!! Is this even possible? ! !
Feng Ling felt dizzy and turned around in the air. Then he flew over two steps at a high speed and fell heavily on the highest step!
All the pressure on him disappeared in an instant. He rubbed his handsome face, and suddenly felt like he was in another world. This is too good to be true!
He quickly looked back at Mu Lin. Mu Lin was still standing there. In just a short time, she seemed to have become a different person. Her whole body was covered with a layer of blood, and her light-colored clothes were stained horribly, as if they had been soaked in blood. Her two arms were slowly oozing out bright red blood, which dripped down her pale and weak hands.
For the first time, Feng Ling felt guilty towards someone. Just as he was about to go down to help her, a transparent barrier blocked him and bounced him back.
"Don't affect her." A voice as cold as water sounded from behind Feng Ling. It was Master Zhechuan who had come out of retreat.
Feng Ling felt that the gaze of Master Zhechuan was like ice freezing him, which made him feel a little creepy. He touched his nose with a guilty conscience. It was undeniable that his disciple became so miserable because of him.
Mu Lin didn't notice the fight between the two people above. She couldn't even lift her head. She continued to calm down and concentrate, recovering her strength under extreme suppression, and then returned to her previous state of returning to nature, slowly and step by step up the stairs. After a full seven hours, she finally succeeded in reaching the top.
The first thing she did was to bow to her master, thanking him for helping her through the difficult times with his music. However, Orikawa had a blank expression on his face, neither saying a word nor making any reaction.
Mu Lin was very unsure in her heart. If someone didn't know, they would think that her master had been switched. Why was she acting so abnormal... She looked so miserable and embarrassed that she couldn't bear to look at it herself.
Feng Ling roughly understood what she was thinking at the moment, and immediately took out a cloak and put it on her. The luxurious black and gold style was obviously what he wore every day.
Mu Lin gave him a grateful smile, Feng Ling raised his eyebrows and chuckled, there seemed to be something ambiguous between the two of them.
"Come with me." Master Orikawa said to Feng Ling, then turned and left.
Mu Lin didn't know how he had made his master unhappy, and planned to go back to take a bath first. He hurriedly nodded goodbye to Feng Ling and walked towards the bedroom.
Master Orikawa paused, and became even more upset when he heard that his disciple not only did not catch up with him to explain, but instead walked away.
Feng Ling followed Orikawa slowly, and could not help but keep some distance from him. He felt that he was like a glacier in the North Sea. It was cold, but he was also blowing cold air around him.
He finally finished walking through that three thousand mixed primordial barriers, and he still hasn't recovered yet, why torture him like this! Poor his Fairy Mu Lin, it's so hard to make a living under such a glacier master...
Master Zhechuan took Feng Ling to the nearest reception hall. Feng Ling looked at Master Zhechuan who looked unhappy, and did not dare to say anything about the dust on the chair. He simply sat down without any hesitation.