Chapter 93: The Explosion from Thoughts

  "You, a sudden loud thunderclap feeling beside you has an extra large black shadow. Twisting and turning with great force, he was startled, his legs stopped and tried to raise his arms, posing in a defensive combat posture, but found that Qianjin didn't even look at him and buried his head in a mad dash."

  "Idiot!" Qian Jin cursed in his heart, not turning back to scold the Xiao Chang who had triggered the avalanche: "I don't have time to deal with you now! If you can keep up with me and run out of the Four Seasons Valley passageway, I'll kill you!"

  Rumble... rumble... rumble...

  The avalanche trend is getting bigger and bigger, the silver snow completely envelops the sky of the valley behind Qianjin's back, even the ground in front of him is blocked by the heavy snow, making the sun dimmer. A thread of biting cold air blows into his neck.

  "Save me... Save the rest..."

  Qianjin heard the sound of thunder in the distance behind him, shouting intermittently for a few times before being completely suppressed by the avalanche. He felt both happy and shocked, as the speed of this avalanche was too fast.

  "Exit! Gan Jing suddenly saw a vast open space in the distance, where there was still a lot of snow, but he could still vaguely see some sparse plants."

  Hold on a bit longer! Gritting his teeth, he moved his tired legs forward, rapidly approaching the exit. Ten meters, eight meters, six meters... five meters, three meters...

  The snow piled up on the back of his legs, which for someone with almost no physical strength, didn't need to be too thick, was like a strong and powerful arm that grasped his legs.

  "Damn it! Just a little bit more!" Qianjin exerted his strength to pull his legs, but felt the avalanche had already covered his calves.

  "Bad luck!" Qian Jin glanced at the water lotus filling his chest, and suddenly bit his teeth! Forget it! Since he couldn't rush out, he couldn't let others accompany him in death either! Although there wasn't much strength left in his legs, the strength in his arms was still there!

  With a swift and powerful motion, he grasped the back of Bi Luo and threw both women out violently. At this moment, Xue Yan was completely buried under Qian Jin's fury.

  In just a second or two, the valley was filled with a thick layer of snow that stung the eyes. Although it wasn't as deep near the entrance to the valley's open area as in other places, it was enough to thoroughly cover all signs of life.

  Shui Lianying and Bi Luo were thrown out, rolling on the ground several times. When they stopped rolling, they stared blankly at the Qian Jing that had been completely buried in snow, with no sign of anyone.

  Snowflakes are almost the lightest objects, and even at the moment they come into contact with the human body, they will melt immediately. But it is these light objects that, because of their massive gathering together, become as heavy as a mountain, making one feel like their bones are being crushed by the accumulated snow, their back is being heavily punched by a powerful warrior, and their chest cavity is filled with blood rushing up through their throat to their mouth, making them unable to move even half an inch. The person's consciousness begins to gradually become unclear, and fragments of their past life start flashing before their eyes at high speed.

  These fragments were extremely fragmented, like a series of pictures, without any continuity at all. Suddenly the fragmented pieces all disappeared, and the entire world of consciousness was filled with a bright light, then Father Qiancheng's old face appeared. Under the dim and flickering oil lamp light, it gradually became clear.

  "Dad, I'm leaving."

  "Yes, outside is different from the Gan family, everything needs to be more careful."

  "With a dry, wanting-to-speak-but-stopping gaze at his father's aged face, he ultimately endured and didn't say anything more. Just the matter of leaving the Qian household alone, Father has paid too much for it; as a son, being unable to share any burden with Father is already unfilial, how could he open his mouth again?"

  "Son." Qian Cheng gazed quietly at Qian Jin, his rough large hand gently patted his shoulder and let out a sigh: "It's Dad who is useless, unable to become a Bloodline Warrior. Letting you suffer along with him too."

  Qian Jin bit his lip and silently shook his head. In the Qian family, if the father was a Blood Warrior, even if the son's bloodline had not awakened, his status would not be too bad.

  But similarly! If the bloodline of the shadow awakens, then even if the father doesn't have a bloodline awakening, he will still receive great compensation.

  "Dad" said in a dry and hoarse voice: "It's all my fault."

  Under the dim yellow lamp, Qian Cheng's face looked even more aged, his rough big hands didn't know whether they were comforting himself or Qian Jin, gently patted his shoulder: "I know what you want to say. Son, Hai Qing'er has also grown up with you since childhood, your feelings I can somewhat understand. But some things are really fate." Qian Jin silently nodded, his eyes flashing with a hint of resentment.

  "I know you like Hai Qing'er, and I also know that Hai Qing'er likes you." Qian Cheng let out a soft sigh with a look of despair: "But you also know that Hai Qing'er's family agreed to her being with you because you had the chance to awaken your bloodline. You are a member of one of the three ultimate bloodline warrior families. Now, since your bloodline awakening failed, even if Hai Qing'er is willing to be with you, her family won't agree. Don't forget that her family is also a bloodline warrior family."

  "I got it, Dad." Gan Jing had no more energy to waste on idle chatter, and his whole person seemed to have been drained of all vitality in an instant.

  "Alright, let's go early." Qian Cheng stood up and pushed open the door, slightly bowing his waist as he walked out of the room.

  Qianjin looked at his father's back, and a hint of sadness welled up in his heart. It wasn't that his father was intentionally hunching over, but rather the weight of life had bent his waist.

  "Come on, let's go."

  Qian Cheng walked in front with his hands behind his back and a slight hunch in his waist. From the rear, Xi saw that this man in his forties, who should be in his prime, looked like a sixty-year-old elder, his gait carrying a hint of frailty, without any semblance of a warrior's spirit.

  The entire conscious world suddenly lit up, and the scene turned into a deserted street.

  Under the starry sky, at the end of the street stood a young girl with long black hair swaying gently in the breeze. Her light green dress accentuated her slender legs, and even in the dark of night, it couldn't hide her pair of spirited eyes that shone with stubbornness and resilience.

  The wind is blowing gently.

  Qian Jin stood at one end of the street, Hai Qing stood at another section of the street, just quietly looking at each other without saying a word.

  However, Qian Jin saw countless words in Hai Qing'er's eyes.

  "I'll wait for you! I'll wait for you! No matter what arrangements are made for me at home, I'll wait for you!"

  "You must become a strong warrior. I'll be waiting for you to come back and marry me!"

  "I'll get stronger too! I won't let anyone look down on me!"

  "Wait! I'll be back! Even if you're carried away on a wedding sedan chair! Even if you've already stepped into the door of some aristocratic family, I'll definitely come and take you back!"

  Under the night sky, with a vigorous effort, he let out a loud roar to the heavens, and quickly turned around to walk into the darkness of the night, leaving behind only that beautiful figure standing alone at one end of the long street.

  The sharp light flashed again, and Qian Cheng's slightly bent waist, the stumbling steps became the only picture in his mind. However, this picture stopped for a few seconds before turning into the lonely figure of a woman standing at the end of the long street.

  Two scenes kept changing back and forth, Gan Jing's limbs that had been frozen by the accumulated snow began to recover their warmth bit by bit. Two extreme emotions kept colliding inside his body, blood, Dou Qi, and Tie Qiao breathing method seemed like three flames burning fiercely.

  Die? No way! I haven't become the great warrior that would make Father proud yet! I haven't brought Haiqing back home as my wife yet! Father has always considered Haiqing as his daughter-in-law, how can I die?!

  The aura flowed into the blade in his hand, and the boiling blood melted the cold snow around him. A thread of strength returned to his body, and the aura seemed like a mighty river filling his entire being. Black's arm strength, which he had trained for many days, struggled to lift the heavy sword in the deep snow.

  The slash of the horse's knife burst forth with unprecedented brilliance in the midst of the accumulated snow, the hard and heavy snow quickly parted to both sides, new snow pressed down from above, then was parted again, and pressed down once more.

  Boom! Boom! Boom! Open! Open! Open!

  Bai Lu's eyes suddenly lit up, and she found that in the snow that had already calmed down, there was a spot that was slowly sinking downwards. Although it was a very small fluctuation, it could still be seen with careful observation.

  The green snow was staring intently at the accumulated snow, and the speed of the collapsed snow seemed to be a little faster than before.

  "even faster", and then even faster again

  "Open it for me!"

  Under the snow, a loud roar pierced through the snow and rushed straight into the sky. The gleaming saber broke out of the snow! Gan Jing's legs kicked the hard snow around his body repeatedly, using his hands and feet together with his eyebrows covered in white snow. His mouth continuously emitted a white misty hot air, from which he drilled out.

  A loud roar! The once quiet Four Seasons Valley was again stirred up with a faint rumbling sound. Gan Jing raised his head, saw the snow on both sides of the mountain peak rolling down and rushing again, and couldn't help but let out three hearty laughs to show off his grandeur. With the horse-cutting knife in hand, he almost crawled out of the valley with his hands and feet.

  Just now, breaking through the accumulated snow had consumed almost all of Qianjin's strength. He lay in the empty space within the mountain valley, gazing up at the avalanche that was like a snowslide from the mountaintop, mixed with earth-shattering power pouring down. In his heart, he felt extremely lucky. Just now, if it wasn't for being pressed down by the tail end of the avalanche's thoroughly defeated snow, but rather by this kind of avalanche, no matter how much battle spirit he had, it would be useless. Not even a hundred lives would be enough to die from that. Biliu and Shuilianying each pulled one of Qianjin's arms, laboriously dragging him backwards. Although they were inside the Siji Mountain Valley, it was still hard to guarantee that the avalanche wouldn't crash in. Being too close was not good.

  Two people dragged each other for a distance of fifty or sixty meters and sat down on the ground simultaneously. The power of magic student Beryl was originally not as good as that of Water Lily, although she was a female swordsman, but because of her wound bleeding profusely, which seriously affected her physical strength, and she didn't have much energy left.