He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

Chapter 165 Her Magic Weapon

The mirage of the snowy sea has finally resumed its normal cycle of day and night.

In the evening, the snow stopped, and Song Kaiyang came to find them.

Leng Huan already knew what they had gone through in the desert, and sighed inwardly that everything was indeed preordained.

After several hours of cultivation, Song Kaiyang's cultivation level improved, and more importantly, he looked younger after being nourished by spiritual energy!

Spiritual energy is the lifeblood of cultivators.

Even Fu Xun's skin had improved. Deciding to stockpile more spirit stones and fruits, Leng Huan politely greeted, "Uncle-Master, it's good to see you back."

"Yes, thanks to my disciple." Song Kaiyang took out a storage bag. "Inside is a water-attribute spirit sword, sharp enough to pierce armor. I'm giving it to my nephew as a gift."

As for Fu Xun's gift, he had already sent it. "Hahaha, unfortunately, I have been trapped for thousands of years and am now short of money. I will give you two a congratulatory gift after I return to my sect."

At this moment, Fu Xun shouted, "Master, although we have announced our vows to heaven and earth, we have not yet held a wedding banquet."

Song Kaiyang glanced at the two of them, then at the child in Fu Xun's arms, and understood. He simply said, "That's perfect. Let's add more joy when we return to the sect."

Leng Huan smiled politely, took the storage bag, but secretly pinched Fu Xun's waist.

Fu Xun's waist stiffened, and he gave her an innocent look.

“I don’t know where Wen Changge has been thrown, and there’s been no response to our messages. He’s probably quite far away. Since we’ve already agreed to meet at the Qiankun Tower, let’s set off.” Song Kaiyang looked at the sky, somewhat puzzled.

Upon hearing this, Leng Huan remembered the fragment and flipped her hand to show it. "Wait a minute. This is a fragment of the Ice Wheel. It has an extraordinary aura. I want to find the other fragments."

Sparkling, like fragments of ice jade, were in her palm.

Song Kaiyang asked curiously, "What ice wheel?"

Fu Xun understood: "It is the moon that appeared on this night of full moon over the snowy sea. Master, I guess that when we broke through the wall, it was the time of full moon over the snowy sea. Therefore, this 'moon' may be the source of the mirage."

Song Kaiyang: "I see. But these fragments are scattered everywhere, so they might be difficult to collect."

With a thought, Leng Huan channeled a wisp of profound energy into the fragment. In the next instant, the fragment lit up and soon emitted countless rays of light, guiding in all directions like fine threads.

A rough count revealed that there were over a hundred of them.

"This fragment may be the core, capable of drawing in the rest."

“Then, Senior Sister, I’ll go with you to find him. Master, you can go to the center first to meet up with Senior Wen, and we’ll come as soon as possible.”

Song Kaiyang thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, I'll go first. Be careful."

After saying that, he didn't waste any more words and directly transformed into light on his sword.

Leng Huan watched him leave, then looked at Fu Xun and gestured to the shard in his hand: "Look at this, doesn't it look like a shard of a mirror?"

Fu Xun: "It's very similar. Since it was attracted by your Xuan power, it must be compatible with your attributes. Let's quickly go find others."

Once restored, they would know what it was. Leng Huan nodded, activated the fragment, and the two began to collect the remaining fragments following the guidance of the light threads.

If one does not possess profound energy to resonate with it, searching for these white ice fragments in such a sea of ​​snow is like finding a needle in a haystack.

But Leng Huan was lucky; he could find the activation fragments regardless of whether it was day or night.

Actually, based on what she saw of the ice wheel shattering, there were countless fragments, but only a little over a hundred light filaments, suggesting that the ice wheel itself was only that many.

Eight days later.

"This is actually a mirror." Leng Huan looked at the fragments he had found and put them together. After being activated, they were drawn together by the light threads and glued together to form a magnificent disc mirror with a missing corner.

However, it cannot reflect people, perhaps because the last piece is missing, so the mirror surface is hazy.

Fu Xunxin's heart stirred, and he grabbed Leng Huan: "Come on, I'll take you to find the last piece."

Leng Huan was shocked: "You know where it is? It's this last piece that we're not sensing."

Fu Xun: "Hmm, let's go to the center of the wind formation. If I'm not mistaken, this is the legendary Illusion Moon Mirror, also known as the Snow Moon Mirror, and some people call it the Mirage Myriad Flower Mirror. Senior Sister, call it whatever you like."

"This is a Heaven-rank magic treasure, close to a divine artifact, also known as a semi-divine artifact. It belongs to the water and ice element, which is a perfect match for Senior Sister's spiritual root."

Some treasures are hard to classify; those above the Heavenly Grade but below the Divine Grade are called Semi-Divine Artifacts.

Leng Huan secretly swallowed hard. Regardless of its use, just the fact that it's a Heaven-grade magic weapon or a semi-divine artifact is already amazing!

Although she had some suspicions before, she never thought it was true.

Fu Xun thought she was quirky and clever, so he pretended not to know what she was thinking. What cultivator wouldn't be happy to get a magic weapon that suits them?

"Ordinary people only know that the magic mirror can create an illusionary realm. Senior sister, you can try it and see if it has any other uses."

As they spoke, the two appeared in the center of the wind formation. The gale had long since dissipated, but the wind here was still stronger than elsewhere.

Amidst the jagged rocks, there was a wind cave. Leng Huan directly activated the treasure mirror with his profound energy, and its light shone brightly, with a ray of light extending into the dark underground cave.

He handed the child to her and then jumped into the cave following the light.

Leng Huan held the child, continuously channeling his profound energy. He checked with his divine sense and found no danger, so he quietly waited for Fu Xun to come up.

The underground cave was extremely cold, with countless winding passages that were dark and frigid. If it weren't for the guiding light, one would probably get lost.

When they reached the last cave, they had no idea how deep it was. All they could see was a glowing, fan-shaped fragment stuck in a small crevice in the rocks ahead.

This place is sparsely populated and full of spiritual energy. Unexpectedly, the spiritual energy in this cave was condensed into water vapor, which gradually condensed into thin ice at low temperatures. Over the years, it formed a spirit stone mine.

Fu Xun carefully removed the fragment.

After looking around, he finally drew his sword, infused it with spiritual power, and swiftly drove it into the ground. A terrifying cracking sound rang out as the frozen earth and rocks crumbled.

The spiritual energy continued to surge towards the sword and into the ground. Pale purple spiritual light burst out in all directions, and a series of cracking sounds rang out. With a loud bang, the ground collapsed.

An even denser spiritual energy leaked out. Fu Xun touched the ground with one hand and probed it with his spiritual power. Sure enough, there was a medium-sized spiritual vein underneath!

With five fingers forming a claw, profound energy carrying purple arcs of electricity spread outwards, covering the entire spiritual vein.

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Suddenly, the ground shook violently. Leng Huan leaped up and landed on her sword, her ears filled with muffled rumbling sounds. She watched helplessly as the perfectly good wind array... collapsed.

Centered on the wind tunnel, the compressed airflow from the underground space rushed up, and she flew a little higher. What she saw was like an earthquake, with the ground and rocks collapsing for miles.

"Didn't you say you were retrieving the fragments?" Leng Huan stared in disbelief. "What... what is he doing?"

After thinking it over, Leng Huan hurriedly sent a message. Before he could even finish forming the incantation, a blinding purple light erupted from the wind tunnel location, and the ruins collapsed again. A figure enveloped in purple light flew out from within.

One hand wields a sword, the other... a spiritual vein shimmering with light, dazzling to the eye?

Fu Xun carefully put away the spiritual vein, then appeared in front of her and presented the fragment: "Senior Sister, I got the fragment. There was a spiritual vein underground, so I dug it up."

“…Okay, thank you…” Remembering that he didn’t like him saying thank you, Leng Huan shut up.

After receiving the fragments, I took out the precious mirror. After activating it, a white light burst forth, and the two fragments merged into one, revealing the perfectly intact precious mirror before my eyes.

The entire piece is translucent and gleaming like jade, engraved with mirage beast and snow moon patterns. Its design is simple and elegant, with a handle that fits comfortably in the hand. The front and back are identical, but the images reflected in the mirror are completely opposite!

Everything is upside down.

Once activated, it can create a captivating and mesmerizing illusion when viewed against an ordinary cultivator.

Leng Huan looked at the inscription on the bottom of the mirror, which was simply the two characters 'Snow Moon'.

"It really is the Snow Moon Treasure Mirror!"

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The two set off for the center, and Leng Huan spent a month on the small boat figuring out the general functions of the magic mirror.

This precious mirror had long been connected with her soul, and from then on, she had a magical treasure that could be used for both offense and defense.

"Time flies like an arrow. The secret realm will end in a little over a year." She thought to herself, "By then, Yun Du will be two and a half years old..."

After finishing his meditation, Leng Huan glanced at the father and son playing together head to head on the mat, and felt a mix of emotions.

Fate is so complicated.

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