Chapter 6 — On Dan Dinh Peak

I predicted it. One step sideways to escape the whirlwind, but the medicine tray in his hand was still broken, hot medicine water splashed on the back of his hand. The skin was burning and red, the pain went down to the bones. But I didn't scream for half a second, still standing straight in front of him, my eyes as determined as water settling at the bottom of a lake: "If the temple master doesn't believe it, the disciple is willing to guarantee his life. This bowl of medicine... is absolutely harmless." Luu Truong Phong's movements stopped. His eyes, red from pain, locked tightly on me, as if wanting to see right through to the bottom of my heart. A seventh-level Qi Refinement disciple, under the pressure of an overhauled Golden Core, remained steadfast and did not collapse... Perhaps it was because of the calmness in my eyes, perhaps... because years of pain had eroded his pride, making him yearn for any hope. He trembled and reached out to pick up the bowl of medicine. In the medicine, we deliberately added three rare additives. Their names are not even recorded in the Dan Dinh Phong archives, but we know clearly from the memory of the original work: they cannot completely cure the cold poison, but can neutralize the overbearing cold air, helping to temporarily stabilize the meridians. Liu Truong Phong closed his eyes and drank in one breath. In just a moment, a change happened. The cold mist covering his body could be seen with the naked eye dissipating little by little. The intense trembling gradually calmed down, and the inherently chaotic breathing became much more stable. Although his face was still pale and tired, it was clear that the pain in his bones had lessened by more than half. He slowly exhaled a cloudy breath, raised his head, and used a completely different look to observe me. That look was no longer angry, but mixed with curiosity, suspicion, even... a hint of surprise that was hard to hide. A hoarse, low voice rang out: "Who... are you?" 12 “Disciple To Tinh, a handyman disciple of Dan Dinh Phong.” I lowered my eyelids, my voice was respectful, without any wavering. “I asked… not this.” Liu Truong Phong opened his mouth hoarsely, his voice was still weak, but his eyes had regained clarity: "This medicine... where did you get it from?" I had prepared a long time ago, without a wave in my heart, I slowly replied: "The disciple happened to see a tattered ancient book. In it, there is a medicine called 'Cuu Duong Hoa Tuyet Thang', which specializes in treating the period of poison, yin and cold. I am stupid, I can only remember three auxiliary medicines in it, take the liberty of trying it... if there is any blasphemy, please be responsible for punishment." I have rehearsed this sentence in my heart countless times. “Cuu Duong Hoa Tuyet Thang…” Luu Truong Phong pondered, a ray of light flashed in the bottom of his eyes: “That ancient book… does it write a way to completely cure it?” …It's here. This is the sentence we have been waiting for from the beginning. I raised my head, my eyes were calm and straightforward, each word clear: "Yes. In the ancient book, it is written that you must use Long Hoa Sam as the main medicine to completely remove the toxins and eliminate the root of the disease." “Dragon Fire Ginseng?” He frowned, his voice lowered: "This thing only exists in legends, people are afraid it has disappeared." "Doubt." I shook my head, my tone was firm: "At the end of the ancient book, there is still a map left behind. The terrain drawn on it... with the Me Vong Van Coc that is about to open... has seven similar parts." Dan room, momentarily silent as death. Luu Truong Phong took a deep breath, his eyes were sharp as knives, staring at me, as if wanting to read every fiber of my being. soul. The heavy pressure caused the surrounding air to almost freeze. I still calmly faced it, knowing clearly in my heart - I bet on this game correctly. A person who has been tormented by cold poison for decades will not miss any ray of hope, even if it is just one in ten thousand. After a while, Liu Truong Phong slowly opened his mouth: "What... do you want?" I bowed deeply, my voice was calm: "I only ask the wind master... to grant me a place to enter the Mist Van Coc. I vow to find Long Hoa Sam for the seal master." "Okay." Just one word, but as heavy as a mountain, it shook me to the bottom of my heart. "If you really bring Dragon Hoa Sam back, I will immediately accept you as a personal disciple, all of Dan Dinh Phong's resources... at your disposal." A wave of joy broke out in my heart, but my face remained as calm as autumn lake water: "Disciple... thank you, Lord." The next day, the sect announced the final list of disciples qualified to enter Me Mist Van Coc. My name, towering in it. This news is like a bomb exploding in the inner sect. A handyman disciple, entering the inner sect for less than three months, how could he get one of the thirty highest chances?! Tran Vu was the first to stand up and protest, but Liu Truong Phong immediately imposed a ban on him, punishing him with a month of seclusion - not daring to say a word. The news reached the ears of Luu Thanh Nguyet and Luc Van Phi. It was said that the two of them were stunned for half a day. In Luc Van Phi's eyes, doubts swirled into reality, as if wanting to tear apart the shell of secrecy around us. In another distant mountain, Tieu Tran stood on the top of the mountain, looking at my name on the board, his eyes as deep as an abyss, not knowing what he was thinking. Even though there were storms and storms outside, I didn't pay any attention. Holding in my hand the travel pass personally given by Luu Truong Phong, I stood on top of Dan Dinh Phong, looking down at the sea of clouds rolling in the distance. At that moment, my heart beat rapidly. I know, from this moment on, I am no longer someone who only knows how to stand under the stage and watch the show. Me Vu Van Coc — will be my first stage. And very soon, the "main characters" who were once favored by fate... will discover that - in this chess game, a variable piece has appeared, which they have no way to control. 13 Thick fog rolled around, obscuring vision, and the cold aura was bone-chilling. In the secret realm, vision is compressed to the limit, and even divine consciousness is difficult to expand beyond ten feet. We have just been transported into a humid forest, the ground is wet and slippery, the chirping sounds of insects echo among the layers of white mist. Before I could stand still, Luc Van Phi and Luu Thanh Nguyet walked straight towards me.

“To Tinh!” Luu Thanh Nguyet's eyes were full of hatred, her voice was like a sharp knife: "You must confess honestly! What sorcery did you use to seduce Elder Liu so that you could win a place to enter here?!" I raised my eyebrows slightly, but didn't answer yet. Next to him, Luc Van Phi said nothing, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife, pressing so hard that his aura condensed. This voiceless questioning was even more pressing than Luu Thanh Nguyet's harsh words. I was too lazy to waste words, bypassed them, followed my memory and headed towards Long Hoa Sam.

“Stop!” A cold shout rang out from behind. Just one Suddenly, Luc Van Phi's body flashed, blocking right in front of her, her eyebrows furrowed tightly: "To Tinh, do you think I don't know what you are planning? That day in the back mountain, you disappeared... Now that I think about it, there must be some secret there! Say! Did you already know what was under the waterfall?!" That's sharp... but still not enough. I stopped, smiled, my eyes curved into the shape of a crescent moon: "Sixth senior brother, are you going to ask me... what identity?" He paused for a moment: "Is it... a fellow senior brother, or... did you pursue me before?" “You!” Luc Van Phi's face turned red and her aura was slightly disturbed. “What do I do?” The smile on my lips suddenly disappeared, leaving only cold eyes: "Luc Van Phi, stop giving me that self-righteous look. You and I... have long been unrelated. My affairs... are not your turn to manage!" As I finished speaking, my spiritual energy circulated, I suddenly turned into a splash of water, rushed into layers of fog, and disappeared without a trace.

Behind, Luu Thanh Nguyet was so angry that she trembled and stomped on the ground: "Van Phi, look at her attitude! Too arrogant!" Luc Van Phi did not answer, just quietly looked at the direction I disappeared, the bottom of her eyes were bottomless, the cold light seemed to contain a storm. I activated all my spiritual energy, rushing through the mist, following the original memories, avoiding all the hidden demon beasts and formations. Where other disciples were still cautiously probing, I walked leisurely as if walking in my garden. This is our absolute advantage — information is our golden thread. About half a day later, we stopped in front of a glowing red canyon. Lava rolled under the crack, heat rose layer by layer, burning skin. In the middle of the sea of lava, on a black lava rising out of the lava, a spirit grass was as red as blood, its shape curved like a dragon, its whole body emitting strong spiritual fire vibrations, burning the entire air. Long Hoa Sam! At that moment, my heart was beating rapidly, the corners of my lips were slightly raised - this opportunity had finally come to me!