Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 330 Fairy, Destiny

The group continued uphill.

The higher they went, the stronger the wind became and the thicker the snow grew. But none of the women were ordinary people. Even the weakest, Liu Sheng Piaopiao, had a fifth-grade cultivation level. In addition, Lin Chen would occasionally wrap them in his true energy, so they didn't feel uncomfortable.

After walking for half an hour, we finally reached the top of the mountain.

The mountaintop was a flat snowfield, white and boundless.

Several short cedars grew on the snowfield, their branches twisted and gnarled by the wind, resembling menacing monsters.

The distant mountain peaks stretch endlessly, appearing and disappearing in the clouds and mist.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting huge shadows on the snowfield, flowing slowly with the movement of the clouds, like a living thing.

In the middle of the snowfield, a person stood.

a woman.

She stood in the snow dressed in white, seemingly blending into the world.

Her long hair, as black as ink, reached down to her waist.

Her skin was as white as snow, not in a sickly way, but as warm and smooth as jade, with a faint glow.

Her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, with long, thin eyebrows and dark, unfathomable eyes.

He had a straight nose and slightly pursed lips, giving him a cool demeanor, but he wasn't unapproachable; on the contrary, he made people want to get closer.

She stood there, the wind blowing her clothes and her long hair flying, making her look as if she were about to ride the wind away.

Although she was standing in the snow, she made people feel as if she were standing on a cloud, untouched by any dust.

Yao Yao opened her mouth wide, unable to close it for a long time.

Lan Fenghuang was also stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned to look at Lin Chen.

Liu Shengxue looked at the woman, a flicker of something flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

Liu Sheng Piao Piao huddled behind Lin Chen, peeking out half her head to peek before shrinking back in.

Lin Chen stood at the front, looking at the woman with no expression on his face.

He had sensed her with his divine sense halfway up the mountain. At the time, he only felt that her aura was not weak. Now that they were standing face to face, he realized that not only was it not weak, but he could not see through her.

Either they are extremely well hidden, or their cultivation level is higher than his.

There are actually people like this in the Eastern Region?

The woman was also looking at Lin Chen. Her gaze swept across his face, then looked at the women behind him, and finally returned to Lin Chen's face.

She spoke softly, her voice like snow falling among pines, clear and cool yet carrying an indescribable charm:

Who are you?

Lin Chen's lips curled into a slight smile as he chuckled, "You who came here to admire the snow, was that avalanche you caused?"

The woman nodded, then shook her head: "It's not something I did, it's just practicing martial arts."

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow: "Practice martial arts?"

The woman said, "I was practicing my martial arts and accidentally triggered an avalanche." Her tone was calm, as if she were saying that the weather was nice today.

Lin Chen stared at her for a while before asking, "What's your name?"

The woman paused for a moment, then said calmly, "Lingbo."

Lingbo?

Lin Chen's mind raced for a moment, then he thought of Ling Bo, the second-ranked woman on the Rouge Ranking.

Legend has it that she is a dragon whose head is seen but not her tail. No one knows where she came from or what level of cultivation she possesses, leaving behind only a bunch of rumors that leave people with much to ponder.

Some say she is a spirit of the Tianshan snow lotus, some say she is a descendant of ancient immortals, and some say she is not human at all, but a mountain spirit.

Lin Chen had always thought these were just boasts, but he never expected that the real person would be standing right in front of him.

He looked the woman up and down, and the more he looked, the more he felt that she truly deserved the ranking.

Empress Zhao Lingyang was beautiful, but she also possessed an imperial aura that was sharp and intimidating, like a rose with thorns.

The woman in front of me was different. She stood there like a white lotus on a snow-capped mountain, neither vying for attention nor being coquettish or vulgar. She was quiet and unassuming, yet she was captivating.

If it weren't for the Empress's imperial status, the two would probably be evenly matched; no, this woman might even have been slightly better.

Various thoughts flashed through Lin Chen's mind, but his face remained calm as he smiled:

"Young lady, aren't you afraid of encountering danger while practicing martial arts alone on this snowy mountain?"

Lingbo said calmly, "I'm not afraid."

Her voice was very soft, but for some reason, it made people feel that she wasn't just putting on a brave face, but was genuinely unafraid.

Lin Chen gave her a deep look, but didn't ask any further questions:

"Then I won't disturb your practice any longer, young lady. Let's enjoy the scenery for a while and then leave!"

Without waiting for Lingbo's reply, he turned and left with the girls.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

Lingbo remained standing there, quietly watching them.

The wind blew her long hair, revealing half of her profile, making her look as beautiful as a painting.

Lin Chen smiled, withdrew his gaze, and led the girls to the other side of the mountaintop.

Yao Yao had been holding back for a while, then lowered her voice and asked:

"Husband, who is that woman? She's so beautiful!"

She considered herself to be good-looking, but compared to that woman, she was like a star compared to the moon.

Lan Fenghuang leaned closer and whispered, "Husband, do you also not understand her?"

Lin Chen nodded slightly: "Mm."

Yao Yao asked again, "Why is she up there all by herself? Isn't she cold?"

Lin Chen ignored her, and Yao Yao continued, "Is she a fairy? She's so beautiful."

Lin Chen reached out and pressed her head down: "Don't ask, I don't know either."

Yao Yao pouted, but still couldn't help turning around to look.

The woman remained standing there, her white clothes fluttering in the wind, growing farther and smaller until she became a white dot and disappeared into the snowfield.

Lan Fenghuang frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said:

"Husband, do you think she did that avalanche on purpose?"

Lin Chen's lips curled slightly, revealing a meaningful smile:

Whether it was intentional or not, I'll remember her.

Lan Fenghuang was taken aback, then smiled faintly: "Husband, what if she...?"

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow slightly: "What are you thinking? You think you can fall for me after just one meeting?"

"That means your husband has taken a liking to her!" Yao Yao interjected with a smile.

Lin Chen smiled but didn't say anything.

He might be interested in her? Maybe!

Lan Fenghuang and the other girls exchanged glances, their unspoken understanding unspoken.

Liu Sheng Piaopiao glanced at Lin Chen, her lips slightly pouting.

The group reached the other side of the mountain, where the scenery was even more breathtaking.

Standing on the edge of the cliff and looking down, there is a bottomless abyss, with clouds and mist churning beneath your feet.

The distant snow-capped mountains stretch endlessly, shimmering silver in the sunlight, like a giant dragon lying on the earth.

The mountain wind howled, making people's robes flutter, and the world was a vast expanse of white.

Yao Yao stood on the edge of the cliff, spread her arms wide, and shouted, her voice echoing through the valley several times.

Lan Fenghuang stood to the side, looking at the scenery in the distance with a smile on her face.

Liu Shengxue found a rock to sit on, looking at the distant mountains, lost in thought.

Liu Sheng Piaopiao stood next to Lin Chen and whispered, "Brother-in-law, this place is so beautiful."

Lin Chen nodded: "Yes, it is quite beautiful."

He stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the sea of ​​clouds, and suddenly remembered the woman from earlier.

What kind of "kung fu" is she talking about? Causing an avalanche and then being alone in this desolate wilderness, it doesn't seem normal at all.

She ranked second on the Rouge Ranking, just how high is her cultivation level?

……

Lingbo remained standing in the same spot, watching Lin Chen and his group disappear into the distance at the edge of the snowfield.

The wind made her clothes flutter and her long hair fly.

She stood there motionless, like a jade sculpture.

"Lin Chen, the Prince of Zhenbei..."

She murmured softly, her voice so low that only she could hear it.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her lips. "Will you be that destined one?"

She looked up at the distant sky.

The clouds were thick, obscuring the sun, and the world was shrouded in a vast expanse of gray.

She stood there, blending into the snow-capped mountains, as if she had been there since time immemorial.

The wind blew, and snowflakes flew up and swirled around her.

She reached out and caught a snowflake, watching it slowly melt in her palm.

"Twenty years," she said softly.

Since she grasped a sliver of the secrets of heaven, she has stayed on this snow mountain for twenty years.

The celestial signs indicate that that person will come from the east, carrying the air of worldly affairs.

She didn't know who that person was, or what he looked like; she only knew that she would know when he arrived.

Today, she saw him.

The young man surrounded by several women was lazy and irresponsible, and didn't look like a decent person.

But she saw clearly the moment he stepped in to block the avalanche.

The force, angle, and timing of that palm strike were perfectly controlled; any more would have been too forceful, and any less too gentle. Even she might not have been able to do it so well.

Lingbo withdrew her gaze and turned to walk deeper into the snow-capped mountains.

Her white clothes fluttered in the wind, and her steps were light, leaving almost no footprints on the snow.

A gust of wind blew by, stirring up a cloud of snowflakes that blurred her figure.

When the wind died down, the snowfield was deserted, as if no one had ever been there.