402: Ice Fairy

I don't know how many days passed.

Wang Feng lay on the bed, his eyelids trembling slightly, and the icy pain in his body made him feel uncomfortable.

"Are you awake?"

A strange woman's voice entered his ears, cold as ice. Wang Feng's eyes trembled, and he slowly opened them.

"Who are... you?"

Wang Feng frowned. He had been unconscious for too long, and his vision was blurry for a moment, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Ice Immortal, and also... Jiang Hanxi's mother..."

Ice Immortal's voice became softer as she spoke the latter part, subtly tinged with a hint of guilt.

"Whew~"

Wang Feng closed his eyes and exhaled a turbid breath, feeling the treasure-like bed beneath him nourishing his injured body.

"You are the so-called mother who abandoned her in the lower realm and didn't care?"

Wang Feng spoke bluntly. He had always felt sorry for Jiang Hanxi regarding this matter, and his tone became somewhat unfriendly.

"Mm..."

Ice Immortal let out an apologetic 'mm,' generously admitting the matter without denial.

"I am the Third Generation Great Emperor of Ice Palace. At that time, the Immortal Ascension Road had opened, and I had no choice but to do so."

Ice Immortal explained why she abandoned Jiang Hanxi at that time, her voice cold and remorseful.

"So her master was also arranged by you?"

"Mm."

Wang Feng fell silent, no longer speaking, quietly gazing at the face beside him, which bore some resemblance to Jiang Hanxi's.

"What about her father?"

Wang Feng suddenly became curious about this question, as he had never heard Jiang Hanxi mention her father.

"He died. I killed him with my own hands."

Wang Feng: ???

Killing Husband to achieve Dao???

Ice Immortal sat on a chair nearby, looking at Wang Feng's strange expression, and continued softly:

"Don't look at me like that. He wronged me; he deserved to die!"

"Alright, since we've finished talking about my matters, it's time to talk about yours."

Ice Immortal's cold words shifted, leading the conversation towards Wang Feng. She seemed unwilling to dwell on the matter of Jiang Hanxi's father.

"I heard that you are Hanxi's Husband in the lower realm?"

Ice Immortal recalled Su Wan's words and the described scene, her voice sounding somewhat uncertain.

"Me? Let me introduce myself."

"My name is Wang Feng, born on the Heavenly Cang Continent. I barely survived... my life, encountered Jiang Hanxi, and became her disciple."

"I joined the Sword Sect and Ice Palace, and had a nine-stage karmic bond with Jiang Hanxi. Finally, Jiang Hanxi was touched by my gentleness, and I became her Husband."

"Tens of thousands of years ago, a great catastrophe befell the lower realm's Heavenly Cang Continent. To protect her, I died. It's that simple."

After speaking, Wang Feng tried to move his body and found that, apart from some cold pain, there were no major issues.

He was already accustomed to this pain, so he endured it and sat up directly. After all, he had even endured the tearing sensation that penetrated his soul.

Ice Immortal remained silent for a long time, pondering whether Wang Feng's words were true.

"Where is Jiang Hanxi? I want to see her."

Wang Feng interrupted Ice Immortal's thoughts, directly stating his desire to see Jiang Hanxi. After all, he hadn't forgotten her crazed appearance because of him.

"Her soul was damaged, so she probably won't wake up anytime soon."

"With all your injuries, are you sure you want to go?"

Ice Immortal looked at the bloodstains on Wang Feng's abdomen. His long white robe had not been changed; instead, he was healing through his clothes.

"Definitely!"

"Just these minor injuries, hehe..."

Wang Feng lowered his head and looked at his injuries, then let out a few inexplicable chuckles.

As long as a person isn't dead, any injury to him is... a minor injury!

"Mm, change your clothes. I'll wait for you outside."

Ice Immortal's cold voice finished, and she turned to leave the cave dwelling. Wang Feng finally had time to examine his surroundings.

The surroundings were not rooms, but walls. The surrounding immortal qi was very dense, nourishing his wounds.

Wang Feng found that cultivators in the Immortal World seemed to prefer residing in cave dwellings, as it seemed easier to gather immortal qi within them.

Wang Feng dazed for a while, then took out a small number of long white robes from his storage space and put them on.

These clothes were not worth many source points.

So the System didn't convert all of them into source points for him, but conscientiously left two sets.

A moment later, Ice Immortal looked at Wang Feng, who emerged from the cave dwelling neatly dressed, and nodded, raising her palm and waving it.

Just as Wang Feng thought she would lead him to another cave dwelling, his vision blurred, and they arrived in a courtyard.

"Is Jiang Hanxi in here?"

Wang Feng looked at Ice Immortal, who stood silently beside him, her demeanor and face cold as ice, and asked with confusion.

"Mm."

Ice Immortal's expression did not change much; she merely let out a faint 'mm' and walked towards the simple yet dignified house.

Creak~

The house door was slowly pushed open. Wang Feng, following behind Ice Immortal, looked at the objects inside the house.

The house was as cold as ever... no, that's not right!

Just as Wang Feng thought the house would be as desolate as ever, he suddenly realized that it wasn't what he had imagined.

His eyes first caught sight of an old, swallow-shaped kite hanging on the wall.

As Wang Feng slowly stepped inside, his gaze couldn't help but become dazed.

On the tables and cabinets, children's toys were neatly arranged.

The house was filled with various objects of different sizes, making the otherwise desolate room much more diverse.

But for Jiang Hanxi, this room was still as desolate.

Even more desolate than when it didn't have these various objects, because... it lacked the most important thing.

"This is the house Jiang Hanxi lived in when she came to the Immortal World."

"She seems to... really like these small objects that mortal children play with. Don't touch them."

Ice Immortal stood beside Jiang Hanxi's bed, her gaze fixed on Jiang Hanxi, who lay quietly on the bed, and instructed Wang Feng.

She didn't come to this place often, because Jiang Hanxi disliked her greatly.

Ever since Jiang Hanxi's memories were sealed by her, she had sealed this place with a formation, prohibiting anyone from approaching.

Out of respect for Jiang Hanxi, she also did not touch anything inside the house, so she didn't know the origin of these things.

"I gave these to her..."

Wang Feng walked to the side of the bed, his gaze fixed on the small clay figurine of Wang Feng and a small rattle drum placed inside the head of the bed, and spoke in a muffled voice.

Wang Feng's gaze slowly shifted to Jiang Hanxi's fairy-like beautiful face.

However, at this moment, she looked somewhat sickly, her complexion pale.

Ice Immortal was stunned when she heard Wang Feng's words, seemingly not having expected that the mortal objects Jiang Hanxi preserved so well were given by him.