214: Chapter 214 Is Little Eleven a Bingyi?

Lan Shuo's consciousness was about to fade away, but he heard Feng Yange speaking to him.

Before his consciousness vanished, he seemed to see Feng Yange; he wanted to say sorry, but he was truly so tired.

Yet, instinctively, he still followed Feng Yange's words. Lan Shuo's original form became tiny, and Feng Yange picked him up, entered the space, and settled him inside.

"System, is there any way to save him?"

[Host, his vital signs are about to disappear. To save him, you must form a marriage contract with him and make him your husband. The System can reward you with a nine-turn soul returning pill to save his life.]

Feng Yange looked at Lan Shuo, "Lan Shuo, can you still hear me? I only have one way to save you now. Become my, Feng Yange's, eleventh husband, and I can save you. Are you willing?"

Lan Shuo did not respond, and Feng Yange felt a bit annoyed.

"System, give him a chance to speak."

[Host, he cannot wake up now. Ask him; if his subconscious agrees, the marriage stone will appear, and the marriage contract will be completed.]

Feng Yange was just about to lose her temper when the marriage stone suddenly appeared above her head. Lan Shuo's name appeared on it, entangled with red threads. Feng Yange was stunned for a moment, looking at the name on the marriage stone, then back at Lan Shuo, who showed no reaction at all.

He actually agreed in his subconscious?

"Forget it, saving his life comes first." Feng Yange could not care about so much; her luck was truly something else.

[Host, the nine-turn soul returning pill has been issued; you may feed it to him.]

A Medicinal Pill appeared in Feng Yange's palm. She fed it to Lan Shuo, and seeing that he still had no reaction, she fed him some spirit spring water as well.

[Host, Lan Shuo's vitality has been restored. You may leave him in the space to recuperate. The System reward, the Immortal Abode, is being issued, and the space upgrade has begun.]

Feng Yange acknowledged this; the System was quite straightforward this time.

Feng Yange settled Lan Shuo in the space and emerged from it, where the others gathered around.

"Mistress, how is Lan Shuo?"

Long Ze's eyes were full of guilt, "Mistress, I am sorry. It was my fault for not keeping an eye on him."

"Tell me, what happened?"

Feng Yange looked at the large pile of Snow Beast corpses on the ground and listened as Long Ze explained that Lan Shuo, fearing he would die here, had used his ultimate move to instantly kill these Snow Beasts, which was why he had risked his life.

"This guy is too crazy. If he had just waited a bit longer for us to arrive, he wouldn't have had to risk his life."

Mo Yuan was also shocked; this was simply too reckless.

"Perhaps he was afraid the Mistress would blame him. He asked me to tell the Mistress that he did not break his promise."

Long Ze took out a storage ring filled with medicinal herbs and handed it to Feng Yange. After glancing at the herbs inside, Feng Yange's heart ached even more.

"I'll settle the score with him once he wakes up. My nine-turn soul returning pill!"

"nine-turn soul returning pill?" Yue Lan was shocked, and the gazes of the others were equally stunned. Each of them clenched their fists, but soon, they relaxed, unable to hide the worry on their faces.

Feng Yange took in the shock in their eyes, "The System said his vitality was about to end and told me to form a contract with him to be rewarded with a nine-turn soul returning pill. It was his only chance to survive. But I didn't force him; I asked him, and the System said his subconscious agreed, otherwise he couldn't have completed the marriage contract."

"Mistress, you don't need to be nervous. The marriage stone requires both parties to agree to complete the marriage contract. Even if he only agreed subconsciously, it was to save his life. At worst, we can let him leave once he recovers; after all, it was to save me."

Thinking of Lan Shuo's crazy actions, Long Ze was truly frightened.

He only wanted to get the herbs; he didn't want Lan Shuo's life.

"Mistress, that guy ate a nine-turn soul returning pill, so we can't just let him go like that." A trace of calculation appeared in Xuan Li's eyes as he leaned over and whispered into Feng Yange's ear, "Mistress, do you know what his original form is?"

"Isn't it an Ice Jiao?"

Feng Yange looked at Xuan Li in confusion, only to see the same confusion on the faces of the others. Xuan Li bent down to process the Snow Beast corpses, his tone very light, "Mistress, his original form is not an Ice Jiao. However, it's better to wait for him to wake up and tell you himself. I can only confirm that he is not an Ice Jiao; he might be from the same species as Long Ze."

Long Ze's gaze darkened, "Could it be a Bingyi?"

Xuan Li shrugged, "I don't know, I can only be certain that this Ice Jiao is not his original form. Perhaps it's suppressed by a Seal. You should be able to sense his Bloodline better than I can."

Long Ze's gaze sank. He could indeed feel that something was wrong with Lan Shuo's Bloodline, but he wasn't sure.

"What is a Bingyi?"

Feng Yange asked Mo Yuan in a low voice. She felt that this world was truly unfamiliar to her. She had Transmigrated into a cultivation world and could find beast husbands; it was said to be a beast world, yet she could Cultivate. Although it wasn't the standard cultivation world, it was still a place where the strong preyed on the weak.

"The Lord of the Cold Abyss, but this species has long been extinct."

Mo Yuan was also stunned. If it really was a Bingyi, the Mistress could not let him leave.

Feng Yange's lips twitched slightly; she knew it, everything she picked up turned out to be something good.

"Don't just stand there. Process all this meat, and peel the fur off intact. It can be used to make cushions in winter; they will be especially warm." This fur was truly soft and supple; it shouldn't go to waste. It would count as Lan Shuo's dowry.

"Clean it up first; as long as Lan Shuo is fine, that's all that matters."

Everyone tacitly cleaned up the battlefield. Feng Yange didn't stay idle either, instructing them on how to process the materials. Once finished, the group boarded the flying boat and retreated from the Peak of the Snow Mountain.

"A-Lin, see if these snow lotuses are enough."

Feng Yange organized the snow lotuses and handed them to Yun Lin. She counted them; there were five snow lotuses, and she didn't know how many Yun Lin needed.

"Mistress, it's not enough."

Yun Lin lowered his eyes, "My injuries require many snow lotuses."

Although snow lotuses are precious, he needed many.

"Lan Shuo said that the snow lotuses don't grow much here; we only picked five. However, on that Peak of the Snow Mountain over there, there are quite a few snow lotuses. But that is the territory of the Snow Eagles. Going there to pick snow lotuses carries extremely high risk."

Long Ze pointed to the towering Peak of the Snow Mountain in the distance. It was an existence that touched the clouds, with bottomless cliffs below and ice and snow covering the top. To go to that place to pick snow lotuses, one would need to be powerful enough to instantly kill the Snow Eagles.

But it was obvious that the Snow Eagles here were strong and very difficult to deal with.

"Besides here, are there other snow mountains with snow lotuses?"

Feng Yange stared into the distance, deep in thought. These Snow Eagles were hard to deal with; it would be good if she could trade with them.

"The snow lotuses here have age. Lan Shuo said that each one is at least a thousand years old."

After Long Ze finished speaking, Feng Yange's eyes lit up, "Are there really thousand-year-old snow lotuses?"

"Of course, the snow lotuses there are even older." Yun Lin regretted saying that immediately because he saw the Mistress's eyes glowing, "It's just a Snow Eagle, right? If we can't beat them, can't we just run?"

"Mistress, it's dangerous." Yun Lin warned, "I will go myself."

Feng Yange suddenly revealed a wicked smile. Yun Lin took a step back, his eyes flustered, "Mistress, what's wrong?"

"Do you know what my Spiritual Root is?"

Feng Yange's mind raced, and her smile gradually became twisted.