[Mo Dao Zu Shi Fanfiction] I Raise A Ying in Yiling

Chapter 305 Elder Blue 2

A chilling wind blows at year's end, and snow falls heavily all day.

In the depths of winter, heavy snowflakes, like goose feathers, tirelessly fell from the sky, which was covered with lead-gray clouds, leaving the vast world a boundless expanse of white.

Birds have all flown away, and no human trace remains. The earth, draped in a snow-white cloak, is utterly restrained and quiet, with no other noise disturbing this pure and clean tranquility.

In this vast expanse of white snow and ice, there is a unique and striking peak with a distinctive color.

This peak is extremely high, steep, and narrow. The vegetation on the peak is pitifully sparse, and thick layers of white snow have fallen one after another, just like a slender, sharp sword made of ice and snow, without any other color, cleaving straight into the sky! Only at the very top is a touch of dark emerald green, adding a unique charm.

This striking, unusual color is actually a towering old tree on the solitary peak, stubbornly and passionately growing from the cracks in the rocks, enduring countless years of wind, frost, rain, and dew, still providing a verdant canopy!

Just a foot in front of the tall, smooth tree trunk with sparse branches, within the shade of its canopy, stands a small, simple, and ancient four-cornered pavilion, exuding an air of weathered grandeur.

Inside this small pavilion, which should still be deserted, a refined young man, dressed in a reddish-brown robe with a three-blue-bird pattern on a reddish-brown background and a matching silk crane cloak, was kneeling leisurely. In front of him was an old rosewood tea table inlaid with marble and ice crackle patterns, on which sat a Ru kiln sky-blue teapot with winter plum blossom patterns and two matching teacups.

The refined young man rolled up his sleeves, held the teapot, and brewed and poured the tea with effortless grace. Then, he slowly picked up the teacup in front of him, which was about eight-tenths full, and brought it to his nose to smell it. Afterward, he raised the teacup and gestured slowly towards the outside of the pavilion: "It looks like it will snow tonight. Would you like a cup of tea?"

The next moment, a series of "rustling" footsteps came from afar. The footsteps were light and measured, and the frequency of each step, with its varying weight and pace, and the occasional pauses, was almost identical. It was clear that the person who came was a person who was extremely disciplined, rigid, and stubborn.

Although the newcomer walked unhurriedly, his speed was actually fast. In just a few breaths, he walked from a distance outside the pavilion to the tea table, raised his hand in a gesture of respect, and then knelt down opposite the refined young man.

After the visitor sat down, he did not sip the tea. Instead, he raised his eyes and looked at the refined man with a calm and deep gaze. He asked in a calm tone, "In such a cold winter, Fellow Daoist Wen sent a message to find me here. Is there any new order from Lord Qingheng?"

Upon hearing this, the refined young man, Wen Zhibai, blew on the steaming teacup at his lips, his voice tinged with regret: "Second Elder Lan, are you really not going to try this tea? This is a rare and exquisite tea, Jingyang Fuling Immortal Tea, which my sect leader rarely parted with!"

The newcomer—Elder Lan II—frowned slightly upon hearing this, his usually stern brows furrowing and his lips pursed: "Fellow Daoist Wen, my time is limited, please refrain from further discussion!"

Wen Zhibai's relaxed and leisurely expression suddenly vanished. He put down his teacup with a light "clang," and his gaze, like cold lightning carrying the flames of war, shot straight into the eyes of Elder Lan. He answered solemnly, "Qingheng-jun and the others ordered me to find Elder Lan and ask him for the answer to their question."

"Is now the right time?"

Elder Lan nodded slowly and solemnly: "Through the rigorous investigation by myself and other fellow Daoists, we have uncovered all the hidden plans of the various families within the enemy camp, including Jinjiang!"

As he spoke, he took out a plain-colored storage pouch from his sleeve and handed it to the table in front of Wen Zhibai. He tapped the pouch with his fingertip, "All the distribution areas of forces, hidden dark forces, and the vast and complex network of relationships are contained in this pouch! Fellow Daoist Wen must personally hand it over to Lord Qingheng without any mistakes!"

Wen Zhibai's ever-smiling face could no longer maintain its composure, his expression suddenly changed, and he let out a shallow, flustered "Second Elder Lan, is this really...?"

Wen Zhibai's outburst of questioning did not cause any emotional fluctuation in Elder Lan. He put his hands back into his sleeves and continued in a deep voice, "Inform Qingheng-jun that the plan will proceed as scheduled, and there will be no unexpected incidents!"

Wen Zhibai took a deep breath and hurriedly grabbed the storage pouch in front of him, carefully stuffing it into the innermost part of his Qiankun sleeve before finally feeling a sense of security and letting out a sigh of relief.

Upon hearing Elder Lan's resounding words, Wen Zhibai's eyes flickered slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Qingheng-jun once asked me, 'Elder Lan, when will you all return home safely?'"

He paused, then added, emphasizing each word: "On the eve of the final battle!"

Elder Lan the Second lowered his head and remained silent. After a long while, he stood up, raised his hand in a salute, and said, "This tea smells very fragrant. Fellow Daoist Wen, please don't waste it! I have urgent business to attend to and must take my leave first!"

He turned and strode out of the pavilion!

"Wait, Elder Lan!"

Stunned, Wen Zhibai suddenly stood up, ignoring the tea table that had been overturned in front of him. Amidst the clattering sound of shattering porcelain, he rushed to the stone steps of the front pavilion and blocked the Second Elder Lan's attempt to leave.

Wen Zhibai bowed deeply and said, "Please grant me a word, Elder Lan. Lord Qingheng and Sect Leader Nie are eagerly awaiting your safe return at the main camp day and night!"

The Second Elder Lan, who had been stopped, flicked his sleeve and said coldly and resolutely, "The fading glory of the old era will never illuminate the new world!"

Wen Zhibai's heart skipped a beat, an uncontrollable tremor rising within him, his tongue quivering as he uttered, "Second Elder Lan..."