Chapter 215 – The Cliff Flower Named Udumbara

Boom!

As Ye Kuang narrowly passed through the thunder zone, before he could even catch his breath, the ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble violently.

Startled, he couldn’t help but look up, his heart leaping into his throat.

He saw the Kunlun Mountains sliding—a full-blown avalanche had occurred!

Ye Kuang: “Damn it…”

But before his words faded, he was completely buried by the overwhelming snow.

Rumble!

As far as the eye could see, the white wave carried the power to destroy heaven and earth, snaking along the winding mountain path like a dragon or serpent, sweeping across dozens of miles.

The sky had been dark and gloomy before, but who would have thought that after the avalanche, it would become completely cloudless.

Such mysterious weather, once unpredictable, made it impossible to fathom.

It was unclear how much time had passed—perhaps a day, perhaps a week.

When the snow finally settled, in the midst of the icy wilderness with a biting cold wind, a large hand suddenly emerged from the snow.

Accompanied by a golden glow and boiling waves of energy exploding layer by layer, a figure forcefully crawled out from within.

It was Ye Kuang!

He lay on his back, panting heavily, his face flushed and veins bulging.

Under the blazing sunlight, he suddenly opened his eyes, his dazed gaze clearly filled with lingering fear.

He had miraculously survived on the brink of life and death!

“Hahaha…”

For a moment, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but laugh wildly, subtly revealing the relief of having narrowly escaped death.

As the Jade Void Creation Art rapidly circulated, he began to recover his depleted energy on the spot.

When he closed his eyes, the sun was shining brightly, but when he opened them again, darkness had fallen.

It must be mentioned here that, due to the surging protective True Qi around him, Ye Kuang did not feel the biting cold.

By the next morning, as sunlight bathed the earth, fully illuminating the Kunlun Mountains, he suddenly awoke from his meditative state.

The blinding light was warm, like the gentle touch of a young maiden, capable of soothing all wounds.

At that moment, as Ye Kuang adjusted to the dazzling light, his nostrils were suddenly filled with a delicate floral fragrance.

This faint scent, wafting over intermittently, made his pores relax and refreshed his spirit.

He couldn’t help but widen his eyes, scanning his surroundings intently. When he found nothing, he abruptly looked up.

On the steep cliff, a flower bud about ten feet tall came into view.

‘She’ was like a shy maiden, budding and full of vibrant vitality; yet also like a proud princess, her inexplicable loneliness barely concealed by the wind and frost, standing tall and graceful nonetheless.

In an instant, Ye Kuang was mesmerized!

Legend has it that beyond the borders, there are snow lotuses born in the accumulated snow of countless mountains. They fear no cold currents and retain their proud spirit, clearly one of the world’s natural treasures.

It takes one year to break free from the constraints of mud and stone, four years to stubbornly sprout tender buds; eight years to stretch out their proud stems, and sixteen years to form mysterious buds;

To bloom with proud elegance, they require twenty years of growth, and only after forty-nine years do they fully mature!

This is the growth cycle of the Udumbara Flower (Snow Lotus Spiritual Essence).

She embodies the proud spirit of winter plum blossoms and the purity of peonies… distinctly combining the characteristics of nine types of natural spiritual treasures in her bloom.At this thought, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but grow restless, clearly appearing impatient and somewhat undignified, yet his greedy expression wasn’t much different from ordinary mortals.

“The weather is unpredictable, fortune is fleeting… Without facing life and death, how can one achieve immortality…” Ye Kuang spontaneously burst into poetic fervor, acting like a child who gained an advantage yet still complained, roaring wildly across the uninhabited mountain range.

“Vast skies and wild fields, I see you going mad, climbing cliffs with my feet, holding up the sky with my hands—who else is as crazy as I? Surviving great peril, fortune follows. If not now, when shall we achieve our destiny? Little flower, don’t run away—this fierce tiger will set you free, alright…”

Amid his banter, Ye Kuang suddenly leaped up, stepping onto protruding rock walls. His entire body shot forth like an arrow piercing through clouds, hovering dramatically atop a cliff hundreds of feet high.

Had anyone witnessed this scene, their jaws would surely have dropped in astonishment!

In the blink of an eye, Ye Kuang landed beside the Udumbara Flower, instantly intoxicated by its astonishing fragrance.

The rich scent, woven from countless floral aromas, invigorated both body and mind.

It could be said this was a fragrance he had never encountered before, clearly surpassing even the natural scent Ling Piaoyun carried.

If her fragrance was the finest in the mortal realm, then this gentle orchid aroma before him belonged to the heavens.

As he breathed it in, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but feel his limbs grow weak, his blood boiling with excitement.

“Damn it, why am I suddenly thinking of that wretched woman? Could I be lovesick?” he muttered to himself, then repeatedly spat: “Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey…”

This shameful sensation made even a stout fellow like him feel unbearably flushed.

Unbeknownst to him, Ling Piaoyun suddenly sneezed three times in succession.

“Piaoyun, what’s wrong?” Leng Qianxun inquired abruptly. “Tell your Honored Master properly how you came to know that boy.”

“Yes, Honored Master…”

Meanwhile, setting aside how the Xiaoyin Sect discussed Ye Kuang, he found himself in a dilemma.

As the saying goes, ascending a mountain is easy, but descending is hard!

Gazing down at the base of the cliff, Ye Kuang saw only rising mist and utter darkness, like a giant abyssal maw ready to devour all existence.

He couldn’t help but feel a tremor of fear. While he hadn’t felt anything climbing up, the thought of jumping down now made him somewhat apprehensive.

“Damn it, why would such a spiritual treasure grow on this vast cliff? Isn’t this asking for trouble?”

For a moment, the cliff echoed with Ye Kuang’s despairing lament.

The sound waves rose one after another, ghostly and eerie, stirring the soul as they lingered between heaven and earth.

This desolate corner of Kunlun now resembled a burial ground for gods and demons.

Unbeknownst to him, Ye Kuang’s mournful howls provoked roars and cries from beasts and birds throughout the deep Kunlun mountains.

Thump, thump, thump!

On a plateau atop a certain peak, three figures swift as lightning quietly emerged.

Each wore straw hats, their bodies light as swallows. As they flew past, they left no traces—the legendary “treading snow without leaving footprints.”

In mere moments, they had dashed several miles, a testament to their extraordinary Lightness Skill!