The legendary warrior

What happened in the hall spread like wildfire. Soon, everyone in Snow Sect knew what was going on.

Ricky had gotten a lot of attention since he became a disciple of the sect. Now that he seemed to have beaten Lean, the number two guy among the top ten outer disciples, everyone was keeping an eye on him. Everything he did might be dangerous to the different factions. Especially, the Refinement Faction and the Casting Faction had noticed his capability. They felt menace.

They noticed that Ricky had quickly grown quite powerful. They had never seen a disciple achieve so much so rapidly.

Ricky did not pay attention to the gossip about him. Why would he waste time on things that didn't matter? So he went back to his place, packed up, and headed for the snowy mountains. By midnight, he'd already cleared the gates of the Snow Sect, and kept pressing forward.

There was a reason he set out in the dead of night. If he tried to do it by day, he would have come into conflict with men from the Refinement or the Casting Factions, and he would likely be quite dead.

Heather had offered to go with Ricky to find the spot where the Magic Ice was. However, Ricky turned her down, fearing for her safety. He couldn't guarantee his own safety, let alone hers. He would not forgive himself if she were injured or dead.

Thanks to Grace's directions, Ricky arrived at one of the mountain ridges. It was an arduous journey, covered as it was by snow and ice.

There were lots of small, oddly-shaped peaks on this ridge. Not to mention a small forest.

The Magic Ice usually formed in icy water.

That gave him an idea of where to look. He looked for bodies of water that had frozen, either partially or completely.

Finally, he reached the junction between the outer and inner peaks of the snowy mountains. Beasts could often be found here, with powers like the advanced stage of Skin Refinement or the inferior stage of Blood Purification.

Being nocturnal animals, they usually hunted at night. So Ricky was extremely careful. He not only had to be stealthy, but he had to keep a sharp eye out. He cautiously climbed a tree and lay in its branches, waiting until dawn. Here, he would have a better view and could avoid being discovered.

After all, he was still unable to handle the beasts at any grade of Blood Purification. He was well aware that he was weaker, and so would not risk his life fighting them.

The beasts roaring echoed through the mountains, and the chill wind whispered in the air. Before long, the long, cold night was ending. By dawn's light, Ricky left the tree and started his search again.

Four hours later, he found a frozen lake.

nothing useful but some aquatic plants in this body of water. Oh,

to locate seven or eight frozen lakes and found several pieces of Magic Ice. But all of them were formed within a century, which would not help his refinement at all.

to find fruits, nuts, and berries. He hunted a dozen or so beasts at the advanced stage of Skin Refinement successfully, as well as catching some strange fish in those pools. That

progress in the Freezing Palm cultivation during his struggles against the beasts.

improve the efficiency of his cultivation of the Palm. So far, he had already improved in the last few days

himself, 'I just can't find the Centennial

leave when he figured this out. He didn't want to

he was ready to leave,

himself behind a small hill

he spied a handsome man and a woman wearing white clothes and

heart when he recognized the woman. He was

familiar with her. Even she

surged in

her. He wasn't sure. Probably

be in this powerful sect. Nor would he be mentored by Grace. But, at one of

herself? Then what is she doing

man and the woman started to talk.

to

frozen pond here. They did some research and figured out the Magic Ice

need the Magic Ice to practice your cultivation method. So here we are! Only the best for

caught the gist of it and was

was certain that he would be able to reach the

up with nothing. What pond could they be talking about?'

shit up

could feel the waves of lust wafting from