On the snowy mountains of the north, a woman dressed in gray sat cross-legged on a snow peak. Her arms were spread out on her legs, palms facing outward, as if holding something.
Around her, pure and dense ice elements drifted in the air. These ice elements condensed into solid ice feathers, slowly gathering in her palms.
She opened a large sack next to her, filled with ice feathers shining with dazzling cold light. She threw the sack into the air, and with the guidance of her own ice element, the 999 ice feathers gradually arranged themselves into formation.
The girl looked at this scene, a faint smile appeared on her lips as she murmured, "Just one more step."
Suddenly, her pupils were covered with a layer of deep blue, and then she flicked her wrist, throwing the last ice feather into the sky.
In an instant, a thousand ice feathers began to rotate and dance, forming a sword.
The sword was full of countless cracks, resembling damaged porcelain. However, it still emitted a chilling cold light that made people shiver.
The girl held the ice sword as if it were a treasure. These cracks were the characteristics of the sword, allowing it to have a thousand different attack styles. It could also transform into a thousand ice feathers to fight in coordination.
The making of the ice sword was extremely demanding. It required the gathering of the purest ice elements from the snowy mountains, then condensing them into solid ice feathers, and finally refining them through the girl's hands, giving each ice feather its own unique characteristics.
The most difficult part was the pure ice element. Only a trace of pure ice element would fall onto the mountain peak each day. This pure ice element only existed for about five minutes, and within those five minutes, it must be condensed into an ice feather, or it would disappear.
The girl spent three years crafting the ice sword, and now it had finally reached perfection. She had a look of contentment and anticipation on her face.
She looked at the ice sword in her hand, pondering what name to give it.
After some thought, the girl decided to name it Baiqing, taking a character from Night White and Elaine's names. Since Night White was slightly older than Elaine, the character "white" would come before "clear" in the name.
"Is Night White still alive?" Elaine whispered softly, her eyes flickering with deep and unfathomable light. "With Night White's limitless personality, he should be leading a peaceful life somewhere. Unfortunately, I cannot leave the snowy mountain, let alone go find Night White."
Elaine tilted her head back, lying in the pristine white snow, gazing at the azure sky with a sigh of helplessness.
Elaine's master, Diderit, did not allow her to leave the snowy mountain even for a step. Of course, Elaine was not an easy target either. She had secretly escaped from the snowy mountain a few times, but each time she was caught by Diderit and warned. The punishment was just making her training conditions colder, which for Elaine meant enduring even colder temperatures.
At this moment, Elaine lay on the icy snow in thin clothing. The low temperature of the snowy mountain did not make her feel cold; instead, it made her feel comfortable.
While Elaine dozed off, a clear and melodious chirping suddenly came from the sky, followed by a dazzling golden light streaking across the horizon and landing on the top of the snow-capped mountain in front.
Elaine opened her eyes and saw the top of the opposite mountain flickering with golden light. Blinking, the golden light grew dimmer and soon completely extinguished.
"Will there be a treasure?" Elaine wondered.
She stood up, brushed off the snow on her body, and jumped from the peak of the snow mountain. With her skilled skiing technique, Elaine glided rapidly towards another snow peak. Her snowboard danced on the snow, and she moved with elegance and grace.
Her purple hair danced in the wind and snow, her fair skin was as pure as snow, her crystal-clear red lips, and her mesmerizing heterochromatic eyes intoxicated the world.
Before long, Elaine arrived at the top of the snow peak. As if being illuminated by golden light, a cave appeared below.
"Ensnare! Parasite!" As Elaine chanted, countless vines spread along the cave until its depths.
Using the vines as ropes, Elaine slid down the cave smoothly.
When she landed, she discovered that it was surprisingly bright here. She had expected the depths of the cave to be dark.
Elaine looked around and saw that the walls were smooth, like mirrors, without any seams or defects.
Patiently, Elaine touched the walls with her hands and murmured to herself, "This feels like a tomb raiding adventure for some reason."
She cautiously walked forward. The cave was deep and distant, so Elaine dared not let her guard down. If she encountered any danger, she would immediately retreat.
After about ten minutes, she saw an ice coffin ahead. Inside the coffin lay a quiet female corpse. However, the body was not decomposed; the skin remained fresh and tender, just like that of a living person.
The corpse was dressed in blue and white armor, exuding both dignity and beauty. Her eyebrows showed an imposing aura, evoking reverence. A necklace hung around her neck, in the shape of a diamond, intricately carved with exquisite patterns.
"What a beautiful person," Elaine couldn't help but praise the woman lying in the ice coffin, reaching out her slender jade finger to touch the edge of the coffin.
However, when her gaze fell on the woman's hand, she couldn't help but frown. "This hand doesn't look human. Human hands are not blue and white. How strange."
"Could it be an elf?" Elaine murmured, "No, her ears are not pointed. Well, I better call my master to take a look."
After speaking, Elaine turned and left the cave, heading towards the small village on the snow mountain.
Once Elaine left, the person in the ice coffin slowly opened her eyes. In her golden pupils, divinity filled the air. However, not long after, she closed her eyes and fell silent.
Elaine returned to the home and knocked on the door. "Master, are you inside?"
After a moment, the door opened, and a red-haired woman appeared in Elaine's eyes. It was Dideritte. The first thing she said when she saw Elaine was, "Why are you only coming back now?"
"Uh..." Elaine was slightly dazed and quickly explained, "Master, I took a nap on the snow peak..."
"Nap?" Dideritte narrowed her eyes. "Did you successfully forge the ice sword? If it failed, I..."
Before Dideritte could finish speaking, Elaine silently took out the ice sword and covered her master's mouth.
Dideritte looked at the ice sword in front of her and couldn't help but reveal an approving expression. "Not bad! It's not in vain that you spent three years searching for pure ice elements day and night."
"Oh, by the way, Master," Elaine suddenly remembered something and said, "While I was napping, a golden light fell on the opposite snow peak."
"And then?" Dideritte raised her eyebrows, not particularly concerned about this matter.
"The golden light lasted for a very short time. I was curious, so I went to the opposite snow peak and found a cave. The interior of the cave was extremely bright, and in the deepest part, there was an ice coffin with a female corpse inside. She was very beautiful, and her body showed no signs of decomposition, just like a living person. From my initial judgment, she is not human."
Elaine vividly described the scene she had witnessed, and in the end, she continued, "I suspect she is still alive..."
Before Elaine could finish speaking, Delilith tapped her on the forehead with two fingers like a walnut, "You can't do that anymore. What if you encounter danger?"
Rubbing her head, Elaine muttered, "I'm already nineteen years old, and you still treat me like a child."
"In my eyes, you will always be a child," Delilith sighed, "Oh well. Tomorrow, I'll go to the cave with you and we'll have dinner first."
"I know, Master. I won't do it again next time~"
