She had received news that beneath a glacier in the southern polar region, the remains of a dragon had been discovered. This dragon was an ancient great demon, its body filled with treasures. Even after thousands of years of death, its bones, scales, horns, and even its toenails were valuable medicinal materials. These items were crucial for Wu Xixue, and she was determined to obtain them.
"Your Majesty, are you suggesting that we go there ourselves?" Chen Anlin asked, his expression peculiar. "Has the Eastern Depot and the army already gone ahead?"
"This time, it will just be us," Wu Xixue replied. "The climate in the Antarctic is extremely harsh. Ordinary warriors would not survive even with the thickest clothing."
Implied in her words was the notion that even if her subordinates went, it would be tantamount to suicide. They would likely freeze to death before even reaching the glacier.
"Then I won't go either," Chen Anlin said helplessly.
"Have you forgotten the Fire-Repelling Garment I bestowed upon you?" Wu Xixue countered. "This garment is impervious to water and fire; it can certainly withstand the cold! Moreover, I have been training diligently lately and have sensed that a certain danger may return. Therefore, I need you, as my physician, to accompany me. Do you understand?"
Chen Anlin looked at Wu Xixue with a complex gaze. He never expected that one day she would seek his help.
A thought crossed his mind as he recalled a plot point from a novel. Although Xiao Chen had died, events surrounding Wu Xixue continued to unfold. In the story, she seemed to encounter a setback after visiting that southern polar region, leading to a decline in her cultivation. Could that be the reason?
Chen Anlin felt a deep sense of worry as he glanced at Wu Xixue's fortune. It appeared unchanged.
"Well then," he murmured to himself, "I'll accompany Wu Xixue to prevent any mishaps."
"Rest assured, Your Majesty; I swear to protect you with my life," Chen Anlin said earnestly.
The discovery of the dragon's remains was made by a family with the surname Song. Most members of that family practiced a fire-based cultivation method, allowing them to survive in such an inhospitable environment. "We will first settle there," Wu Xixue added as she discussed preparations.
As she spoke, Chen Anlin listened attentively while channeling his spiritual energy into a pouch.
Three hours later, on the surface, the airbag appeared unchanged, quite ordinary. However, internally, it stored an amount of spiritual energy equivalent to that of a large truck.
The mountains stretched endlessly, shrouded in mist. Wu Xixue and Chen Anlin were already seated in a carriage, arriving at the outskirts of the mountain range.
"Your Majesty, how long will it take to reach the South Pole by treasure ship?" Chen Anlin leaned closer, puzzled as to why the Empress had not yet produced the treasure ship.
"You're overthinking it; this time we won't be using the treasure ship," Wu Xixue shook her head.
"Huh? No treasure ship? Why not?" Chen Anlin asked.
"The further south we go, the colder the air becomes. The treasure ship consumes too much spiritual power. Recently, I've already expended too many spirit stones to set up the gathering formation. If we were to use the treasure ship, it would require at least a hundred spirit stones just for the base fare."
Even the Empress had to consider her finances now.
Chen Anlin was stunned. He knew that using the treasure ship was costly but hadn’t expected it to be this exorbitant. A hundred spirit stones were only for a one-way trip. Previously, those martial experts had fought over ten spirit stones for quite some time, which demonstrated just how precious spirit stones were.
"Then shall we ride horses?" Chen Anlin looked at Yang Dou, who was driving the carriage, and muttered curiously, "But there’s only one horse here."
"Are you out of your mind? Can't you fly with a sword?" Wu Xixue rolled her eyes.
At this moment, Chen Anlin truly felt embarrassed. "Your Majesty, I haven't learned how to fly with a sword!!"
After a pause, he added, "By the way, I've never seen anyone who can fly with a sword."
Wu Xixue was dissatisfied with Chen Anlin's explanation. She stared at him for a moment before uttering two words: "Useless."
Chen Anlin:
"Curse me!"
"Alright, I will take you flying."
With that, Wu Xixue turned to Yang Dou and said, "Dou'er, go back. You are not to mention my departure from the palace to anyone."
"Understood."
Yang Dou nodded and left the area.
Wu Xixue took out her treasured sword and tossed it forward, causing the sword to hover in mid-air.
Chen Anlin watched in astonishment.
Although he could also control a sword to fly, it had to be in constant motion. He had never seen one remain still like this. What was more surprising was that both of them were supposed to stand on the sword—wouldn't they fall?
"What are you dawdling for? Get on!" Wu Xixue urged Chen Anlin.
"Your Majesty, this is my first time; I have no experience. Please be gentle," Chen Anlin replied nervously as he approached.
"You seem off," Wu Xixue frowned, sensing something amiss in Chen Anlin's words.
Then, Chen Anlin's next move left her speechless.
The boy actually mounted the sword as if he were riding a horse.
"Get down! This is standing—standing!" Wu Xixue exclaimed in exasperation.
"Huh? Standing?"
Chen Anlin could only stand on the sword, swaying slightly and nearly losing his balance. If he couldn't even stay upright without it flying, how would he manage once they took off?
However, as soon as Wu Xixue stood in front of him, a surge of energy seemed to support him.
Out of caution, Chen Anlin instinctively wrapped his arms around Wu Xixue's waist.
Wu Xixue felt as if she had been electrocuted, her brows furrowing in surprise.
Sigh, never mind. If I don't support him, this kid probably won't be able to sit steadily. Shaking her head, Wu Xixue controlled the flying sword, and the two of them soared into the sky.
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