Abyss Walker

Chapter 195 Jasmine

Yun Muhan walked over gently, carefully cradling the flower in his palm, feeling its faint yet tenacious vitality. This jasmine flower blooming in the bitter cold was like a small miracle, filling his heart with warmth.

However, at this moment, the previously calmed Frost Breath suddenly let out a deafening roar, its body began to tremble uncontrollably, and its eyes flashed with a cold and violent light once again.

Yun Muhan felt a powerful cold current surging from the ancient beast. He immediately realized that the situation was bad, but it was too late to react.

The attack of the Frost Breath came like a blizzard. Yun Muhan barely managed to mobilize the ice element power within his body, trying to build a defensive barrier, but he knew it was far from enough.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes; despite the powerful attack, he was prepared to use his last strength to protect himself and the lives in his hands.

At this critical moment, a figure swiftly emerged from the shadows.

Leng Yue's figure appeared like a ghost, swiftly blocking Yun Muhan's path. Her hands traced complex trajectories in the air, and a powerful force surged forth, forming an even more solid ice barrier.

This barrier was not only sturdy, but also imbued with Leng Yue's inner strength and profound understanding of the ice element. It not only blocked the attack of the icy breath, but also stabilized the surrounding air, preventing the blizzard-like cold currents from getting close.

Leng Yue's eyes revealed calmness and decisiveness; she knew that protecting Yun Muhan was her top priority under these circumstances.

Yun Muhan stood behind Leng Yue, and he could feel the powerful strength and unwavering will emanating from her. He knew that without Leng Yue's timely intervention, he might not have been able to withstand the attack of the Frost Breath.

The attack of the Frost Breath struck the barrier constructed by the Cold Moon, producing a deafening roar, but was ultimately successfully blocked.

In that instant, Yun Muhan felt his master's power and decisiveness, a power that transcended skill and strength, the true demeanor of a strongman.

Yun Muhan watched his master's retreating figure, a warm feeling welling up in his heart. If his master hadn't intervened in time, he might already be dead. This life-saving grace deepened his respect and gratitude towards Leng Yue.

He clutched the flower in his hand tightly, secretly resolving to cultivate himself even more diligently so that he could better protect himself and others in the future.

Under the suppression of the cold moon, the breath of ice gradually returned to calm. It seemed to realize its loss of control, and a trace of apology appeared in its eyes.

This enormous ancient beast, though powerful, also possessed its own emotions and consciousness. Its attack on Yun Muhan was not out of malice, but rather a momentary loss of control.

Leng Yue turned around and looked at Yun Muhan, her eyes filled with both reproach and relief: "You have done very well, but remember, never underestimate your opponent, and never let your guard down."

Her words revealed her concern and expectations for Yun Muhan; she hoped he could learn from this experience and become stronger and more cautious.

A resolute glint flashed in Yun Muhan's eyes. Although his body was in excruciating pain from the sudden attack of the icy breath, his heart was filled with warmth.

He knew that this experience would be a valuable asset on his path of cultivation, teaching him how to remain calm in a crisis and how to find opportunities for survival in adversity.

Yun Muhan knew that the flower in his hand was more than just a flower; it represented his respect and gratitude to his master, Leng Yue.

In this life-or-death struggle, he did not give up, because he knew that this flower was the bond between him and his master. It witnessed their teacher-student relationship, and also his growth and determination.

Yun Muhan held the flower tightly. He knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead might be, he would carry this respect and gratitude with him as he continued on his journey.

Leng Yue looked at the flowers in Yun Muhan's hand, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. She knew Yun Muhan's feelings, but she was more worried about his safety.

She gently took the flowers from Yun Muhan's hand. The beauty of the flowers complemented her appearance, but her heart was filled with blame and worry.

"Mu Han, you should know that life is the most precious thing at any time." Leng Yue's voice carried a hint of sternness, but more so, concern.

She knew Yun Muhan's potential and courage, but she was also worried that he might put himself in danger due to a momentary impulse.

Yun Muhan smiled slightly. Although he knew his actions were somewhat rash, he did not regret them. He looked up at Leng Yue, his eyes filled with respect and love.

“Master, in my eyes, this flower is just like you, a unique existence in this world. It is not just a flower, it is my gratitude for your teachings.”

Leng Yue's brows relaxed slightly; she knew Yun Muhan's intentions were sincere. She sighed softly, helped Yun Muhan up, and used her strength to heal his wounds. "You silly child, don't take such risks again next time," Leng Yue's voice softened, her eyes filled with affection.

Yun Muhan nodded. He knew that Leng Yue's worries stemmed from her care for him, and he deeply appreciated his master's kindness and warmth.

The Breath of Ice stood quietly to the side, seemingly moved by Yun Muhan's courage and Leng Yue's compassion.

Its gaze no longer held hostility, but was filled with respect for the master and apprentice. At this moment, this powerful ancient beast seemed to have forged an emotional connection with them that transcended mere hostility.

The interaction between Yun Muhan and Leng Yue, and their reconciliation with the Breath of Ice, demonstrates another possibility beyond power—understanding and respect.