The Ten Thousand Ways to Hug the Female Protagonist’s Thigh - Chapter 29.1

The array inscribed on the small boat seemed to be working. After Wen Xuening stored the Snow Python’s corpse in her storage bag, the boat was left with only the presence of the Firethorn Beast.

Although fire-type and ice-type king beasts were fundamentally opposed, as long as neither side actively provoked the other within a small range, they would merely regard each other with hostility and keep their distance.

The array patterns on the boat were incredibly intricate. They could mask the scent and cultivation of human cultivators and suppress the aura of the Firethorn Beast, a high-rank king beast. This way, the array deterred surrounding monsters without provoking stronger desolate beasts. Formation masters were rare in the world, but Wen Xuening had no reservations about showing her knowledge before Wen Shu, proving her trust in her.

With the female protagonist leading the way, the duo had extraordinary luck, avoiding desolate beasts patrolling their territory. They drifted smoothly across the river without incident.

When they set foot on land, Wen Shu felt an eerie chill creeping over her. Unlike the cold of the outer regions, the inner zone of the secret realm carried a more sinister, bone-piercing frost imbued with the aura of dark demonic beasts.

Compared to the number of demonic beasts within the secret realm’s core, the beast tide of the Endless Mountain Range seemed insignificant. The difference was that the monsters within the hidden realm were permanently sealed there, meant to serve as trials for the Wen Clan’s younger generations. If disciples were overpowered, they could crush their protective talismans and escape with their lives!

The novel described the secret realm as a frozen island where snowflakes drifted endlessly in the air. This phenomenon occurred because all the world’s pure yang energy had been absorbed by a peerless divine sword—the Yishui Sword—sealed beneath the Huoyan Mountain deep within the secret realm.

Though the sword’s name contained the character for “water,” it was, in truth, an absolute yang fire-element divine sword. In this world, only this weapon could perfectly withstand the protagonist’s natal flame—the Eastern Emperor’s Golden Crow Fire!

Once the divine sword was drawn, the secret realm would return to normal, restoring the natural cycle of the four seasons!

A vast forest of ancient trees stood before them, their canopies covered in ice and snow. The branches, thick with frozen leaves, had transformed into razor-sharp ice blades. If one attempted to pass through recklessly, the ice blades would rain down in large swathes, making it nearly impossible to traverse safely.

Wen Shu suggested, “What if we flip the boat upside down? It might serve as a massive protective shield.”

Wen Xuening, who had just drawn her sword to charge through, found the idea quite reasonable. Nodding, she retracted her blade and took out a talisman brush. With a few minor modifications to the boat’s spiritual patterns, the small vessel began floating autonomously!

Wen Xuening was clever. She tied a bundle of spiritual rope around the Firethorn Beast, keeping one end in her hand while attaching the other to the floating boat. She let it take the lead—if the Firethorn Beast could pass through safely, she could slowly reel it back and proceed with Wen Shu!

Wen Xuening had confidence in the Firethorn Beast’s resilience. Its sturdy physique meant it could handle minor impacts without significant harm.

As expected, the small boat floated like a giant balloon above the Firethorn Beast’s trembling form. No matter how many ice blades fell, they harmlessly bounced off the boat’s sturdy hull, leaving the beast unscathed.

Seeing this, Wen Xuening nodded in satisfaction. “Looks like this will work.”

Once the Firethorn Beast—wearing a thoroughly aggrieved expression—made its way back, Wen Xuening rewarded it with an apple. The beast immediately forgot its grievances, its tiny face contorting in excitement, perhaps its species’ version of joy?

Hugging the apple, the Firethorn Beast opened its mouth, ready to take a bite—”Whoosh!”

“???”

Staring at its now-empty claws, the Firethorn Beast was utterly baffled.

It cast a hesitant glance at Wen Xuening, only to see both humans drawing their weapons, their expressions alert!

“Ah-oh~~ Ah-oh~~”

A sharp cry echoed from above. Wen Xuening frowned and pointed her sword at the Spirit Ape hiding among the treetops. “Mischievous creature! Return that apple at once!”

“Ah-oh~~ Ah-oh~~”