It's rare to see such dynamic snowmen that seem like they could burst into laughter at any moment and crawl around on the ground."
"Wait a minute."
As he spoke in one breath, Tian Xianzi vaguely sensed something wrong, "Could this thing also be me?"
Lin Xun blushed, lowered his head apologetically.
Tian Xianzi glared angrily at his obedient disciple Meng Jue.
He thought this person did it on purpose! These sinful disciples, these sinful disciples!
"Master, why don't you perform a sword technique for us today."
Zheng Wei Qi clapped her hands, suddenly interested, "You guys don't know, Master not only excels in swordsmanship, but also in snow sculpting!"
Tian Xianzi pretended, "It's not really 'excelling,' just a bit knowledgeable, just a bit."
After saying that, he drew out his favorite sword, cleared his throat seriously, "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you see."
Even the most carefree sword cultivator, once the long sword was unsheathed, emitted a completely different aura.
Tian Xianzi's swordsmanship was precise, and the surging spiritual power brought forth gusts of howling winds, causing the snow to churn wildly, forming the appearance of a soaring dragon in mid-air.
The sudden movement of the dragon startled, swiftly advancing like lightning, leaving white flashes wherever it passed.
The sword energy was like light and shadow, but in an instant, it sculpted the piled snowballs into distinct edges and contours, suddenly adding several motionless rabbits, cats, and birds to the empty sky.
The invisible sword energy suddenly stopped without warning, spinning in the air above He Zhizhou's head.
A large snowball rolled down from the treetops, landing right on Ningning's head.
The young girl exclaimed, "Ouch."
The subconscious sound she made was light and soft, causing a stir in his heart as well.
Pei Ji held back a smile and whispered, "Don't move."
Ningning obediently stayed still, with her head slightly lowered, allowing Pei Ji to see the snowflakes on top of her head with just a glance.
The snowball was not large, and when it fell on her head, it thunderously shattered into small pieces. She brushed them off one by one, hearing Ningning softly say, "So cold." She always watched Pei Ji's movements attentively, so she could clearly notice when his hand suddenly stopped. He hesitated and said, "There's a note in this snowball." "A note?" Ningning abruptly lifted her head, causing snowflakes to cascade down. "What does it say?" "It says—" Pei Ji furrowed his brow, looked over the elegant small words on the note, and found his words stuck in his throat. The note hidden in the snowball, with black ink on white paper, carefully wrote: "[Wishing Pei Ji a happy birthday]." The chaotic snowflakes around suddenly quieted down. His clear mind turned blank, and in the entire world, only the sound of his pounding heart remained. Pei Ji blankly looked up to see Ningning's bright eyes. The sunlight fell on her long lashes, creating shattered reflections, and in her deep black pupils, almost overflowing with a smile. "Pei Ji." She raised a corner of her lips, revealing a small dimple on her cheek. "Do you remember what day it is today?" No one had ever celebrated his birthday before. Pei Ji was almost in a panic. "Oh my, finally no need for pretense! Come, come, look at the gift I've prepared for you!" He Zi Zhou burst into a thunderous laughter, ruthlessly tearing open the snowman's belly he had built. Inside the cavity, there was a deep black long box prepared by him and Lin Xun. Zheng Wei Qi split the snowman in half with a sword, revealing a delicate small box inside. Tian Xian Zi's mouth twitched as he looked at his two senselessly dead bodies, feeling intense pain. "I still think the method I suggested is the best." Zheng Wei Qi lightly snorted, "Just imagine, when Junior Brother Pei wakes up in the morning and sees each of us holding a gift—it's so impactful." "Junior Brother Lin's strategy is not bad either!" He Zi Zhou patted Lin Xun's shoulder, "Building blessings with snow, so romantic." "You guys don't understand, this is the style of us sword cultivators." Tian Xian Zi said, "This blessing should be conveyed with sword aura—Come, come, Junior Brother Pei Ji, quickly see the gift your master has prepared for you, the millennium-formed Essence Flower will greatly benefit your cultivation." "And mine too!" He Zi Zhou grinned foolishly, "Since Junior Brother Lin and I don't have much money, we pooled together spirit stones to buy you an Ice Silkworm Robe; you'll look great in it." These three were all poor fanatics of the sword, emptying their savings to finally come up with a few gifts. Meng Jue smiled gently, showcasing the basic manners of a rich person, "Junior Brother Pei, I've heard you obtained the Shadow-casting Sword. I've already reported to the Sword Forging Hall, and this year, your sword forging costs are on me." Zheng Wei Qi chuckled, "Junior Brother, exclusive and unique, you know what I mean." "What exclusive and unique?" Tian Xian Zi sternly said, "Zheng Wei Qi, as a senior sister, you absolutely cannot corrupt your junior brother! Today's situation is special, if I ever see this kind of thing again, I'll confiscate them all!" Meng Jue nodded, "Master has not had a partner until now, it's indeed time to be a little corrupted." Zheng Wei Qi pondered, "Master, did you see Snow Xiao's heart's blood being taken by True Xiao Sword Master?" "What!" Tian Xian Zi exclaimed in surprise, reflexively saying, "The one who wanted her heart's blood was not the Lord of Jagged City, Jiang Si!" Uh-oh, the secret's out. This was a plot from "The Chronicles of Cultivation Romance." Initially, Zheng Wei Qi secretly read it during class at the academy, and he confiscated a copy. Ultimately, Tian Xian Zi couldn't resist and read it day and night. —This girl is trying to tease him! These troublemakers! While they bickered back and forth, the snowstorm stirred up by Tian Xian Zi had calmed down without anyone noticing.
The voices in his ears sounded particularly vague, and Pei Ji stood dazed in place, unsure of how to respond. Thank? Accept a gift? Or reciprocate with an even more precious gift? For this completely unfamiliar situation, he had no idea what the next step should be. "Little Pei Ji." The Shadow-casting Sword at his waist quietly spoke, "Are you okay?"
