As night fell, the rain stopped, the wind was gentle, and the clouds were light. It was the fifteenth, and the moon was exceptionally round.
Xu Qingzhou, who had been busy all day, went to bed early but did not sleep deeply.
As soon as the midnight gong sounded, he vaguely heard so noise coming from downstairs. With tired eyes, he listened carefully.
"Sister, what's wrong? Don't scare ."
"I'm so cold—"
"I'll get you a blanket."
Hearing the commotion, Xu Qingzhou got up and walked downstairs.
He saw Wuyou running into the room with a blanket from another guest room.
"Wuyou, what's going on?"
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"Master, I don't know. What's wrong with Sister? She says she's very cold," Wuyou said anxiously.
Xu Qingzhou raised an eyebrow and hurried downstairs.
As soon as he stepped into the room, a chill hit him. The surrounding temperature seed to drop a degree. Looking up, the candlelight flickered dimly, as if it could go out at any mont.
The white-haired girl was curled up in the corner of the bed, tightly wrapped in a blanket, shivering uncontrollably. Frost had ford on her silver hair and eyebrows.
"This—"
Xu Qingzhou was shocked and quickly approached the bed, reaching out to investigate.
The white-haired girl instinctively shrank back, lowering her brows and shivering as she said:
"Don't co near, don't touch , or you'll die. Go quickly."
"Sister, what are you saying?"
"I told you not to co near, didn't you hear?"
Xu Qingzhou held Little Wuyou back, staring at the girl. The cold air was emanating from her, covering the bed and floor with frost.
The temperature continued to drop. In just a few breaths, the room's temperature had fallen to freezing, and the sudden change extinguished the candle.
Wuyou was also frightened by the scene, her face full of worry and anxiety.
"Master, what should we do? What's wrong with Sister?"
Xu Qingzhou's forehead creased with worry. He wasn't sure what was happening, so he told Wuyou, "Wuyou, go start a fire."
"Okay, okay, I'll go right away."
After sending Wuyou away, Xu Qingzhou turned back to the white-haired girl.
"Give your hand."
Though only a mont had passed, frost had already ford on the girl's cheeks, making her look frighteningly pale. She bit her lip, trembling.
"Go away, I don't want to harm you. This cold can kill."
Xu Qingzhou replied calmly, "Haven't you always wanted to kill ? Give your hand."
"Trust , I know what I'm doing."
For so reason, the white-haired girl extended her hand. "Don't bla if you die."
Xu Qingzhou grasped her icy hand, and the mont they touched, a bone-chilling cold surged through him, flowing into his dantian.
His body temperature plumted, and he quickly let go, staggering back several steps.
His face darkened as he tried to circulate his energy.
"What a powerful cold."
The world is indeed full of wonders. Such cold emanating from a person was astonishing. In just a mont, even as a cultivator, he was nearly killed by it.
Not to ntion the white-haired girl before him, who was enduring a cold a thousand tis stronger, yet still remained conscious. This showed her body was extraordinarily resilient.
She raised her brows, her clear eyes now covered with a layer of frost, and slowly said, "I told you, it could kill."
"Take Wuyou and leave. I'll be fine. Once the ti passes, it'll be okay."
Saying this, she wrapped herself tighter, tilting her head to gaze at the bright moon, her body still trembling.
Regaining his composure, Xu Qingzhou took out a pill and swallowed it, regaining his color.
"So, this isn't the first ti, is it?"
The white-haired girl nodded in confirmation.
"No wonder Wuyou said that when she first t you, you were wearing many torn clothes," Xu Qingzhou murmured softly.
"Don't let Wuyou co in. I'll sleep for a bit, and it'll be fine—" Her voice grew weaker until it faded away completely.
The white-haired girl fell into a deep sleep, but the cold around her continued to rage, frost forming at her feet and mist at the windows.
The temperature kept dropping, and her body was covered with a layer of frost. If not for the faint breath still present, Xu Qingzhou might have thought she was dead.
"Master, the fire is ready."
Little Wuyou rushed back, seeing the white-haired girl on the bed turned into an ice figure, her eyes widened, and she stopped speaking.
First, she was terrified, "How could this happen?"
Then tears fell, and she cried out in sorrow.
"Sister, don't die."
She was about to rush forward, but Xu Qingzhou held her back. It was no joke; the cold now would surely kill Wuyou if she touched it.
"Master, let go. I want to save Sister. I don't want her to die. Wuyou doesn't want that."
"Your sister is fine. She won't die," Xu Qingzhou said gravely.
"Really, Sister isn't dead?"
"Don't worry, with here, she won't die. You go out first, and I'll save her."
Little Wuyou looked at her master, her eyes full of pleading.
"Master, you must save Sister."
"Alright, you go wait outside. Be good."
"Okay, okay, Wuyou will be good."
After Wuyou left, Xu Qingzhou closed the door and took out the Worry-Free Book.
"Well, there's no other way."
Though solving this child's worry would leave him no retreat, it was the only way to find out where this cold ca from.
To treat the cold, he had to find the root cause.
And only by using the Worry-Free Book could he explore it.
"Let see, what is your true origin? It's one thing to have great strength, but to have such a cold poison, are there other secrets?"
As he spoke, his fingers brushed over the Worry-Free Book, and in an instant, it glowed, lines of text appearing before him.
Xu Qingzhou's pupils contracted instantly, staring at the text on the Worry-Free Book in disbelief, his gaze shifting between the sleeping white-haired girl and the book.
His facial muscles twitched continuously, and at this mont, he even forgot about the cold around him.
"Beyond the seven colors of worry, a white worry, how is this possible—"
Indeed, the text before him was white, pure white.
But Xu Qingzhou clearly rembered, the system said, in the Worry-Free Book, there were only seven colors of worry: blue, purple, green, yellow, black, red, and gold.
He had never heard of the white color before him.
"What is going on here? What does it an to be beyond the seven colors?"
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