Lee Xian, Cultivator of Guyon

Hidden Village Snow Festival

As they leave the snow forest, surprise awaits. In front of Xian and the village children lay a village they had never seen before. The view of the village seems to come out of the paintings - small houses with snowy roofs, streets lit by lanterns, and children running around laughing cheerfully.

"What village is this?" xian asked with curiosity.

A boy replied, "We don't know, sir. But it looks like they're celebrating something."

Xian looked in more detail and saw many villagers who were busy making snow sculptures of various shapes and sizes. "It's a snow festival" said a girl with sparkling eyes.

They entered the village and were greeted warmly. An old man with a long white beard approached Xian. "Welcome, comers. Do you want to take part in our festival?"

Xian bowed respectfully. "Thank you for the welcome. I'm looking for rare materials, but this festival looks interesting."

The old man laughed. "This festival only happens once a year. Why don't you try to get involved? Maybe after that, we can discuss the materials you're looking for."

Interested in the invitation, Xian decided to join the competition to make a snow sculpture. The village children who were with him also participated. Xian picked a spot on the corner of the field and began to work diligently.

He decided to make a replica of his own statue. Using the cultivation technique he had, Xian was able to sculpt snow with surprising details - from the folds of clothes, unraveling hair, to sharp facial expressions. The villagers crowded around, fascinated by Xian's work.

A young girl with almond eyes and black hair said, "You really have talent, sir."

Xian smiled. "Thank you, but this is my first time doing this."

When the competition ended, Xian received praise from many people. The old man who had welcomed him took Xian to his house. "You're looking for rare materials, aren't you?" tanyakanya.

Xian nodded. "Yes, I looked for it to increase my cultivation."

The old man smiled mysteriously. "Maybe I can help. But that's a story for later. Now, enjoy this festival."

That night, Xian mingled with the villagers, enjoying their warmth, music, dance, and festival-style food. Although his main goal was to search for rare materials, Xian realized the importance of enjoying every moment in life. The Hidden Village Snow Festival became one of the most beautiful memories of Xian's journey.

As the sun began to decline and the sky turned pink, the atmosphere in the Hidden Village became increasingly tense. An ancient tradition was underway, which Xian had not expected: a snowball war between two dominant groups in the village.

"Every year, we have snowball wars to determine which group will lead the village for the next year" explained a young man with a dragon tattoo on his arm.

Xian raised his eyebrows, amazed. "Snowball war? To lead the village?"

The young man nodded. "It's not just a game, sir. It's about honor and tradition."

Before Xian could ask any further, a snowball was thrown at him, forcing him to dodge. He looked at the source, a young girl with a challenging expression on her face.

"Ready to join, newcomer?" challenge the girl.

Quickly, Xian was placed in one of the groups, along with the dragon-tattooed young man and some of the village children he had met before. They told Xian the rules of the game and their strategies.

When the war began, snowballs flew in all directions. The sound of laughter and shouting resounded throughout the village. Xian, with his expertise in cultivation, was able to dodge and throw snowballs at incredible speed.

However, when one of his group members fell, Xian got a crazy idea. Using his cultivation technique, he began to collect snow, condensing it, to form a giant snowball that was almost the size of a house.

All eyes were on Xian, including his enemies who paused for a moment, stunned. With a huge effort, Xian pushed the giant snowball towards the enemy group, winning the war for his group in spectacular fashion.

The village echoed with applause and cheers. The dragon-tattooed youth patted Xian on the shoulder. "It was the most epic move I've ever seen! Thank you, Mr. Xian."

The girl who challenged Xian earlier came closer, "I must admit, newcomer. You're really stunning."

Xian gave a slanted smile. "Small tricks from the outside world."

Night had embraced the Hidden Village with its dark coat when Xian was approached by a village elder walking with a dragon-patterned wooden stick. His hair was white, snow-studded, and his eyes had a depth that showed wisdom. They sat near the campfire, where villagers gathered, enjoying music and dancing.

"Master Xian," began the elder in a raucous voice, "I heard you search for rare materials from the Ice Mountain."

Xian nodded, "Yes, sir. I came all the way for that. Do you know where I can find him?"

The elder laughed softly, "It's not that easy, young man. But seeing what you've done to our village tonight, I'll tell you."

Carefully, the elder described a cave on the northern slope of the Ice Mountain, where rare ice crystals grew. Xian listened intently, memorizing every detail.

Before dawn broke, Xian prepared to leave. He saw the village children playing, throwing snowballs and laughing cheerfully. Inspired, Xian decided to give them an unforgettable farewell.

He called out to the children and with a gentle smile, taught them some simple tricks of his cultivation. Making snowballs fly and rotate in the air, or making snow sculptures move as if alive. The children were fixated, their eyes sparkling with admiration.

"Now you have your own special tricks for next year's snowball war" Xian said with a smile.

The dragon-tattooed youth approached, "You are truly someone extraordinary, Master Xian. Hope your next trip is good."

Xian nodded, "Thank you for all your kindness. I will always remember the Hidden Village."

The sun began to shine on the Ice Mountain, creating a dazzling reflection. Xian climbed to the northern slope, following the directions of the village elder. The air was getting colder, but his determination did not waver. After a few hours, he found the cave the elder described. In the cave, there were sparkling ice crystals that he was looking for. Carefully, he gathered them together, realizing how valuable the rare materials were.

When Xian walked out of the cave, he saw a stunning panorama of the Ice Mountain. The reflection of sunlight on the ice crystal created a dazzling dance of light. Sighing deeply, Xian was grateful for his adventures and everything he had learned.

He knew, even though his goal had been achieved, his adventure was far from over. But for now, he was ready to return to his village, bringing knowledge and stories about the magical Hidden Village.