Published: March 8, 2025
Especially the last four, including Dong Wushang, were quite carefree and lazy. No wonder Mo Tianji often said: "Worrying about these guys every day, this strategist will surely age prematurely." The enemies can't torture me, but these few soul weaklings can tire me to death...
After resting for a while, everyone decided to take their leave.
Gu Yigu did not hold them back and sent them out the door.
"Safe travels!" Gu Yigu waved at the eleven people departing.
"Don't worry, we'll meet again soon!" Chu Yang waved his hand, and in the blink of an eye, the eleven had disappeared from the top of the Snow Mountain.
Gu Yigu scratched his head and murmured to himself, "Where you're going, this old man isn't going, how can we meet soon?"
...
In a heavy snowfall.
The camp of the Eight Great Families stood silently.
Diwu Qingrou stood at the tent entrance, watching the snowflakes swirling in the sky, lost in thought. Xiao Zhengyan and Shi Qishu had been gone for two days... and still had not returned.
Diwu Qingrou was not worried about the two of them but was eagerly awaiting one person: Chu Yang! If Chu Yang didn't come, the pressure from that side would be too small, unable to form a counterattack.
"Time has passed for so long, with such a good opportunity to disrupt the world, the Nine Calamity Sword Master wouldn't miss it... but why is there still no movement?" Diwu Qingrou thought to herself.
Then her thoughts shifted back to the mysterious figure: "Who exactly... is using this situation? Why does it seem like... they are really helping me?"
After standing still for a long time, Diwu Qingrou remained unmoving.
What she didn’t know was that just moments ago, ten figures had floated past like the wind, heading into the northwest, hundreds of zhang away from the campsite!
The Nine Calamity Sword Master, whom Diwu Qingrou had been eagerly awaiting, had actually... already arrived!
Under the guidance of Chu Yang and the planning of Mo Tianji, one person shot forth like a sharp arrow, piercing deep into the snowy plains of the northwest!
They had certainly noticed the camp of the Eight Great Families. But now was not the time for them to reveal their power... Besides, the opposing side was strong here, and Mo Tianji had no intention of head-on confrontation.
Mo Tianji's true plan was: to not reveal their identities. Instead, he intended to utilize the power of the Li family to engage in a war of attrition against the Eight Great Families!
The more elite powers they exhausted, the better!
Now that things had reached this point, even Chu Yang could not guess what Mo Tianji was plotting.
The snowflakes in the sky fell thicker and denser.
Chu Yang noticed that the places he had cleared before and the mountains he had raised were now once again covered in a silver-white blanket.
One of the places that still lingered in his memory, he tried to flip the snow layer, only to find it had already accumulated to a thickness of seven or eight zhang...
It was clear that during this time, the heavens had also been busy, relentlessly snowing...
The eleven people were all dressed in white, and under Chu Yang's insistence, Mo Qingwu's red dress had also turned into a snowy white coat.
The little wind fox continued to sleep in Mo Qingwu's pocket, but a small tail had already sprouted on its backside.
Chu Yang was astonished; he really didn't know how many good things this little guy had eaten. Did it intend to sleep straight to the peak?
After three breaks, they had already traveled two thousand li deep.
At this moment, even though they were far from the Li family's base camp, Mo Tianji still became cautious, urging everyone to skim along the ground, ensuring no traces were left behind.
While hastily moving, they suddenly heard a loud noise faintly coming from ahead. In this icy world, was there actually someone in combat?
Chu Yang waved his hand, and the eleven people quickly lay flat on the snow.
The noise grew increasingly urgent, and it was moving closer.
The sound of weapons clashing!