Young White Horse: I, Ye Dingzhi, offer sacrifice to the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

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"At this critical moment of life and death, they still sent a master like you to assist me. Indeed, indeed, I have not let the family down!"

The middle-aged scholar nearly choked on his wine: "You're the one from Lei Men. Do I look like one of those violent lunatics who tinker with gunpowder all day? I'm a refined scholar."

"You can't tell from his refined appearance, but he certainly looks like a poor pauper," Ye Xiaoying mocked, his golden armor gleaming in the sunlight.

The middle-aged scholar licked his lips: "We are a bit poor."

Lei Mengsha smiled and said, "I come from a school and studied under Mr. Li. He taught me to judge people by their aura. Although you appeared out of the blue, I can tell that you are not a bad person. In fact, you are one of us. So I have no hostility towards you at the moment. I just hope that you can explain your purpose."

The middle-aged scholar stretched and said, "There's no order between elders and juniors, no distinction between superiors and inferiors. I've come out to restore order to our family. Listen carefully, I am your senior brother!"

Lei Mengsha burst into laughter: "In the school, who doesn't know that my second senior brother is the most senior? Sir, don't talk nonsense."

"You haven't seen Liu Yue and the others in the past few years?" The middle-aged scholar was somewhat surprised by Lei Mengsha's reaction.

Lei Mengsha smiled and said, "I come from a school and studied under Mr. Li. He taught me to judge people by their aura. Although you appeared out of the blue, I can tell that you are not a bad person. In fact, you are one of us. So I have no hostility towards you at the moment. I just hope that you can explain your purpose."

The middle-aged scholar stretched 1.9 times: "There's no order between elders and juniors, no distinction between superiors and inferiors. I've come out to restore order to our family. Listen carefully, I am your senior brother!"

Lei Mengsha burst into laughter: "In the school, who doesn't know that my second senior brother is the most senior? Sir, don't talk nonsense."

"You haven't seen Liu Yue and the others in the past few years?" The middle-aged scholar was somewhat surprised by Lei Mengsha's reaction.

“It’s been a long time.” Lei Mengsha sighed. “After the incident in Tianqi City, we all went our separate ways. I went to my battlefield, and they went to their own world. I miss them very much.”

“I’ve met him before, and I told him I was his senior brother.” The middle-aged scholar looked up and gave Lei Mengsha a meaningful look.

Lei Mengsha frowned and said, "Stop joking, Senior Brother is just a fabrication by Master to deceive people."

Neither Liu Yue nor Mo Xiaohei received the letter.

"and then?"

The middle-aged scholar lightly touched the ground with his toes, leaped up, clenched his right fist, and pointed to the sky.

"Concentrate!"

Then it fell heavily.

"Terrifying!"

Lei Mengsha stretched out a finger, the Thunder Gate Divine Finger, one finger, three chants!

A thunderous roar suddenly sounded between his fingers, far surpassing the mere probing touch from before.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch! Senior Brother, let go, let go, let go!" Lei Mengsha cried out repeatedly.

The middle-aged scholar alighted from his horse and sat behind Lei Mengsha. He extended two fingers and gently bent Lei Mengsha's index finger backward: "Listen carefully. My name is Junyu, and I am your senior brother. You are destined to face a calamity in the south. The wind blows north, so you should head north!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." Lei Mengsha nodded vigorously.

Chapter 59 The remnants of the Xiao family have defected? Issue my order: leave no one alive!

Ten days later.

North of the border.

Lei Mengsha stood on his horse, wiping the sweat from his brow: "I'm not late."

Ten miles away on the grassland, the Northern Barbarian army was watching with predatory eyes. The bare-chested warriors sat on blood-red steeds, gray wolves, or huge rhinoceroses, their faces covered with incomprehensible totems smeared in blood.

Ye Xiaoying drew the two golden swords from his back: "Are these the people who can't get enough to eat? They look like they escaped from hell."

Junyu tilted his head back and drank the wine in the gourd clean, then threw the gourd on the ground and smashed it to pieces: "The warriors of the Northern Barbarians are the most terrifying warriors on this continent. When they ride their terrifying beasts and sweep across the grasslands, the heavens and earth tremble and all things tremble in fear."

"Moli!" A whooshing sound suddenly came from the Northern Barbarians.

“Jasmine?” Lei Mengsha asked, puzzled.

“Moli, in the language of the Northern Barbarians, means glory.” Junyu sighed and said, “For them, this is a war to prove their glory.”

...

Beyond the heavens.

Langyue Blessed Land.

A young, stunningly beautiful woman entered from outside the cave, removed her cloak to shake off the snowflakes, and looked at the man sitting there practicing his martial arts with his eyes closed, saying:

"Both the demonic cult army in the northwest and the northern barbarians encountered strong resistance. The demonic cult army was able to resist because we had not yet launched a full-scale attack, but the surprise attack from the north seemed to have been anticipated."

The man kept his eyes closed, seemingly unconcerned about the news.

The woman sighed: "It seems someone knows about your relationship with the Northern Barbarians, Master."

The man opened his eyes, stood up, walked past the woman, and looked at the snow falling outside the cave.

"Master, you went to Beili last time and wiped out the entire Black Armor Army. After that, you went into seclusion in Langyue Blessed Land and didn't make a move for several months. Was it because of him?"

The woman turned around and continued, "Recently, news has spread throughout the martial arts world that he has returned."

"Not only did he regain all the power he had lost, but his strength also increased greatly. He is now a peerless expert at the half-step Divine Travel Realm. I wonder what kind of amazing adventure he has encountered."

The man's expression shifted slightly, but he remained silent.

The woman said in a solemn tone:

"With the Demonic Sect and the Northern Barbarians moving together, the whole world seems to be connected, and countless top experts are preparing to rebel against us."

"Even the old monsters who have been living in seclusion for many years have been mobilized."

"Master, are you prepared to fight against the whole world?"

The most powerful leader of the demonic sect in the entire outer realm remained silent, only looking up at the flying snow, seemingly lost in thought.

Three days later, Ye Ding descended the mountain.

.......

This day is the New Year in Beili.

"It's so cold here." Baili Dongjun took a sip of hot soup, his body shivering slightly.

Liu Yue laughed and said, "Junior Brother, you are now a top expert on the ranking list. With a little circulation of true energy, you are not afraid of this bit of cold air."

"That's so meaningless. Spring, summer, autumn, and winter, the heat and cold of the four seasons—you have to truly experience them to be truly alive," Baili Dongjun said.

"Today is New Year's Day, and Sikong Changfeng has been running around fighting for the past few months. I haven't seen him at all. He said he was coming to reunite with me today, but he hasn't come yet."

"They're here." A cheerful voice rang out.

Baili Dongjun raised his head slightly and said in surprise, "What a coincidence."

A gust of wind blew by, the tent flap fluttered, and a figure landed beside Baili Dongjun. The man tossed his spear to the ground, took the bowl from Baili Dongjun's hand, and took a sip: "Years have passed. Why don't you drink alcohol anymore, but hot soup now? Cultivating your mind and body?"

Baili Dongjun raised an eyebrow and said, "If you want wine, I always have some. Today is the New Year, so I've specially prepared a few jars. We won't leave until we're drunk."

Sikong Changfeng licked his lips and chuckled, "I want the best kind, do you have Seven Cups of Starry Night Wine? I haven't had it in years, and I've been thinking about it every day."

Baili Dongjun patted Sikong Changfeng on the shoulder and said with a smile, "You really are asking for the moon. It's a pity we don't have any now. I'll treat you to a drink when we get back to Snow Moon City."

Then, glancing over, he saw the spear that Sikong Changfeng had casually tossed on the ground and exclaimed in surprise, "Why did you paint the spear black? You've ruined such a fine Silver Moon Spear!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? This spear was given to me by an elder from Snow Moon City. It was originally jet black," Sikong Changfeng said helplessly.

Baili Dongjun picked up the spear and weighed it lightly. He nodded and said, "It's a good spear, but it's not much better than the Silver Moon Spear. Why switch to the Silver Moon Spear if you're already comfortable with it?"

"The Silver Moon Spear is broken. Haven't you heard about my battle against Ye Dingzhi?" Sikong Changfeng asked, puzzled.

"Of course I've heard it. The young and promising third disciple of Snow Moon City, Sikong Changfeng, fought a great battle with the leader of the Demonic Sect. He was slightly at a disadvantage but managed to escape unscathed. These past few months, everyone has been relying on your story to boost morale."

Baili Dongjun laughed and said, "However, what surprised me the most was that I had only been away cultivating in seclusion for a few months when Brother Yun quietly became the leader of the Demonic Sect!"

"That story isn't the whole story. I escaped unscathed, but my gun was broken by Ye Dingzhi's palm strike."

Sikong Changfeng took the spear back from Baili Dongjun, waved it lightly, shook his head and said, "That day, I used the strongest move in history, the Dragon Transformation, and then the spear broke. I vomited three liters of blood. I only survived because of the friendship I formed with you when we inexplicably snatched a marriage proposal back then."

"Is it that strong?" Baili Dongjun said quietly.

"Let me put it this way. In my entire life, there is only one person stronger than him." Sikong Changfeng put his spear aside, looked at Baili Dongjun, and said solemnly.

"Master," the two said in unison.

Baili Dongjun smiled and said, "It's a pity that Master said before he left that he would no longer care about the affairs of Beili. I think Master was completely disheartened by the actions of the Xiao royal family."

Sikong Changfeng said in a heavy tone, "That's true. It is said that decades ago, my master, with just a sword, cut off the Demonic Sect's eastward expedition. In the past hundred years, my master has made countless contributions to Beili."

"But what about the Xiao royal family? They were always suspicious of this or trying to kill that, and they deserved their fate! It was only because Master cared about the people that he didn't directly exterminate the Xiao royal family."

"It's a pity I wasn't there on that day six months ago, otherwise I would have definitely given them a good thrashing!"

Baili Dongjun took a sip of wine: "It's a good thing you weren't here, otherwise you would probably have lost all your power like me. You don't have my genius and comprehension to regain it within a few months."

"By the way, you've already fought with Brother Yun. What do you think of Brother Yun now compared to the Sword Guardian of Tianqi City?"

After pondering for a moment, Sikong Changfeng replied, "During the last great battle, although the swordsman of Tianqi City had the upper hand, he had no choice but to flee in the face of Ye Dingzhi's demonic arts."

“He is certainly no match for Ye Dingzhi now, and the pressure they put on me is completely different. I think the Sword Guardian is inferior to Ye Dingzhi.”

Baili Dongjun frowned slightly: "So you've already entered the Divine Travel Mystic Realm?"

He had such a miraculous encounter, and thought he could catch up with Brother Yun a little, but unexpectedly the gap between them grew wider and wider.

However, Baili Dongjun quickly regained his spirits and said resolutely, "No matter how strong he is, I must bring Brother Yun back!"

Sikong Changfeng smiled and said, "I am here to oversee things not for the sake of the Xiao royal family, but for the sake of the people and the peace of the world."

"Therefore, I must stop Ye Dingzhi!"

"Not bad! Very spirited. I'd like to test Ye Dingzhi's skills with my sword." A deliberately lowered voice rang out from outside the tent.

Baili Dongjun raised his head and saw a handsome young man lift the curtain and walk in. He glanced at him and couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"Hey Second Junior Sister, what are you doing dressed as a man? And why are you deliberately lowering your voice? Do you think we're all blind? Next time, at least wear a bamboo hat or a veil, like Senior Brother Liu Yue. Wait... I didn't say Senior Brother Liu Yue was dressed as a man..."

Liu Yue seemed to glare fiercely at Baili Dongjun, but her expression was hidden by her bamboo hat, and her movements could only be vaguely seen.

Li Hanyi blushed slightly, somewhat annoyed, after being exposed: "After so many years, Senior Brother laughs at me the moment we meet! If I had known, I wouldn't have come here. I could have taught a few more evil people from the Demonic Sect a lesson."

"No, I wasn't mocking you. It's just that, out of the blue, why are you dressed as a man?" Baili Dongjun asked, puzzled.

“This makes it look more menacing!” Li Hanyi raised the sword in her hand.

"Don't joke around. What you're holding is the Iron Horse and Ice River, the third-ranked sword in the sword manual. Even if you were a three-year-old child, people would think you exude murderous intent when you're holding that sword!"

Baili Dongjun shook his head helplessly and said, "Now that the three of us, my fellow disciples, are all here, and today is also the New Year in Beili, we should have a good drink together!"

As he spoke, Baili Dongjun picked up a jar of wine from the ground.

"Come on, do it!"

Baili Dongjun tilted his head back and took a sip of wine, then casually tossed the wine glass in his hand away: "Why don't the guests outside come in and have a drink?"

The man outside reached out and took the wine glass, his voice quite young: "I dare not enter without the host's invitation."

"The guest has not registered, so how dare the host invite him?" Baili Dongjun said quietly.

"My name is very ordinary, unlike the names of everyone inside. Even if I told you, you would never have heard of it," the young man outside replied respectfully.

Sikong Changfeng gripped his spear tightly, glanced at Baili Dongjun, who gently shook his head: "They don't seem to be from the Demonic Sect."

The voice outside chuckled: "Brother Baili, how did you know I'm not a member of the Demonic Sect?"

"Because your aura is too ordinary, while the people of the Demonic Sect always consider themselves extraordinary." Baili Dongjun patted the wine jar on the table and said magnanimously, "The host has given permission, please come in, guest."

"Yes, sir." The person outside finally drew back the tent flap and walked in.

He had an ordinary appearance, a slightly plump figure, and wore plain gray clothes. The sword at his waist looked like the kind you'd find for a few taels of silver on the street. As he said, he was truly ordinary. The only unusual thing about him was that he was very young, about the same age as Li Hanyi.

"My name is Ye Xiaofan." The boy grinned.

Baili Dongjun nodded: "May I ask what brings Brother Ye here?"

Ye Xiaofan suddenly became serious and bowed to Baili Dongjun: "I am not talented, but I also wish to join Snow Moon City to fight against the invasion of the Demonic Sect."

“Joining us won’t be easy.” Baili Dongjun smiled and said, “Junior sister, try his martial arts.”

"I've been waiting for a long time." Li Hanyi took a step forward, and the Iron Horse Ice River sword was drawn in response. She thrust the sword at Ye Xiaofan, and the tent, which was originally warm with torches, instantly turned as cold as an ice cellar.

"Woman, it's not good to be this cold," Baili Dongjun thought to himself, looking at Li Hanyi's extremely cold aura.

"Good timing." Ye Xiaofan immediately drew his sword as well.

With an ordinary sword by the roadside, he faced off against the third most famous sword—Iron Horse and Ice River.

With a clang.