Gu Yuan’s eyelids fluttered as he opened his eyes.Upon waking, he immediately felt the Voice-Transmission Stone quivering in his palm, signaling an incoming message.He ignored it, much like Fang Qing had, and first rose to observe his surroundings.Undoubtedly, the world before him was a white expanse. The only thing that caught Gu Yuan’s attention was the crescent moon high in the sky, emitting a pure blue glow.The moonlight bathed the snowy plain in gentle azure radiance.After confirming there was no danger, Gu Yuan retrieved the Voice-Transmission Stone and received the messages.Fang Qing: “Where are you?”Ren Yongnian: “Be careful! There are wild tribes here—they attack on sight.”Luo Hong: “I’m currently with Jiang Yong and Mu Lie; without landmarks, I’m not sure where we are.”There was no question whom Gu Yuan replied to first.“I don’t know. But be careful—there are hostile wild tribes.”He sent that to Fang Qing, then replied “Understood” to both Ren Yongnian and Luo Hong.Having done so, he picked a direction by instinct and set off walking.A few minutes later, as he trudged through the driving snow, Fang Qing’s message arrived.“I’ve encountered a group of wild tribes—around a dozen or so. I killed them all. Most were Qi-Refining; a few were Foundation Establishment.”Gu Yuan quickly replied, “Have you tried speaking with them?”Fang Qing answered, “No—they speak a language I don’t understand.”After a pause, she messaged again.“How should we rendezvous?”“We both don’t know our locations. Let’s head toward that blue moon. It doesn’t seem to move.”“Agreed.”After that exchange, Gu Yuan changed course and walked toward the blue moon. Soon, he came upon the same wild tribes Fang Qing had met.Some twenty or so hairy humanoids stood a few hundred meters ahead. Their bodies were covered in thick fur, their limbs corded with muscle, their eyes fierce, their mouths bristling with sharp teeth.They clustered around several ice-built huts, most inside, a few patrolling outside.Thanks to a cultivator’s keen vision, Gu Yuan spotted them first—and they did not spot him.He crouched low in the snow and mentally consulted his Master Mo.“Master Mo, what are these creatures?”“Slave race of the Northern Territories—a multi-furred demon tribe. Extremely violent, highly cold-resistant, and they reproduce rapidly.”“Northern Territories?”“That’s beyond where you’re meant to go. No need to understand it now.”“Understood. Beware these multi-furred demons—they hunt in packs and are fiercely aggressive.”Seeing no benefit in combat, Gu Yuan planned to bypass them. He cast Concealment, then stealthily skirted the tribe, continuing toward the moon.But when he came within a few dozen meters, they detected him. One opened its maw and roared something he could not understand.Instantly, the entire tribe surged forth toward him.Realizing he’d been discovered, Gu Yuan drew his Diǎn Xīng ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ sword and Xuán Lán saber from his storage ring, readying for battle.Master Mo’s voice warned in his mind, “These multi-furred demons are anomalous. They shouldn’t have such strong perception. Be extra cautious.”Gu Yuan nodded to himself. “I will.”He invoked Diǎn Xīng, gathering water spirit qi into long, spear-like shafts overhead, then released them at the charging demons. Simultaneously, several flying swords shot from his storage ring.The water spears, hard and razor-sharp, and the flying swords struck the demons in the brow.Twenty-plus long spears and several flying swords all hit their marks.What followed was a gruesome spectacle: over twenty heads burst like melons, showering red and white gore across the snow.The blood-soaked, shredded flesh stank as it littered the plain.When the attack ended, not a single demon remained alive.Gu Yuan paused to circulate his qi, then resumed his trek toward the blue moon.…Meanwhile, Fang Qing faced a dilemma.A massive tribe of multi-furred demons blocked her path.She lay prone in the snow, a few hundred meters from a huge encampment where hundreds of muscular, fur-covered humanoids had gathered, firmly barring her way.Fang Qing had already tried Concealment.It was useless against these demons.Now she found herself vexed by their numbers and inability to evade them. Killing them off would gain her some Blood Qi and Abyssal Power, but it served little purpose.Her priority was the Snow-Drifting Immortal inheritance; squandering time here was meaningless.Yet, she had no choice but to waste the time.With a thought, Wu Qian appeared in her hand.Gripping her blade, Fang Qing assessed the tribe with cold detachment, then activated Wu Qian’s active ability: Abyss · Bloodburst.She still needed to meet up with Gu Yuan. These hairy savages should die quickly!Black-tinged blood smoke swirled around her as she charged the demons without fear.The commotion drew their attention. With a roar, hundreds of them poured from the ice huts, encircling her.On the flat, pristine snow plain, a young girl in a red daoist robe wielding a blade faced off against a horde of fur-covered humanoids.By appearance alone, she was at a stark disadvantage.But once they clashed, it was the populous, strong demons who were slaughtered.Her blade aura—blood-red and suffused with black smoke—sliced through them like reaping wheat, wave after wave.Moreover, when a demon died, its spilled blood solidified into crimson needles.These needles, as swift as specters, both defended the girl from the demons’ fists and stabbed into their skulls at odd angles, felling them easily.As the ground grew slick with dark blood, the girl cleaved her way out of the encirclement, her eyes alight with crimson lust for blood.Glancing back at the nearly half-dead tribe, Fang Qing did not linger but sprinted forward at incredible speed.Though the demons pursued, they could not keep pace and quickly fell behind.Fang Qing stopped, blade in hand.She spoke in a tone as if suppressing something:“Yuan Spirit, how is my current state?”‘Your heart fiercely suppresses the turmoil, but because of the recent slaughter, the murderous intent in your mind is highly active. If you relax for but a moment, that intent will flood your thoughts.’Feeling the exhilaration after the kill, Fang Qing realized the Yuan Spirit was right.Her heart raced with excitement; a voice seemed to call out in her mind:“‘Kill! Release your desire to slaughter! Then you can continue to enjoy the heavenly pleasure just now!’”

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