Zhang Shuyang pondered the mention of this mission.
Imperial affairs are always complex. Although he sided with the Empress, he was going to capture Li Haomiao. Who knew if any hidden old monsters within Dao Zong or the imperial family would come out of hiding to protect him?
If that happened, he feared his life would be lost.
Now that he was seriously injured, he might as well take this opportunity to withdraw and save his life.
Li Miaojun seemed oblivious to Zhang Shuyang's words. She gazed silently at the mountain ridges ahead, her eyes etched with an unfathomable depth.
After a long moment, she moved her eyes slightly, opened her red lips, and coldly spat out two words.
"Waste."
Those two words, like a sharp dagger, pierced Zhang Shuyang.
Zhang Shuyang's expression instantly turned extremely ugly, his face turning pale and red, but he remained silent, gritting his teeth, his heart filled with resentment and frustration.
Li Miaojun didn't stay any longer, and took a step forward with light lotus steps.
With each step she took, her figure flashed a hundred meters away, her speed was astonishing.
What was even more strange was that her movements did not bring up the slightest gust of wind, as if she was just an illusory shadow.
In the blink of an eye, her figure disappeared in the vast snow curtain.
Zhang Shuyang looked at the direction where Li Miaojun left, his eyes fell on the snow she stepped on, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
There was not a trace of footprints on the smooth snow.
Walking on the snow without leaving any trace!
This peerless light skill made Zhang Shuyang feel cold in his heart.
He knew very well that if Li Miaojun wanted to take his life at this moment, with his own strength, he would not even have the chance to react.
His whole body was tense, cold sweat unconsciously emerged from his forehead, and his back was already soaked with sweat. After a long time, his tense expression slowly relaxed and he exhaled heavily.
The guards waiting nearby gritted their teeth, "General, we..."
"Si Ma Li will take over this matter, so we will no longer be involved. Pack up the bodies of our brothers, and we will go home."
Zhang Shuyang's face was gloomy, his eyes flickering.
——
"After we climb over the hill ahead, we'll be in Qingzhou, right?"
Xu Yunfan looked up at the towering mountain with an altitude of nearly 6,000 meters. Looking around, he saw the mountain ranges on both sides stretching into the distance, like two high walls piercing the sky, extremely majestic, like a natural Great Wall.
Fang Mushan also looked up at the mountain, a hint of emotion in his eyes.
Recalling the experiences of the past two or three months, it was like an unreal dream.
Li Haomiao's expression was complicated, and he spoke with a hint of indescribable meaning.
"Qingzhou in the northern border enjoys a pleasant climate, earning it the reputation of a small Zhongzhou, thanks to the Cumulus Mountain, which blocks the bitter cold currents from the 800-li Arakawa Glacier. Once we enter, we'll be completely free of the 800-li Arakawa Glacier."
Xu Yunfan, a broadsword ripped from a soldier's body, strapped to his waist, gazed up at the mountain before him. A chilling wind howled from the summit, its raging gale carrying an icy aura. Layers of
white snow stretched from halfway up Cumulus Mountain to its summit, like a giant white dragon lying across the landscape.
"Let's climb! I want to see what Qingzhou was like during the Great Zhou Dynasty."
Ever since arriving here, he'd been thrown into the mines, living in constant fear. Now, finally experiencing a turn for the better, he longed to experience the world of everyday life.
The days of consuming raw meat and drinking blood were too miserable. The smell of roasted meat was nothing but fishy.
Fang Mushan took a deep breath, tightened his fur coat, and with a determined look, he said in a deep voice, "Let's make a concerted effort and climb over this Cumulus Mountain!"
Without further hesitation, the group began to climb.
Xu Yunfan unleashed his swift legs. With each step, his leg muscles instantly tensed and exerted force, his footprints sinking deeply into the snow. Then, with a sudden leap, he could leap six or seven meters.
After these days of relentless sprinting, his swift legs had become a minor accomplishment. With each exertion, Xu Yunfan's movements became increasingly effortless. With each stride, his feet seemed to resonate with the earth, its force holding him steady, like a spring catapulting him forward. "
'Speeding Kick 378/1000 (Minor Success)
Special Effects: Traverse dangers with ease, move with the swiftness of a swallow, unleash unstoppable leg power, walk tirelessly, and maintain a nimble and agile posture .'
" Several special effects within the speeding kick allowed him to navigate the rugged wilderness with even greater ease than Fang Mushan.
"Using the speeding kick, you've grasped the essence of this martial art, and your proficiency has improved."
"When you used the speeding kick, you subconsciously felt the need to extend your hips further with your steps. After trying, you found this to be less strenuous, and your proficiency has improved."
"..."
Late into the night, moonlight streamed down through sparse
clouds. Xu Yunfan stepped onto the summit and exhaled a long breath. In the extreme cold, the white mist from his mouth was clearly visible, like a wisp of mist.
He casually removed a piece of dried meat hanging from his waist, stuffed it into his mouth, and mumbled, "After crossing this mountaintop, we'll be completely out of the 800-li Huangchuan Icefield."
Meanwhile, Fang Mushan, standing beside him, was steaming with heat. The chill air made it seem as if wisps of smoke rose from his head, and he seemed enveloped in a hazy mist.
He panted slightly and glanced at Xu Yunfan, who seemed perfectly fine. He was shocked. He had thought his endurance was exceptional, but compared to Xu Yunfan, it was nothing.
Climbing such a mountain, the other man was not only more agile and nimble than him, but he also navigated the perilous terrain with a fluid, unwavering presence.
Was he truly a servant of the Jiang family, not some master trained by a sect?!
Xu Yunfan glanced over.
"Are you tired?"
"Tired?! Of course I'm not tired!"
Fang Mushan immediately straightened up, composed himself, and replied: "It's just because of the martial arts I practiced, there is a strong blood and energy surging in every move I make that I can perform like this... Just go down the mountain top, just be careful to avoid..." "
You, should not be able to get down the mountain top."
Several people were shocked, and when they looked up, they saw a woman in gauze standing on the top of the snowy mountain, looking at them as if they were looking at a dead person.
"Li Miaojun!"
Li Haomiao subconsciously straightened his body on Xu Yunfan's back, his expression cold, his eyes full of solemnity.
Xu Yunfan suddenly felt a foreign object pressing against his buttocks, and hurriedly said: "Wait, wait, you're biting me, I'll put you down first."
With that, Xu Yunfan quickly put Li Haomiao down.
Li Haomiao was furious. Xu Yunfan was really spoiling the fun. If he hadn't been injured, he would have taught him a lesson.
He collected himself and looked back at Li Miaoyun, who still had a blank expression.
Xu Yunfan saw that the atmosphere was not right, so he naturally protected the two of them in front of him. If there was any sign of trouble, he would run away without hesitation.
(End of this chapter)