Chapter 147 The Eye of the Blizzard

I looked at Shen Qingbai and said, "How many men do you have left? I want all of them! You'd better not hold anything back, or even think about preserving seeds for the sect. If the sect is gone, all the seeds you leave behind will only feed the wolves of the martial world."

Shen Qingbai gritted his teeth and said, "I have two hundred disciples left. These are the last elites of the An Tang (Dark Hall), and the most outstanding elites of the sect."

"Very good!" I said in a deep voice, "Gather them together, we're going into the Feng Xue Yan (Eye of the Blizzard)."

When I arrived at the mountain pass according to the map marked by Yu Hao, the two hundred elites of the An Tang (Dark Hall) had already gathered near the pass.

This time, all the An Tang (Dark Hall) disciples had changed their attire. They were all dressed in black, with white plum blossoms embroidered on their clothes.

Shen Qingbai said, "These people are all disciples who are already 'dead'. They violated the sect rules in the past and were imprisoned in the Si Guo Cliff (Cliff of Repentance) to atone for their sins, never to leave the mountain for the rest of their lives. From the day their names were erased from the sect, these people have been dead."

"The sect gave them a second life, and they became the sect's sharpest daggers."

I glanced at the An Tang (Dark Hall) disciples, their faces covered with black scarves, before turning my gaze to the mountain pass.

There was only a stone wall there. Circling around half of the stone wall revealed barren granite. No wonder it wasn't marked on either map – there was still a way down the mountain behind it.

Ye Yang stood in front of the stone wall for a long time. "The path is in the cracks of the stone! A few of you, clear the soil away from here."

The place Ye Yang pointed to was a stone crevice barely wide enough for a person to pass sideways. The crevice was completely filled with mud, and no one would have thought it was a place where someone could walk through if they didn't pay attention.

This was a trick of the Ganshan Ren (Mountain Herders). When they encountered a treasure, they would try their best to hide it to prevent their competitors from taking the spoils.

The soil in the crevice was probably filled in by Yu Hao's father.

The An Tang (Dark Hall) disciples picked up their swords and only dug twice at the crevice when a loud bang echoed from the mountain wall. The three-to-four-meter-high stone wall was blasted into pieces from behind by some force. As the rocks, large and small, roared through the air, several An Wei (Dark Guards) disciples who were in the front were torn apart and dismembered on the spot.

Ye Yang and I simultaneously released our protective zhenqi (true energy), shielding Feng Ruoxing behind us. The entire mountain wall collapsed in front of us, and a piece of rubble landed a foot in front of my feet.

The other party was warning me not to meddle!

I looked up at the back of the stone wall. A little further from my position was a cliff, and the snow blown off the snow mountain was all piled up in the vast snowfield below the cliff.

Although it was only early autumn, when the mountain wind blew, the area around the cliff could still stir up the wind and snow that could only be seen in the cold winter months.

The Feng Xue Yan (Eye of the Blizzard) was below!

I turned to look at the An Tang (Dark Hall) disciples. "From now on, each of you must be prepared to die at any time. This battle is not for me, but for your sect."

None of the An Tang (Dark Hall) disciples standing in the wind and snow spoke, but their eyes revealed a determination to disregard life and death.

"Go!" With a wave of my hand, the leading disciples unfurled their ropes and slid down the mountain wall. I watched as ten An Wei (Dark Guards) disciples silently fell into the snow, and at the same time sank into it. From above, only ten heads were visible, like chess pieces exposed on the snow.

"Next!" With a wave of Shen Qingbai's hand, another ten disciples grabbed the ropes.

But I suddenly raised my hand. "Don't move! The people below are dead!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw the glaring scarlet red appearing around the ten black dots at the same time. The hot blood melted the snow in a short time, and ten heads neatly flipped over in the red snow, looking up at the top of the mountain.

The scarlet snow and the pale faces were superimposed on each other, adding a bit of eerie, fishy weirdness to the already ghostly Feng Xue Yan (Eye of the Blizzard).

Feng Ruoxing whispered, "Those people's bodies are gone!"

The snow under the mountain had been melted by blood for about a foot, but the headless bodies could not be seen under the blood.

What was under the snow that cut off their heads and took their bodies the moment the An Wei (Dark Guards) disciples landed?

Shen Qingbai gritted his teeth and said, "Send out twenty more people, ten to go down the mountain, and ten to cover!"

Just as I was about to speak, Ye Yang nudged me from behind, not wanting me to go down.

My figure only paused slightly, and ten An Wei (Dark Guards) had already slid down the ropes. Just as the ten were about to touch the ground, they grabbed the ropes with their hands and propped their feet against the mountain wall, stopping in mid-air.

The disciples responsible for covering them stopped in the air in the same posture, holding short swords in their mouths, unfolding their arm crossbows with one hand, and pointing their arrows to the ground, ready to go.

The leading disciple in front made a gesture upwards, and suddenly released the rope, falling towards the snow.

Before his body touched the ground, he drew out his long sword in mid-air, gripped the hilt with both hands, and thrust the sword straight into the direction he was about to land.

Although that person's cultivation had not reached the level of sword qi (sword energy) emission, it was not far off. When the sword fell to the ground, snowflakes fluttered, and everyone's vision was stained with a layer of silver white.