Chapter 75

The snow melted under the bright light, and the sky above was dim and desolate, with a solemn and bleak atmosphere between heaven and earth.

Facing the wind and snow, Jun Wuming returned alone from Gourd Valley, his black clothes and hair giving him a cold and clear appearance as he walked slowly toward the mountain villa in the cold wind.

It had been half a month since he returned from Black Wind Mountain. After subduing the ghost generals, everyone went their separate ways. Muxing, Mukong, and others returned to their masters, while Yuhua, Yusu, and others went on a mission to the Western Continent.

Only Venerable Yuxu, due to some trivial matters, accompanied Lin Hong and Jun Wuming to Lianyun Fort, where he was currently a guest.

Jun Wuming had just returned from a mission.

The snow in Gourd Valley was vast and deep, several feet thick, reaching up to the knees.

"Come out!"

He stopped lightly, letting the cold wind rage and sweep over the crane cloak on his shoulders. Suddenly, Jun Wuming turned his body and stared intently at the snow, his powerful and vast mental force locking onto a certain spot underground.

His aura was as majestic as a giant dragon, making the surrounding cold wind dare not approach.

With a "bang," the thick snow exploded, sending a shower of snow and rain into the air. His right hand flipped like a hook, and a cold and fierce light shot through the air, bringing a powerful and chilling wind that enveloped Jun Wuming's entire body!

The cold light was as icy as fresh snow!

But Jun Wuming seemed unaware.

Without dodging, he waited until the cold light was close, then suddenly struck out with his palm, releasing a fierce and powerful force.

The palm force was as fierce as a mad dragon, layer upon layer like waves, each layer adding to the strength. One palm strike seemed capable of shattering a small mountain on the spot.

"Crack, crack"

The powerful palm wind instantly crushed the cold iron sword into pieces. The fragments of the broken sword flew in all directions like arrows, shimmering with cold light.

Bang!

The remaining force was still strong, and the palm strike sent the white figure flying several feet.

Sss!

The attacker, hit by the massive palm force, turned pale and spat out a mouthful of white essence blood, which instantly mixed with the snow.

Jun Wuming's expression was calm, and he coldly watched the third-stage masked attacker in white. Over the past half month, there had been several attempts, both open and covert, and Jun Wuming was already tired of this game. He was not going to play it anymore.

"What great courage! Where does your master get the confidence to send you on a long journey to seek death!"

His voice was low, like a sea about to erupt, hiding a deadly intent. The killing intent in Jun Wuming's star-like eyes flashed and almost froze the killer on the spot.

"Speak! Who is your master? Who gave you the courage to sneak attack me!"

A black light glowed at the water-drop-shaped divine mark on his forehead, and his vast mental force locked onto the attacker's body. If the attacker dared to move, he would be struck dead with one palm.

"Ice Intent?"

A hint of realization, shock, and despair flashed in the attacker's eyes!

The attacker smiled bitterly, his body glowing with white light. He gritted his teeth, said nothing, and swung his knife again. The cold, bright light of the blade, like a crescent moon, swept toward the black-clothed youth standing alone in the snow.

Jun Wuming's star-like eyes were like lightning, his eyebrows raised. Silently, a black, silver-patterned long sword appeared in his hand, and a fierce sword energy burst out, the cold light piercing through the snow and wind.

Bang!

The sharp, invisible sword energy flashed, sending snowflakes flying.

Like a bolt of lightning, the sword struck, and a cold light flashed, instantly piercing through the attacker's chest!

"Whistling"

The cold wind was slightly cold, but the blood had not yet cooled.

Jun Wuming listened to the whistling of the cold wind, looking at the white-clothed person who had fallen to the ground with a sword through his heart. He stood silently for a moment, shook off the snow from his clothes, glanced at the white-clothed person on the ground, and then continued walking deeper into Gourd Valley.

The cold wind was harsh, and dark snow fell, large snowflakes drifting down from the sky, gradually covering the uneven snow on the ground.

In less than half an incense stick's time, a thick layer of snow covered the body of the fallen white-clothed person, and in a short while, it would be completely buried and turned into blood water.

Sss!

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the calm snow.

Bang!

In an instant, a white figure broke free from the deep snow and landed lightly on the ground.

White clothes, white eyebrows, a trace of white blood at the corner of his mouth, the attacker looked back at the mountain villa under the huge waterfall, his eyes filled with malice, resentment, and a hint of fear.

"This time I underestimated you, but next time I will definitely not let you escape! I will cut you into pieces to vent my hatred!"

The attacker's face was twisted with resentment, his eyes filled with hatred.

"You never thought that the weakness of our Snowman race is not the heart, but the brain! Ha ha!!"

His sinister and triumphant laughter echoed in the snow. The attacker composed himself and instantly turned into a snow light, blending into the snow and fleeing from Gourd Valley. This mission had failed, and he would likely face the torture of fire upon his return! The thought of this made his resentment toward the black-clothed youth rise again, his eyes venomous like a snake or scorpion.

At the spot where the attacker had left, a faint cold wind blew.

Suddenly, a black-clothed figure appeared, black hair and black robe, a handsome but stern face. It was Jun Wuming, who had already left the area.

"Next time you deal with me!"

Jun Wuming's expression was cold. Although he did not know the weakness of the Snowman assassin, the life force hidden in the assassin's heart could not escape his notice, as he had comprehended part of the Water Life and Death Intent. He had only pretended to leave to track down the mastermind behind the attack.

In fact, he had remained hidden in the air, constantly monitoring the Snowman's movements, which were all under his surveillance.

His figure once again disappeared into the air, following the Snowman.

Curious to know who had such a grudge against him, Jun Wuming wanted to find out who had taken such a great risk to hire an assassin to attack him.

The cold wind danced, and snowflakes fell from the sky, covering most of the northern continent. From a high vantage point, one could see that a large part of the northern region was covered in snow.

The Snowman race was a unique race in the north, said to be the offspring of a snow goddess, born with the power to control ice and snow.

In the snow, the Snowmen were like fish in water, their magical abilities greatly enhanced.

But with the Snowman's third-stage Soul Refinement cultivation, there was no way to escape Jun Wuming's vast mental force!

One in front, one behind, the two figures moved swiftly, the cold air swirling around them, seemingly unnoticed.

Jun Wuming looked at the two white figures ahead, his heart cold as ice. It was him!

"Steward, Baiyi!" The Snowman assassin bowed his head, not daring to look directly at the smiling, fat steward.

"Did you fail your mission?" The fat steward, dressed in white, smiled warmly as he looked at the Snowman.

"Baiyi, why are you so nervous? Don't worry, I won't blame you. You did your best. I know that!"

He smiled warmly, patted the shoulder of the Snowman assassin, and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Come, tell me about the young master's abilities!"

The fat steward looked kindly at the Snowman, encouraging him and soothing his anxious heart.

Baiyi looked gratefully at the fat steward, bowed, and said respectfully, "Sir, Jun Wuming is deeply scheming and well-hidden. I used our Snowman race's secret snow escape technique, but I was discovered before I could get within ten feet of him."

"It seemed he had comprehended Ice Intent. One palm strike made me feel as if my heart was frozen. I couldn't withstand his attack and was severely injured!"

"Ah!" The fat steward's eyes narrowed, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "How did you escape?"

Baiyi smiled smugly, "Sir, although I couldn't defeat Jun Wuming, he was young and inexperienced. He thought that breaking my heart would kill me, but I used a fake death technique to escape."

"Ah, so you have done well!" The fat steward smiled at the slightly smug Baiyi.

"I dare not claim credit, sir."

"Alright, alright." The fat steward smiled warmly, looking at Baiyi with the eyes of an elder, clearly saying, "Young man, work hard, I believe in you." Baiyi was overjoyed.

"But!" Suddenly, Baiyi's heart skipped a beat, sensing something was wrong. His suspicion was confirmed.

"But since you failed the mission, the fire torture cannot be avoided. Young people need to exercise more!"

Baiyi didn't hear the rest, feeling dizzy and pale.

Jun Wuming watched the farce from the air, his face cold. He sneered inwardly, knowing that the Snowmen feared fire, which could melt them into snow water.

"Whoosh, whoosh"

Two sounds of movement rang out, and Jun Wuming watched the two figures leave, thinking that the fat steward was the young master's butler and must be involved in the matter, even if not the mastermind, at least a conspirator. He would deal with this matter later.

His mind racing, he turned to leave. Suddenly, his heart stirred, and he held his position in the air.

A white light suddenly shot from a distance, landing in the snow. It was the fat steward. "Did I guess wrong?" The fat steward muttered, his vast mental force scanning the area.

Jun Wuming's heart turned cold, and a hint of killing intent showed. What a cautious guy!

Seeing no one around, the fat steward reluctantly gave up and disappeared in a flash of light.

Jun Wuming's eyes were calm. He was sure the fat steward was not far away and was still hiding.

Sure enough, after half an incense stick's time, the fat steward emerged from the snow, seeing no one following him, and disappeared into the ground in a flash of white light.

Jun Wuming was not in a hurry, still hidden in the air, his mind in harmony with the world. He was one with nature, hidden in the world.

Half an incense stick, one incense stick, two incense sticks. Several hours passed, and Jun Wuming still did not move, though he did not sense the fat steward's presence, he remained cautious.

Suddenly, the air in front of him rippled, and the fat steward emerged.

What a deep schemer. Jun Wuming calmed his slightly disturbed mind and watched the fat steward leave after checking the area.

He stepped out of the air, coldly watching the direction the fat steward went. Suddenly, he pressed his body, shot up, and fled north, not heading to the villa this time!

It was time to start that matter!

At the spot, the cold wind blew, and snowflakes fell, leaving no trace of the farce.

Only a few traces of solemnity and purity, and a faint fragrance, remained on the snow-covered ground.

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