Six martial sects had suffered devastation akin to annihilation. The thousand-year-old stronghold trembled as a whole.Yet, across the entirety of Shaanxi, it was no more than an anomaly in a single major city.


    Even though there were few administrative prefectures as vast as Xi’an, it remained merely a regional Jianghu stronghold.


    Mid-sized and smaller factions of Jianghu warriors had carved out territories for themselves everywhere.


    Rather than summoning government troops for matters of security, they were more accustomed to vanishing into the shadows, extorting tolls from travelers and ambushing passersby.


    A dozen swordsmen moved forward.


    The embroidery of plum blossoms on the hems of their white martial robes trembled, their steps muffled as they pressed lightly against the thinly layered snow.


    They moved like a single, finely honed blade. The solemnity in their procession was evident as they escorted a carriage, its presence lending an even graver atmosphere.


    “Plum blossoms… It’s Mount Hua.”


    “…Is that the scent of blood? One of the immortals must be wounded.”


    “Hah… There better not be any serious trouble.”


    “In times like these, for the Daoist sages to…”


    Eastern Shaanxi.


    The main road was filled with traffic, as it was a common thoroughfare. The experts of the Mount Hua Sect naturally drew no small amount of attention.


    With every step, the footprints they left behind were exceptionally faint, their presence exuding an air as sharp and unyielding as the winter wind.


    The refined swordsmanship of Daoism, honed to an edge as keen as a blade. The rippling force of a grand sect that had endured since before the Ming Dynasty.


    To ignorant lower-ranked warriors or common folk, they could only be perceived as immortals. It had been this way for centuries. sea??h thё n?vel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    No one dared approach them carelessly.


    This was precisely what the Daoists of Mount Hua intended at this moment.


    The Plum Blossom Swordsmen and the Sword Masters of Mount Hua had suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of the Blade Specters’ master and the elite warriors of the unorthodox path.


    Now, their sect leader lay gravely wounded, incapable of movement, and those tasked with protecting her were not Mount Hua’s highest-ranking warriors.


    “We’ll reach Huayin County soon. Over there—you can see Lotus Peak.”


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