Wind and Snow

Chunyang Palace Master Chu Zhe faced Wisdom King.

This could be called the first meeting between the helmsmen of two colossal powers in the Central Plains Cultivation World, and it did not appear pleasant. The moment the Chunyang Palace Master appeared, Wisdom King knew this scheme had failed—and that he would have to sacrifice the treasured land of Golden Mountain Courtyard as well.

Amid the wind and snow, the two stared at each other for a moment.

Wisdom King needed to salvage at least a shred of dignity so he would not look too wretched. There was no fabled scheme within a scheme, no chain of stratagems, no contest of wits to see who laughed last. Such things were entertaining to hear about, but tales made too vivid were all fiction. Many things in this world could not be decided beforehand; every moment teemed with countless changes.

"Master Chu, you cannot stop me," Wisdom King said with a smile.

Hearing this, Chu Zhe nodded seriously.

Figures like him, renowned for who knew how many centuries yet stubbornly refusing ascension, were indeed formidable and difficult to deal with. But he was not invincible beneath heaven. Thus far, only that one in the forbidden land of Dragon Gate Desert was truly the most terrifying.

"That is right. But my junior brother is very interested in you. I will join hands with him."

"Oh? Which one?"

After asking, Wisdom King's brow twitched. A person emerged from the distant wind and snow—or rather, a sword. Gan Wu, first disciple of Qi Yun of Chunyang Purple Void...

Gan Wu, clutching a battered old sword, was trembling. Indeed, he shared certain habits with a certain Snake Demon Boy.

Wisdom King now knew that all the intelligence he had received before had been false. The reports said