The Heavens Send Yu Yingnan Down to Earth, Hao Shuai: Have I Finally Turned My Luck Around?!

East of Taihang Mountain, beyond the ranges, stretched the vast, fertile North China Plain, the heartland of Central Plains culture.

It was the bitter cold of winter, and a heavy snowfall had just ended.

The world lay blanketed in silver.

As far as the eye could see, a desolate beauty lingered in the heart.

Amid the falling snow, two figures trudged slowly through the wind and snow, one ahead of the other.

They were Hao Shuai and his follower, Old Huang, one of the Heng Ha Two Generals.

They had just left Taihang Mountain to take a leisurely stroll.

After Hao Shuai's Second Primordial Spirit had reached the Primordial Spirit realm, he hadn't immediately left Taihang Mountain. Instead, he'd had it stay in the cave abode to refine the Twin Swords of Male and Female and diligently cultivate the Pure Yang Sword Art.

As for Hao Shuai himself, he couldn't stand being cooped up for long.

He realized that since coming to the Shushan World, he hadn't properly explored the mortal world. So he'd left Old Ren to protect his Second Primordial Spirit, taken Old Huang with him, and set off from Taihang Mountain to wander leisurely across the North China Plain and admire the snowy scenery.

But no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it grew tiresome after a while.

"Hm?"

Just as Hao Shuai was running out of patience and preparing to fly with Old Huang to the nearest town, a small mound of snow had appeared on the road ahead for no apparent reason.

What's more, from within the mound came the faintest hint of breathing.

"Old Huang, dig it up and take a look."

For some reason, Hao Shuai's curiosity had been piqued.

At his command, Old Huang immediately darted forward and swept away the snow