The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS

The last snowflake fell to the ground.

"The snow has stopped," Qing Yu drank the last cup of wine, "This snow wine really has a unique taste."

Xuanzhen's "Taisu Primordial Skill" had gone beyond merely crystallizing True Qi, she had even used Taisu Energy to turn the taste of snow water into that of wine, sharing a night with Qing Yu.

"The dawn has come, this is the beginning of the new year." Xuanzhen looked at the vast snowy landscape outside the building, her eyes seemed reflective yet calm, the moving glints in her eyes making it hard to discern her true emotions.

Nevertheless, there was no doubt that the night of wine and appreciating snow had been very relaxing and peaceful for Xuanzhen.

This feeling was rarely felt by Xuanzhen. Even though she had a beloved disciple and a close junior sister, there were times when Qingling and the others could not understand the thoughts in Xuanzhen's heart.

The different perspectives and even different visions could easily create a sense of alienation. Qingling and others had deep feelings for Xuanzhen, yet lacked understanding.

They could not comprehend what Xuanzhen saw or thought, but Qing Yu could.

Thus, the night had felt very relaxing for Xuanzhen, bringing a sense of nostalgia.

Xuanzhen stood up and walked to the balcony, looking at the expanse of whiteness outside, as well as the palaces and houses enveloped in snow, suddenly she waved her sleeve, and small plum blossom-like crystals appeared in the air, scattering in the cold wind.

"Fallen plums pile up like snow in disarray." She softly chanted.

"Reflecting against the snow, carrying frost, purely surrounding the wind platform." Qing Yu slowly approached.

A sudden gust of wind came, sweeping up the flying plum blossom crystals, forming a swirl around the building.

Moreover, an invisible force infused into the plum blossom crystals, endowing them with the breath of life and the scent of flowers. The entire balcony was covered with flying petals, and a cold, faint floral fragrance wafted through the air.

"Is it beautiful?"

"Very beautiful!"

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The unusual heavy snow not only brought a long-missed snowy landscape to the south but also brought quite a bit of trouble.

At the very least, the Divine Martial Army, which was forced to halt their march due to the heavy snow, was extremely annoyed by this snow. During the New Year, continuing the march was meant to race against time, but this snow made the sacrificial New Year meaningless.

In the snowy camp, with the Black Iron Ghost Mask removed, the handsome Duke Shenwu Luo Feng frowned as he looked at the spread-out map, his eyes full of agitation.

"The soldiers of the Divine Martial Army, who guard the borders all year round defending against the Peacock Remnant and the Cangsheng Sect in the Western Regions, are already seldom with their families. Now, to march needlessly during the New Year, I have wronged them," Luo Feng seemed to be talking to himself, yet also hinting at something else.

Beside him, Divine Captors heard this and offered words of comfort, "No one could have anticipated the sudden heavy snow in the south; it was our miscalculation. But this shift of troops to Shu Province is necessary, knowing Shu Province is close to the Western Regions where undercurrents are stirring. We must stabilize our rear before we can properly deal with any chaos that might arise in the Western Regions.

It's also to prevent the Divine Martial Army from being attacked from both front and back in the future, please understand, Your Grace."

Luo Feng looked up at Divine Captors and said, "If it weren't for you stopping me, I alone could have settled this drifting snow."

With his strength in the Divinity Realm, formidable enough even among those in the Central Capital, he could have directly burst forth and slashed through the snow clouds. No wind or snow would pose a problem.

"From here to Shu Province, the whole journey is plagued with snowstorms. Do you expect me to break through the extreme snow clouds all the way? Moreover, there's also the accumulated snow on the road. It's not something that the Divine Marquis alone can clear. If forced to do so, it would lead to excessive exhaustion..."

Divine Captors' stern face clouded over, as if he had thought of some difficulty.

"Mei Jun is reporting." A man's proud voice came from outside the tent.

"Come in."

Following the response of Divine Captors, a young man, proud like the cold plum and dressed in white with a plum blossom embroidered on his attire, entered, clasping his fists, "Reporting to Divine Captors and the Divine Marquis, as we traveled westward, we finally discovered traces. Amidst the snowstorm, there are indeed man-made signs, suspected to be the grassland Shaman's witchcraft."

"Shamanism's witchcraft," Divine Captors gently stroked his beard, "I have also dealt with grassland Shamans in years past. They excel at communicating with heaven and earth, leveraging the forces of nature. However, to create a snowstorm of such extensive reach, not even the Great Shaman joined by all the Advanced Shamans could achieve it."

This snowstorm's reach is extremely wide. If Shamanism possessed such immense power, there would be no need to combat the Central Plains. Just bringing about heavy snow every winter would suffice. After several more years, the population of the Central Plains people would certainly decline sharply.

"Relying solely on Shamanism, it is indeed unachievable, but if assisted by a master skilled in the ways of the heavens, it might not be impossible."

Outside the tent, another man dressed in a black Confucian robe entered, and said, "Ming Rui has seen both of you."

"What did Sacrificial Officer Ming just say?" Divine Captors quickly asked.

Ming Rui took out a blackish-gray scroll from his sleeve and handed it to Divine Captors and Luo Feng, saying, "The Imperial Observatory discovered that this snowstorm is a rare occurrence, seen once every several decades, but it should not have caused such a tremendous impact on the south. The reason for its extent is that someone deliberately guided the snowstorm southward."

Divine Captors spread out the scroll, displaying its contents to himself and Luo Feng.

"The Imperial Observatory means that to guide the snowstorm, one must make predictions several months in advance, lay many arrangements, and finally, let many experts communicate with heaven and earth to guide the situation. The grasslands' Great Shaman, although skilled in Divination, is still insufficient for altering the heavenly timing like this."

Luo Feng's words carried a heavy intent to kill, "So, is there someone else secretly helping?"

"Exactly," said Ming Rui, "The Director of the Imperial Observatory is speculating that the secret helper must be one of the world's great masters, as only then could they set up these arrangements. Such masters are extremely rare in the grasslands and it is highly possible that someone from the Central Plains is assisting them."

"Traitors deserving of death!" Divine Captors growled softly, "One day, I shall kill all these external enemies and internal traitors to rectify the peace in the world!"

"It seems our earlier estimate was correct. The Western Regions are indeed breeding chaos, and the grassland people are involved," analyzed Luo Feng.

"However, if they think to use the Western Regions to invade the Central Plains, they are seeking death! A group of wolves with broken bones, unable to even breach Northern Zhou, where do they find the confidence to invade our Daqian."

Divine Captors shook his head, "This time, the grassland people have made a big move, and they have colluded with some traitors within the Central Plains, aiming for a grand scheme. It's definitely not just causing disorder in the Western Regions. They might also intercept us. We need to be on guard early."

"The rats in the gutter, I actually wish they would come forward, then..."

Suddenly, the Big Spear stationed behind trembled, erupting with a bone-chilling killing aura, "Under the Slaughter Spear, no one can escape."