Remould the Glory of Sword Art-Chapter 1262 - 173: Li Lan’s Wind and Snow

The world was coated in silver white, with the wind and snow howling mournfully.

The entire expanse of snow mountains stretched endlessly, all scarred and ravaged.

Two years ago, during the Great Chu Dynasty’s Northern Hunt, a secret realm was accidentally discovered in the Li Lan Mountain territory. Wu Zhexian and Peacock Venerable clashed here, battling intensely without a victor. Subsequently, forces from all sides arrived and engaged in fierce combat until the secret realm collapsed, ending this farce.

Neither side gained any advantage.

Yet the divine skill marks left by the great practitioners showed no sign of fading after two full years.

From time to time, dark rays of Xiahua shot out from the depths of the forest.

It was as if an unfathomably deep abyss lay hidden beneath the Li Lan Mountain.

At this moment.

A team of light cavalry swiftly traversed the snow mountains.

There weren’t many in number, only twenty to thirty riders.

Eventually.

This iron cavalry halted atop a small snowy mountain.

Leading them was a middle-aged man clad in bright white heavy armor, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, exuding authority without anger.

He tightened the reins, sitting atop a white horse, his expression stern as he looked up.

Even after suffering the devastation of great practitioners...

To the ordinary eyes, the Li Lan Mountain Range still stood like a majestic giant.

Snow mist enveloped; the distant mountain shadows undulated endlessly, beyond the scope of sight.

"Marquis!"

Behind him, a deputy couldn’t help but speak: "Wu State is on the verge of war. We’ve journeyed thousands of miles, bypassed Xuanbei Pass, and arrived at this godforsaken place... Is it truly worth it?"

This iron cavalry hailed from the Da Li Dynasty.

The leader was one of the "Seven Marquises" who pledged unwavering loyalty to the Crown Prince.

Marquis Yuanping, Huang Hao.

Since the upheaval in Qian State began, the Da Li Dynasty’s north-south strife had entered its most intense phase. The Northern Five States were marshaling troops in full force, except for "Ning State," preparing to march south... Both sides coincidentally chose Wu State as the battlefield. The Crown Prince aimed for a swift victory, seeking to capture Phoenix Seal City and destroy the Main Sect of Fan Yin Temple altogether. The Ninth Prince, however, summoned Buddha’s son’s aid to gather all Buddhist disciples from the Nine Provinces of Great Li at Wu State.

With the war looming.

As one of the Seven Marquises, he should be charging ahead at the front lines, if not preparing at the rear.

"The intentions of the National Master carry deep significance."

Huang Hao spoke solemnly, without blame.

This iron cavalry had followed him for hundreds of miles, tirelessly, enduring great hardship.

By using the transmission array talisman, bypassing Xuanbei Pass, they journeyed north, crossed west, and finally arrived at "Li Lan Mountain Territory." This decision was made personally by Nalan Xuance; this mission was top-secret, known only to the National Master and Crown Prince. No one else in Qian State was aware... Hence, all the soldiers led by Huang Hao were trusted confidants among trusted confidants, elite among elites.

At the very least, they possessed Qi-controlling Realm.

"Ahead lies the Li Lan Mountain."

Beside Huang Hao, on his left and right, were two young men, clad in black armor with red plumes, holding spears, bursting with youthful arrogance and exuberance.

His eldest son, Huang Qi, and his second son, Huang Che.

Huang Qi spoke warmly: "Everyone, take a moment to rest. Once we enter Li Lan Mountain, I’m afraid it will be even more exhausting."

With that said.

He took out a talisman and ignited it in front of the snow mountain cliff.

The talisman expanded, creating a barrier within tens of zhang, driving away the bitter cold in an instant. The soldiers of the iron cavalry dismounted and began to rest.

"Father."

Huang Qi and Huang Che approached Marquis Yuanping.

Huang Qi eyed the distant snow ridge shrouded in thick fog, his voice low and serious: "The Undying Spring of legend... Is it truly here?"

"... "

Marquis Yuanping remained silent, only sighing gently.

Indeed.

With the Wu State battle looming, he personally led the iron cavalry to this barren territory, actually seeking a legendary divine artifact for Da Li.

The Undying Spring.

This elusive item existed only in stories, with no evidence of its reality... If not for the Battle of Poison, where Daoist Great True Man "Ling Chenzi" betrayed for it... Huang Hao wouldn’t even believe it existed in the world.

In his view.

Pinning hopes on such elusive artifacts is truly futile.

Yet, having received a lord’s favor, he must fulfill his duty.

Requested by the National Master to come to Li Lan and avoiding prying eyes, he had no choice but to comply... Next, he would lead this iron cavalry to scour the fragmented Li Lan Mountain territory inch by inch.

"Brother!"

Huang Che chuckled lightly: "You wouldn’t actually believe that there’s an Undying Spring in the world, would you?"

To most people.

That which can revive the dead and flesh the bone... can only exist in legend.

If the Undying Spring truly existed.

Why would the Great Li Country Lord fall ill, why would the Zen Masters of Fan Yin Temple perish?

The most powerful and influential figures in the world...

Cannot escape turning into a heap of yellow earth.

Even if the Undying Spring exists, it couldn’t allow one to transcend and achieve immortality.

"Do not rashly discuss the decisions of the National Master."

Huang Hao’s voice was hoarse: "There are still many intelligent demon spirits in the Li Lan Mountain territory. Since we chose to enter the mountain this time, we should strive to relieve Da Li’s troubles... If we encounter a Great Demon, we must eliminate it."

Having said that.

He drew the long sword from his waist and gently wiped it with the armored crook of his arm.

Thanks to the talisman, light and flames gathered on the snow mountain peak.

At this moment.

On the sword’s edge, the flickering flames reflected a resolute, cold face.

"Father."

The eldest son Huang Qi thought for a moment before slowly speaking, with concern: "The demon spirits in Li Lan Mountain are not to be feared. It is the humans..."

Back then, this place was the battlefield of the Battle of Poison.

After the war ended, the primordial energy shattered.

The Li Lan Mountains became a barren territory, with only a few Great Demons choosing to dwell here.

After the Northern Hunt battle...

To demon spirits, this place became even more perilous.