Chapter 235 – Another Year of Heavy Snow (1/2)

Li Qingshan sighed gently. He pushed off his knees and stood up, like a boxer who had been forced into another match before he had even recovered from the previous one.

However, there was no fear in his eyes!

This should be it!

At a certain time, great flakes of snow began to fall from the sky once again. Numerous figures flickered through the snow as their magnificent, silken robes fluttered gently. They did not leave behind a single mark on the snowy ground as if they were ghosts in the snow.

The ghosts looked at Li Qingshan like hunters who had found their prey. They were relaxed and satisfied with themselves. If they were slightly cautious, as they were worried that their prey might escape.

The “first senior brother” pointed at Li Qingshan and asked, “Junior brother Song, is this the person you were searching for?”

Song Ming said with hatred, “That’s him, first senior brother!”

“A fourth layer Qi Practitioner?” The first senior brother curled his lip in great disdain.

“Song Ming, you’re far too useless. You’re a sixth layer Qi Practitioner, yet you were defeated by someone weaker than you. And I had thought you had met someone powerful.”

The disciples of the Pheasant’s Grace mountain all mocked him. They became even more relaxed and cheerful. They did not take Li Qingshan seriously at all.

Song Ming’s face reddened. “First senior brother, his cultivation as a Qi Practitioner isn’t particularly great, but he’s a Body Practitioner too. He was completely unscathed when I hit him with a palm strike. We can’t be careless.”

Li Qingshan closed his eyes and sensed his surroundings. A ninth layer Qi Practitioner, two eighth layer Qi Practitioners, five seventh layer Qi Practitioners, and ten sixth layer Qi Practitioners. Was this the strength of a sect?

He could only match them in battle if he transformed, but fighting here would probably attract the attention of their seniors.

“Look, he has closed his eyes. Has he accepted his fate?” A disciple of the Pheasant’s Grace mountain laughed.

A dense mist rose up after that, surging everywhere like the tide. Li Qingshan vanished in the mist.

“Oh no, it’s a Great Mist talisman. He’s trying to escape!” Song Ming cried out.

As if someone had plucked a cloud from the sky and thrown it onto the ground, the mist pervaded the entire valley very soon. The pure-white mist was extremely thick, reducing visibility to basically zero. It contained water spiritual qi, so even the vision of Qi Practitioners would be heavily affected.

The first senior brother snorted coldly. “Mere trickery!”

With a wave of his hand, he used a technique quickly, and a great gust of wind arrived, dispersing the mist.

Since he could not fight, he could only run!

“First senior brother’s Wild Wind technique sure is powerful!”

“Did he really think he can escape using tricks like that? How naive.”

The disciples of the Pheasant’s Grace mountains all sang praises, but they all moved quickly. With their sleeves fluttering in the wind, they chased after Li Qingshan.

Back when Song Ming rushed into the Proud Sword manor, he seemed extremely graceful, but here, there were at least a dozen people more graceful than him. They would cover several hundred meters with each glide.

The first senior brother was arrogant. Only after his junior brothers had taken off did he take off with a jolt of his sleeve. Despite moving later, he caught up and overtook them all, charging ahead and rapidly closing the distance from Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan used the Tiger Demon Climbs the Mountain, and with a leap, he climbed up to the top of the mountain. Hearing the whistling sounds from behind, he suddenly looked back.

The first senior brother reached a height even greater than the mountain peak and bellowed out, “Peck of the Golden Pheasant!” His right hand curled into the shape of a pheasant’s head as he lashed out at Li Qingshan from afar. He was like a golden pheasant pecking the bugs on the ground with indescribable ease.

However, Li Qingshan felt like he faced an imminent catastrophe, as he was playing the role of that bug on the ground.

A huge, golden beak pierced through the sky. He had used one of the greatest techniques of the Pheasant’s Grace mountain. All the disciples of the Pheasant’s Grace mountain were amazed. Although all inner disciples learned this technique, none of them could use it as skillfully as their first senior brother. They never thought that their first senior brother would use an ultimate move like this right from the beginning. The kid was dead for sure.

Li Qingshan felt like he was unable to dodge the simple beak no matter how he dodged. He raised his right hand, and the Whale’s Ingestion of Water gathered light, suddenly emitting a fist-sized ball of water.

Boom!

The Gui Water blast collided with the pheasant’s beak in the air.

Rings of light radiated outwards as the violent wind made the forest ripple like wheat.