Avalanche at the main peak of North Mountain.
The avalanche’s coverage spans dozens of miles beneath the main peak, blocking the route out of the forest.
Such a vast avalanche covered two‑thirds of the central area.
At the same time, outside North Mountain, the dense crowd guarding the forest watched the avalanche unfold.
The impact was vast, and it filled those present with joy.
"Young master, look—what is this?" The assistant behind stepped forward to speak.
With such a massive avalanche, those inside are likely already doomed, so there’s no need for so many to exhaust themselves guarding here.
Truly, heaven aids me. Mo Xiao’s cigar dropped hard to the ground, extinguished, its ash drifting.
Even heaven is helping them—Fu Yuxiu this time is surely doomed.
Leave ten men here to watch, the rest may withdraw. Mo Xiao gave the order.
That person is probably already dead in the mountains; keeping so many here is a waste of time.
Mo Xianjun had just arrived when he saw the avalanche; stirred with emotion, he lowered his brow and pondered for a while.
“You think Len’s side is fine, since Charles hasn’t shown up yet.”
If Len from Purgatory gets angry and blames them for Charles’s death, wouldn’t that be a huge loss?
"Dad, what are you thinking? This is an avalanche, not something we can control. If it were orchestrated by our Mo family, he could rightly blame us. But the truth is we never lifted a hand—so who would he blame?"
Even if Charles truly died in North Mountain, it was due to his own lack of skill—who could he blame?
Mo Xianjun exhaled in relief, gazing into the distance as he declared: “We can contact Purgatory at once—Fu Yuxiu’s life shall be the first gift of the Mo family’s allegiance!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it right away.” Mo Xiao’s grin widened with confidence.
If not for this moment, how much more will he endure?
But it’s truly a pity about the woman beside Fu Yuxiu—her looks and figure are outstanding, a natural enchantress.
She’s still rather young, and the thought of such a woman made Mo Xiao’s mouth water.
If he had her by his side to mold, within half a year she’d be transformed into one of the rarest beauties alive.
What a shame—she’s gone as well, buried in North Mountain alongside that man.
“I said it already—he’s just a worthless illegitimate son, acting like he’s someone. The Fu family hasn’t sent a single word, and even if they did, the Mo family won’t be serving them this time.”
As Mo Xianjun uttered those words, he carried himself with a proud, triumphant air.
After years of being suppressed by the Fu family, he’s reached the limit of his endurance.
Everyone knows the Fu family values bloodlines above all; Fu Yuxiu is nothing more than a nameless bastard.
His mother was a woman who could never show her face, living in the shadows—so how could Fu Yuxiu’s identity ever be considered noble?
Everyone has their own measure; if you’re born lowly, you can’t resent others for looking down on you.
I heard Fu Dingfeng entrusted the northern region to Fu Yuxiu; this trip must be to ease the rift between us and the Li family.
Mo Xianjun let out a contemptuous laugh: “Does Fu Dingfeng really think we’d take orders from a bastard like that?”
Truly laughable to the extreme.
What’s more, Fu Dingfeng handed the northern territory to Fu Yuxiu, obviously setting him up to disgrace himself.
With a background like that, how could his standing ever be considered noble in the Fu clan?
“Listen up!” Mo Xianjun leapt onto the jeep roof, facing the sea of Heilin Hall men. “The Mo family has been oppressed by the Fu clan for years, bleeding in battles with Baishui Hall over North City. Enough! From today, the Mo family stands independent. With North City as our first conquest, we will rise to rival the Fu clan and become a household name across H‑Continent!”
Mo Xianjun’s fervent speech immediately stirred the crowd, filling everyone with excitement.
No one wants to be crushed forever. Now that they’ve broken free, why shouldn’t they one day rival the Fu clan?
“Long live the Hall Master, long live the Hall Master!!”
“Hall Master is wise! Long live the Hall Master!”
The shouts rose and fell in waves, unending, carrying the crowd’s fervor and surging passion.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!!!”
A burst of brazen gunfire rang out, followed by the roar of helicopter blades overhead.
Looking up, there were five iron‑black helicopters in the sky, their gunners aiming submachine guns and unleashing a wild barrage at the crowd.
Those who had been brimming with passion collapsed at once, crimson blood staining every inch of snow beneath their feet.
Men carrying heavy weapons suddenly emerged, lining the forest, neatly encircling the entire area.
The situation suddenly reversed, leaving everyone stunned, and even the helicopters firing above came to a halt.
Seeing the countless losses of Heilin Hall, Mo Xianjun nearly fell from the car.
“Who are you people?!”
The man at the front was clad entirely in black: tall black military boots, a cool black leather jacket, and dark sunglasses covering half his face.
Most striking of all was the man’s full head of silver hair, floating in the wind—brazen to the extreme, yet undeniably stylish.
“The Mo family, is it?” Yuan Cang slung his gun over his shoulder, glaring arrogantly at the father and son.
“Who do you think you are, barging in here and causing trouble?!”
Mo Xiao strode forward in two quick steps, glaring fiercely at the man before him.
The assistant behind him was the first to spot it—the medal insignia on the left shoulder of the black uniforms surrounding them.
“Young Hall Master.” The assistant tugged hard at his hand.
“Look.”
The insignia was designed around the traditional character “ๆ (Dark),” and across the continent it marked a renowned force.
“Dark…” Mo Xiao stared at the insignia, and within a second his face changed drastically.
That is the Dark Palace.
The largest underground legion on the continent, clad in black‑patterned uniforms, once swept across the night armies of both Continent H and Continent F.
Wherever they passed, slaughter and bloodshed followed, rivers of blood flowing—these men were nothing but emotionless killing machines.
There were once rumors that the Dark Palace had ties to the Fu family, and that its supreme leader bore the Fu surname.
But as part of the Fu clan’s subordinate Mo family, Mo Xianjun understood clearly: the Dark Palace had never meddled in Fu business, nor did it have any ties to them.
The intercontinental iron‑blooded army, feared far and wide, had arrived in North City—how could anyone not be terrified.
“Do I need to spell out who we are?” Yuan Cang asked with relish, his eyes sweeping over Mo Xianjun and Mo Xiao.
By now, Mo Xiao was trembling with fear, his legs shaking so badly he could barely stand.
Lu Min rushed up from behind, excitement brimming as he stood at Yuan Cang’s side.
He wanted badly to report them, to tell Yuan Cang that the two had plotted against the master. But with everyone around him stone‑faced, he had no choice but to keep his own face cold and preserve his aloof image.
Seeing Lu Min standing behind Yuan Cang, Mo Xiao suddenly understood why these men had appeared here.
Word spread that the Dark Palace’s presence here was because of Fu Yuxiu.
“I’ll take people inside first to meet Brother Fei Ran.”
Lu Min moved quickly, leading his men into the forest.
Mo Xianjun and Mo Xiao had truly fallen this time—since even Fu Dingfeng refused to deal with that illegitimate son.
How had he transformed into a member of the Dark Palace—and seemingly one of high rank.
“Let’s talk this over properly, sir.” Mo Xianjun stepped forward, rubbing his hands, hoping the other would agree to a calm discussion.
Yuan Cang glanced at the snow falling ceaselessly from the nearby mountaintop, his eyes filled with grim killing intent.
“Pass down the master’s order: apart from the Mo father and son, kill without mercy!!”
In an instant, the whole mountain forest was filled with cries of misery, warm blood melting the snow and pooling together.
The stench of blood spread across the mountain, luring many restless animals.
Hong Yun stepped down from the black helicopter, gazing at the corpses strewn across the ground, his face utterly unmoved.
“What now? The main peak has avalanched—we must hurry and lead the team inside to find the master!”
The magnetic field there was unusual, disabling the positioning system; Jia He was now trying to link up with the master’s communication device.
“Leave Lu Min to keep watch—together with Feiran, we’ll go back again.”
Even with such a massive avalanche, they believed that formidable man could not possibly be harmed.
Yet in his heart, he still couldn’t hold back the worry.
When Xiao Yan carried Li Li out, the corpses covering the ground gave off such a thick stench of blood it made one retch.
He looked at the chaos before him, his heart struck with solemn dread.
“Hurry up, what are you staring at?”
Startled back to his senses by Lu Min’s shout, the man carefully set Li Li down from his back.
“I’ll stop here. Please take her back—I won’t be going further.”
His identity must not be known to anyone else.
Xia Chen, a little confused, hoisted the person onto his back, while the others crossed the corpses with composure.
At last, they saw the sun beyond North Mountain.
“Bring her back,” Fei Ran told Xia Chen and Lu Min. “We’re heading out now to save him.”
“No—I must go with you!” Xia Chen said, carrying Li Li on his back.
He believed the boss would be fine, yet he couldn’t leave her alone in such danger.
“Saving lives is urgent—Miss Wen Li’s order was for you to guard Li Li. Will you defy her command?”
Xia Chen could only grit his teeth and, carrying the person, climbed into the vehicle.
After ten minutes, the black car reached the villa district gate—its doors wide open, surrounded on all sides.
Almost the instant Xia Chen carried the person into the courtyard, Ruiqiu cried out.
After laying the person on the sofa, Xia Chen stood beside them, catching his breath.
“Li Li!!”
Around Li Li gathered a crowd—Li Ruobing weeping with joy, Ruiqiu sorrowful, and the old lady relieved.
“Too much blood loss?” After checking Li Li’s pulse, Li Ruobing was overwhelmed with heartache.
“She’s injured—you’d better hurry and find a doctor to treat her properly.” Xia Chen said, turning to leave.
The person has been brought back; now he must hurry to find the boss.
Ruiqiu quickly summoned the doctor she had ready, and they carried Li Li into the room for treatment.
“Thank you—truly, thank you all so much.” Li Ruobing said, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Li Yuanzhi, already in Beicheng, walked over—his face calm yet full of gratitude. “Thank you, Mr. Xia. Please tell Wen Li that one day we will surely visit to express our thanks. Thank her for risking herself to save Li Li.”
Li Ruobing nodded repeatedly. “Yes… but what about Wen Li? She isn’t hurt, is she?”
Xia Chen glanced at Li Ruobing. “The main peak has avalanched—the boss is still in North Mountain. I must hurry back.”
A light, casual remark—but it made Li Ruobing lose her footing and collapse onto the nearby sofa.
“Miss.” The servant stepped forward to help her up.
Wen Li is still in North Mountain…
“The snow… the avalanche…” Li Ruobing cried, her face pale. “The avalanche—Wen Li is still in the mountains! The avalanche—it’s my fault, I harmed her…”
“It’s me—I harmed her!”
Li Yuanzhi crouched down to check on his daughter, while Li Ruobing still hadn’t recovered from the immense shock.
“Dad, it was I who went to find Wen Li, I begged her to save Li Li. The avalanche struck—she’s still in North Mountain, Dad! She’s still in North Mountain!!”
Since it’s an avalanche, how many could possibly escape?
Li Yuanzhi hurried to soothe his daughter. “It’s alright. Didn’t that young man just say he’s going back to rescue Wen Li? That means Wen Li can still be saved.”
“Besides, she dared to enter North Mountain to save Li Li—she must have the ability. There’s no need to worry.”
At this point, Li Yuanzhi could only comfort Li Ruobing’s emotions in this way.
In the first‑floor room, the Li family had doctors and all emergency measures ready. To be safe, Li Langhua even had nearby hospitals send over blood packs of Li Li’s blood type.
After carrying out the necessary emergency measures, the doctor transfused plasma into the patient.
“The patient collapsed into a coma from days of toil and a severe injury. Yet the wound has been stitched remarkably well—using rare cotton thread that dissolves after healing, leaving no scar. I would very much like to meet this doctor.”
The doctor who examined Li Li’s body stood up and spoke.
Li Langhua sat at the bedside, gazing at the ghastly scar on her granddaughter’s elbow, her heart aching terribly.
She’s been pampered since childhood, and now suffers this undeserved pain—how could her heart not ache?
“Doctor, is it enough just to give her a transfusion?” Ruiqiu asked.
The doctor nodded, looking at Li Li lying with eyes closed on the bed. “Keep the wound dry, I’ll leave the necessary medicine—remember to take it on time. As for the anti‑inflammatory injections, just make sure they’re given regularly.”
In short, there is no danger to life.
Thinking of this, the doctor couldn’t help but sigh: to come out of North Mountain alive—truly blessed and fortunate.
Ruiqiu escorted the doctor out; in the room, only Li Langhua remained by Li Li’s side.
The old lady’s well‑kept hand brushed her granddaughter’s face, and suddenly she smiled.
“Perhaps you blame me. If Grandma hadn’t brought you back, you would have grown up like Wen Li—with parents’ guidance, excelling. I remember that woman was a remarkable painter. Even though you’ve never met her, you love painting so much. Bloodlines are truly strange.”
Li Li, raised by her side for so many years, could still grow to love Wen Li deeply after meeting her for the first time.
Even though Wen Li always wore a cold face, always distant and indifferent, she could not resist Li Li’s warmth.
Even without anyone teaching her, she was gifted—painting beautifully with natural talent.
She had to admit: some things she could never replace, and when the time comes, they always arrive.
Ruiqiu hurried in from the doorway, looked at the old lady watching over Li Li, and spoke anxiously: “Madam, Miss Wen Li still hasn’t come out of North Mountain yet!”
Hearing this, Li Langhua sprang to her feet. “She hasn’t returned? Why?”
Li Li has already returned safely—so why is Wen Li still stuck in North Mountain?
“I heard she was caught in an avalanche—likely little chance of survival. The young lady is crying terribly downstairs.”
Li Langhua’s mind went blank all at once, and she nearly lost her footing.
“Old lady!”
Ruiqiu hurried forward, anxious: “Are you alright?”
Li Langhua steadied her mind, looked at Li Li on the sickbed, and drew a deep breath.
“Grandma!”
Li Ruobing suddenly pushed the door open; her face was streaked with tears, her eyes swollen from crying.
“I harmed Wen Li—she met with disaster only because she tried to save Li Li. It’s all my fault!”
Li Langhua steadied her granddaughter and said firmly, “Don’t talk nonsense—she must be fine.”
Li Ruobing held back her tears, forcing them not to fall.
“There’s no result yet—don’t rush to conclusions. An avalanche doesn’t always mean disaster. Don’t frighten yourself.” Langhua spoke to Ruobing.
Li Ruobing stood in place, forcefully sniffing back her nose.
“Yuan Zhi, take some men to check near North Mountain.” Langhua thought a moment. “That child is very capable—without real skill she wouldn’t dare enter North Mountain to save someone. Go keep watch, see if she can return safely.”
“I understand. I’ll take people there right away.”
Li Yuan Zhi turned with his men and went out the door.
Li Langhua glanced at the wall clock and instructed those nearby: “Take good care of Li Li. We’ll delay our return to the capital.”
Only when that child returns alive will they consider going back to the capital.
Li Ruobing calmed her emotions, washed her face in the bathroom, and returned to the room.
Li Langhua and Ruiqiu withdrew, turning into the adjoining room.
“Now you can rest easy—Second Miss has returned safely.” Ruiqiu soothed the old lady’s emotions.
“Are we really still not returning to the capital?” Ruiqiu asked cautiously.
Li Langhua rubbed her brow, weary. “Li Li was saved by Wen Li. As her grandmother, I must thank her in person—besides, this is fate.”
Since it can’t be avoided, there’s no need to hide it anymore.
Back when Li Li was first brought home, Li Langhua had already imagined such a situation might come. Now she can only endure whatever may happen.
Ruiqiu sighed. After all, they were family, and the old lady’s breath had long been stuck—neither rising nor falling.
Back then, the Eldest Young Master quietly took the whole family and left the capital, sending only a letter to the old lady before departing.
That letter has never been opened by the old lady, and all contact has been cut off for years.
Miss Wen Li’s appearance, up to now, has nearly eased the old lady’s long‑blocked breath.
“Don’t dismiss those doctors yet—let them wait a little longer.”
Li Langhua gave one last instruction, and Ruiqiu lowered her head in agreement.
There are things that, no matter how much time flows by, will never change...
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