Chapter 347 Night Raid
At midnight, the summit of the North Pole Immortal Sect was shrouded in silence.
The cold wind whistled, rolling fine snow particles that beat against the eaves of the temples, making a rustling sound.
The disciple on night watch sat at the mountain gate, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing.
His cultivation had reached the Mid-stage of Object Controlling, and his spiritual senses were sharp; no movement within a radius of several miles could escape his perception.
As an ordinary disciple of the North Pole Immortal Sect, tonight should have been an ordinary night for his shift guarding the mountain gate.
However, tonight's wind and snow seemed particularly clamorous.
Mixed within the whistling wind, there seemed to be a kind of unusual restlessness.
His brows furrowed unconsciously. He always felt something was wrong.
This uneasy feeling prevented him from fully immersing himself in cultivation. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping through the darkness below the mountain like electricity.
Just then, as if confirming his unease—
"Woo—"
A heaven-shaking horn pierced the night sky!
The night watch disciple widened his eyes abruptly, his pupils contracting sharply.
He saw that in the dark forest below the mountain, countless torches suddenly lit up. The dancing firelight connected into a sea of crimson fire in the wind and snow, illuminating the entire foot of the mountain as if it were day.
Even more terrifying was that under the illumination of the firelight, a dense army of martial artists surged like a tide. The weapons in their hands reflected a cold light, and murderous aura shot up to the sky!
"Enemy attack—!"
The night watch disciple's stern shout instantly spread throughout the entire sect.
Almost at the same moment, lights in the various temples of the North Pole Immortal Sect lit up one after another.
Countless disciples woke from their sleep and rushed out of their rooms.
Some had not yet had time to tie their hair, others only wore thin outer garments, but every face was written with shock.
They seemingly could not believe that someone would actually make a move against the North Pole Immortal Sect.
Clearly, they had long since lost interest in the power and authority of the mortal world.
But they obviously did not know that there is a reason in this world called—Possessing a jade stone is a crime!
Below the mountain, Mo Tianfeng, clad in black iron heavy armor and holding a blood-red long blade, stood at the very front of the army.
Although the Founder of the Heavenly Frost Dynasty had white hair and a beard and an aged face, his eyes flashed with a mad light. He looked at the temples at the summit, the corner of his mouth hooking into a ferocious smile.
"Kill! Find the Longevity Art!"
Mo Tianfeng's voice was hoarse but full of majesty.
"The first one to find it will be rewarded with ten thousand gold and enfeoffed as a Marquis of Ten Thousand Households!"
...
The disciples of the North Pole Immortal Sect quickly gathered at the mountain gate.
Lin Qi, temporarily in charge of the Sect Master's duties, stood at the front, his long sword already unsheathed, the blade gleaming with a cold light.
Behind him, dozens of disciples held long swords, waiting in full array.
"Form the formation!"
With Lin Qi's order, the disciples immediately shifted their positions, grouping in sevens to form sword arrays.
This was the North Pole Immortal Sect's guardian formation. The spiritual power of the seven was connected, and they attacked and defended as one.
Below the mountain, the army of martial artists had already charged to the mountainside.
Charging at the very front were the most elite "Profound Ice Guards" of the Heavenly Frost Dynasty. Every one of them wore heavy armor and held long spears and giant axes, their expressions cold.
These martial artists had fought on battlefields all year round; their intensity of murderous aura was such that even the wind and snow made way for them.
"Flying Swords!"
With Lin Qi's order, dozens of flying swords shot out simultaneously, drawing dazzling trajectories across the night sky.
The flying swords, talismans, and spells of the cultivators erupted instantly. The few martial artists charging at the front fell like wheat being cut.
Fresh blood dyed the snow red, and screams rose one after another.
However, the number of martial artists was simply too great!
Especially the high-ranking martial artists among them; relying on flesh polished to the extreme, their combat power was not inferior to ordinary cultivators. They waved their weapons, forcibly blocking the attacks of the flying swords.
"Charge!"
The martial artists of the Heavenly Frost Dynasty feared no death, crashing toward the sect disciples like a flood of steel.
Although the flying swords of the cultivators were sharp, facing the siege of tens of thousands of trained martial artists, they still appeared insufficient.
Soon, the first line of defense was breached.
"Puchi!"
A young sect disciple was pierced through the chest by a long spear, blood spraying onto the snow.
He widened his eyes, looking at the spear tip before him in disbelief, before being hacked to death by several martial artists. His corpse fell into a pool of blood, and those eyes did not close even in death.
"Junior Brother!"
Lin Qi's eyes were about to split. He waved his hand, and a sword energy thirty feet long swept out, instantly beheading three martial artists.
But soon, more martial artists surrounded him. Lin Qi then realized that the situation was worse than he had imagined—the spiritual power of the cultivators was consumed too fast, while the martial artists relied on their numerical advantage to constantly deplete their strength.
...
The battle continued from midnight until dawn.
The temples of the North Pole Immortal Sect were dyed red with blood, and the snow was piled with corpses, both of martial artists and cultivators. The originally pure and immaculate snowy mountain had now turned into a field of Shura.
Lin Qi led several junior brothers of the Profound Mystical Realm who were still bitterly holding on.
His right arm had been struck by a giant axe, and the bone was broken, twisted at a strange angle.
Fresh blood dripped from his fingertips, blooming into delicate, bright red flowers on the snow.
But he still gritted his teeth and fought to the death. The long sword in his hand had already developed countless notches.
"Master... why have you not appeared yet?"
Lin Qi looked toward the direction of the back mountain, his eyes filled with anxiety.
He knew Zhao Xin was in closed-door cultivation attempting to break through to the Return to Origin Realm, but with the sect in imminent peril, why had the Master not yet appeared?
"Boom!"
The closed-door cultivation area in the back mountain suddenly erupted with a terrifying fluctuation of spiritual power! The aura was so strong that even the clouds in the sky were scattered.
A white figure shot up into the sky; it was Zhao Xin, who had been breaking through!
However, his aura was unstable, strong one moment and weak the next. It was clear that the breakthrough was not completely successful, and he had even suffered not-light injuries from forcibly exiting seclusion.
Zhao Xin's white robes were stained with blood, and his face was pale as paper, but those eyes burned with raging anger.
"Mo Tianfeng!"
Zhao Xin shouted angrily, his voice like thunder exploding, causing the snowflakes within a hundred feet to pause in the air.
Mo Tianfeng below the mountain looked up and sneered:
"Zhao Xin, you are finally willing to come out!"
Zhao Xin spoke no nonsense. He raised his hand and waved, and a brilliant sword light slashed toward Mo Tianfeng. Wherever the sword light passed, the air was torn apart, emitting an ear-piercing shriek.
Mo Tianfeng was prepared. The blood-red long blade in his hand hacked out fiercely. The blade light collided with the sword energy in mid-air, erupting with a deafening boom! The shockwave sent all the accumulated snow within dozens of feet flying, revealing the ground.
"Pu!"
Zhao Xin spat out a mouthful of blood, his figure staggering back.
He had forcibly exited seclusion and his injuries were unhealed; at this moment, he was simply no match for Mo Tianfeng, who had cultivated to the extreme of the Martial Dao.
"Master! Run!"
Lin Qi roared and charged up, wanting to cover Zhao Xin's retreat.
He knew that as long as the Master lived, the North Pole Immortal Sect still had hope.
However, Mo Tianfeng snorted coldly, waved his long blade, and a blade energy of crimson light broke through the air.
Lin Qi's head flew up instantly, and fresh blood gushed out from his neck like a fountain!
"No—!"
Zhao Xin's eyes were about to split, but he also knew that if he continued to fight now, he would undoubtedly die.
He gritted his teeth and crushed a Escape Talisman, his figure turning into a stream of light, breaking through the encirclement of the martial artist army, and disappearing into the wind and snow.
When the last trace of resistance's spiritual power dissipated into the air, the North Pole Immortal Sect, a holy land of cultivation that had stood for hundreds of years, was finally annihilated.
Mo Tianfeng stood in the pool of blood, looking at the corpses all over the ground, the corner of his mouth hooking into a cold smile.
His black armor was stained with fresh blood, both of enemies and of his own people.
But he did not care. As long as he could obtain longevity, these sacrifices were worth it.
"Search! Take away all the texts, pills, and treasures of the sect!"
Mo Tianfeng's voice echoed in the cold wind.
The army of martial artists quickly moved. They rummaged through every temple and every meditation room. Soon, in a secret chamber beneath the Sect Master's Hall, they discovered an ancient bamboo slip. Two large gilded characters in small seal script were written on the bamboo slip—"Longevity Art".
When the guard presented the bamboo slip, Mo Tianfeng's hand actually trembled slightly.
He carefully took the bamboo slip, his eyes revealing a look of ecstasy.
"Longevity... I have finally obtained it!"
Mo Tianfeng's voice was somewhat hoarse due to excitement.
He couldn't wait to open the bamboo slip. However, the next second, his smile solidified.
There was only one sentence on the bamboo slip—
"The path to longevity cannot be obtained by those who are not sincere in heart."
Mo Tianfeng's expression twisted instantly. He stared deadly at this line of words, and the ecstasy in his eyes was gradually replaced by anger.
"Zhao Xin! You dare play tricks on me!"
He slammed the bamboo slip onto the ground violently, and the bamboo fragments scattered in all directions.
"Pass the order down! Hunt down Zhao Xin! I want to see him alive or a corpse!"
Mo Tianfeng's angry roar echoed between the snowy mountains.
...
The wind and snow continued.
On the ruins of the North Pole Immortal Sect, the fresh blood was gradually covered by new snow.
The souls of those who died in battle seemed to fall into eternal silence in this holy land where they once cultivated, along with the falling snowflakes.
The huge statue of the North Pole Immortal still looked down upon everything without joy or sorrow.
Subsequently, it was pushed violently to the ground by the martial artists using ropes, turning into a pile of rubble.
In the distance, Zhao Xin stumbled and fled into the deep mountains.
His white robes had been dyed red with blood, and every step left a bloody footprint on the snow.
But there was no pain in his eyes, only endless grief and hatred.
"Mo Tianfeng... if this revenge is not avenged, I swear not to be human!"
Dear Readers,
I have an important favor to ask of you today. If you've been enjoying the story, please consider switching to Patreon to support me directly.
By joining, you will instantly unlock 20 chapters and gain access to a total of 50 to 55 chapters every month.
To be honest with you, I am currently in deep financial trouble, and your support would mean the world to me during this difficult time. Furthermore, if I can get more members, I plan to add even more new fanfics by the end of this week!
Please consider supporting me on Patreon so I can continue creating content for you.
Thank you for your help
patreon.com/Alex_Cruise