The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 620 Snow Mountain Divine Beast, Snow Mountain Monster! (Seeking Double Monthly Tickets)
Before he could react, a gust of wind pressed down from above. Shen Le instinctively rolled to the side, and with a cracking sound, the ice and snow broke, and he plummeted downwards.

In a moment of crisis, he pressed his hand against the ice, activated his breathing technique, and soared into the air, taking several steps through the void!
One step, two steps... seven steps!
Snow and ice rolled down around him. Shen Le, however, had already moved to the ice wall next to him, grabbing onto a crevice in the ice to avoid the fierce avalanche.

Just as I was about to check where the enemy was, a cracking sound came from the ice behind me and above me, followed by another angry roar:

"Ouch-ouch!!!"

Holy crap, what kind of beast is that?!
What kind of large feline has wandered here?!

If I remember correctly, the place I'm standing here is at an altitude of over 6000 meters—even snow leopards can only reach a maximum altitude of about 5800 meters!

A foul gust of wind swept past overhead. The large cat, having missed its target, leaped along the ice wall in an instant, disappearing from his sight and reach.

Shen Le took a deep breath, turned her head to look around, but to no avail. She listened attentively, but still found nothing.

This thing's camouflage is so incredible. In his previous life, Shen Le stared at photos until his eyes ached, but he still couldn't find the snow leopard with its black and white fur, which was so similar in height to the rocks...

Now that things had come to this, he could only trust his intuition. Shen Le leaped up, taking a few quick steps to land on a platform where he was alone. He spun around, pointed, and the sword flew out with a swift motion—

Within a hundred paces, this sword can fly and transform on its own to fight enemies, and can even independently locate and defend against them!
"Ow—"

Sure enough, an even more shrill and furious roar rang out not far behind him. Shen Le turned around and instantly broke out in a cold sweat:
This snow leopard had sneaked up to within ten paces of him, and was just a hair's breadth away from pouncing and biting his throat!
Moreover, it was clearly a leopard that had become intelligent—an ordinary snow leopard would definitely not be this big, and its shoulder height could not possibly be this high. This thing is even comparable to a golden shaded dog from Northeast China!
"I didn't offend you! I was just passing through!"

Shen Le shouted, gathering his strength. He remembered; this body had assassinated Tibetan nobles at the foot of the mountain, killing more than a dozen tribes, before being ambushed and forced to this place—

This sacred lake and snow-capped mountain was an object of worship for the Tibetan people, and it was also a place where they gathered in the summer to graze livestock, exchange goods, and conduct various social activities.

The young man he possessed hid by day and went out at night on the lakeside ranch, killing countless people until he was finally surrounded by the locals.

It was one thing if it were just people, but many local deities also joined the attack; he was simply no match for them all alone…

I regretted it as soon as I shouted it out. Does this snow leopard on the sacred mountain of Tibet understand Chinese?

Let's not let it escalate to the point where the two sides can't communicate, and all the shouting will be in vain. He'd been lying in ambush in Tibet for so long, he must know a few words of Tibetan; they should have switched languages ​​just now...

Unexpectedly, the snow leopard, brandishing its claws to parry the flying sword while retreating, actually roared and argued with him:

"I don't believe you! You people are the most cunning! You kidnapped my child and now you want to kill me—"

"I didn't arrest your child!" Shen Le finally found an opportunity to communicate with the other party, and she wasn't about to let it slip away, so she quickly and loudly protested:
"When did your child go missing? I just arrived on the plateau a month ago, and only a few days ago did I reach the sacred lake below—you can ask around if you don't believe me! Your child's disappearance has absolutely nothing to do with me!"

"Ow—"

The snow leopard continued its angry howls, seemingly unwilling to believe it. Shen Le directed his flying swords to keep the snow leopard fifty paces away, earnestly persuading it:

"I am Han Chinese! I just arrived here recently. Why would I take your child for no reason? I had no idea you had a child!"
"When was your child arrested? Who arrested him? Can I help you get him back?"

The snow leopard suddenly stopped fighting. It leaped backward, retreating from the battlefield, its chest heaving, and took a deep sniff of Shen Le's scent:

"Liar! Murderer! You smell like my child!"

It let out a long howl, then leaped backward, disappearing from the snow-capped mountain peak in a few bounds. Shen Le could only cry out in despair, frantically trying to recall:
Where did I pick up the scent of the snow leopard cub?

What's on it? Skin? Flesh and bones? Blood?
Or... among the gods worshipped by the locals, there might be spirits refined from snow leopard cubs?
He pondered deeply. After a long while, he slapped his forehead hard and suddenly realized:

During the ambush and assassination at the sacred lake, I think I saw many snow leopard skins in a tent... not just one or two, but the entire roof was almost completely covered with snow leopard skins...

Even though he only glanced at those strips of leather, he was still shocked by what he saw!
"I remember now! I know who the murderer is!" He circulated his inner energy and shouted with all his might:
"You wait! I'll go and bring the murderer to you!!!"

His loud shouts shook the snow, causing it to cascade down like a waterfall. Shen Le gathered his strength and lightened his body, stepping on the flying ice and snow, his toes barely touching the large chunks of ice in the churning snow waves as he sped downwards.

For modern mountaineers, descending from the summit to base camp takes only one day. For a martial arts practitioner like him, one day is more than enough to reach the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, most of the pursuers who had been surrounding and blocking them had already dispersed.

Perhaps because they had their own things to do, or perhaps because they felt that the assassin couldn't possibly survive on the snowy mountain, everyone dispersed to do their own thing.

Some herded sheep, some slaughtered them, some wrestled, and some fought with swords. Women milked cows and pounded butter, while warriors and nobles feasted, drank, and laughed wildly…

Shen Le easily bypassed the sentries guarding the mountain pass and sneaked in under the cover of night, searching for the flag that matched the tent in his memory:
"This... the color is wrong... this... isn't it either... this... the pattern on it is a little different, it's missing a tail... this... damn, they drew it way too abstractly!"

After wandering around and inspecting more than a dozen tall, spacious tents that clearly belonged to nobles, Shen Le finally perked up. Found it!

He could smell the strong scent of snow leopards clearly without even going inside!
He swung his sword and cut an opening at the edge of the tent, then carefully slipped inside. The tent was filled with maids and guards, all sprawled out in various positions, with the loud snoring coming from the large bed in the center.
Shen Le worked hard to knock out the unrelated people one by one, and finally held the sword to the tent owner's neck. Then he took out a dagger and stabbed him hard in a fleshy spot.

"Speak! — Did you shoot these snow leopards?"

"Did you send people to steal the cub of the sacred beast of the sacred mountain?"

"Where is that little snow leopard now?!"

After a period of torture and interrogation, Shen Le finally pulled out a snow leopard cub's skull and two pairs of still-developing canine teeth from the golden pillow beneath the tent owner's head.

"Fine, go explain to the sacred beast yourself..."

He cut the snow leopard pelts from the top of the tent, packed them into a bundle, and used it to wrap the skull and canine teeth. With another sigh, he hoisted the large, fat man onto his back, and using his light-footed skills, darted down to the foot of the mountain.

"You still expect me to carry you... Why couldn't you have kept you alive by cutting off half of you... If all else fails, cutting off both of your legs would have made things easier!" The snow leopard roared from the mountaintop. After a long while, it lowered its head, licked the skull, and then licked one of the snow leopard pelts from the large bundle.

Then, it picked up the culprit, the fat guy, and disappeared in a few leaps and bounds.

Shen Le: "...Hey! I'm still here! I'm still here! You've just left me on the mountaintop, at least say something!"

He couldn't call him back. He could only find a crevice in the ice, tuck himself inside to escape the cold wind, and take out a piece of dried yak meat, slowly munching on it bite by bite.

After gnawing for most of the day, the snow leopard, covered in blood, returned alone.

“I misunderstood you before. My child, my poor child who died unjustly, thank you for avenging him—is there anything I can do for you to repay you?”

Now, Shen Le hesitated. Seeing the snow leopard impatiently lash out at the ice with its tail, creating a crack two or three meters long, he sighed and said seriously:

"I'm here to kill the Tibetan king and his important officials... I'll kill as many as I can, to throw them into chaos and give the Tang Dynasty a chance to catch its breath... You don't need to help with that, do you?"

No matter what, you are still a sacred beast worshipped by the Tibetans...

The snow leopard lowered its head and remained silent. After a long while, it slowly spoke:

"I truly cannot fight for you. However, I cannot fail to repay your kindness—"

"Therefore, I will guide you to the city of Lhasa. If you are defeated in battle and want to escape, shout my name and I will save you..."

With a light leap, it led the way. This snow leopard truly lived up to its reputation as a spirit of the snow mountains; as its four paws touched the hillside, snow mist naturally gathered and glaciers surged.

Shen Le followed behind him, avoiding stepping into snow pits that would sink up to his calves, and also avoiding slipping and falling down the mountainside if he wasn't careful.

It was easy; in just over half a day, they crossed several mountain peaks, from the northernmost mountaintop to the southern foothills.

After traversing valleys, we arrived at the foot of a snow-white palace nestled among the mountains:

"This is the best I can do for you." The snow leopard patted its paw and looked up at the palace above.

The palace was surrounded by mist, and although the palace walls were as clean as snow, it always gave it a chilling feeling.

“There are powerful and dangerous beings here. If you can't do it, don't force it. Staying alive is the most important thing! Remember my name—Sachin Dorje!”

Shen Le nodded deeply to it, pulled his sheepskin coat tighter around himself, and pressed his hand to his sword as he moved forward. Things had come to this; only fighting remained—

The more you kill, the better; the more important the people you kill, the better. Slaughter all the Tibetan kings, high-ranking officials, and nobles, forcing them to withdraw their troops and return to fight for power here!

If we could gain ten or twenty years, perhaps the Tang Dynasty could accumulate enough strength to open up the Western Regions and bring back our people from afar.
Shen Le knew this was impossible; historical records told him that such a thing had never happened.

However, a flame ignited in his heart, urging him to move forward:
That was Ah Li's son, who fought to his last breath in the Western Regions, a young man who joined the army and went into the mountains to learn swordsmanship, the most intense burning of his life!
Under the cover of night, he drew his sword and entered the city. He scaled the wall, entered the palace, and the moment he crossed the wall, the entire snow-white palace erupted in a frenzy!

Something has woken up...

What is...

Something powerful, dark, and dangerous has awakened...

But so what? Shen Le gripped his sword tightly and smiled coldly. Things had come to this point; even if he couldn't complete the game, so what?
If all else fails, we can just restart and kill them all again!
He could see Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, one more time, and see the Daming Palace one more time! He could also review the ancient sword immortal techniques one more time!

Oh right, the place I'm standing here looks like the Potala Palace. Maybe I should take a closer look at the ancient version of this palace... Never mind, never mind, let's kill it!

The sword soared, its cold light gleaming, stirring up a wave of blood. Shen Le rode forward on his sword, focusing solely on killing the nobles, warriors, and monks, paying no heed to the screaming maids and children who ran away.

He rushed across the long atrium and down a corridor when suddenly, a roar shook his ears and almost made him faint...

No, not almost, a real black cloud rolled out and descended overhead. A foul wind swept through, and the entire field of vision went black instantly. The sword clashed with the black cloud, let out a mournful cry, and flew back!

Shen Le felt a tightness in his chest. He didn't know what the other party was, only that a heavy pressure was bearing down on him, making it hard to breathe. He lunged forward, caught the sword, gritted his teeth, and swung it:

"kill!"

A sharp clang rang out. A tremendous force clashed with the sword, sending Shen Le flying backward, crashing heavily into a pillar behind him—

He strained to gather his strength, rolled, and kicked several times in mid-air, finally grabbing onto a curtain and using it to swing aside. Just as he landed, the black mist swept over him again, a cold light flashing within it, aimed directly at his chest!

This time, Shen Le saw it clearly. It was a pair of horns, a pair of enormous curved horns:

It's thick at the base, tapering to a sharp point that curves backward, with rows of horizontal ridges running along the front. It looks very familiar, but its size is at least seven or eight times larger than that of a normal antelope or blue sheep…

If you get poked by this thing, you'll at least end up with your guts ripped open!

As the cold light approached, Shen Le, drawing strength from who-knows-where, stretched out his hands and grasped the two curved corners. He gripped them tightly, his feet barely touching the ground, his body hanging upside down.

Taking advantage of the monster's momentum as it charged past, he did a somersault and rode backwards on the sheep's back!
He squeezed his legs tightly around the sheep's belly, and with a swift movement, the wounded sword was once again in his grasp.

The black mist swirled around him, obscuring the outline of the sheep-beast and making it impossible to discern its vital points. He could only feel that every breath he inhaled was burning hot and extremely corrosive.

Without a second thought, Shen Le gripped the sword in reverse and leaned down:
I'm going to stab you in the groin!!!
(End of this chapter)