Quickly conquer the martial arts world, and let your fists dominate the heavens!

Bai Lu's eyes narrowed, and she flipped her wrist. The soft whip moved at her will, suddenly turning and lashing at the flying wheels. With a "bang," she knocked one of the flying wheels away, while the other flying wheel was already close at hand.

She shifted to the side, the flywheel grazing her shoulder, lifting a strand of hair, and tearing a gash in her clothes, revealing her snow-white skin.

Fresh blood also flowed out.

It was extremely dangerous. She really had no experience dealing with unusual weapons. Although her skill was superior to her opponents, the nine of them surrounding her and unleashing a series of attacks put her under a lot of pressure.

This was the first time she had encountered danger since the start of the war.

A chill ran through him, realizing he could no longer remain passively defensive. He circulated his internal energy, and the rhythm of the White Python Whip Technique suddenly accelerated, making the whip shadows even denser.

At the same time, he turned around and weaved through the encirclement of nine people.

But this time, the lightness skill was different from before.

With each step, a shadow was left behind; after nine steps, nine shadows were imprinted on the field.

For a moment, it was impossible to distinguish between the real body and the fake body.

"Oh!"

Bai Lu seized the opportunity and suddenly changed her technique with the soft whip. Instead of defending, she aimed straight for the golden silk rope in the hands of the woman from the Chengtian tribe like a sharp arrow.

The woman was caught off guard by the sudden counterattack, and the golden silk rope was entangled by the soft whip.

With a sharp twist of her wrist, the golden silk rope snapped instantly. Then, she flicked the tip of her whip, sending a fierce gust of wind straight for the woman's throat.

The woman from the Chengtian tribe's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly retreated, but she was still a step too late.

The whip tip grazed her neck, leaving a deep bloody gash, from which blood gushed out like a spring.

She screamed, blood gurgling from her throat, staggered back a few steps, and then collapsed to the ground, kicking her legs before losing consciousness.

Having succeeded in her attack, Bai Lu did not press her advantage.

Because the women from the other eight tribes had attacked again, and three weapons struck at the same time, blocking all her escape routes.

In that life-or-death moment, Bai Lu's footwork suddenly changed, and several afterimages instantly appeared around her.

Before the previous phantom had even dissipated in the cold wind, the next phantom had already taken shape on the other side, layer upon layer, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

Nine Spiral Shadows.

"Chucky!"

The tail hook, plum blossom shovel, and judge's pen all struck the phantom, only tearing through a few slivers of air, without even touching the hem of Bai Lu's clothes.

The combined attack formation originally set up by the nine people had already shown flaws due to the death of the woman from the Chengtian tribe. Now, with her spiraling nine shadows disrupting the formation, the formation became even more chaotic.

Bai Lu's figure weaved through the illusions, appearing like a ghost behind the Yangtian tribe woman.

With a flick of her silver whip, the tip of the whip, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, precisely wrapped around the chain gun in the opponent's hand.

With a sudden burst of strength in her wrist, the chain of the chain gun snapped with a "crack," and the gun head flew out of her hand, hitting the stone wall and sending sparks flying.

The woman from the Yangtian tribe cried out in surprise. Before she could react, Bai Lu kicked her in the back, causing her to stagger and collide with the woman from the Xuantian tribe beside her. The two women collided, and their attacks instantly stalled.

At this point, Bai Lu, fighting eight opponents alone, actually gained the upper hand by relying on her exquisite lightness skills and whip techniques.

Amidst the flashing whips, black-clad women were repeatedly injured and forced to retreat, and the once tight encirclement was now riddled with holes.

Duan Yu, who was behind the boulder, saw it clearly, his mouth slightly agape, his face full of disbelief.

He had previously thought Bai Lu was just an ordinary girl, not much older than him, but he never expected her martial arts skills to be so high.

Compared to Duan Yu's amazement, Duan Zhengchun and Ba Tianshi had no interest in watching the show.

Duan Zhengchun was filled with mixed emotions. Qin Hongmian was frozen into an ice sculpture, her fate unknown.

He suddenly remembered that Gan Baobao was still in Wanjie Valley. Had his former lover also met with a terrible fate? Had she been captured as well?
He and Ba Tianshi exchanged a glance, then crouched down, using the broken wood and stones on the ground to conceal themselves, and carefully bypassed the chaotic battlefield ahead, making their way towards the wooden house.

Bai Lu noticed the two on the battlefield, but only chuckled and did not step aside to stop them.

A moment later, Duan Zhengchun and Ba Tianshi reached the vicinity of the wooden house.

The two held their breath and slowed their pace. Just as they were about to reach out and poke a hole in the paper window to peek inside, a sharp gust of wind suddenly swept through the room.

"Bam—!"

A palm strike carrying a chilling aura suddenly struck, shattering the paper window instantly.

Duan Zhengchun and Ba Tianshi reacted extremely quickly, dodging to the sides at the same time. The palm wind grazed their shoulders and struck the stone behind them, instantly causing the stone to be covered with a layer of white frost.

As they dodged, the two also got a clear look at the situation inside the house.

In the center of the wooden house, a woman in a light blue dress is sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed.

His face was aloof and cold, and he was surrounded by a dense chill that even froze the moisture in the air into tiny ice crystals.

On the table in front of her was a small wooden cauldron, from which wisps of cold air constantly emanated, the very source of the chill in the entire Valley of Ten Thousand Calamities.

The temperature inside was dozens of degrees lower than outside, and as soon as you got close, your teeth chattered from the cold.

On the ground in the corner of the wooden house, there was a person lying motionless, covered with a thin layer of ice, as if he had also been frozen.

The one who just made a move was also a woman, but she was even younger, looking no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and even more immature than Bai Lu, who was fighting against many opponents outside.

Holding a long sword, she stood beside the aloof woman, her eyes warily fixed on the window, clearly guarding the woman who was meditating.

Duan Zhengchun's gaze swept quickly across the room, and when he saw the corner on the other side of the room, his expression suddenly changed, and he could no longer remain calm.

There were three people trapped there, all bound hand and foot, with strips of cloth stuffed in their mouths.

One of them, dressed in light green, still had a beautiful face; she was none other than his former lover, Gan Baobao!

The other two were young women. One of them had her hair styled in two buns and her eyebrows and eyes bore a resemblance to Gan Baobao's. She was probably Gan Baobao's daughter, Zhong Ling.

The other was dressed in black, with a veil covering her face, revealing only a pair of bright eyes. Her gaze swept over the people with a hint of wariness, and upon closer inspection, these eyes bore a striking resemblance to Qin Hongmian's.

"Baby!"

Duan Zhengchun cried out in surprise, no longer caring about concealing himself, and rushed into the house in a flash.

He pushed his lightness skill to its limit and rushed to the corner, wanting to rescue Gan Baobao as soon as possible.

The young woman was Xiao Han. When she saw someone break in, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she drew her longsword, unleashing a sharp sword aura that slashed straight at Duan Zhengchun.

Duan Zhengchun frowned, about to turn around to defend himself.

Ba Tianshi, standing beside her, had already taken the initiative, drawing his longsword with a crisp "clang," and steadily blocking Xiao Han's longsword.

"Your Highness, you save her, I'll hold her off!" Ba Tianshi said in a deep voice.

With his swordsmanship and exquisite lightness skills, he managed to maneuver within the cramped wooden house and temporarily entangle Xiao Han.

Xiao Han's swordsmanship is not bad; her moves are agile and show the beginnings of a superior swordsmanship. Her martial arts have also reached the middle stage of the Innate Realm.

However, she lacked experience in fighting enemies, and when facing a seasoned veteran like Ba Tianshi, she could only rely on her exquisite swordsmanship and skill to suppress him.

The two exchanged blows in the wooden house, their swords clashing and splinters flying. After more than a dozen exchanges in the confined space, Xiao Han had gained the upper hand. Taking advantage of the situation, Duan Zhengchun rushed to a corner, channeled his inner energy, and quickly severed the ropes binding Gan Baobao, Zhong Ling, and the woman in black.

He then reached out and removed the gags from their mouths, and with a few quick taps of his fingertips, released the pressure points that had been sealed on the three of them.

"Zhengchun!"

As soon as Gan Baobao was freed, she threw herself into Duan Zhengchun's arms and burst into tears, "I thought I would never see you again..."

Duan Zhengchun gently patted her back and comforted her softly, "It's okay, baby, I'm here. No one can hurt you anymore."

Zhong Ling stood aside, stunned by the scene before her.

The woman in black showed no emotion. As soon as she was freed, she quickly stood up and scanned the room with her eyes.

When she saw Shuangjiang sitting cross-legged in meditation, a hint of wariness flashed in her eyes.

The chill emanating from the Frost's Descent is terrifying; even from several meters away, one can feel its biting cold, as if taking a step closer would freeze one into an ice sculpture.

She instinctively wanted to take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, but then she thought better of it and gave up.

Thinking of her master, Qin Hongmian, who had been frozen into an ice sculpture, her heart tightened, and she turned and ran outside.

At this moment, the battle situation outside also changed.

Bai Lu weaves through the air with her nine spiral shadows, her silver whip moving like a white snake emerging from its hole—agile and unpredictable, yet possessing a fierce and powerful force.

The scorpion-tail hook of the Haotian tribe woman was knocked away by her whip, and the plum blossom shovel of the Chitian tribe woman was also entangled by the soft whip and smashed to the ground, breaking into two pieces.

In a short while, two more women in black died, and the remaining five were exhausted, their faces filled with fear, and their attacks became increasingly hesitant.

Fu Minyi was both shocked and furious as she watched her subordinates die one after another.

Most of the nine experts from the Nine Heavens and Nine Departments she brought were lost, and even she herself was forced to retreat step by step by Bai Lu's whip technique. If the fight continued, she was afraid that the entire army would be wiped out.

The losses were too great, and she was already considering retreating. Just as she was about to order her remaining men to withdraw, she caught a glimpse of movement coming from the direction of the valley entrance out of the corner of her eye, and her face immediately lit up with joy.

"Grandma, the thief is fierce, please help!" Fu Minyi shouted.

No sooner had the words been spoken than a hunched figure rushed into the valley.

She was followed by dozens of people, all dressed in rags, with strange appearances, and carrying a variety of weapons, including spiked clubs, ghost-head knives, and even farming tools such as hoes and shovels. They were clearly skilled fighters from various caves and islands.

Granny Yu's gaze swept across the battle in the valley, and seeing that Fu Minyi was being suppressed by Bai Lu, she immediately said in a deep voice, "Brother Wu, Sang Tugong, Duanmu Yuan, go and help Miss Fu!"

The three men behind him responded in unison, "Yes!"

These three were all leaders of the Thirty-Six Caves. Boss Wu held a large ring-handled knife and looked fierce and menacing.

Sangtugong was short in stature and held a pair of short-handled iron shovels in his hands. He was skilled in earth-walking and digging.

Duanmu Yuanze was a pale-faced scholar with a folding fan hanging from his waist.

All three were innate masters and joined the battle.

Bai Lu, who had already gained an absolute advantage, now faces three more formidable opponents, significantly increasing her pressure.

Mu Wanqing rushed out of the wooden house and saw a chaotic battle raging in the valley, with flashing swords and screams filling the air. Her brows immediately furrowed.

She didn't want to get involved, her mind preoccupied with Qin Hongmian frozen into an ice sculpture. However, there was only one entrance to Wanjie Valley, which was currently blocked by the chaotic fighting crowd, making it impossible for her to get out.

"Miss Mu, be careful!"

When Duan Yu saw her come out, fearing that she would be caught in the crossfire, he quickly lowered his voice and called out to her, while waving to her and signaling her to go behind the boulder.

Mu Wanqing glanced warily at the chaotic crowd around her, then quickly moved behind the boulder where Duan Yu was.

"Why are there so many people?" she asked in a low voice.

Duan Yu shook his head helplessly: "I don't know. At first, it was people from Lingjiu Palace who came to cause trouble for Miss Bailu, and then it became more and more frequent." As the two were talking, footsteps came again from the direction of the valley entrance.

Fan Hua led several men into the valley. Behind him, in addition to the four guards who had been lying in ambush outside, were several monks dressed in yellow robes.

These monks were all quite old, with solemn faces, holding staffs, and exuding a calm and composed aura.

Duan Yu was well-versed in Buddhism and had been exposed to it at Tianlong Temple since childhood, so he recognized these monks at a glance.

"They are the three great masters: Ben Guan, Ben Xiang, and Ben Can!"

"The three masters have arrived too, that's wonderful!"

Master Benguan stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic battle, and asked Fan Hua, "Lord Fan, what is the situation? Where are the Prince of Zhennan and his heir?"

"My lord."

The group looked around and saw Duan Yu waving.

Inside the wooden house, the battle situation also changed.

Although Xiao Han was still young and lacked experience in combat, her swordsmanship was agile. Seizing an opening, she flicked her longsword and slashed Ba Tianshi's right arm.

"Hiss!" Ba Tianshi groaned, blood streaming from his right arm, and the long sword nearly slipped from his hand.

Xiao Han pressed her advantage, thrusting her longsword straight at Ba Tianshi's chest. Just then, Duan Zhengchun's voice rang out: "Stop!"

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp finger strike shot towards Xiao Han's longsword.

It was Duan's One-Finger Divine Skill! With a crisp "clang", Xiao Han's longsword was struck by the force of the finger, the sword vibrated violently, her tiger's mouth went numb, and the longsword almost slipped from her hand.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Duan Zhengchun rushed over, helped the staggering Ba Tianshi, and asked with concern:

"Brother Ba, how are you?"

"Your Highness, I'm fine, just a minor scratch," Ba Tianshi said through gritted teeth, enduring the pain in his arm.

Duan Zhengchun nodded, then turned his gaze to Xiao Han, his eyes filled with a hint of coldness.

He didn't want to get entangled with the little girl any longer. Without further hesitation, he grabbed Gan Baobao with one hand and Zhong Ling with the other, and used his lightness skill to rush outside.

Seeing this, Xiaohan wanted to give chase, but subconsciously glanced back at Shuangjiang, who was sitting cross-legged inside the house, and finally stopped.

Her primary task was to protect her senior sister; she could not leave the cabin even for a moment.

Duan Zhengchun led Gan Baobao and Zhong Ling out of the wooden house and quickly arrived behind the boulder, where they met up with Duan Yu, Fan Hua, and others.

"Father!" Duan Yu rushed forward. "Aunt Gan, Miss Zhong, are you alright?"

Gan Baobao shook her head, tears still streaming down her face, and clung tightly to Duan Zhengchun, clearly not yet fully recovered from her fear.

Zhong Ling looked around at the people with curiosity, her eyes showing a hint of fear.

At this moment, inside the wooden house, the cold air emanating from the wooden cauldron on the table was gradually fading, and the last trace of cold air was absorbed into the body of Shuangjiang, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

From inside the wooden cauldron, a snow-white ice silkworm slowly crawled out. Its body was slender and covered with fine ice crystals. Wherever it crawled, it left a faint trail of white frost.

But it had only climbed a few steps out of the wooden cauldron when it trembled and fell silent, clearly having exhausted its life force and perished.

Just as the ice silkworm perished, Frost slowly opened its eyes. (End of Chapter)