A Man in the Snow: Starting with a Sword Challenge to the Northern Liang Prince's Palace

The news spread throughout the entire town.

Liu Xianyang was seriously injured.

When Chen Ping'an found out, he was chopping wood; Liu Xianyang was his only friend.

My only friend.

When Chen Ping'an ran to Ruan Qiong's blacksmith shop, he saw Liu Xianyang lying by a bamboo grove, covered in blood.

His left arm was bent at an unnatural angle, clearly broken. His face was covered in blood, his eyes were closed, and his lips were pale.

"Liu Xianyang! Liu Xianyang!" Chen Ping'an rushed over and patted his face.

Liu Xianyang groggily opened his eyes, saw it was him, grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth: "Chen Ping'an...you're here."

"Who did this?" Chen Ping'an's voice trembled.

"Mountain-Moving Ape...that old bastard from Zhengyang Mountain..." Liu Xianyang's voice grew weaker and weaker.

"He tried to steal my sword manual... I didn't give it to him..."

Chen Ping'an gritted his teeth and looked at Liu Xianyang.

Liu Xianyang, on his back, said intermittently, "Ping An... run quickly... that old man might do something to you."

Chen Ping'an remained silent, but a certain resolve had been made in his heart.

"I will avenge you."

Liu Xianyang called after him, "Don't go! You can't beat him!"

Chen Ping'an did not turn around.

He returned to Mud Bottle Lane and pulled out his hunting bow and arrows from under his bed.

When he reached the alley entrance, he suddenly stopped.

A man in a blue robe stood under the old locust tree.

Ye Yun.

"Are you going to your death?" Ye Yun looked at him, her tone calm.

Chen Pingan said coldly, "He hurt my friend."

"You can't beat him."

"Even if we can't win, we have to fight."

Ye Yun looked at him and remained silent for a moment. There was no impulsiveness in his eyes, only something very deep.

That wasn't anger, it was determination.

"Okay, I'll collect your body later."

Chen Ping'an glanced at him and nodded.

He turned and ran away.

Chen Ping'an was no fool; he had planned everything in advance and secretly set up numerous traps along his escape route, which were usually used to shoot large animals.

However, this time it was for killing, and its power was even greater.

After a night of fuss, Chen Ping'an had set up all the traps he wanted.

Before Gu Can left the town, he gave Chen Ping'an a special boxing technique, which greatly improved Chen Ping'an's strength.

When Chen Ping'an decided to go alone, he was stopped by a girl.

"Miss Ning."

"Chen Ping'an, are you really going?"

Ning Yao naturally understood that even though the Lizhu Cave Heaven suppressed the outsider's cultivation level, it was still not something Chen Ping'an could deal with, let alone the fact that the other party was a body cultivator.

"Yes, I will do my best."

Chen Ping'an's eyes were filled with determination. He knew that Liu Xianyang was injured because of him.

If Liu Xianyang hadn't tried to protect him, he wouldn't have had to meet with these villains.

Ning Yao knew that Chen Ping'an had made up his mind, so she took a knife from her body.

This is a woman's personal item, used to suppress a multitude of swords.

In the custom of "Upside-down Mountain", the skirt-pressing knife is a unique token of love given by a woman to the man she admires. Ning Yao is frank and straightforward, and this is a direct expression of her feelings for Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an was taken aback, unaware of the significance of this, and slowly accepted it with both hands: "Miss Ning, I will return it to you."

Ning Yao rolled her eyes at Chen Ping'an, thinking, "What an idiot."

When Chen Ping'an accepted the skirt-pressing knife, it meant that he accepted Ning Yao's feelings, and their fates were closely intertwined from then on, with their causal threads becoming intertwined.

Ye Yun watched all of this from afar, and in his eyes, he saw the faint traces of cause and effect.

In the end, fearing that Chen Ping'an would die, Ning Yao accompanied him in killing the Mountain-Moving Ape.

The mountain-moving apes lived in the Li family's house in the small town.

It was a burly old man with bulging muscles all over his body. His arms were thicker than an average person's thighs. He was holding half a wine gourd in his hand and drinking.

Chen Ping'an deliberately appeared on the rooftop and shot an arrow at him.

Without hesitation, he turned and ran.

"Damn it, I'll definitely kill you!"

The Mountain-Moving Ape chuckled and gave chase.

Chen Ping'an kept shooting arrows at the mountain-moving ape chasing after him from afar, deliberately dragging him along and making him run around the small town until he was exhausted.

"You wretched mudfish, you can't escape."

The Mountain-Moving Ape was so enraged by Chen Ping'an that he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He was originally a great demon of the eleventh realm, but he was forced to suppress himself to the eighth realm in the Lizhu Cave Heaven. However, the eighth realm is not something that a mere mortal from the foot of the mountain can compare to.

Chen Ping'an, relying on his familiarity with the alley, deliberately wore down the Mountain-Moving Ape's energy.

Roar!

After a roar, the Mountain-Moving Ape suddenly gathered its strength and quickly caught up with Chen Ping'an, who was as agile as a monkey.

That palm strike carried the power to shatter mountains and split the earth, the wind from the palm was like a gale, and it scraped the skin on Chen Ping'an's face painfully. He dodged to the side, and at the same time, a knife slashed the arm of the Mountain-Moving Ape.

The mountain-moving ape looked down at the wound on its arm and frowned.

"That's interesting."

Then he threw a punch.

That punch was too fast, so fast that Chen Ping'an had no time to dodge. The fist hit his chest, and he heard the sound of his ribs breaking. He flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashed into a big tree, and slid to the ground.

Blood gushed from his mouth, and he lay on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

The Mountain-Moving Ape walked over, looked down at him, and said, "You brat, you must die today. If you hand over the sword manual, perhaps I can spare your life."

Chen Pingan raised his head and stared intently at him: "You're dreaming."

A murderous glint flashed in the Mountain-Moving Ape's eyes, and it raised its foot to stomp down.

A flash of sword light streaked from afar.

The Mountain-Moving Ape's expression changed, and he retreated several steps as the sword light grazed his face, shaving off a lock of his hair.

Ning Yao leaped out of the bamboo forest and landed in front of Chen Ping'an.

"Are you alright?" She turned to look at Chen Ping'an, her eyes filled with heartache.

Chen Pingan shook his head and struggled to stand up.

The Mountain-Moving Ape looked at Ning Yao and sneered, "A little girl like you dares to meddle in other people's business?"

Ning Yao didn't speak, but drew her sword and stabbed.

Her swordsmanship was fierce, with sword energy crisscrossing. Every sword strike was aimed directly at the vital points of the Mountain Moving Ape. Although the Mountain Moving Ape had a high realm, under the suppression of the rules of the Lizhu Cave Heaven, it could only use the strength of the eighth realm.

The two fought fiercely, their swords flashing and palms clashing, causing the surrounding bamboo to snap in two.

But the Mountain-Moving Ape was experienced after all. After exchanging dozens of blows, he struck Ning Yaojian with a palm, which made her hands go numb and her sword almost slip from her grasp.

Then another palm strike landed on her shoulder.

Ning Yao grunted and staggered backward.

The Mountain-Moving Ape pressed its advantage, striking her crown with a palm.

Chen Ping'an rushed forward.

He used all his strength to pounce on the back of the mountain-moving ape, and the porcelain shard pierced his nape.

The mountain-moving ape roared in pain and slapped him away with its backhand. Chen Ping'an crashed into a tree again, this time unable to get up.

The mountain-moving ape touched the back of its neck; its hands were covered in blood.

His face was contorted, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"You little brat, you're asking for it!"

He strode towards Chen Ping'an and was about to step on him.

Ning Yao rushed forward with all her might, standing in front of Chen Ping'an. She gripped the longsword in her hand, the blade humming and vibrating, its sword intent surging.

She's about to use the power of the immortal sword.

But she knew that with her current cultivation level, using that power would severely injure her.

Just as she was about to make her move.

A hand pressed down on her shoulder.

"Girl, that's about enough."

The sound wasn't loud, but it felt like a mountain pressing down on the world.

The mountain-moving ape's foot stopped in mid-air, unable to step down. He looked down and saw a man in a blue robe appear in front of Chen Ping'an at some point, one hand on Ning Yao's shoulder, the other behind his back, calmly looking at him.

"Who are you?" The mountain-moving ape's pupils contracted.

Ye Yun did not answer.

He simply raised his hand and threw a punch.

That punch was nothing fancy, just a simple straight punch, but the power of that punch made the Mountain-Moving Ape's expression change drastically.

He crossed his arms to block, but it felt like he was hit by a mountain. He was sent flying backward, crashing through three large trees before finally coming to a stop.

The mountain-moving ape looked down at its arms; the bones were cracked, and blood was seeping from the broken flesh.

He looked up at Ye Yun, his eyes filled with horror.

"You...you're from the Immortal Realm?"

Ye Yun did not answer, but walked up to him and looked down at him.

"Get out," he said.

The mountain-moving ape gritted his teeth, turned around and ran, faster than a rabbit.

Ye Yun turned around and walked back to Chen Ping'an's side.

The boy leaned against a big tree, covered in blood, with at least three broken ribs and an old wound on his left shoulder reopened.

But his eyes were still bright, fixed on the direction the mountain-moving ape had fled.

Chen Ping'an struggled to his feet and limped toward Liu Xianyang.

Ning Yao tried to help him up, but he shook his head and walked away on his own.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped without looking back.

"Thank you, Mr. Ye!"

Ye Yun didn't speak, she just watched his back.

Ning Yao nodded to Ye Yun, and then followed Chen Ping'an.

Zhengyang Mountain is probably in for a rough time.