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Master Songyun and Master Yuyang suddenly looked up and gazed outside the camp.

Snowstorm...

It seems to have gotten smaller?

No, it doesn't get smaller.

Has it become...regular?

The fierce, howling, and erratic cold wind, which had been blowing wildly just moments before, now seemed to have been calmed and ordered by an invisible force.

Moreover, the restless spiritual energy emanating from the depths of the valley seemed to have calmed down somewhat.

"This..." Master Yuyang's eyes widened.

Master Songyun walked quickly to the edge of the camp and closed his eyes to sense the surroundings.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes, his eyes filled with shock.

"The spiritual energy fluctuations in the valley... have stabilized!"

"Although it's still rising, it's no longer as wildly unpredictable as before!"

"How is this possible?!"

Wei Zhixing and the others also sensed it.

The temperature in the camp seemed to have risen a bit, and the cold wind no longer felt like a knife.

Most noticeably, the oppressive feeling that had been weighing on my heart and making it hard to breathe has lessened!

Everyone looked at the newly pasted Spring Festival couplets and the door god statues.

The red paper fluttered slightly in the wind and snow.

Nothing special.

Yet it seemed as if... this world had been frozen in place.

"Master Li's methods..." Wei Zhixing murmured, "are indeed beyond our comprehension."

Master Songyun and Master Yuyang exchanged a glance, both seeing the same shock and awe in each other's eyes.

They had previously doubted Master Li's abilities.

but now……

A couplet and two door god images, how could they possibly influence the wind, snow, and spiritual energy within a radius of several miles?

What kind of divine power is this?!

Meanwhile, the Taoist priests from the Wudang and Quanzhen sects around them were all dumbfounded.

Mingchen's mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

He had previously thought the Night's Watch was making a mountain out of a molehill.

Now it seems...

He was just too ignorant.

"Manager Wei," Chen Jianguo said, "the goods have been delivered, and our mission is complete."

Wei Zhixing snapped out of his daze and quickly said, "Captain Chen, you all rest first. I'll have someone arrange accommodations."

"No need," Chen Jianguo shook his head. "We still have to rush back."

Wei Zhixing did not insist on keeping them, and sent someone to take them to the helicopter landing site.

After Chen Jianguo and the others left, the camp erupted in chaos.

"My goodness, what's the origin of those Spring Festival couplets?"

"The wind and snow lessened as soon as it was applied; that's amazing!"

"There's still fluctuation of spiritual energy, can you feel it? It's calmed down a lot!"

"If this were pasted on our mountain gate..."

The crowd discussed it animatedly, their eyes filled with awe as they looked at the couplet.

Master Songyun and Master Yuyang stood at the entrance of the camp, looking at the Spring Festival couplet swaying slightly in the wind and snow, remaining silent for a long time.

"Fellow Daoist Songyun," Daoist Yuyang suddenly spoke, "what level of cultivation do you think the master who wrote these Spring Festival couplets is at?"

Master Songyun remained silent for a moment before slowly uttering four words.

"Unfathomable".

……

Meanwhile.

Outside the camp, on a ridge several hundred meters away.

Two figures dressed in white camouflage clothing were lying prone in the snow, observing the camp through high-powered binoculars.

They were spies sent by the Church of Europe, and had been lying in wait here for three days.

"What are the Great Xia people doing?" a scout asked in a low voice.

"It looks like they're... putting up Spring Festival couplets?" another scout asked in a strange tone.

The two looked at each other and saw the absurdity in each other's eyes.

Why go through all this trouble, venturing deep into the Kunlun Mountains, just to deliver a Spring Festival couplet?

Just how strong is the Chinese New Year obsession of the people of Daxia?

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"Something's not right." The first scout frowned. "Look, after they stuck it on, the snowstorm seems to have subsided."

"It's just an illusion, isn't it?" the second scout said dismissively. "It's just a change in the weather."

"It doesn't seem like it." The first scout shook his head, staring intently at the camp.

He saw that after the people of Daxia finished putting up the Spring Festival couplets, their expressions changed from confusion to shock.

"Something's not right." The first scout lowered his binoculars, his face grave. "Report immediately."

"The Great Xia people... are probably up to something we don't know about."

The two immediately used a pre-prepared communication device to transmit the information to a certain location.

What they didn't know was...

The instant they activated the communication device...

On the guardian statues of the camp, the eyes of Qin Shubao and Yuchi Gong shifted slightly.

I looked in the direction they were in.

The wind and snow continue.

But the area around the camp was peaceful.

It was as if some invisible force was keeping all danger and malice at bay.

……

It is located 30 miles away from Valley No. 7.

In an extremely secluded ice cave.

A huge space has been carved out here, with a bonfire blazing inside, where no fewer than seventy or eighty people have gathered.

These people were dressed in different clothes and had different skin colors, but they all emanated powerful energy fluctuations.

Cardinal Rudolf of the Church of the Holy Light of Europe, dressed in a red robe, is sitting on a stone covered with animal skin.

Behind him stood twelve Templar Knights clad in silver armor, each possessing strength at least at the B-rank level.

John Carter, the leader of the Delta Force team from the New World Paranormal Research Bureau, leans against the ice wall wearing a specially made combat suit.

He was in his early forties, with a scar on his face that stretched from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth, adding to his fierce appearance.

The ascetic monk Mahadeva of the White Elephant Kingdom sat cross-legged on an animal skin, his body wrapped only in a tattered cloth. He was emaciated, but his eyes shone like stars.

Behind him were six ascetics dressed in the same attire, each exuding an obscure and profound aura.

Representatives from other small countries or organizations gathered in twos and threes.

The atmosphere inside the ice cave was very heavy.

Everyone knows that what is in Valley Seven is about to be born.

And when that time comes, there will inevitably be a chaotic battle.

Just then.

Rudolf's special communication device vibrated. He looked down at it and frowned.

"The scouts have reported that the Xia people have just put up couplets and door gods in their camp."

"Couplets? Door gods?" John Carter was taken aback. "What are those?"

Rudolf offered a few explanations.

After listening, a burst of snickering echoed from the ice cave.

"Putting up Spring Festival couplets? Just how strong is the Chinese people's obsession with the New Year?!"

"What time is it? Still thinking about the New Year?"

"I think they know they can't hold on, so they've just given up entirely."

The crowd murmured amongst themselves, their tone filled with disdain.

But Rudolf did not laugh.

"The scouts said that after the couplets and door gods were pasted up, the wind and snow in the camp suddenly subsided, and the spiritual energy fluctuations in the valley also became calmer."

After these words were spoken, the ice cave fell silent for a moment.

"You mean…" John Carter narrowed his eyes, "that couplet and door god statues, are some kind of ritual implements?"

"Very likely." Rudolf nodded. "The Great Xia Daoist sect is skilled at making various talismans and magical artifacts. It's not impossible for them to seal power in calligraphy and paintings."

Mahadeva suddenly spoke up: "If that's the case, then we can't wait any longer."

He slowly stood up: "Magic artifacts need time to activate before their power reaches its maximum. We should act as soon as possible before they are fully activated."

The group exchanged glances, all somewhat tempted.