One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

It stood out clearly in the wind and snow.

As he raised the umbrella in his hand, the many Western supernatural beings quickly retreated to his side.

Ivan's chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, his bear-like eyes fixed intently on Kamo Shinya opposite him.

He Maoxin also spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

Although the fighting spirit in his eyes had not subsided, when he saw Tsuchimikado Ryosuke make a hand gesture, he snorted coldly and retreated.

"What? Are you afraid, British gentleman?"

Ryosuke Tsuchimikado, his hands tucked into his sleeves, stared coldly at Arthur.

"No, it's not fear, it's calculating the costs."

Arthur smiled and shook his head, then pointed to the sky with his white-gloved fingers:

“Mr. Tsuchimikado, it’s not a smart thing to fight to the death on someone else’s turf.”

"We both know very well that the commotion caused by that white dragon undergoing its tribulation was too great."

"Changbai Mountain is the private domain of the extraordinary people of China. Whether it's that company or the local shamans in Northeast China, they're probably already on their way."

Arthur twirled the umbrella in his hand, his tone becoming extremely seductive:

"If we fight to the death before we find our prey."

“Once the local forces in China arrive, we will all become their prey.”

Ryosuke Tsuchimikado lowered his eyelids slightly and did not refute.

Because Arthur is right.

This is China!

Their ancestors set up their formation here, but in the end, they had to flee in disarray.

In this situation, time is of the essence!

"Then what do you mean?" Ryosuke asked.

"Cooperation."

Arthur smiled and extended an olive branch, hitting the nail on the head:

"Although our goal is the same—that white dragon—our needs do not conflict."

"What you Onmyoji want are Dragon Balls and Reverse Scales that can enhance your cultivation and even allow you to defy fate."

"What we, the Brotherhood, want is its flesh and bones, to use as material for alchemy and genetic research."

Arthur held out a hand: "We each get what we want. How about we form an alliance before we get what we need?"

Ryosuke Tsuchimikado remained silent.

He quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Now that the dragon veins are disordered, his compass is malfunctioning.

Finding a hidden dragon in this vast snow-covered mountain is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Moreover, there might be all sorts of unknown dangers and spies from the Northeastern Taoist sects lurking in these mountains.

If we could get these Westerners involved...

Not only do they gain an extra fighting force, but they also become more effective in dangerous situations.

Aren't these Western barbarians just ready-made cannon fodder and stepping stones?

Thinking of this, Ryosuke's lips curled into a barely perceptible sneer.

"can."

Ryosuke nodded, his gaze deep: "But we have to choose first. The Dragon Ball and the Reverse Scale must be ours."

"make a deal!"

Arthur smiled and snapped his fingers.

The two, separated by several meters, reached this "Snowfield Alliance" with ulterior motives from afar.

“In that case, please lead the way, friend from the East.” Arthur gestured for them to proceed.

Ryosuke kicked the trembling old yellow weasel at his feet: "Let's go, keep leading the way."

The two groups joined forces and, each with their own agendas, headed deeper into Changbai Mountain.

……

At this time.

On a snow slope more than ten miles away from them.

Achoo!!!

Zhang Tianyi, who was lying on the luxurious sedan chair, suddenly sneezed loudly.

He rubbed his nose and pulled his mink coat tighter around himself.

"That's strange, who's cursing me behind my back in the middle of the night?"

Zhang Tianyi muttered something, then tapped on the armrest of the sedan chair:

"Little Wang! Little Zhuge! Are you two secretly cursing me in your hearts?"

Wang Ye, who was carrying the sedan chair and was exhausted like a dog, rolled his eyes dramatically and weakly called out:

"Second Master, please don't wrong an innocent person..."

"We're so exhausted we can barely breathe, we don't have the time to curse you in our hearts."

"Yes."

Zhuge Qing, panting heavily, said from behind, "If you're really feeling cold... why don't you get down and walk around for a bit? It would lighten our load a bit."

"Get lost! There's no way you can walk on your legs!"

Zhang Tianyi comfortably rolled over, changed his lying position, and grinned mischievously.

"I'm just helping you guys strengthen your bodies! Besides..."

Zhang Tianyi raised his head and looked at the distant mountains shrouded in dark clouds.

A hint of mockery and anticipation flashed in his eyes:

There are a few clueless little mice having a party up ahead.

Chapter 160 The Hedgehog Checking Up? The Intimidating Force of the Neighborhood Committee Aunties in Changbai Mountain!

The deeper you go into Changbai Mountain, the more unrestrained the snow falls.

"Squeak... squeak..."

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing trudged through the knee-deep snow, their steps uneven.

The two men carried the luxurious sedan chair, panting heavily, white smoke billowing from their heads.

"Old Wang... I feel like my legs aren't mine anymore..."

Zhuge Qing was behind him, his usually meticulously combed blue hair now plastered to his forehead.

"Stop talking nonsense...save your breath..."

Wang Ye gritted his teeth, and the dark circles under his eyes looked even heavier than usual.

"Phew! It's so hot!"

Zhang Tianyi blew on the steaming sweet potato flesh, took a small bite, and looked completely blissful.

"On a snowy day like this, eating a hot roasted sweet potato is simply one of life's greatest pleasures."

He glanced down at the two laborers panting and groaning below, and asked with great "consideration":

"Little Wang, Little Zhuge, are you tired? Want to eat some sweet potato peel to replenish your sugar?"

"..."

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing rolled their eyes in unison, saving themselves the energy to even curse.

Leading the way at the head of the procession were Liu Kunsheng, the patriarch of the Liu family, who had transformed into human form, and Guan Shihua, the old lady.

The two of them were extremely anxious at that moment, wishing they could sprout wings and fly to their ancestor's side.

But due to the speed of the person behind them, they could only patiently wade forward step by step.

"Brother Kun, the Bewitching Valley is just ahead. Once we pass through this pass, we'll have truly entered the core area of ​​Changbai Mountain."

Guan Shihua, leaning on her cane, pointed to the narrow mountain pass between the two snow-capped peaks ahead.

"Ah."

Liu Kunsheng's expression was cold and stern, a hint of wariness flashing in his vertical pupils:

"Our ancestor is seriously injured, and the spirits in this mountain must be terrified. Although we are the leaders of the shamanic sect, it might cause misunderstandings if so many of us go in so openly."

The voice just fell.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a series of rapid whooshing sounds came from the snow-covered ground ahead.

Then, to everyone's astonishment...

Round, spiky snowballs rolled down the hillsides on both sides!

These snowballs were extremely fast and very well organized.

They rolled to the front of the narrow mountain pass and unfolded at the same time with a "thud".

They were dozens of enormous hedgehogs!

These dozens of hedgehogs formed a long, straight line in the snow, completely blocking the road into the mountains.

It's like a spiked road suddenly being erected on the highway.

"Oh my god?"