Crossover: The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, starting with cultivation with the Six Flowers Im

Those were eight righteous cultivators at the Mahayana stage, their faces cold and their eyes revealing endless killing intent.

Nangong Yehua was startled. He hadn't expected to be ambushed by righteous cultivators at this crucial moment.

He immediately activated his magical artifact in an attempt to defend against the sudden attack.

However, the eight Mahayana stage cultivators were too powerful. Their attacks were as fierce as a storm, leaving Nangong Yehua overwhelmed.

In an instant, the heavenly tribulation and the cultivators' attacks intertwined, forming a chaotic battlefield.

Nangong Yehua struggled desperately, but ultimately could not withstand the powerful offensive.

Finally, Nangong Yehua's consciousness gradually faded, and his body fell from the sky into endless darkness.

At that moment, his heart was filled with resentment and anger. He hated the cultivators who ambushed him, and he hated the injustice of fate even more.

These images kept repeating in Nangong Yehua's mind.

The next moment, Nangong Yehua was suddenly awakened from a deep coma.

Nangong Yehua's eyes snapped open, her pupils flashing with a look of surprise and uncertainty, as if she were struggling to emerge from a dark abyss.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the lingering chaos and ambiguity.

Nangong Yehua clenched his fist, then slowly released it, feeling the faint touch between his fingers, as if confirming whether he was still alive.

He tried to move his body, but found his limbs weak and could only tremble slightly. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Nangong Yehua's face was still pale, but he had regained some vitality. Cold sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto the animal hide beneath him.

Looking around, he found himself in an unfamiliar environment, the faint firelight inside the snow house illuminating his bewildered face.

Nangong Yehua tried to get up, but found that her body was still weak and powerless, and she could only barely sit up.

Chapter 122 Xihan Village in Beitian Kingdom

Nangong Yehua looked around and then his gaze fell on Chen Qingfu.

Chen Qingfu was squatting by the fire, holding a piece of animal hide in his hand, preparing to change Nangong Yehua's dressing.

Hearing the noise, he immediately looked up, his eyes filled with joy.

Chen Qingfu stood up, quickly walked to Nangong Yehua's side, and asked with concern:

"You're finally awake! How are you feeling? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

He reached out and gently placed his hand on Nangong Yehua's shoulder, offering him some support.

Nangong Yehua nodded slightly, his throat was a little dry, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"Thank you, where am I?" He tried to raise his arm, but it fell limply to his side.

Seeing this, Chen Qingfu quickly said:

"Don't move yet, your body hasn't fully recovered. Let me change your dressing first."

He gently laid Nangong Yehua's body flat, then carefully unwrapped the bandage on his chest.

After changing Nangong Yehua's dressing, Chen Qingfu gently placed the medicine bowl aside, a relieved smile on his face.

Nangong Yehua was able to sit up now. Although her face was still a little pale, the light in her eyes had returned considerably.

"How are you feeling now?"

Chen Qingfu asked with concern.

Nangong Yehua nodded slightly and said:

"Much better, thank you."

Chen Qingfu smiled and shook his head, then pointed to the swirling snow outside the window and said:

"This is a snow valley outside the village. I have built this snow hut for you to use as a temporary place to recuperate."

He looked out at the snow scene and continued:

"This snow valley is located outside the border of our village and is rarely visited by people. But the environment here is quiet and the snow scenery is picturesque, making it a good place to recuperate."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua couldn't help but turn her gaze to the window.

Snowflakes fluttered down, like white sprites dancing in the air, adorning the entire snow valley like a fairyland.

A sense of peace and tranquility welled up within him.

"This place is really beautiful."

Nangong Yehua exclaimed sincerely.

Chen Qingfu smiled and nodded, then continued:

“There are also some wild plants and animals in the snow valley. I will go out regularly to hunt and collect herbs to ensure that your injury can heal as soon as possible.”

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yehua was even more grateful.

Asking for flowers

Chen Qingfu sat beside Nangong Yehua, grinding the medicinal herbs carefully while explaining their current location.

"This is a remote border town of the Northern Heaven Kingdom, called Xihan Village. Although the village is small, the people are kind and the villagers are very simple and honest."

"And this snow valley is located in the northwest of Xihan Village. Few people come here on weekdays, so it is an excellent place to recuperate."

"Chen Qingfu's voice was calm and gentle, like the warm firelight in the snow house, giving people a sense of security."

However, before Chen Qingfu could finish speaking, Nangong Yehua suddenly clutched his head, his face contorted in pain.

His eyes became unfocused, as if he had seen something terrifying, which caused his head to throb with pain.

Upon seeing this, Chen Qingfu immediately stopped what he was doing and asked with concern:

"What's wrong? Has your injury flared up again?"

Nangong Yehua did not answer; his brows were furrowed, and sweat streamed down his forehead.

Those fleeting images, like sharp blades, pierced his nerves time and time again.

He tried hard to see those images clearly, but could only feel endless pain and chaos.

Chapter 123 Ancestral Spirits of the Capital Prefecture

On the snowfield where Nangong Yehua first fell unconscious, the originally quiet environment was broken by a series of heavy footsteps.

A group of soldiers suddenly appeared in their field of vision. They were wearing heavy animal hide armor and their steps were firm and powerful, like a group of warriors from an icy world.

The leading soldier was burly and had piercing eyes. He looked around as if searching for something.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed, and he muttered to himself in confusion, "987":

"According to the guidance of the ancestral spirits, there should be someone here. Where is that person?"

In this mysterious world, each great clan worships an ancestral spirit, who possesses extraordinary power and wisdom and serves as the guardian and guide of the clan.

Furthermore, the capital city of the Northern Heaven Kingdom possesses a supreme clan spirit whose perceptions and decisions directly influence the fate of the entire nation.

The moment Nangong Yehua returned to this world, the clan spirit of the capital city suddenly felt a strong response.

It sensed the unique aura emanating from Nangong Yehua, an aura that was both familiar and unfamiliar, as if it were closely connected to the history and destiny of the Northern Heaven Kingdom.

The spirit's influence quickly spread throughout the entire capital city, causing a tremendous shock.

The high-ranking officials of the capital city gathered to discuss countermeasures. They knew that the spirit's response was no small matter; it might foreshadow a major upheaval in the future of the Northern Heaven Kingdom.

In order to find out the truth, the capital city government decided to send a team of elite soldiers to investigate the place where Nangong Yehua first fell into a coma.

These soldiers were rigorously selected and trained; clad in animal hide armor and wielding spears, they embarked on their journey with imposing momentum.

After a long journey, the soldiers finally arrived at the snowfield where Nangong Yehua had fallen unconscious.

Guided by their clan spirit, they began searching everywhere for Nangong Yehua's whereabouts.

The leading soldier scanned his surroundings with sharp eyes, not missing a single detail.

The scene changes.

Inside Chen Qingfu's snow hut, Nangong Yehua was still lying on a simple bed made of animal hides, pale-faced and unconscious.

His breathing was weak and even, as if it might stop at any moment.

Chen Qingfu waited anxiously by his side, clutching a freshly picked herb tightly in his hand, his eyes filled with worry and helplessness.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the snow house.

Chen Qingfu immediately looked up alertly and saw a group of soldiers rushing into the house.

They were clad in heavy animal hide armor, wielding spears, their sharp eyes scanning their surroundings.

The leading soldier looked at the unconscious Nangong Yehua with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He stepped forward and carefully examined Nangong Yehua, seemingly trying to confirm his identity.

Chen Qingfu nervously clenched the herbs in his hand. He knew that these soldiers were after Nangong Yehua, but he did not know their purpose or the reasons behind it.

The soldiers began to whisper among themselves; their voices, though low (3.3), were unusually clear in the silent snow hut.

Chen Qingfu listened intently to their conversation, trying to glean some clues from it.

Just then, Nangong Yehua suddenly let out a weak groan.

His brow was furrowed, as if he were struggling to wake up from his coma.

The groan immediately drew the soldiers' attention, and they all turned their gazes toward Nangong Yehua.

Chapter 124 Forcibly taken away

The leading soldier immediately spotted the unconscious Nangong Yehua and strode forward, preparing to take him away.

Upon seeing this, Chen Qingfu felt a pang of anxiety and immediately rushed forward, trying to stop the soldiers from taking Nangong Yehua away.

He stretched out his hands, blocking the soldiers, and shouted:

Who are you? What do you want?

However, the soldiers did not stop because of Chen Qingfu's obstruction.

The leading soldier gave him a cold glance and waved for his men to push Chen Qingfu away.

A soldier immediately stepped forward, grabbed Chen Qingfu by the shoulder, and forcefully threw him aside.

Chen Qingfu was thrown off balance and nearly fell to the ground.

But he didn't give up. He struggled to his feet and charged at the soldiers again.

However, his strength seemed so insignificant in the face of the soldiers.

Another soldier stepped forward and delivered a powerful punch to Chen Qingfu's abdomen, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground.

Chen Qingfu lay on the ground, the pain making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He watched as the soldiers ruthlessly hoisted Nangong Yehua onto their shoulders, preparing to leave. His heart was filled with anger and helplessness, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

"Let him go! You can't treat an unconscious person like this!"

Chen Qingfu struggled to shout, but the soldiers seemed not to hear him and continued to advance.

Soon, the soldiers carried Nangong Yehua and disappeared into the snowstorm.

The scene suddenly shifts to a group of soldiers walking across a vast, boundless snowfield.

Their steps were firm and powerful, and the snow beneath their feet crunched under their feet.

A cold wind blew by, swirling up snowflakes that made their figures appear even more majestic and solemn.

Among the soldiers, the unconscious Nangong Yehua was steadily carried on the shoulder of one of them.

His face was pale, and his breathing was weak, as if he might stop at any moment.

Despite being in a coma, his brows still revealed an indomitable spirit, as if he were fighting against fate even in his dreams.

The soldiers advanced expressionlessly, their gazes firm and profound, as if no hardship or challenge could shake their resolve on this frigid snow.

They knew their mission was to bring Nangong Yehua back safely to the capital and leave the decision to the higher-ups.

On the snow, a deep line of footprints recorded their journey.

The cold wind howled and snowflakes fluttered, but the soldiers seemed not to feel the cold at all; their steps remained steady and powerful.

In this snow-covered landscape, they became a unique sight, showcasing the perseverance and loyalty of the Northern Heavenly Kingdom soldiers.

The soldiers occasionally whispered among themselves as they marched.