I Have a Compass for Opportunity

The night cold wind grew even more piercing, sweeping over Liou Yuan’s body, dyeing his clothes and hair snow white.

Inside, his blood surged, the organs radiating heat, rendering him fearless of the harsh winter.

He quickly arrived before Qiwen Mountain.

Qiwen Mountain was steep and sharp like a sword, reaching straight into the sky.

The rocky surface was covered with thick snow, uneven layers, making the mountain’s edges gain some softness under the snow but still difficult to hide its majesty and peril.

Liou Yuan looked up, the mountain almost rose vertically.

The cold wind howled past, stirring up the snow halfway up the mountain, snow mist spreading, as dreamlike and fantastical.

The mountains of Qingyou Prefecture stretched endlessly, each named peak extraordinary.

"No wonder Ge Jinhong said Qiwen Mountain was perilous; he couldn’t climb it. If one cannot fly in the sky here, climbing up is easy, but coming down is hard."

Liou Yuan murmured softly, yet his steps showed no hesitation as he stepped onto the rocky wall of Qiwen Mountain.

First, his toes stepped repeatedly on the rock wall, borrowing force to ascend dozens of feet, then once the aerial force depleted, he inserted his palm into the stone wall, continuing to leverage for climbing upward.

Amidst the heavy snow, his form was agile like a monkey.

Within a few breaths, he leaped over a hundred yards.

At his speed, in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he would reach the top of Qiwen Mountain.

Tonight is destined to be restless.

As Liou Yuan climbed the rocky wall with all his might.

His gaze shifted to the sky over Yufengcheng, at the height of ten thousand feet.

Three figures stood in the void, facing one another from afar.

Two men and one woman.

The woman wore a magnificent crimson palace dress, adorned with a phoenix hairpin, her grace having both softness and strength.

None other than Miss Anyang, Yin Yufu, who met Liou Yuan a few days ago in the mountains.

At this moment, her jade-like fair face no longer held the softness seen upon encountering Liou Yuan, with an indifferent expression gazing at the figure ahead.

That person’s figure was slender and light, like a dark shadow dancing with the wind in the night.

His skin pale, almost sickly pale, yet exuded a peculiar seductive beauty, akin to a black mandala blooming in the snow.

His eyes were long and alluring, pupils as dark as a bottomless cold pond, flickering waves yet subtly concealing a trace of coldness.

The corner of his eyes slightly lifted, seeming to hold a faint trace of a smile, but this smile carried a chilling ruthlessness.

The other person and Yin Yufu formed a siege, encircling the strange man in the center.

He was a middle-aged man with a tall and sturdy posture.

His figure was robust, his back as straight as ancient pine, displaying enduring resilience molded through experience. Clear-cut facial contours bore age marks, wrinkles resembling mountain and river veins.

A long sword slanted at his waist, its sheath made of premium black iron, entirely black, vaguely emitting a cold gleam.

All three bore Foundation Establishment cultivation.

They clearly belonged to two different factions.

Yin Yufu and the sword cultivator stood in the same faction, besieging the strange man.

"Guarding you for half a year, Huixie, just knew you couldn’t resist showing your face." The middle-aged sword cultivator’s sword emitted a sound of sword chant, eyeing the man with almost sickly pallor, his voice deep.

So that man was Daoist Huixie.

"What capacity and talent, to be welcomed by Guardian Peak Sword Lei Hanchi and Miss Anyang Yin Yufu simultaneously."

Hearing the sword cultivator’s voice, Daoist Huixie’s smile didn’t fade, his voice almost lacked male traits, exuding a sinister charm.

"Your Jin Dynasty remains as welcoming as ever."

"You’ve crossed the line, Huixie, solely spreading demonic cultivation skills, causing chaos in a prefecture of our Jin Dynasty, merits your suppression and eradication here."

Yin Yufu’s True Essence surged, the phoenix hairpin atop her head affected by her True Essence seemed to come alive, a phoenix shadow appearing in the void above her head.

"What bullshit charges." Huixie cursed with a laugh, unhurriedly extending his palm, nimble fingers like a woman’s rotated a brush taken in hand.

He pointed the brush towards Yin Yufu, casually stating, "Your Jin Dynasty ruled for a thousand years, naturally monopolizing local cultivation resources, oppressing loose cultivators to bitter despair."

"Sealing off magic and cultivation techniques, pressing local cultivators to have no day to rise, only serving your Jin Dynasty like beasts of burden."

"Jiuli State still has Loose Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment level. In your Jin Dynasty, has there been any Loose Cultivator reaching Foundation Establishment in a hundred years?"

Daoist Huixie confidently countered Yin Yufu’s previous questioning with a few simple phrases.

"I disseminate the Cultivation Technique, but I don’t force them to cultivate."

"Why do Loose Cultivators and Sect Disciples alike, who obtain Demonic Cultivation Skills, feel compelled to practice them?"

"That’s because I have shown them the hope of ascending the path of cultivation."

"In our Linlang Domain, the survival of the fittest prevails, the strong grow stronger, all beings are equal, and everyone has the potential for Foundation Establishment. Isn’t that better than being a dog of the Jin Dynasty?"

"Nonsense, who in the Cyan Feather Realm doesn’t know the ways of your Linlang Domain."

"Draining the blood of the people, internal strife, devouring the different, even siblings turn against each other. This is commonplace in your Linlang Domain, is this the righteous way!"

Lei Hanchi’s voice thundered across the sky like heavenly thunder.

Daoist Huixie’s smile became even more mocking as he calmly replied, "Then why do Cultivators from your Qingyou Prefecture practice the skills I disseminate? Why do your Yanluo Sect Disciples fall for it as well?"

"Stop talking! Be careful not to be bewitched by him." Yin Yufu’s eyes were already filled with killing intent, she acted directly.

"Let’s end him first."

Screech! The loud cry of a Phoenix exploded across the vast void above.

The Phoenix phantom, which had been hovering above Yin Yufu’s head for a long time, transformed from illusion to reality under her magic. With a sweep of its wings, it sent the snow in the sky flying upward.

The Phoenix, carrying a golden streamer, charged straight at Daoist Huixie.

"Slash!" Lei Hanchi also swung his sword, its blade glow vibrating and transforming into the phantom of a mountain, surging forward to suppress and kill.

"Hahaha, feeling guilty and trying to silence me! Hahaha, today, you shall have no return!"

Facing the combined assault of the two, Daoist Huixie remained unfazed. After laughing skyward, an ink-like color exploded on the brush he held in his hand.

In the void, it manifested several strange demon phantoms.

The reason Daoist Tang Hua’s Soul earned the title of Huixie is because of the magic cast by the brush in his hand.

The Foundation Establishment battle commenced.

Rumble! Violent waves of True Essence spread over Yufengcheng like ripples.

Startling Yufengcheng, and startling Liou Yuan, who was climbing Qiwen Mountain.

He had already climbed halfway up, standing on a protruding rock wall on Qiwen Mountain for a brief rest.

The explosive True Essence waves spread from the high sky to Qiwen Mountain.

Causing the wind and snow around Qiwen Mountain to intensify, the cold wind carried snowflakes, hitting Liou Yuan’s face, causing a slight sting.

"Foundation Establishment fluctuation!" Liou Yuan pressed himself tightly against the rock wall, looking up towards the sky where the wind and snow had accelerated, his expression uncertain.

In the dark curtain of flying snowflakes, clusters of True Essence color could vaguely be seen clashing in the void.

Others might be blinded by the True Essence light, unable to see the situation of the battle inside.

Liou Yuan, possessing Evil Eyes, immediately activated them. With purple light flickering in his eyes, he clearly captured the True Essence fluctuations of those fighting.

"There are three Foundation Establishments."

This revelation made Liou Yuan’s heart skip a beat.

Fortunately, he had met Yin Yufu a few days ago and learned some information about Daoist Huixie and the Demon Cultivators.

From the scene before him, he could roughly deduce which factions these fighting Foundation Establishments belonged to.

"It must be that Miss Anyang and the others have tracked down Daoist Huixie, and they’re taking action over Yufengcheng now."

Liou Yuan rolled his eyes, almost confirming his suspicions.

Just as he had predicted, the Jin Dynasty’s royal family didn’t only send Yin Yufu as a Foundation Establishment. There was another Foundation Establishment presence alongside her, surely aligned with Yin Yufu.

Two Foundation Establishments besieging Daoist Huixie, showing considerable seriousness towards this Demon Dao Foundation Establishment.

"What rotten luck, they had to fight while I’m climbing Qiwen Mountain."

The sudden outbreak of the Foundation Establishment battle left Liou Yuan feeling rather depressed.

Currently, as a small Qi Cultivation practitioner, he had no desire to get involved in this conflict between the righteous and the demonic paths.

Of course, he didn’t have the qualification to intervene either.

"I just hope these three ancestors don’t bring their fight over to Qiwen Mountain."