The world of snow stretched endlessly — a pale, frozen ocean carved from silence and frost.

The wind cut like sharpened steel, curling white mist around jagged ice ridges. Old pine-spirits stood here and there; tall, ancient, frost-kissed, their branches shaking as if whispering warnings about the beast that ruled this mountain.

Elder Feng Yu stood at the front — robes fluttering, breath steady, sword sheathed but aura sharp as a blade already drawn. Behind him, ten disciples — steps firm, eyes ignited with resolve, battle spirit rising like embers fanned into flame.

They reached the icy platform — a cliff surrounded by snow-capped spurs.

At its heart, on a raised mound of crystalline frost, glowed the Nine-Frost Snow Lotus.

Pale blue petals shimmered with sacred cold, frost ribbons floating around it.

A lotus born of pure winter, revered by spirit beasts, blessed by heavens, feared by those unworthy.

Even the air bowed in reverence.

That Twenty meters tall.

Muscles like sculpted ice and steel.

Blue-black fur rippling with frost qi, each breath exhaling storm wind.

Glacier-horns curled from its skull, icy veins glowing through flesh.

Its eyes — pale, frigid, merciless — hunted life like a natural law.

A demonic beast born from mountain's rage —

Frost-Fang Yeti, Nascent Soul Stage II.

Its roar split the air, sending frost waves rippling.

"RRRRROOOOOAAAARRRR!!"

Wind blasted outward, trees cracking, snow torn from ground.

The disciples staggered — breath freezing.

Lu Fang placed a hand behind Jun Hua's back to steady her — instinctive protection, their hearts quietly aligned.

Shen Hang's spear hummed, sensing battle fate in the wind.

Xiao Rui's eyes narrowed with tactical focus, while Zong Bu cracked his knuckles like a fighter stepping into ring.

Yan Chen's hand flew to his sword. Wei Lao raised his blade. Xiao Lian stepped back, qi forming instinctively around her. Cheng Fang clenched his fist, eyes narrowing — for once, no jokes, only readiness.

Boom.

BOOM.

BOOMMM!!!!

The ground erupted.

Snow exploded outward. Frost shattered like thunder.

Zong Bu hissed, "Brother… why do giant beasts always explode out of ground like this?"

Xiao Rui whispered, almost reverent, "Because the world respects strength."

Then louder, tone fired up:

"And we respect violence."

Lee Bie cracked his neck, excitement burning. "Correct."

Yan Chen drew his sword. "Disperse!"

They leapt, forming a battle arc around the lotus mound.

The beast's eyes locked on Elder Feng Yu.

The elder stepped forward — blade still sheathed, wind curling around his robe hems.

His voice cold, steady.

"Disciples.

This opponent — is mine."

The Frost Ape beat its chest, snow avalanching from mountain paths. Pressure rolled like a crushing ocean.

The disciples' bones trembled.

The beast roared again, freezing air in shockwaves.

Shen Hang steadied his spear against the force. "T-This pressure…!"

Jun Hua grit her teeth, face pale but unbowed. "Just… how powerful…"

Elder Feng Yu raised a hand, spiritual force expanding like calm tide pushing back storm.

The crushing frost qi retreated from disciples.

"Stay behind," he said. "Protect each other. Survive. That is your task."

The disciples bowed their heads.

"Yes, Elder!"

The ape lunged — mountain-shaking step — a fist the size of a boulder punched downward.

Elder Feng Yu vanished.

BOOMMM!!

Fist cratered the earth — ice splintered, snow churned into shockwave.

But Feng Yu appeared above the fist — foot planting on knuckles lightly, almost elegant.

Sword still not drawn.

He met beast's eyes — quiet, unshaken resolve.

"You challenge the Sanatan Flame Sect.

Prepare to fall."

He vanished again.

CLANG!!

His foot landed on ape's forearm — sword finally flashing from sheath halfway.

A crescent of cold blue sword-qi streaked across beast's arm.

Blood — pale icy blue — burst out in mist.

The ape roared, swinging its massive arm.

Wind shredded trees like paper.

Feng Yu ducked below swing, body flowing like river but striking like lightning.

His sword carved through air, each swing releasing frost-cutting qi that glimmered like winter stars.

BOOM BOOM BOOM

Fist against sword aura, earth shaking at each clash.

They weren't just fighting — they were tearing surroundings apart.

Disciples standing away — Heat under snow

Suddenly, Snow Leopards — dozen — emerged from icy dens, sleek fur, eyes cold, fangs long, claws dripping frost qi. They circled disciples like predators tasting fear.

Lu Fang whispered, "Brother Rui, what posture?"

Xiao Rui grinned. "Kill-everything-but-look-cool posture."

Zong Bu nodded. "A classic."

Cheng Fang cracked his knuckles. "Finally something to release frustration on."

Xiao Lian, ice qi blooming around her fingertips, whispered, almost excited,

"They're beautiful… but unfortunately, you chose the wrong enemies today."

Snow Leopards lunged.

Ten disciples moved.

Blades flashed. Spears danced. Feet stepped on frost as if on still water.

Yan Chen's sword parried claws, spark of qi exploding like starlight.

Shen Hang swept spear in crescent arc — knocking two beasts into snowdrift.

Xu Ran quietly redirected frost qi around her, hand slicing air — freezing a leopard's leg mid-pounce.

Jun Hua's sword flowed like silk — delicate, lethal — frost lines slicing beast's neck without a sound.

Wei Lao roared joyfully as he slammed his sword pommel into skull of a beast, laughing through battle.

Zong Bu stomped snow, sending shockwave through ground, knocking beasts off balance.

Lee Bie vanished — movement a flash — appeared behind a leopard's neck, blade slicing silently.

Then he flicked ice-blood off sword, sighing,

"Not fast enough. My master will scold me."

Cheng Fang just punched one in face and said proudly, "I am simple. Punch good."

Xiao Rui dodged gracefully, turning and slashing throat of beast mid-air.

Xiao Lian formed snow lotus in her palm — flicked it.

It struck leopard silently — freezing it completely into sculpture.

She blinked. "Umm… wasn't expecting that to be so easy."

Jun Hua gasped. "Little Lian… you… you're scary."

Xiao Lian blushed. "…Sorry."

Lu Fang patted her head lightly.

"You're perfect."

She froze, cheeks red, then bowed her head shyly.

"Thanku Big brother."

Battle ended.

Ten snow leopard corpses lay steaming in frost-breath.

The disciples exhaled — satisfied, excited, proud.

"We're getting stronger…" Yan Chen murmured, confidence strengthening.

"Yes," Shen Hang nodded, spear resting on shoulder. "Master would approve."

Xiao Rui smirked. "We'll give him so many reasons to be proud he'll start worrying."

Zong Bu: "He already does—"

"RRRRAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

They turned.

Elder Feng Yu and the Frost Ape raged like gods in storm.

Elder Feng Yu — Blade of Winter Fury

The ape slammed both fists — earth quaked, ice shattered like tiles under hammer.

Elder Feng Yu stood still — snow landing gently on his shoulders, sword lifted high.

His breathing calm.

Aura rising like tide under moon.

The beast roared — frost qi boiling around it.

It raised its arm — icy spikes blooming across fur.

Then slammed down — raw brute force.

Feng Yu swung — sword aura met fist.

BOOOOOM!

Shockwave blasted snow into storm spirals.

He slid back — boots carving trench in ice — but stood firm.

Sweat glimmered on brow — breath sharp — but eyes steady.

He would not bend.

The ape pounded chest — frost coating its skin like armor — then charged again.

They clashed.

Sword flared.

Fist crashed.

Frost roared.

Sword light danced.

Earth shook beneath their fury.

Feng Yu's blade cut across cheek — blue blood spraying.

The ape roared, backhand slamming ground — sending shards of ice like arrows.

He deflected, blade singing in sharp arc, slicing shards mid-air.

"Weak brute," Feng Yu murmured. "But stubborn."

The ape slammed chest — ancient beast language echoing in air — frost aura rising higher.

Ground beneath crackled into white runes.

Icicle spikes thrust upward like teeth.

"MOVE!" Yan Chen yelled — guiding junior disciples aside.

Feng Yu's eyes narrowed.

His aura sharpened —

a quiet storm building beneath skin.

He whispered,

"Enough."

Sword raised. Aura condensed.

The Frost Ape howled and launched itself — icy claws monstrous, eyes wild, mountains trembling.

Elder Feng Yu's voice cut air:

"Abyss-Cutting Sword Strike."

Sword descended.

Blue-silver arc carved earth and sky —

a frozen crescent moon birthed from blade.

It collided with ape's roar.

Explosion.

BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!

Snow turned to vapor.

Shockwave split trees and stone.

Soundwave thundered through mountain.

Wind swallowed world for a moment.

Silence followed — a breath between heartbeats —

and then—

The ape's roar cut short.

Its head separated cleanly — frozen blood spraying in glittering mist.

Body collapsing like felled mountain — shaking ice plains. It's body falling towards the hill where the Louts situated.

Lee Bie noticed he quickly vanished and reappeared midair — fingers grasping lotus stalk delicately before beast's corpse could crush it.

He landed silently, snow puffing gently around feet.

He raised lotus slightly.

"I have it."

Disciples cheered softly — relief, pride, victory burning warm in cold wind.

Elder Feng Yu exhaled, calming qi, turning toward them — bleeding cuts along arm and cheek, but standing tall, expression steady.

"Well done," he said simply.

Pride rippled through them.

They bowed deeply.

Xiao Lian stepped forward — eyes shining.

"Elder… your sword is like winter moon."

He blinked once — then allowed a faint, rare smile.

"You will surpass me one day."

Her heart skipped — determination burning.

Lee Bie handed lotus forward. Elder Feng Yu took it with reverence.

"Let's return."

They turned, stepping through snow — aura warmed with victory.

Wind shifted — snow falling soft as feathers.

Their figures faded toward camp.

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Far Behind — Hunters Arrive

Moments later—

Black-armored figures stepped onto battlefield.

Royal insignias. Black dragon crest.

Heavy boots crunching snow.

Frost Ape corpse steaming.

Prince Tian Bufen narrowed his eyes.

"So someone stronger than this beast passed through."

His aura cold, ambition darker.

A general knelt, scanning qi traces.

"Your Highness — treasure aura leads east."

The prince smirked — cruel, confident.

"Good.

We take from them… and we take them."

Boots marched.

Shadows stretched.

Their fate sealed without knowing name of enemy.

A storm followed them — but not of snow.

Of karma.

Return to Camp

Snow parted.

Familiar warm sands waiting beyond tree line.

Campfires flickered.

Sect members lifted heads — relief and pride swelling.

Elder Wan rose — slow smile breaking stern face.

"You brought it back."

He took lotus — reverent — already channeling flame qi to cauldron.

"This will heal Master — and help Xiao Lian bloom."

Elder Liya peeked inside main tent — saw Lin Shu asleep beside Shaurya, her hand resting atop his — peaceful, trusting, tired beyond words.

A soft, knowing smile touched her lips.

She stepped back quietly, guarding outside.

Disciples circled Elder Feng Yu, voices spilling excitement, recounting battle, praising him, praising themselves, laughing like life had just given them precious warmth.

Elder Feng Yu just sat in meditation posture, healing, silent but listening — a faint pride deep in eyes.

Distant forest rustled.

Unseen enemies approached.

But for this evening — victory warmth wrapped them.

Their Sect Master slept.

Their hearts united.

Quiet strength rising like dawn within all.

To be continued…

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