Chapter 1723 - 1724: Reaching the Summit
Yang Fei understood what Nuannuan meant but gave her a subtle shake of his head.
Although Hebrew was cunning, there was one point he was correct about.
Many powerful figures had gathered here to enter the Heavenly Secret Sect, searching for a thin line of destiny.
If they started fighting chaotically before entering the Heavenly Secret Sect, what kind of order would there be?
Nuannuan's eyes showed a hint of disappointment, pouted, and glanced begrudgingly at Yang Fei.
Although she was displeased, she didn't explicitly oppose Yang Fei's opinion.
Yang Fei breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as Nuannuan didn't explicitly oppose him, this brawl wouldn't start.
After exchanging opinions with Nuannuan, Yang Fei raised his hand high, signaling everyone to cease.
In fact, Old Fox Hebrew's peripheral vision had always been watching Yang Fei.
He knew very well that the key to this brawl lay with Yang Fei.
If Yang Fei didn't intervene, even if all the Wu Clan masters came out, they couldn't do anything to Hebrew.
But if Yang Fei did intervene, then all of the Ancient Six Clans behind him would also step in.
In this case, even if Hebrew could escape, the elite Immortal Race he brought would inevitably be lost here.
Although Hebrew's face bore a calm smile, he was very tense inside.
His peripheral vision was fixed on Yang Fei, and seeing Yang Fei step forward to stop it, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
The eleven Witch Kings of the Wu Clan all knew about the relationship between Yang Fei and Nuannuan.
At this moment, seeing Yang Fei wave his hand to stop, they all paused, and although reluctant, they didn't dare to curse out loud.
Yang Fei looked coldly at all the eager masters, his voice calm yet authoritative.
"I agree with Prince Hebrew's opinion. We are all here to seek the destiny of the Dragon Hidden Temple, not to fight and quarrel."
"Could everyone perhaps cease for now and resolve your grievances after finding the destiny?"
Upon hearing this, Hebrew was immediately overjoyed.
The Old Fox quickly echoed Yang Fei's words.
"Leader Yang is wise. Let us first seek the destiny; the centuries-old feud between the Wu Clan and the Immortal Race will be resolved in due time, it need not be rushed."
Although Nuannuan and the eleven Witch Kings were disappointed, they understood well.
Without Yang Fei as a strong ally, the Wu Clan had little chance against Hebrew, who was a Spiritual Martial Arts Master.
Nuannuan discussed with Gonggong and the other Witch Kings for a moment.
Nuannuan turned around, glaring coquettishly at Yang Fei, then loudly proclaimed.
"Uncle has done great kindness to our Wu Clan from top to bottom."
"Since he has spoken, we will not stoop to argue with you. The next time we meet, will be the time for blood debts to be repaid."
Hebrew gave a slight smile, ignoring Nuannuan's provocation.
The Old Fox turned to Yang Fei, cupping his hands in salute.
"Thank you, Leader Yang, since that's the case, the Immortal Race will head up the mountain first, farewell!"
After Hebrew finished speaking, his figure leaped up, darting towards the summit like lightning, snow swirling in his wake.
The over 20 elite members of the Immortal Race followed closely behind him, climbing toward the summit.
Nuannuan watched the Immortal Race depart, pouting and sulking.
Yang Fei approached her, whispering softly into the little girl's ear.
"Seeking the destiny is crucial. Next time, I'll peel off that old bat's skin to make you a fur coat, how about that?"
Nuannuan immediately broke into a smile, her eyes glistening as she looked at Yang Fei.
"Uncle, I knew you wouldn't disregard Nuannuan."
Seeing the girl's eyes, as bright as autumn water and full of affection, Yang Fei couldn't help but cover his forehead, feeling a headache.
He looked at the snowy peaks of Mount Everest, his thoughts swirling.
Where on earth has Zeus taken Old Master Wang?
Even at the cost of his life, Yang Fei had to rescue Old Master Wang.
He was the only family Yang Fei had left in this world.
Nuannuan saw the gloomy look on Yang Fei's face and asked curiously.
"Uncle, you seem unhappy?"
Yang Fei nodded.
"My Ancestral Master was captured by villains, perhaps he's in the Dragon Chant Temple."
"For me, finding the destiny is important, but rescuing my Ancestral Master is more so."
Nuannuan clenched her small fists and swung them forcefully.
"Uncle, I'll fight the bad guys with you and definitely rescue Grandfather."
Yang Fei nodded, then shook his head again.
"This enemy is formidable. If we really encounter him, leave it to me. Don't get involved, it's extremely dangerous."
Nuannuan pouted, her big eyes blinked.
"I want to share life and death with Uncle, hee-hee, it's fascinating."
Yang Fei looked at this naive and romantic girl, his heart full of gratitude, wanting to say something but letting out a heavy sigh instead.
The hardest debt to repay is a beauty's kindness; this saying is very true.
The Immortal Race had already advanced up Mount Everest, and everyone felt anxious, all eyes on Yang Fei, waiting for his command.
Invisibly, Yang Fei had become the backbone of more than a hundred strong individuals.
But Yang Fei wasn't in a rush.
The Immortal Race had already ascended the summit, let them lead the way, and probe the realities of the Dragon Chant Temple first.
Half an hour later, Yang Fei led the group, climbing towards Mount Everest.
Mount Everest towered into the clouds, at first, the ascent wasn't too daunting.
But midway, the wind and snow grew fierce, with blizzards sweeping about, everything enshrouded in a white expanse.
Beneath everyone's feet lay centuries-old, unfrozen snow and profound ice, slippery and hard to stand on.
Moreover, there are unfathomable underground ice rivers; a single misstep could spell disaster, even for those with Martial Dao Divine Connection.
At high altitudes, the oxygen thinned gradually, making it difficult to breathe, forcing everyone to slow their pace.
The burly Barbarian people simply took off their boots.
Their fingers and toes, adorned with sharp nails like beastly claws, dug into the slick ice, making it easy to climb.
As for the other martial arts masters, they had long-lasting stamina and extremely powerful Essence Qi.
Each person wielded a dagger or a triangular military spike, embedding it into the ice wall to secure themselves, thus enabling them to climb upward step by step.
At this moment, one's martial arts prowess truly shone through.
The top experts of Yinxue Tower barely needed any tools.
An Zichen floated effortlessly like a snow lotus, gliding upward without leaving a trace.
The Sword Emperor, his longsword slung on his back, moved swiftly, not much slower than An Zichen.
Xue Mingtai and Wen Taikang chatted and laughed, pointing at the scenery, discussing ancient and modern anecdotes, steadily progressing.
Neither took the treacherous terrain in front of them seriously, moving as if walking on flat ground, extremely graceful and free.
Jingtian Chuyi climbed steadily, his steps unadorned but each step solid as a rock.
The Evil Dragon group found scaling such cliffs not particularly arduous.
Fan Yi seemed like a nail; wherever he stopped, he took root, incredibly stable.
As for the others, using ropes and triangular military spikes, they helped each other, chatting and laughing, finding a certain joy in it.
The Night Clan experts remained silent, trailing behind Yang Fei.
In the thick snowstorm, their figures were fleeting, nearly impossible to spot without careful observation.
Ye Shengge and Ye Liuguang closely followed Yang Fei, occasionally casting soft, affectionate glances his way.
Nuannuan departed from the Wu Clan's team, always clinging to Yang Fei's side.
This little girl, spoiled by affection, after climbing a few steps, simply lay on Yang Fei's back, letting him carry her upward.
Not far away, Gonggong and the other Witch Kings shook their heads and sighed; for a generation's Witch Master to be so carefree was truly beyond remedy.