Yang Fei nodded and suddenly remembered something, asking Nuannuan a question.

"By the way, in the Wu Clan, how many experts like Gonggong are there?"

Nuannuan chuckled, giving Yang Fei a sidelong glance.

"The Wu Clan's Twelve Branches each have a Witch King. Aside from Ju Mang Gate, the other branches all have a Sect Leader, whose power is about the same as Gonggong's."

"And that's not even counting the Four Law Kings of the Ancestral Altar, the Temple Knights, and the profoundly powerful Witch Master. Can you imagine how enormous the Wu Clan's power is?"

Yang Fei was stunned. He had never imagined that an Ancient Remnant Clan would possess such overwhelming foundation.

However, upon reflection, Yang Fei felt relieved.

The Wu Clan's history is likely even longer than human history. With thousands of years of accumulation, and not fearing Divine Punishment, it's reasonable they have such a foundation.

Nuannuan was very proud of the Wu Clan, letting out a soft sigh.

"If it weren't for the internal struggles among the Twelve Branches—constant open and covert fights causing loss of many good hands—our Wu Clan would certainly have more experts."

Yang Fei nodded: "I completely agree with you. By the way, what are your plans for the Twelve Branches' attack on the Holy Peak?"

Nuannuan slightly furrowed her brow: "What else can I plan?"

"I belong to the Ancestral Altar. I must hurry back and swear to fight against the Twelve Branches alongside my brothers, to protect the Holy Peak."

At this point, she stopped walking and looked deeply at Yang Fei.

"Uncle, you're not part of the Wu Clan. There's no need to get involved. Once your friends are saved, leave quickly."

Yang Fei nodded: "Nuannuan, if you find no way out, why not leave with me?"

"I'm tired of constantly watching these muddled folks of the Wu Clan fighting mindlessly."

Nuannuan sighed, showing a face full of worry.

"Who wouldn't agree? But I can't. I was born into the Wu Clan, and there's no way I could be uninvolved."

As they talked, they traveled far.

Along the way, the two often encountered retreating small groups of mercenaries, but Yang Fei and Nuannuan were masters, often dodging in advance.

When unavoidable, Yang Fei would ruthlessly eliminate any mercenary daring to attack him.

This way, after traveling for more than half a month, the two finally emerged from the Great Desert.

Looking far, they saw the undulating mountain formations of the Karst landscape, the towering Gangsi Fandi Mountain Range, reaching into the clouds, covered in snow, and the blue sky as clear as a polished mirror.

Nearby, there was an endless expanse of wilderness, with lush green grass and a river winding like a ribbon, meandering across the prairie.

Having traversed the barren and desolate desert, with sights all colored yellowish soil, they now witnessed such beauty, which made Yang Fei and Nuannuan very happy.

Nuannuan, proud and excited, pointed into the distance and shouted.

"Uncle, see this? This is my Wu Clan's Sacred Land, where we've been secluded for thousands of years."

Yang Fei couldn't help but be skeptical. Such a place, seemingly lacking defensive advantage, how could it be the Wu Clan's Sacred Land?

Nuannuan noticed Yang Fei's doubt and smiled.

"Rest assured, our Ancestral Altar Sacred Land isn't here. I'll take you there."

Two days later, Yang Fei and Nuannuan arrived at the foot of the towering and majestic Gangsi Fandi Mountain Range.

Yang Fei looked up at the mountain range, only to see its towering cliffs like a pen stand.

The mountain ridges were made of black rock, barren, and vaguely visible in the mid-mountain bands were patches of snow.

Yang Fei gasped, asking Nuannuan a question.

"Is the Ancestral Altar on this snow-covered peak?"

Nuannuan smiled smugly.

"That's the rear mountain. The front mountain is probably surrounded by the mercenaries of the Twelve Branches. We'll climb up from the back."

Yang Fei nodded. Having scaled the summit of Mount Everest, this rear mountain, though steep, couldn't compare to Mount Everest.

Bang!

Just then, a muffled sound came from the front mountain, mixed with rapid sounds like beans frying.

Yang Fei's face changed color. He immediately recognized it as the sound of missile strikes and heavy machine gun fire.

Nuannuan heard it too, grinding her teeth.

"Bastards! They're really attacking the Holy Peak. We need to hurry up!"

Nuannuan led Yang Fei to start climbing along the cliff face.

The cliff was extremely steep, impossible for ordinary people to climb, a natural barrier. Even for Yang Fei and Nuannuan, it was a strenuous climb.

However, Yang Fei soon discovered that this seemingly impassable cliff was not without paths.

Whenever they faced an impassable point, Nuannuan always found a foothold to continue climbing.

During such times, there'd often be a vine or a broken steel plate wedged in the rock crevice offering support. It seemed perilous, but it wasn't impossible.

Yang Fei began to understand and asked Nuannuan a question.

"Do you often sneak down this way?"

Nuannuan laughed like a little Fox Spirit.

"Of course! The world outside is so fun. If not, how would you meet this beautiful lady?"

Yang Fei chuckled, half annoyed, half amused: "You're so mischievous. Didn't your parents ever beat you with the Pi Gu?"

Nuannuan's face instantly turned gloomy, her expression tense.

"I was born never having seen my mother, and as for my father... hmph, I don't want to talk about it."

Yang Fei saw Nuannuan's hurt expression, realizing this little girl had a very pitiful background, feeling a surge of sympathy for her.

He let out a long sigh: "I'm the same. I still don't know who my parents are."

"There's one guy I often dream about, but I don't know who he is to me."

Nuannuan was a bit taken aback, then her eyes reddened: "I didn't expect, Uncle, you're pitiable too."

Yang Fei laughed heartily: "I don't feel pitiful myself, but I despise this rootless feeling."

As they chatted, they kept climbing. Soon, they reached the summit, several hundred yards high.

Yang Fei looked up, seeing the peak like a Military Spike, piercing the blue sky.

A few eagles circled above, but couldn't fly past the summit.

And beneath the cliff, a thin mist made it hard to see the landscape below.

The mountain wind blew fiercely, causing Yang Fei's clothes to flutter, almost like an immortal, seemingly ready for Ascension.

Nuannuan gazed upward, the mountain wind blowing her cheeks to a rosy hue, making her appear more radiant.

She joyfully said: "Just a little further, we can rest. There's a stone platform that I usually daydream on."

Yang Fei nodded, and at that moment, he suddenly sensed a foreboding aura, Turtle Extreme subtly warning him.

Yang Fei's heart tightened. His Martial Arts growing more profound, and Turtle Extreme's reactions becoming more acute, the sense of danger was definitely not baseless.

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