The Speedrun Begins with Choosing Hunter

Chapter 432: Chapter 407: Life-and-Death Battle (2)

Such an action was simply insane.

Li Chengyuan himself was a Mingxin Peak Grandmaster. Without using the power of the state, his strength wasn’t much different from Linghu Yang’s.

’Could Bai Yuan really defeat Linghu Yang in just one year?’

This time, even Li Chengyuan found it somewhat absurd.

However, he still chose to believe in Bai Yuan. It was only a year, a wait he could afford.

In fact, Bai Yuan had already advanced his plans significantly. The current progress had already exceeded his expectations, so waiting a little longer was no issue.

After reporting on the events in Lingzhou, Han Changnian stood quietly in the Imperial Study, saying no more.

A smile played on Li Chengyuan’s lips. "Han Aiqing, do you think Bai Qing will win?"

"..."

Han Changnian: "It will be difficult."

Li Chengyuan nodded.

’Of course, I know it’s a near-impossible task, but what if...’

"Summon the Ministers of Personnel and War. We have an important matter to discuss."

"Yes."

The old eunuch outside the door responded.

For some reason, Li Chengyuan felt that Bai Yuan would actually win. And if he really did win, the Court would have to prepare to completely annihilate the Celestial Profound Sect.

...

「Xiangzhou, Northern Garrison Army camp.」

A new figure appeared in the Central Army Tent.

"Master, this disciple wishes to go to the Northern Plains."

Bai Yuan stood obediently beside Dong Wanjun.

Dong Wanjun’s tone was calm. "Have you thought this through? The Northern Plains are devoid of morality and rules. It’s a place where you’re more likely to die than live."

"This disciple knows."

"Alright, then go."

Seeing Bai Yuan’s resolute attitude, Dong Wanjun didn’t try to persuade him further.

His disciple’s current strength was in no way inferior to his own. Since he was a powerhouse in his own right, he was entitled to his own ideas. All he needed was to think things through and then act without reservation.

He himself had gone to the Northern Plains back in the day. If he could go, then his disciple naturally could too.

Dong Wanjun said, "I will cover up the news of you going to the Northern Plains."

"Thank you, Master."

Joy filled Bai Yuan’s heart.

He could have secretly crossed the Great Wall into the Northern Plains on his own, but he had chosen to visit Xiangzhou first. On one hand, it was out of respect for Old Dong. On the other, it was precisely because he hoped for assistance.

Countless eyes from the many sects in the world were now fixed on him. He needed someone to erase his tracks north.

Dong Wanjun looked at his disciple, filled with emotion.

News from Lingzhou had already reached Xiangzhou: Bai Yuan had made a life-and-death pact with Linghu Yang, the Sect Leader of the Celestial Profound Sect.

To think that master and disciple had once met in the small town of Qinghe—no one could have predicted that they would both reach such heights.

And now Bai Yuan was about to single-handedly challenge a great sect that had dominated the Northern Territory for ten thousand years.

Such progress was truly astonishing.

Bai Yuan bid farewell to Old Dong and left the camp under the cover of night, walking toward the colossal, cloud-piercing wall.

Not long after Bai Yuan left, Jiedu Envoy He Xinping arrived at the Central Army Tent.

He looked at Dong Wanjun’s impassive face and felt a headache coming on.

’I almost wish I were weaker, then I wouldn’t have to know that Bai Yuan visited the Northern Garrison Army.’

Although he didn’t know what this master and disciple pair were plotting, it was easy to see from the recent events with the Celestial Profound Sect that it was surely something big.

"I just want to retire peacefully and return to my hometown."

He Xinping gave a helpless, bitter smile.

Dong Wanjun glanced at He Xinping. "Lord He, I must ask you not to leave the Northern Garrison Army for the next year."

Hearing this, He Xinping rolled his eyes.

However, he had no intention of objecting to Dong Wanjun’s suggestion.

He had been stationed with the Northern Garrison Army for several years without leaving even for a moment. Another year didn’t matter. Besides, he suspected that whatever Bai Yuan was up to was likely sanctioned by His Majesty the Emperor, so it was best for him to cooperate fully.

"I’ll just pretend I didn’t see anything."

He Xinping waved his sleeve listlessly and turned to leave the tent.

After seeing He Xinping off, Dong Wanjun glanced toward the Northern Plains.

’I made quite a name for myself in the Northern Plains before and made many friends because of it. This time, Bai Yuan is going there, and he’s even stronger than I was back then. If he runs into any of my old friends, it’s sure to be interesting.’

As he thought about it, a rare smile appeared on Dong Wanjun’s serious face.

...

The Northern Plains have no spring, no summer, and not even an autumn.

The areas closer to Xuan Yang still had lush water and grass, but farther out, there was only endless wind and snow.

Perhaps it was because of this harsh environment that the barbarian tribes living here were so much more ferocious than the Profound People.

In the vast, boundless snowfield, a lone figure walked slowly.

Bai Yuan looked up. A snowflake landed right on his forehead, soon followed by a second, a third... until they nearly blinded him.

’What heavy snow...’

He marveled inwardly.

Although he was from Northern Ling Province, he had never seen such a heavy snowfall.

’As expected of the Northern Plains.’

Before he knew it, he had been in the Northern Plains for a month.

According to his original plan, he should still be on the grasslands not far from Xuan Yang. It was all because he had killed a powerhouse from the Demon Sect, which led to two other Demon Sect powerhouses joining forces to hunt him down, forcing him to flee into the snowfields.

That’s right—he hadn’t come to the Northern Plains for a tour. He had come only to kill.

Compared to the strict rules of Xuan Yang, the Northern Plains were actually more suitable for Bai Yuan’s growth.

Bai Yuan had long thought of joining the Northern Garrison Army to hunt in the Northern Plains, but his strength had been too low back then. One misstep would have led to a fall from which there was no recovery.

Now, the time was finally ripe.

He now possessed the Nine Heavens Profound Soldiers. If pushed to the brink, even a Divine Communication Powerhouse wouldn’t get the better of him.

It was only with this absolute power as his backing that he had finally decided to head north.

And as it turned out, the Northern Plains were indeed a perfect fit for him.

There were no rules to speak of here. Although the Demon Sect had established a loose organization, aside from joining forces to invade the south, the Demon Race, Demons, and barbarian tribes of the Northern Plains continued to live primitive, savage lives.

Here, the weak were prey for the strong, and survival of the fittest was the only law.

Bai Yuan snuck into a Demon Sect military camp and single-handedly annihilated a battalion of experts.

Xuan Yang and the Demon Sect were mortal enemies, so the slaughter placed no psychological burden on him.

But just as he was preparing to raid the next Demon Sect camp, it so happened that a Vice Tower Master of the Soul-Chasing Tower was hiding there.

What an unfortunate coincidence. Bai Yuan had no choice but to begrudgingly hunt down the Vice Tower Master for three days and three nights, finally turning him into poisonous water in a frozen river.

However, this attracted the attention of the Demon Sect. Two Mingxin Pass powerhouses from the Demon Sect joined forces to pursue him for several thousand li, forcing him to escape to the snowfields.

Although he had the ability to kill a Mingxin Grandmaster, unlike a Divine Communication Powerhouse who could crush enemies with absolute power, he relied on his well-rounded, flawless combat abilities to wear his enemies down to their deaths.

Once he ran into two Mingxin Pass Martial Artists working together, his only option was to flee.

Fortunately, his Cloud Ladder Leap, empowered by the Divine Mansion Technique, was incredibly formidable, allowing him to easily shake the two of them off his trail.

Although he had caused considerable trouble, the benefits were also enormous.

After slaughtering the camp, his Demon-Breaking Fist was elevated to the Legendary level in just one short month, and he successfully opened his eleventh Divine Mansion.

He only needed to open two more Divine Mansions to complete the third layer of the Divine Mansion Technique.

By then, his strength would surely soar once again.

This was the source of his confidence in challenging Linghu Yang—the power of the Divine Mansion Technique was far beyond imagination.

The wind and snow grew stronger.

Fortunately, with his current physical constitution, Bai Yuan was no longer afraid of the external wind and cold. Otherwise, trekking long distances in such weather would have been no easy feat.

’No wonder such a harsh environment bred such violent temperaments in the Demon Race and barbarian tribes.’

Here, to survive, one had to fight tooth and nail.

The harder the life, the stronger the fighting spirit—this had been the principle since ancient times.

Otherwise, Xuan Yang wouldn’t have been defeated multiple times by the Demon Sect’s disorganized army. If the Demon Sect hadn’t voluntarily engaged in a war of attrition in the Northern Territory, the casualties would have been even more tragic, and Emperor Li Chengyuan would never have dared to turn his attention to cleaning up the Jianghu.

The true strength of the Demon Sect had yet to be fully revealed.

In his time in the Northern Plains, Bai Yuan had also come to feel its power.

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