Volume One: All Things Revive, Four Seasons as Spring Chapter Thirty-Five: Deep Within Kunlun, a Fierce Battle Against the Hordes of Demons

Heaven and earth turned upside down; in that instant, it seemed as if eternity had unfolded. On the other side of the vortex, Mo Wen fell from the sky, landing on pine branches that snapped crisply beneath his feet, the needles covering his ankles. The fresh air was intoxicating.

Setting Lin Xi down, he looked up to see a ray of slanting sunlight piercing through the pine needles. Although he did not know where they were, the sensation of his feet on earthly soil brought him some comfort.

“Little brother, say something sweet and your big sister will take you out of here!” Lin Xi teased, waving her phone playfully. Mo Wen awkwardly realized that his own phone had no signal at all. He rubbed his nose and smiled.

“Nice phone. Get me one like that someday, and take the money out of your dowry,” he joked.

Mo Wen smacked his lips. As a young master from a distinguished clan, his lifestyle far surpassed that of ordinary people. Lin Xi’s phone, equipped with satellite positioning, originated from the Huaxia military. As long as one was on Earth, it never lost connection.

Hearing the word “dowry,” Lin Xi felt a sweetness in her heart and forgot all about teasing Mo Wen. She quickly dialed a number.

After a brief conversation, she hung up and tugged at Mo Wen’s sleeve, her eyes glinting mischievously. “I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?”

Seeing Lin Xi acting mysterious, Mo Wen played along, amusement in his eyes. “Let’s hear the good news first.”

Lin Xi beamed. “The good news is, about ten kilometers west of here, there’s a clearing. A helicopter will come pick us up in an hour, and then we’ll be on our way home!”

Mo Wen waited quietly for her to continue. Lin Xi added, “The bad news is, we’re in the heart of the Kunlun Mountains. I’m afraid it’s not exactly safe here.”

Kunlun Mountains. Mo Wen drew a sharp breath. Wasn’t this the very lair of the demon clans?

Without bothering to explain, he determined the direction, scooped Lin Xi into his arms, and began weaving through the forest.

Heading west, braving thorns and brush, Mo Wen’s heart suddenly lurched. He stopped abruptly. Lin Xi gazed at him dazedly, about to ask a question.

“Shh!” He signaled for her to be quiet. Lin Xi, too, sensed something amiss. The forest was unnaturally silent—where there’s such anomaly, trouble is bound to follow.

Mo Wen’s vigilance was at its peak when, suddenly, a terrifying aura swept past them. Survival instinct drove him to his limits; even while carrying Lin Xi, he leapt dozens of meters in an instant.

A mocking voice exploded beside his ear. “Filthy thing, don’t bother struggling in vain!”

Goosebumps prickled Mo Wen’s scalp. He stopped dead. Ahead, a figure stood with its back to them, blocking their path.

The figure had hair cascading to the waist, a black robe blending with the midnight tresses. Mo Wen carefully set Lin Xi down and cupped his fists in a respectful salute. “Senior, I intruded upon Kunlun Mountain by mistake. Please forgive the disturbance.”

The figure flickered like a mirage, unmoved by Mo Wen’s courtesy, and sneered, “When did disciples of the Buddhist sect dare come to Kunlun Mountain? Who is your bald-headed master?”

Mo Wen gave a wry smile. The pure inner cultivation of the Buddhist sect had always been like a public enemy among cultivators—hated by all, truly a helpless predicament.

Any explanation now would be futile. He silently called for his Sword Dog, but the creature played dead, refusing to appear. Mo Wen’s heart sank. Gritting his teeth, he raised his voice. “Senior, the Dao’s pact must not be broken. I am the chosen inheritor of Tian Sheng’s Sword. Do not drag us into needless disaster!”

The figure sneered with disdain, clearly unimpressed by the name Zhao Tiansheng. With a note of mockery, he replied, “Zhao Tiansheng? Merely a junior, not yet a threat. Even if Lin Wudao himself came for this little girl, what of it?”

Lin Wudao—the current head of the Lin family, one of the few truly transcendent beings in Huaxia! With one sentence, the black-robed man revealed Lin Xi’s identity, as if it were a matter of no consequence.

Mo Wen’s heart grew heavy. This black-robed figure was undoubtedly a transcendent—so powerful it was suffocating.

The stranger never turned to face him. Mo Wen racked his brains for a way to escape, circulating his inner energy to its utmost, ready to act at any moment. Yet the figure only gave a cold snort before vanishing without a trace.

No time for relief. Mo Wen lifted Lin Xi and fled again, but before they had gone a hundred meters, a thunderous noise surrounded them. Heavy footsteps drew closer from all sides. Looking around, he saw that wild beasts of all kinds had surrounded them, leaving no room to escape.

At the head of the beast horde was a creature with a tiger’s head and a man’s body. The tiger-headed being let out a low, decisive roar.

“Kill!”

At the command, wild beasts lunged from every direction. Leading the charge were several enormous forest wolves, gleaming fangs bared as they howled and leapt at Mo Wen.

Starlit Brilliance!

To his delight, Mo Wen found that after his ordeal in the Black Prison, his once-stagnant cultivation had become far more refined. Clearly, his master’s master had left him with some real benefits.

Fist Suppresses Mountains and Rivers!

He unleashed his fist technique, blasting the wolves that leapt at him. Within moments, they lay dead at his feet. More wild beasts surged forward, but fortunately, their cultivation was not high—merely at the Divine Pivot level. Mo Wen fought like a martial Buddha, Buddhist inner energy fusing with the Starlit Brilliance technique. Wherever his fists struck, demon beasts fell in heaps.

While Mo Wen managed easily enough, Lin Xi began to falter, repeatedly finding herself in danger. Knowing he couldn’t hold out for long, Mo Wen swept aside several beasts attacking Lin Xi and suddenly erupted with power. With a force like thunder, he gathered his energy and struck the tiger-headed leader with a full-force punch.

Mo Wen’s speed was blinding. The tiger-headed man, caught off guard, took the blow head-on, flying backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing through several thick tree trunks along the way.

The tiger-headed man coughed up several mouthfuls of golden blood, his face full of disbelief. When their leader was defeated, the rest of the beasts froze in terror and awe.

“What kind of fist technique is that?” the tiger-headed man gasped.

Mo Wen ignored him, seizing the chance to break through the encirclement with Lin Xi in his arms, sprinting at full speed. The trees thinned, and suddenly the forest opened up ahead. A clearing, about a mile off, was in sight!

Lin Xi urged the helicopter to hurry and glanced anxiously at Mo Wen. “The chopper will need at least twenty minutes at its fastest. Can you hold out?”

“We’ll have to try,” Mo Wen replied with a bitter smile. That tiger-headed man was halfway to breaking through to true transcendence—only the head remained untransformed. His strength was terrifying. Mo Wen’s surprise attack had succeeded, but he’d failed to kill him outright.

And who knew how many more transcendent demon beasts lurked in the Kunlun Mountains? If that transcendent in the black robe intervened directly, all hope would be lost.

Still, as long as he fought, there was a sliver of hope.

Unexpectedly, the beasts behind them did not pursue. Mo Wen safely reached the clearing, though his nerves remained taut.

The open ground, about the size of a soccer field, was barren, not a blade of grass growing—bare blue stones lay exposed. Mo Wen’s pupils contracted. Twenty meters ahead, a figure in red seemed to have awaited them for some time.

Her red skirt ribbons danced in the wind. Slender jade arms held a long sword. Her exquisitely beautiful face was cold as frost; her proud curves made Mo Wen’s gaze linger, if only for a heartbeat.

A peerless beauty.

But there was no time for admiration. The woman in red had already locked onto him with her energy. Before he could speak, she raised her sword and thrust straight at him.

The blade had not yet arrived, but its edge already threatened death. Mo Wen instinctively rolled away, dragging Lin Xi with him, narrowly dodging the strike.

Before he could catch his breath, the woman slashed at him again. Mo Wen roared, scooped Lin Xi up, and flung her behind him with all his might. He summoned his inner energy and prepared to use the Starlit Brilliance technique once more.

The woman moved with ethereal grace. Her sword flicked, easily dodging Mo Wen’s fist aura. With a flurry of strikes, several sword beams shot toward Mo Wen.

There was no escape. Desperation surged in Mo Wen’s heart. He glanced longingly at Lin Xi, filled with reluctance.

Suddenly, he was struck by a flash of insight. Instead of retreating, he leaped forward, gathering all his energy into his fists, and charged straight into the sword beams.

Universe Within!

Starlit Brilliance, Second Form!

His twin fists crashed forth; heaven and earth seemed to change color. The energy of his punches swept like a gale, instantly shattering the woman’s sword beams. Her long sword broke inch by inch. Like a bird with broken wings, she plummeted from the sky.

Mo Wen, his energy utterly spent, collapsed to the ground. Lin Xi rushed to hold him. As he slipped into unconsciousness, the distant whir of helicopter blades reached them. His expression relaxed at last, and he fell into a deep sleep.