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The feathery snow crashed into the ground in the dark clouds.

It smashed into a tree, bending the branches of a tree; it smashed into a mountain, reducing the distance between the mountain and the ground; it smashed onto Feng Aotian's body, but this 18 year old youth still stubbornly stood on the mountain peak.

"Brat, don't run anymore. You have nowhere else to run, so you should just obediently return with us."

As Ouyang Chunqiu spoke, he waved the blade in his hand. A cold light flashed, reflecting Feng Aotian's eyes filled with hatred, as well as the dark yellow treasured sword three inches wide and six feet long that he held horizontally in front of his chest.

The blade of the dark yellow sword had already been dyed red with blood, which was especially eye-catching in this snow-covered land.

"Bro, this brat won't obediently return with us. I think we should just directly bring him back with us."

The person who spoke was called Ma Yunbiao. He was in his fifties, had a short stature, was holding a three feet long iron fan, and on the iron fan was drawn a red skeleton, as well as three big white words "Door of Hell". This Ma Yunbiao was the leader of the Door of Hell.

"This won't do, we have to live on. If Feng Aotian dies again and we can't obtain the Feng Family's treasure map, then wouldn't all of our efforts have been in vain?"

A cold light flashed in Ouyang Chunqiu's eyes as he finished speaking. Even Ma Yunbiao, who had killed countless people, couldn't help but tremble. At the same time, his face revealed an awkward expression.

When Ouyang Chunqiu saw his expression, a sneer appeared on his face, "Sect Leader Ma, don't worry, Feng AoTian is about to run out of inner energy. As long as it snows down nonstop, he won't be able to run away.

"Alright, we'll do as you say. Let's go together."

After Ma Yunbiao finished speaking, he waved his iron fan and rushed towards Feng Aotian, who was standing in the middle of the group.

"Brothers, let's go, capture Feng AoTian and reward him handsomely."

With Ouyang Chunqiu's shout, over thirty men brandished their weapons and charged towards Feng AoTian.

Snowflakes flew in the air, weapons clanged. Feng Aotian waved the black yellow sword in his hand and began a fierce battle with the 30 over people. As the black yellow sword was unleashed, the wind whistled, creating a series of miserable cries. Not long after, only Feng AoTian, Ouyang Chunqiu, and Ma Yunbiao remained. The others were either dead or injured, but at this time, Feng AoTian was gradually beginning to feel weak. The pain in his dantian was becoming more and more intense.

"Brother Ouyang, this kid is about to die."

As he said this, the iron fan in Ma Yunbiao's hand closed and pierced straight towards Feng AoTian's chest. At this moment, Feng AoTian's dark yellow sword was being pressed down by Ouyang Chunqiu's blade, the tip of the sword had already touched the ground, and it was too late for him to swing the sword and break apart the iron fan. He could only quickly shift his body to the left while fiercely kicking his right leg at Feng AoTian, only to hear Ma Yunbiao let out a heart-wrenching cry as blood spurted out from his crotch.

The Mystical Yellow Sword that was kicked up by Feng AoTian split between Ma Yunbiao's legs, all the way up to his navel, while Feng AoTian himself also had his right shoulder pierced by the iron fan. Luckily, the Mystical Yellow Sword was in his left hand, and the Ninja's shoulder was in extreme pain.

"Good, good skill. As expected of Feng AoTian, I, Ouyang Chunqiu, admire him."

After the deaths of Ma Yunbiao and over thirty people, not only did Ouyang Chunqiu not feel sad, but he even revealed a smile on his face, holding onto his saber with both hands as he looked at Feng AoTian. Feng AoTian did not care about the pain in his shoulder as he wielded the dark yellow sword and was about to stab Ouyang Chunqiu, but as he raised the sword, it powerlessly hung down.

"Young master, things have already come to this, you should come back obediently with me. When I get the Feng Family's treasure map, I will bury you, your grandfather, and your parents together. Every day when the day of your death comes, I will have someone burn an incense for you. My conditions are not bad, right? "

The pain that came from his dantian caused Feng Aotian's body to start trembling, and he had no choice but to rely on the support of the dark yellow sword to barely stand. After hearing Ouyang Chunqiu's words, Feng Aotian couldn't help but look at the dense amount of snow that was falling from the sky and shout, "Don't even think about it." Then with the last of his strength, he swung his sword towards Ouyang Chunqiu. Ouyang Chunqiu did not brandish his blade to meet him head on, but chose to dodge to the left while laughing out loud, but Feng Aotian did not stop to stab Ouyang Chunqiu. His body was still rapidly moving forward, and in front of him was a hundred thousand feet high cliff.

Ouyang Chunqiu angrily brandished his blade, chopping down a large tree that he barely managed to pull in with him. He then took his blade and sprinted down a mountain path, he had to find Feng AoTian, and he wanted to see the corpses of everyone that died, regardless of the cries of the injured people on the mountain peak.

He knew that with his current strength, it was already impossible for him to win against Ouyang Chunqiu. Not to mention fighting, it was even impossible for him to fight back. Rather than letting him grab onto it, it would be better for him to jump off the cliff.

As his body rapidly descended amidst the falling snowflakes, Feng Aotian silently recited in his heart, "Father, Mother, Father, Proud Sky is unfilial. I cannot avenge you."

The thought of these tears washing away the closed eyes, dancing with the snow.

As the Young Master of the Feng Family, the current number one family in the world, Feng Aotian would never have thought that he would have such a day.

His grandfather, Old Master Feng, was even more concerned about this grandson of his and the huge business empire he controlled. Since the age of three, he had asked all the famous teachers under the heavens to teach him literature and martial arts, and by the time he was ten years old, he could already write and write, and could already settle down his country, unable to find a teacher to teach him anymore. Old Master Feng was so happy that when he saw this scene, he could not stop, thinking that if the Feng family had a future, he would die with no regrets.

However, even though Feng AoTian had such a promising future, he was worried about one person, and that was his uncle, Feng Shenglin.

Feng AoTian's father, Feng Shengjie, was the eldest. Feng AoTian's generation only had two brothers in Feng Shengjie's generation, while Feng Shengjie was weak since he was young, and he spent 300 days of his life together with medicine in his sickbed, while Feng Shenglin's health was not sick, but he spent his days leisurely playing around, regardless of whether it was in restaurants or brothels. Feng Aotian's family matters were dark and gloomy, and he grew up with Feng AoTian every single day in his eyes.

After sending off all the guests and leaving only Feng Shengjie, Feng Shenglin and Feng AoTian in the room, the Old Master affectionately embraced Feng AoTian and said: "Ao Tian, don't worry, Grandfather has already interviewed an otherworldly expert. He told me that as long as you find the female sword of the Mystical Yellow Sword, you will be able to insert it into your dantian when you are out of energy. Other than this illness of yours, you will be invincible under the heavens."

The speaker was not interested, the listener was interested. The Old Master's excited words had made Feng Shenglin remember it in his heart. When he returned, he would discuss countermeasures with his subordinates. Ouyang Chunqiu was one of them.

The reason why he came to join Feng Shenglin was because of the huge family business of the Feng family. After hearing this news, he continuously observed the sky for a month, and deduced that there would be a heavy snow on the 28th of the Moon of the previous year, and every year, Feng AoTian would go out to inspect the merchants on his way back. Not long after Feng AoTian had left, they killed Old Feng, Feng Tian's father, Feng Shengjie, Zhang Niang, and all the servants of the Feng family.

Just like Ouyang Chunqiu had predicted, this snow was truly a once in a millennium event. In less than two hours, the snow on the ground was already without knees, but even so, out of the 200 people that Ouyang Chunqiu had brought, only 30 people had been killed by Feng AoTian. When they reached the peak of the mountain, only Ouyang Chunqiu remained.

It was Feng AoTian who deserved to die, even though the heavy snow that he had experienced for the past thousand years had harmed him, it was the snow that had saved him.

The cliff was very deep, but because of the heavy snowfall and the snow falling from the mountain, there was a thick layer of snow at the bottom of the cliff. The accumulated snow from Feng AoTian's fall bore his weight, but even so, Feng AoTian still lost consciousness.

He could not move, and his consciousness had not completely recovered yet. Feng Aotian thought that he had been grabbed by Ouyang Chunqiu, and became anxious, and even after he had exhausted all the potential energy in his body, he immediately flew up and broke free from the confinement. When he landed on the high ground on a thick layer of snow, Feng Ao finally realized that he had been buried in snow just now, and it was already night, the snow had stopped, the wind was howling, and the sky was filled with the sound of the wind.

The wounds on his right shoulder were hurting so much that he had lost all feeling in his right arm. Just now, he felt that the warmth was because of the heavy snow, but now, the cold made his body tremble non-stop as he stood on the snow. Only with the help of the Mystical Yellow Sword in his left hand, was he able to prevent himself from falling on the snow.

Looking at the scene before him, and thinking about the changes at home, a flame of vengeance ignited in Feng AoTian's chest. Since the heavens did not want him to die, then he must live on with all his might. He must avenge Ouyang Chunqiu and the rest.

Thinking like this, Feng Aotian forgot about the cold and the pain. In this ravine, after walking through an unknown depth of snow for a long period of time, the ravine in front of him widened, and on the side of the mountain slope, there was actually a large flat area scattered with dozens of families scattered around. The window of the nearest house even emitted a faint light, causing Feng AoTian to speed up.

"Brother, don't hesitate anymore. There are so many people in the martial arts world who have come here. It seems like a fight is inevitable."

"It's fine, it's fine. What does that have to do with us?"

At this time, another voice impatiently said, "Zhang Fu, are you still my brother? We can't just watch as this jade crab is taken away! "

Listening up to here, Feng AoTian placed the Black Yellow Sword in front of him. Raising his left hand, he wanted to knock on the door, but just as he raised his hand, another tearing pain came from his dantian, causing him to powerlessly fall backwards.

The two brothers in the room didn't know that someone had fainted at their door, but they were still talking loudly.

No matter how valuable this jade crab is, it has nothing to do with us. Furthermore, the legend of the jade crab has been circulating around our region for over a thousand years, and the Emperor has personally sent people to look for it. Aren't they all coming back empty-handed? Brother, let's not think about this jade crab, and just do what we should do! "

The rich man didn't like what he said, so he drank all the wine in the bowl in one gulp. "Bro, I don't like what you're saying. Why do you think we're poor?"

Seeing him like this, Da Fu also shifted his gaze to the window. With a single glance, his eyes widened to the extreme. Through the fresh morning paper in the window, he could see a golden ball of light as if the sun had set outside the window.

"Bro, Bro, what is this? It can't be that the Jade Catching Crab was heard by it to come and kill us!? "

The noble stared out of the window and stammered, his mouth wide open.

"Noble, I say, you must have suffered the fate of a poor person. With your guts, you still want to catch a jade crab. Now that you're scared to this extent, I think you should stop thinking and just do what you need to do!"

The rich man's words immediately roused Da Gui's spirits. He shut his mouth and his eyes returned to their original state.

"Brother, I don't believe it, why should I not be rich? Just you wait, I'll go outside and take a look. If it really is that jade crab, then I'll catch it immediately and let you take a look."

With that, he got off the brick bed and put on his shoes. He then took out a two-foot-long rusted sword from under the kang and pretended to move it around the room.

Even though the sword was full of rust, it was still quite fast. When he was young, he had watched his father use the sword to chop firewood on the mountain, and when the two brothers grew up, they would also use the sword to chop firewood. This sword was really good.

"Okay, go quickly. I'm waiting for you to catch the jade crab."

When he saw that his brother really wasn't going out with him, and he had no choice but to brace himself and pull open the curtain of the inner room door, the golden light coming through the gap in the door made his heart jump for a moment, his right hand holding the sword, his left hand trembling as he pulled open the wooden door, and as soon as the door opened, he saw a person lying at the door. It was Jin Dazhi, who was lying on the floor like a dead man on top of those blood-red clothes.

With the sudden appearance of such a person in front of the door, Da Gui was instantly stupefied. Adding on the fact that he had just drunk quite a bit of alcohol, he was both shocked and frightened by the sudden surge of alcohol. After shouting "Mother", Da Gui's body fell forward.