Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

”Shoo!”

A piercing, ethereal sound echoed through the sky, startling a flock of birds and beasts.

”Shoo!”

”Shoo!”

”Shoo!”

Soon, one after another, these sharp, ethereal sounds rose up not far away.

This was the sound produced by the special whistle arrows of Loulan after firing, sharp and lingering.

”Your Majesty, our whistle arrow sounded in the northwest direction,” the Moon Slave reported to Yue Yuxi.

No sooner did she finish speaking than a red figure shot out from the carriage, landing on a treetop, lightly tapped, and gracefully leaped, leaving behind afterimages as it sped toward the distance.

”Your Majesty...”

The personal guards on the snow below, seeing this, hurriedly chased after in shock and panic.

...

A quarter-hour earlier, due to her cultivation not yet recovered, Zhao Qianyi couldn’t sense anyone approaching. Seeing Chen Mo covering his mouth and nose, struggling to breathe, she immediately started to struggle, making muffled sounds.

Chen Mo quickly raised his hand and gestured with his fingers.

Zhao Qianyi immediately understood and stopped struggling, allowing Chen Mo to cover her.

But one can only hold their breath for so long, and with the searcher approaching the Bear Cave, showing signs of entering, Chen Mo took a deep breath, instructed her to hold the Tianwen on his back, and softly said, ”Hold tight.”

Zhao Qianyi nodded.

Chen Mo gathered his strength, ready to spring.

Upon sensing an invader from the Desolate Kingdom reaching the cave entrance, Chen Mo suddenly hurled a spear, his entire body leaping like a fierce leopard.

”Pffth!”

The soldier from the Desolate Kingdom, just about to check the cave entrance, felt an abrupt chill. His whole body was blown backward, pinned fiercely to a tree by a spear.

With a thud, the snow at the treetop fell, and as the soldiers around saw the figure dashing out from the cave, they closed their eyes completely.

His death also drew the nearby patrolling soldiers, but before any action, the rushing figure pulled the spear nailed to the tree; True Qi surging, a terrifying spear light shot out.

Swoosh, swoosh—blood spattered out, and round heads rolled, staining the snow red.

After dealing with them, Chen Mo wasted no time and headed southward.

However, his whereabouts were exposed.

The sharp sounds resonated behind him.

”It’s the Desolate Kingdom’s whistle arrow, only the personal guards of the Queen of Loulan have it; the Queen of Loulan has come herself...” Hearing this familiar sound, Zhao Qianyi, clinging tightly to Chen Mo’s neck, frowned.

”She must be here for you, Princess?” Chen Mo hadn’t exposed his identity, so it shouldn’t have prompted the Queen of Loulan to come personally.

Zhao Qianyi did not deny it.

”Even if she comes in person, so what? It’s not certain she can keep me here.” Chen Mo smiled calmly, reassuring Zhao Qianyi.

”Be careful...”

Just as Chen Mo finished his sentence, a black shadow wielding twin hammers appeared in the trees ahead, startling Zhao Qianyi into quickly warning him.

Chen Mo’s expression changed slightly, feeling that this black shadow’s strength was unusual. Not wanting to get entangled, he was about to change direction but found the pursuers from behind closing in.

”Hold on tight, Princess,”

Chen Mo took a deep breath, quickly gripped the spear’s shaft, focused on the black shadow, and with a flash, struck with a cold glint.

Upon closer inspection, he found the person exceedingly small, around 1.5 meters tall, but with a remarkably handsome face. Wielding twin hammers, he presented a stark contrast, a middle-aged man in a black fur coat.

Even Chen Mo couldn’t help but be taken aback for a moment.

In that instant, the small man slammed a hammer onto the spear’s tip, redirecting the attack, while the other hammer swung toward Chen Mo’s head.

The hammer was much larger than Chen Mo’s head, likely weighing over a hundred pounds; if struck, even he might not withstand it.

Here, the spear’s disadvantage was evident, being too long for a quick defense.

He directly abandoned the spear, grabbed the Tianwen from Zhao Qianyi, and shielded himself.

”Clang!”

The sound of weapons clashing and sparks flying arose as the hammer hit the sword, but Chen Mo did not take a step back.

”Huh?” The small middle-aged man let out a sound of surprise, clearly underestimating Chen Mo’s strength.

The next second, his pupils contracted, feeling as if the world had turned black and white. With a swoosh, Chen Mo, originally in front, suddenly appeared behind him. Sensing something, he looked down to see a fine line across his chest from a sharp weapon, deep to the bone, with blood yet to seep out.

”Pffth...” Chen Mo reversed the sword, stabbing into the middle-aged man’s back, piercing through his chest, then swiftly withdrawing.

With a soft thud, the man fell into a pool of blood, his twin hammers rolling beside him.

Chen Mo didn’t spare him a glance, with a wave of his hand, sucked the spear into his hand as it quivered on the ground.

”Second-Grade Martial Artist, imitating others in road-blocking.” Leaving behind a light remark, Chen Mo never turned back as he leaped into the distance.

Less than five minutes after Chen Mo left, Yue Yuxi arrived, glanced at the dead Second-Grade Martial Artist known in Jianghu as Life-taking Hammer King Zhang Shun, furrowed her brows, and with a mocking ”Waste,” pursued him again.

...

The cold wind howled, and the mountain forest was a vast expanse of white; who knows how many hours had passed.

Chen Mo held the spear with both hands, sprinting wildly in the forest, glancing at the two sides, seeing two groups of Desolate Kingdom barbarians, spaced fifty paces apart.

His gaze shifted to the steep cliff ahead, knowing that once over this peak, he could break through the enemy’s ambush.

Chen Mo quickened his pace but abruptly halted as a team of figures appeared ahead, shields ready; following a gesture from the leading general, archers aimed in unison at Chen Mo.

”Whew...” Chen Mo exhaled long and slow, visible in the freezing snow.

”Hold tight, it’s time to fight for our lives,” Chen Mo said softly.

Zhao Qianyi clung tightly to Chen Mo’s neck, sword pointing backward to avoid harming him, squeezing her legs around Chen Mo’s waist to free his hands.

”Zing—”

Chen Mo scraped his heel hard against the ground, creating a trail, snow flying, his entire body soaring, Heaven and Earth Lose Color fully unleashed, enveloping forward.

”Fire!”

With a wave of the leading general’s hand.

”Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

A storm of arrows shot toward Chen Mo.

Chen Mo swung the longsword, spinning like a wheel of wind and fire, deflecting all the arrows.