Transmigrating Into a Fantasy World: Signing in During Pregnancy, Reaching the Summit with My Childhood Sweetheart

65: Chapter 65: Storms Outside the Valley and the Cry of the Mystic Ice SwordLin Mo’s warning and Su Muxue’s Perception took effect almost simultaneously!

The sudden aura did not deliberately conceal itself; instead, it carried an unrestrained sense of probing, rapidly approaching from the direction of the valley entrance! There were about a dozen people, their cultivation levels uneven, but two or three of the auras were quite strong, at least at the mid to Late Foundation Establishment Stage, and there might even be an Early Golden Core Cultivator overseeing them!

For such a group to suddenly appear in this remote valley was no coincidence!

Su Muxue instantly retracted all her overflowing aura. She gathered Lin Mo’s light sphere into her embrace, and her figure slid silently into the dense thicket beside her like a ghost. Profound Yin Qi naturally circulated, blending her aura almost completely with the surrounding environment. Even her body temperature rapidly dropped, becoming as cold as a stone. Unless one’s cultivation was far superior to hers and they were deliberately probing, it would be extremely difficult to detect her.

Holding her breath, her ice-blue eyes peered sharply through the gaps in the foliage toward the valley entrance.

The sound of footsteps and voices grew closer.

”...Are you sure it’s this way? That strange spatial fluctuation earlier!” A slightly hurried young man’s voice rang out.

”The Compass needle became chaotic right here, but the residual spatial aura is unmistakable! Something definitely came out from inside!” Another voice spoke with certainty.

”Everyone, stay alert! The Elder said that the Burial Ancient Abyss has been experiencing frequent disturbances recently. Anything that emerges from the Abyss, be it person or object, is of utmost importance and must be captured!” A commanding middle-aged voice barked, leaving no room for doubt.

The Burial Ancient Abyss? An Elder?

Su Muxue’s heart sank heavily! Were these people actually targeting the Burial Ancient Abyss? And they seemed to be part of an organized force! Who was the Elder they mentioned? Could it be... Her mind instantly flashed to that mysterious person wearing the White Mask! Were they his accomplices?

Soon, the figures of the group appeared at the valley entrance.

There were thirteen in total, all wearing matching dark blue martial attire with a small, peculiarly shaped bronze Compass emblem embroidered on their sleeves. Most were at the Late Qi Refining to Early Foundation Establishment Stage. Leading them were three middle-aged men whose auras were distinctly more powerful. One of them had an arrogant expression and sharp eyes, with a subtle yet powerful Spiritual Qi fluctuation around him—he was unmistakably an Early Golden Core Cultivator! The other two were at the Late Foundation Establishment Stage.

They held various Magical Artifacts—compasses, Formation Flags, ropes, and the like—clearly prepared in advance and skilled in tracking and capture.

The Golden Core Cultivator’s gaze swept across the entire valley like lightning, finally settling on the patch of grass where Su Muxue had previously been meditating and regulating her breath. There still lingered faint energy fluctuations and a barely detectable trace of spatial aura.

”Someone was indeed here! They left not long ago!” The Golden Core Cultivator snorted coldly, his Divine Sense spreading out like quicksilver, meticulously probing every inch of the ground.

Su Muxue’s heart leaped into her throat. She pushed her Profound Yin Concealment Technique to its limit, and even the Lin Mo in her embrace fell into complete stillness, his light sphere dimming like an ordinary stone.

The Golden Core Cultivator’s Divine Sense swept past the thicket where she was hiding several times, pausing slightly as if sensing an incongruous chill, but it did not detect anything specific and eventually moved on.

”Search! They must still be nearby! Be careful; anyone who can emerge from such a place is no easy mark!” The Golden Core Cultivator ordered.

The other Cultivators immediately scattered, forming a loose search Formation. They began meticulously combing every corner of the valley, gradually closing in on the direction where Su Muxue was hiding.

Trouble!

Su Muxue’s eyes turned icy. The opponents were prepared, numerous, and had a Golden Core Cultivator overseeing them. She had just endured a great battle, was physically and mentally exhausted, her strength not yet recovered. Lin Mo was in a weakened state. A direct confrontation held no chance of victory.

She had to find a way to escape!

Her gaze swiftly scanned the surroundings, searching for a possible breakout route. The valley was surrounded by steep mountains on three sides, difficult to climb. The only exit was already blocked by the opponents. Behind the waterfall? Or... Just as her mind raced, an Early Foundation Establishment Cultivator had already searched near the thicket where she was hiding. He held a Bronze Mirror for detecting Spiritual Qi, sweeping it left and right.

The mirror’s light swept over the thicket, and the mirror’s surface immediately frosted over with an abnormal white layer, its needle trembling slightly!

”There’s something here...” The Cultivator immediately sensed the anomaly and was about to shout—

Swish!

An extremely cold, ice-blue Sword Qi shot out from the thicket without warning! Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

The Sword Qi contained not only pure Profound Yin Cold Qi but also a trace of sharp, boundless, and majestic Lingxiao Sword Intent!

The Foundation Establishment Cultivator had no time to react. his protective Spiritual Light was pierced through as easily as paper! A tiny red dot appeared between his eyebrows, and then his entire head was instantly frozen. His face still bore an expression of shock as he toppled straight backward, devoid of life!

Su Muxue’s figure shot out from the thicket like an arrow from a bowstring, aiming directly for the steeper, more densely forested cliff face on the valley’s flank! She chose a direction that wasn’t the exit, intending to force a breakout by relying on the complex terrain!

”There she is!”

”Stop her!”

The sudden change caught the other Cultivators off guard, but they reacted immediately. The glow of various Spells and Magical Artifacts instantly lit up, hurtling toward her! Especially the two Late Foundation Establishment Cultivators, who reacted the fastest. A flying dagger and a golden net Magical Artifact, carrying sharp gusts of wind, blocked her path!

The leading Golden Core Cultivator snorted coldly. His figure blurred, appearing in the air above and ahead of Su Muxue as if teleporting, and he struck down with his palm! Vast spiritual power transformed into a massive earthen-yellow palm, carrying a heavy, oppressive force, descending upon her head!

”Profound Yin Barrier!” Su Muxue cried out sharply. Frigid air erupted around her, instantly condensing several thick profound ice shields in front of her. The surface of the shields faintly shimmered with black-green sword patterns!

Boom! Boom! Crash!

The flying dagger and golden net were barely blocked by the profound ice shields, erupting in violent energy fluctuations. But the Golden Core Cultivator’s giant palm shattered the layers of ice shields as if crushing dry weeds!

Using the force of the recoil, Su Muxue forcefully twisted her body, spitting out a mouthful of blood. She narrowly avoided the core of the palm strike, only being grazed by its edge, suffering another shock. Yet, her speed did not decrease; instead, it increased. She shot toward the dense forest on the cliff face like a meteor!

”Hmm? Such strange cold Qi! And Sword Intent?!” The Golden Core Cultivator uttered a sound of surprise, clearly not expecting the opponent to successively block attacks and use the force to escape. Especially that technique of blending sword within ice—he had never heard of such a thing!

”After her! Dead or alive! She must be captured!” A flash of anger crossed his face as he took the lead, transforming into a streak of light in pursuit! The other Cultivators also followed, pouring a continuous stream of attacks toward Su Muxue’s fleeing back.

Su Muxue pushed her movement technique to the limit, weaving through the dense forest, using trees and rocks to evade the attacks from behind. The zhenyuan remnant sword in her hand occasionally slashed out sharp ice-blue Sword Qi behind her to hinder the pursuers. Her face grew increasingly pale; new and old injuries flared up simultaneously, and her spiritual power was being heavily depleted.

A rapid thought transmission came from Lin Mo in her embrace: ”Left! Three hundred meters ahead, there’s an area of Misty Miasma! It might temporarily block Divine Sense!”

Su Muxue did not hesitate and immediately changed direction.

However, the Golden Core Cultivator behind her was too fast and had already closed in again. A sharp finger wind shot through the air, aimed directly at the center of her back!

At this critical moment, Su Muxue fiercely swung the zhenyuan remnant sword behind her to block!

Clang!

The finger wind struck the sword body, producing a metallic clang! The tremendous force numbed her arm, and the zhenyuan sword nearly flew from her grasp!

But using this force, her speed increased yet again. She plunged headlong into the dense, white, foggy miasma ahead!

Her figure was instantly swallowed by the mist.

”Hmph! A petty trick! Do you think mere miasma can help you escape?” The Golden Core Cultivator stopped at the edge of the miasma. Probing it with his Divine Sense, he found this miasma rather peculiar—it could significantly weaken and interfere with Divine Sense detection!

”Form up! Seal off this area! Search through it inch by inch! She’s at the end of her rope; she can’t have gone far!” He ordered with a grim expression.

The Cultivators in dark blue martial attire immediately spread out, summoning Formation Flags and beginning to set up a sealing Formation.

Deep within the miasma, Su Muxue leaned against a cold, giant rock, breathing heavily, blood continuously trickling from the corner of her mouth. She glanced at the still-silent Lin Mo in her embrace, then sensed the rapidly forming sealing Formation outside. A flash of resolve passed through her ice-blue eyes.

It seemed... another fierce battle was imminent.

She gently tightened her grip on the zhenyuan remnant sword in her hand.