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The horse-drawn carriage stopped by the Tavern, where a group of children frolicked in the snow, running around joyfully in their thin clothes, seemingly oblivious to the cold.
The children splashed snow at each other, making the scene even more chaotic. They looked like little snowmen, laughing heartily without a care for the patrons inside the Tavern.
No one paid them any mind. In the midst of the sudden turmoil of war, the sight of those carefree children brought a hint of warmth to the faces of those burdened with heavy hearts inside the Tavern.
Gu Ping, having just sipped a cup of warm wine, watched the children playing outside. Since their migration, those kids had not caused any trouble, which saved Yang Yan and Han Yu a lot of worry.
On one hand, it was thanks to Yang Yan and Han Yu's care; on the other hand, it was because they were all pitiful souls without homes. Gu Ping and his companions were like a backbone for those children; wherever Gu Ping went, that was where their home was.
It seemed Gu Ping had thought of something. Yang Yan warmed another pot of wine and said, "I rushed out earlier and didn’t have time to tell him that Bu Luo left a message at Red Maiden's place. He should be able to reply in a few months. Besides, I don’t deny that I left him something important—Thousand Miles in a Single Line—so there’s no need to worry."
Unlike other children, Gu Ping was particularly fond of Xiao Gu Yang. He had given her plenty of life-saving elixirs and talismans he bought from Sky's End Tower, as well as secret techniques to enhance cultivation temporarily.
However, during Ru Ming's era, unless one was like Gu Ping, even Night Emperor and Wen Shiren could not guarantee their absolute safety. Especially on the battlefield, without reaching Transcendence Period, one would always be like a solitary boat. When Spirit Surge surged forth, a single wave could knock someone down, making it hard to get back up.
The heavy snowfall showed no signs of stopping, but for the attacking side, it could delay their offensive. Although the long winter in the north would greatly affect both sides' strategies, those with defensive formations had a significant advantage in such weather.
How long could Anping Pass hold out?
Gu Ping knew that Wen Shiren was questioning himself.
Five years? Ten years? Or even longer, what price would the Ninth Underworld and the Three Great Gates be willing to pay? Time was not on their side now.
Although there had been no reports from the Northern Region for a long time, judging by the progress of those children, the veterans who had been tempered by blood and iron on the battlefield were advancing much faster than those kids.
After all, the immense fear of life and death would always be the greatest motivation for a person to improve.
Many people felt that the Martial Arts Manual they held in their hands was nothing more than a cheap book, something that could be bought casually at a market, rather than realizing it was a path to true cultivation.
Gu Ping understood that those children taught by Yin Tianheng knew that seeking strength externally was futile; otherwise, the soldiers' rate of improvement would have been even faster.
Based on Gu Ping and Wen Shiren's observations of the children's situation, as well as some other guards who had turned to pursue strength, it was expected that in another six months, the first batch of people who had come into contact with the Martial Arts Manual would at least possess foundational strength. If they continued to cultivate at that pace, in three to five years, the combat power of the Northern Region's soldiers would at least double, if not triple. There was no denying it.
What Gu Ping worried about was that there would also be those from the Ninth Underworld who attempted to turn to cultivation. However, those demons and foreign races from the Ninth Underworld were unable to cultivate. This allowed Gu Ping to feel somewhat reassured about spreading the most basic methods of building spiritual prowess throughout the world.
Time was like a sword; it could harm oneself or slay enemies.
He did not know how far he had traveled. When he first set out, it was just after the season when osmanthus flowers fell. Yet now, Ru Ming had already encountered snow and cold plum blossoms. Gu Ping had already used his feet for the first time but could still feel the vastness of the World of Mortals.
He wondered what kind of world it truly was.
Suddenly, Gu Ping realized he had never encountered a complete world map. Each time he only received maps of various countries, and due to different languages and measurements across nations, there were significant discrepancies in those maps. Thus, no one had ever been able to piece together a comprehensive map of all countries.
Gu Ping remembered that he had once asked Hong Ling if there was a complete world map of Sky's End Tower. Hong Ling had slightly shaken her head and kept silent.
Perhaps upon reaching the Transcendence Period and arriving at Tian Zai, one might be able to see the entire world in its complete form.
Near the Little Qi Kingdom, which is located close to Lu State and Great Jin, there was a cliff where a figure with a joyful expression was weaving through the sea of clouds, quickly disappearing at a specific location.
That place was the residence of the Hong Clan. For many years, the Hong Clan had remained hidden across the world, never suffering significant blows. This was partly due to their own formidable strength and partly because of the support from several major sects behind them.
Without a doubt, Infinite was the one benefiting the most from this arrangement, but that did not mean that other sects would allow such immense benefits to remain solely in Infinite's hands.
This was also the cleverness of the Hong Clan; they were not just merchants, but rather astute merchants.
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