272: Chapter 272 Ye Bing

Su Mo didn't answer his question. Instead, he smiled slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the other's majestic Black Coiled Dragon Armor to land between his brows.

"You must be from the Li Clan Immortal Family, right? Looking at your appearance, you bear some resemblance to Li Xingchen."

He paused for a moment and added leisurely,

"Could it be that you are his brother, the one known as the General of Zhenbei of the Huangji Immortal Dynasty—Li Xinghe?"

As soon as these words were spoken, an adjutant beside Li Xinghe could no longer contain himself and shouted sternly,

"How bold! How dare you address the General by his given name!"

"Step back."

Li Xinghe raised his hand, stopping the adjutant's reprimand, his voice flat.

His gaze remained locked on Su Mo, as if trying to see through him from the inside out.

"He is not a spy of the Xuan Ye Immortal Dynasty."

Li Xinghe said to those around him.

Then, he spoke again and asked,

"Since you are not a spy, why do you insist on leaving the pass at this time?"

Su Mo looked up, meeting the gaze of this Profound Immortal general. A half-smile played on his lips as he said frankly,

"To go to the Wanji Icefield and find some Opportunities."

His tone was relaxed.

"Why? Is General Li interested in taking a stroll with me?"

Upon hearing this, Li Xinghe's gaze was like lightning, staring directly into Su Mo's deep and calm eyes, as if trying to find even the slightest hint of bluster or panic.

However, all he saw was a bottomless pool of indifference.

After a moment of silence and confrontation, the cold lines on Li Xinghe's face suddenly softened slightly, revealing an ambiguous smile.

He did not answer Su Mo's words. Instead, he turned his head and instructed the trembling gray-robed Cultivator behind him,

"Send him out of the pass."

The gray-robed Cultivator felt as if he had been granted a great amnesty and hurriedly bowed in response,

"Yes, General!"

He quickly stepped forward and made a gesture of invitation to Su Mo, his attitude even more respectful than before.

The two of them walked one after the other toward the pass on the other side of the military camp.

Once they were far from Li Xinghe's sight, the gray-robed Cultivator hesitated for a moment before taking out the storage ring containing one million Low Grade immortal essence stones. He offered it back to Su Mo with both hands, a flattering smile squeezed onto his face.

"Noble... Noble guest, I was blind before. This deposit... please take it back."

He had thought that someone with Su Mo's status and background wouldn't care about such a small amount of money at all, and might even reward it to him on a whim to show off his magnanimity.

However, Su Mo only gave him a faint glance. Without any refusal, he very naturally reached out and took the storage ring back.

"..."

The gray-robed Cultivator's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and the smile on his face solidified. He was momentarily stunned.

This noble guest... doesn't seem to play by the usual rules?

He sheepishly withdrew his hand and didn't dare to say more, only burying his head to lead the way.

With Li Xinghe's command, the process of leaving the pass was unimpeded.

Passing through the final screen of light that emitted spatial fluctuations, a chill several times more piercing than inside the pass instantly rushed at him.

What greeted Su Mo's eyes was a snowfield that stretched beyond the horizon.

To Su Mo's surprise, despite having immortal essence protecting his body which should have made him immune to heat and cold, he actually felt cold now.

After glancing at the direction indicated by the map in his Sea of Consciousness, Su Mo plunged into the depths of the snowfield... deep within the snowfield.

A behemoth was slowly moving forward.

It was nearly a hundred zhang tall, shaped like a giant ape, and its entire body was covered in thick white fur.

Every step it took made the surrounding ground tremble slightly, leaving behind massive footprints in the deep snow.

This was the Icefield Titan, a Yao Beast unique to the northern lands, known for its immense strength and endurance in extreme environments.

Surprisingly, fixed upon the back and shoulders of this Icefield Titan was a small but extremely magnificent palace.

The palace was constructed entirely from a type of warm jade, emitting a faint white glow that completely blocked out the wind, snow, and cold from the outside.

Inside the palace, it was as warm as spring, with incense smoke curling up.

A young girl of about sixteen years was leaning against the window, curiously looking at the unchanging snowy scenery outside.

She was dressed in luxurious snow fox fur robes, her face was charming, and her large eyes were lively and spirited.

After watching for a while, she seemed to find it a bit boring. She turned her head and asked a middle-aged man who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and a profound aura,

"Uncle Wang, why do we have to sit on this big guy and move so slowly? Wouldn't it be faster to take a spirit boat? We could have returned to Zhenbei City days ago."

The middle-aged man called Wang Gang slowly opened his eyes. His face was resolute, and three different Dao charms faintly circulated around him incessantly. He was impressively a True Immortal Peak Cultivator who had refined three top-grade origin fruits.

His gaze toward the girl was filled with doting and helplessness as he explained patiently,

"Young Miss, you don't understand. This place is already close to the depths of the Wanji Icefield. In the high altitudes, there are often cloud masses formed by Nine Nether Profound Evil Qi floating around. They are formless and substanceless, making them extremely difficult to detect."

If a spirit boat flies over them and gets caught, even a spirit boat controlled by a Profound Immortal would find it hard to remain unscathed."

He paused and glanced at the Icefield Titan walking steadily beneath them.

"And this Icefield Titan was born and raised here. It has a natural instinct for danger and can avoid most Evil Qi regions."

"Its pace is actually not slow. In a few more days, we will be able to arrive safely at Zhenbei City. Please bear with it for a while, Young Miss."

The young girl nodded as if she partially understood, but her small mouth was still slightly pouted, clearly dissatisfied with not being able to take a faster spirit boat.

Suddenly—

Thump!

A dull, massive sound came from below. The entire jade palace shook violently, and the jade ornaments on the table clattered, nearly sliding off.

Outside the window, the Icefield Titan that had been walking steadily let out an uneasy low growl. Its massive body suddenly halted, and it even retreated half a step.

"What happened?!"

The young girl's face paled as she cried out in alarm.

Almost at the same instant her voice sounded, the middle-aged man known as Uncle Wang snapped his eyes open. A sharp light burst forth, and the three Dao charms around him instantly shifted from restrained to outward-releasing, like unsheathed sharp swords.

"Young Miss, stay inside the palace. Do not come out!"

Before his voice had even faded, his figure had vanished from the spot like a ghost. The next moment, he appeared on the broad back of the Icefield Titan, his gaze like lightning as it swept the surroundings.

Amidst the White Snow, at some point, dozens of pairs of eerie green pupils had appeared silently.

Sturdy giant wolves with grayish-white fur that almost blended into the snow were baring their bone-white fangs, surrounding the Icefield Titan in a fan shape.

These giant wolves had a fierce aura, and their eyes flickered with bloodthirsty and cunning light. They were clearly no ordinary Yao Beasts.

"Snow Shadow Ghost Wolves!"

Wang Gang's pupils constricted as he recognized this pack-hunting Yao Beast that struck terror into hearts on the Wanji Icefield.

Their individual strength might not be top-tier, but they acted in groups with perfect coordination, making them extremely difficult to deal with.

However, what made Wang Gang's heart sink even further...

Was that among the pack of wolves, on the back of an exceptionally majestic alpha wolf with a silver crescent-shaped patch of fur on its forehead, sat a young man dressed in black martial attire and a black fox fur cloak.

This man had a feminine and handsome face, but his eyes were like cold ice, carrying a high-and-mighty indifference.

He was playing with a constantly spinning black ice crystal in his hand. The aura emanating from his body had also reached the True Immortal Realm.

But the Dao charms on him were far thicker than Wang Gang's.

When Wang Gang's gaze met the young man's, the other's lips curled into a cold arc.

Wang Gang's face instantly became incredibly solemn as he spat out the other's identity word by word:

"Xuan Ye Immortal Dynasty... Twenty-ninth Prince, Ye Bing!"

He secretly cried out in alarm.

Clearly, this trip had been kept sufficiently hidden. Why would they be detected by people from the Xuan Ye Immortal Dynasty?

Could it be... Wang Gang thought of something, and his eyes widened suddenly.

There is a mole in the Prince of Zhenbei's Residence!