The dark guards, disregarding their own safety, threw themselves at their opponents, but within seconds, they were suppressed around the forest. Ye Yang stood beside me and whispered, "There's something here that suppresses cultivators. They can't beat those corpse soldiers."

I said in a deep voice, "Cover me! I need to get into the coffin. Once I'm inside, follow our original plan!"

Ye Yang nodded slightly, "I'll clear the path ahead; you just go. One..."

As Ye Yang began to count, I drew my twin blades from behind and merged them into one.

"Two!" As Ye Yang spoke, his long sword left its scabbard, the blade pointing diagonally at the ground. The strands of sword energy emanating from the blade split the snow on the ground in two, the crack pushed open by the sword energy extending straight across the ground. Five corpse soldiers appeared opposite Ye Yang.

"Three—" As Ye Yang's voice fell, the corpse soldiers suddenly accelerated, charging towards us with their swords raised. Although the corpse soldiers had no inner strength, their speed was as fast as galloping horses.

The snow kicked up by the feet of the five corpse soldiers flew more than a foot high as they instantly closed in.

"Kill—" Ye Yang roared, and I grabbed the blade wheel with one hand and charged towards the five men.

Ye Yang's sword energy split into five behind me, shooting in different directions. I only heard the sound of the sword energy breaking through the air as it flashed past my ears, and five heads exploded into the air.

I passed through the headless corpses, rotating the blade wheel with both hands, and used the Taiji Slash to strike directly at the wooden coffin.

The black-and-white interchanging blade wheel swept across several meters as it spun, and three figures broke through the snow and came to block me. But at this moment, the Taiji Slash made a horizontal cut, severing the three figures at the waist.

As the three corpses flew backward simultaneously, I leaped up and grabbed the coffin lid with my hands, my fingers digging into the coffin as I slammed myself downward, opened the lid, and lay down inside.

As the coffin lid, weighing hundreds of pounds, slammed shut, I grabbed the coffin tightly, trapping myself inside.

After someone outside shouted, "Raise the coffin!" I felt the coffin being lifted up and carried step by step towards the mountain.

Ye Yang in the distance flew back several meters, grabbing Feng Ruoxing, "Go!"

"But Li Po..." Feng Ruoxing wanted to say something more, but Ye Yang forcibly dragged him out of the formation.

I heard the sounds of fighting outside gradually fade away, and the footsteps under the coffin became heavier and heavier, so I cracked the coffin lid open a little.

The so-called Guizi Stones were not stones at all, but sixteen Jiangshi (stiff corpses) with their whole bodies painted black. I was being carried by two rows of corpses towards a round hill.

That was also the only place in the blizzard that was not covered in snow.

The sixteen Jiangshi carried the coffin and circled in front of the hill several times before, seemingly stepping on a predetermined position, they began to walk straight towards the hill.

Jiangshi leading the way!

The words my master had once said to me suddenly flashed through my mind: Where the Corpse King is, Jiangshi lead the way. Only those whom the Corpse King wants to see will be allowed to appear before him. The ones who take you to see the Corpse King are the Jiangshi under his command.

Not long after I closed the coffin lid, the Jiangshi carrying me stopped. I clearly heard voices outside.

The person speaking was Huang Tiangong, the sect leader of Ao Xue Zong: "Miss Yu, you have caused Ao Xue Zong to lose hundreds of disciples. Will sending Li Po into the Blizzard Eye really work?"

"Would you really care if more Ao Xue Zong disciples died?" The speaker was Ling.

Huang Tiangong chuckled twice, "Miss Yu is joking. After all, I am still the sect leader of Ao Xue Zong."

Ling smiled, "You are the deputy head of the Tian Gong Men, I don't need to remind you of that. All cultivators want to step through Tian Guan (Heavenly Gate). Ao Xue Zong is at the bottom of the Ten Heavenly Gates, so it's not wrong for your Tian Gong Men to choose Ao Xue Zong."

"However, the Tian Gong Men sent you to Ao Xue Zong forty years ago, and you became the sect leader, yet you still can't break through Tian Guan. Should I say you're smart, or should I say you're too stupid?"

Huang Tiangong smiled obsequiously, "If I had one ten-thousandth of Miss Yu's ability, I wouldn't be trapped in this Ao Xue Zong. The matter of stepping through Tian Guan still requires your effort."

Ling said, "Have you not understood the whole story yet? Do you want me to explain it to you?"

Huang Tiangong said, "Please enlighten me, Miss Yu."

"Alright! There's still some time before the Corpse King meets his guests, so I'll tell you all about my arrangements." Ling's explanation to Huang Tiangong was more like an explanation to me about the whole thing.

"Ao Xue Zong disciples encountered a ghost crying for injustice in Qin Village during their training, which was just a coincidence. If you hadn't tried to suppress Li Po, none of this would have happened."

"Of course, of course..." Huang Tiangong said with a smile, "If Miss Yu hadn't come to warn us, this situation wouldn't have arisen today."

Ling said, "I warned you not to touch Li Po, but I unexpectedly discovered that you were a member of the Tian Gong Men. That's why I started planning to have Li Po come and step through Tian Guan."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but be secretly shocked. Ling went up the mountain to warn Ao Xue Zong without knowing the situation, which meant that Ling didn't take Ao Xue Zong seriously at all.

It seems that the fact that esoteric art sects are no match for cultivation sects depends on the individuals involved.

At least Nan Weiyang didn't care about a top-tier sect that dominated a region.