Mount Fuji, located at the boundary between Shizuoka Prefecture and Yamanashi Prefecture in the central part of Japan Island, stands at an elevation of 3776 ters.
It is the highest peak on Japan Island, surrounded by lakes such as Aoki Lake, Kurihara Lake, and Lake Yamanaka, and on clear days, one can even view the distant Pacific coastline from the summit.
In the past, Mount Fuji has always been a tourist attraction on Japan Island, drawing many visitors to climb the mountain.
But today, all five climbing routes to the summit of Mount Fuji have been sealed off by the police of Japan Island, barring anyone from ascending for the entire day.
"What’s going on? They closed the mountain without any prior notice. I’ve been preparing for this for a long ti."
"Why the sudden closure? At least give us a reason. We’ve co all this way, and you say we can’t go up? Are you toying with us?"
At the foot of Mount Fuji, a group of tourists from all over the world protested in dissatisfaction.
However, they were t with the emotionless faces of the police, who also didn’t know why Mount Fuji was closed today, but rules are rules that must be obeyed.
No one noticed as a figure darted from an unnoticed corner through the blockade and sped up the mountain.
Normally, if a regular person tried to cross the blockade, they would be discovered by the police before they got ten ters away.
But this figure moved with inhuman speed, rushing ahead at a superhuman pace, appearing a few hundred ters away on a hillside within seconds.
An observant tourist spotted the trace of this figure and exclaid, "Soone! Soone is climbing the mountain!"
The crowd quickly looked in that direction but saw nothing.
The climber was none other than Wang Longhu.
"This is the first ti in my life seeing Mount Fuji in reality."
With the speed of a sports car, Wang Longhu raced up the mountain, leaping over any obstacles like trees, crevices, and rocks as if he had wings, unaffected by them.
For ordinary people, climbing to the summit of Mount Fuji would take at least a day.
But under Wang Longhu’s pace, it took less than an hour for him to reach the top of Mount Fuji.
At over 3700 ters, the ground was covered in pure white snow, and the air carried a chill that sent shivers down one’s spine.
Any tourist reaching the summit would need to wear prepared thick clothing.
However, Wang Longhu wore only a short-sleeved shirt, entirely unaffected by the low temperatures.
"Wang Longhu is here for the invitation, where is the Heaven and Earth Alliance Leader." Wang Longhu took out the scroll of invitation from his pocket, inhaled deeply, and shouted loudly.
The surrounding snowflakes were instantly blown into the air, and even the snow under Wang Longhu’s feet was blasted away, forming a three-ter-diater snow-free zone.
There is a martial skill in Shaolin known as the Lion’s Roar Skill.
It trains the vocal cords and muscles of the neck, allowing a martial artist to produce a sound two or three tis louder than normal when exerting force.
When a Dark Force Martial Artist unlocks the ridians in the neck, their Lion’s Roar Skill becos even more powerful.
When executed in front of soone, it can instantly shatter their eardrums or even knock them out.
At Wang Longhu’s level of Gang Qi, his shout could truly be deadly, akin to Zhang Fei shouting away Cao Jun’s million soldiers during the Three Kingdoms Period.
"Where is the Heaven and Earth Alliance Leader!"
"Alliance Leader, where are you!"
"Where are you!"
The massive sound echoed like a tidal wave, spreading wildly in all directions.
In so places with excessive snow, Wang Longhu’s roar even triggered avalanches.
Not long after, a figure in white slowly erged from the depths of the snow-covered mountain.
Though his steps seed slow, each one spanned thirteen or fourteen ters, like an Immortal flying, and he left no footprints on the snowy ground.
This was the pinnacle of the Martial Arts Lightweight Skill, Walking Without a Trace on Snow.
"You have finally arrived, the venue is set, please co with ." Bai Yongge landed lightly, standing in front of Wang Longhu, smiling.
This person had delicate features. While not exactly handso, he possessed a unique aura all over him.
Wang Longhu would describe this aura as ’elegant,’ like a gentleman from ancient Huaxia.
"Are you from the mainland?" Wang Longhu asked curiously.
"Forty years ago, yes, but I’ve since been naturalized here," Bai Yongge replied with a smile.
When he smiled, his eyes squinted into narrow slits, making it impossible to discern his gaze, feeling as though his smile harbored a hidden threat.
It’s no surprise he is one of the dual kings of the Heaven and Earth Alliance, clearly not a benign character.
Bai Yongge stepped in place and leaped into the air, floating away backward facing Wang Longhu.
Wang Longhu imdiately leaped after him.
Back when he trained his Lightweight Skill at the back mountain of his grandmother’s house, Wang Longhu had reached the level of skimming over water and using a thin tree branch to exert force.
Walking Without a Trace on Snow was trivial for the current Wang Longhu.
The two soon arrived at a wide-open location.
Surrounded by cliff walls on three sides with only one exit, from above, it appeared like a gourd-shaped valley.
A typical defensible and difficult-to-escape trap for those ambushed.
In the open area of the valley, there was a half-ter-high platform adorned with a low table filled with fruits, wine, and at, along with sitting cushions.
Around the platform were four screens painted with the four seasons: spring, sumr, autumn, and winter.
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