My Lord, the princess doesn't want you anymore.

The territory of Changguo is mostly hills and grasslands, with few high mountains.

Except for the Snow Wolf River in the east.

Although this place is called Chuan, it is not a plain, but a few continuous snow-capped mountains that rise from the ground, looking a bit abrupt among the endless shallow hills.

About two-thirds of the mountain is covered with snow and surrounded by clouds all year round. The other side of the mountain is the boundary of Dongbin.

Because there is very little arable land here and the altitude is extremely high, it is not suitable for human survival, so there is almost no human habitation within a radius of 200 miles.

These tall snow-capped mountains that rise from the ground are sacred mountains to the nearby tribes and are inviolable.

Legend has it that there is a large plain surrounded by clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, where it is spring all year round. That is the fairyland.

Legend has it that the snow line halfway up the mountain is the dividing line between the mortal world and the fairyland.

Legend has it that there are packs of snow wolves on the mountain, guarding the holy mountain like guardian gods, blocking out everything from the mortal world.

Snow Wolf River got its name from this legend.

The people of Chang have a fear of snow-capped mountains and snow wolves ingrained in their bones. For thousands of years, no one dared to cross the snow line.

Until ten years ago...

It was an evening.

“Young master, the Snow Wolf River is ahead. If you are not a cultivator, you cannot go up the mountain.” A man respectfully told a young man the legend about the Snow Wolf River.

"Where the gods live?" The boy was only about ten years old, with a delicate and handsome appearance.

His small body was wrapped in an extremely charming red robe, making it difficult to tell whether he was androgynous. Both his facial features and his demeanor were unique in the world.

Although he was young, he spoke in an extremely mature and arrogant manner. His expression did not look like that of a child in his teens at all. "Why can't I live where the gods live?"

The boy's expression darkened, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his beautiful eyes: Perhaps only a place like this can be my home...

Behind the young man, there were more than twenty people, all of them were men except for a young woman.

The young man looked behind him, and wherever his eyes passed, they bowed and saluted, as solemnly as the nearby grassland tribes making a pilgrimage to Xuelangchuan.

The young man finally set his eyes on the woman, "What do you think, Aunt Meng?"

The woman knelt down, bowed, and nodded heavily.

She couldn't speak, at least the boy had never heard her say a word, but he seemed to have a tacit understanding with her and trusted her very much.

"It seems Aunt Meng is also very satisfied with this place." The young man raised his lips slightly, "Then this is the place, let's go up the mountain!"

"Yes, young master!"

There was no road on the mountain at all. After two days of climbing, the group finally reached below the snow line.

Although these people were all skilled in martial arts, they were all extremely exhausted due to lack of oxygen.

"Young master, there are snow wolves further up." Someone reminded in a low voice.

The young man snorted coldly and bit his chubby cheek playfully, "Very good!"

After much difficulty, they reached a huge protruding rock where the terrain became slightly flatter, so they took a rest here and ate some dry food.

The boy stood quietly on the edge of the rock.

The wind blew in, bringing with it the ice chips, and his hair flew onto his face. He waved his hand and tucked his hair behind his ears.

In the wind, his red robe fluttered slightly, and his clothes were reflected against the white snow. He was like a flower of the other shore that was struggling to bloom, emitting an evil, wild, hatred, and murderous intent.

He chewed the dry food in his mouth and looked down at the grassland below the mountain, with an attitude of "this world is so big that it belongs to the king".

Despite such harsh conditions and such barren "king's land", the young man was very satisfied.

He said nothing, but just ate his dry food desperately, and everyone else was silent.

"From today on, I will take my mother's surname Li and change my name to Mo." The boy suddenly said, "A stranger who no one knows!"

Everyone was slightly startled: "Yes, Young Master!"

The wind blew through the cracks in the rocks on the snow-capped mountains, roaring like a monster.

Gravel rolled down the mountain and fell into the abyss at feet, making rhythmic sounds on the cliff.

The noises became more and more frequent. The boy became alert and tightened his grip on the sword at his waist.

The Yinshuang Sword is simple and cold; it is the only relic left to him by his mother.

"Wolf? There are really snow wolves?!" someone shouted.

The young man Li Mo had unsheathed his sword and turned around to look at the group of snow wolves that were approaching him with a fierce look in their eyes.

The howling of the wolves drowned out the sound of the wind and echoed among the vast mountains.

Snowflakes flew and blood danced in the wind, as if the sky was filled with crimson snow.

The fight was over, leaving a mess, with wolf remains scattered all over the snow.

Two of the followers had their necks bitten by wolves and were buried forever under the ice and snow.

"After we settle down, we will move them out and bury them with honor." Li Mo said in a low voice, without any childishness in his voice.

Suddenly, a sharp wolf howl resounded through the sky and earth. In the mist, a vague figure gradually became clear.

It was a huge wolf, its body was snow-white without a single color, and its blue-green eyes were gleaming with ferocity.

It looked at the wolf's remains on the ground, and let out a mournful howl again, with the corners of its mouth cracked, revealing its sharp fangs.

The Wolf King of Snow Wolf River!

Behind it, there was a group of slightly smaller snow wolves following.

"Get out of the way!" Li Mo pushed away the guards in front of him and walked towards the Wolf King. The blood-stained Yinshuang sword left a bloody mark on the ground.

A man and a wolf confronted each other in the cold wind.

The wolf king was half a head taller than the young boy Li Mo. He stared motionlessly at the young boy in red in front of him, with a fierce look in his eyes that became more and more intense.

The wind made the young man's red robe rustle.

The young man held the sword with both hands, his eyes looking past the blade of the Yinshuang Sword and towards the blue-green eyes of the Wolf King.

Without any warning, the wolf king suddenly pounced on Li Mo.

Li Mo dodged sideways, but the sharp wolf claws tore out a piece of flesh from his shoulder, revealing the white bones.

"Young Master?" Everyone was shocked.

Li Mo seemed to feel no pain and waved his hand, "Wolf King, you are mine!"

When the wolf king attacked again, he was prepared and shaved off a handful of fur on the wolf king's shoulder.

The pain further stimulated the wolf king's brutality and cruelty.

Although Li Mo was small in stature, he was extremely agile. Thanks to his excellent lightness skills and wonderful moves, the Wolf King was unable to do anything to him for a while.

But the physical strength of the wolf was definitely not comparable to that of the young Li Mo. Gradually, he fell behind and was nearly killed by the wolf several times. His body was covered with wounds, and his red robe was torn to pieces. The red torn cloth was blown by the wind, and no one knew where it would float to.

Li Mo seemed to have exhausted all his strength. His feet slipped and he fell on the ice and snow.

The wolf king would not miss this opportunity and pounced forward.

It showed its sharp claws, opened its bloody mouth, and bit towards Li Mo's neck with its mouth full of fangs.

Li Mo could already smell the strong stench coming from its mouth.

Just as everyone was preparing to step forward to rescue the Lord, and just when the Wolf King thought that this attack would be foolproof, he suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Li Mo fell on his back on the ground, the sword in his hand had already pierced its heart.

The hilt of the sword twisted and then pulled out, and the extremely smelly and hot wolf blood instantly splashed all over his face.

Li Mo stood up, wiped his face, licked the wolf blood on his lips with his tongue, kicked the wolf king, and said with a smile: "After all, they are just wolves, and they are easily deceived by humans."

The wolf king was dead. The remaining snow wolves looked at the young man in red in front of them in horror. They were too helpless to move forward and let out low howls.

"From today on, I am your king!" Li Mo walked towards the group of snow wolves with firm steps.

The wolves seemed to understand what he was saying. After looking at each other, they suddenly stretched out their front legs, bent down and collectively surrendered to Li Mo.

The young man Li Mo turned around and smiled at everyone, "Look, we have a new group of helpers."

He took out his dagger again and pried out the sharpest fang from the wolf king's mouth. Then he tore off a piece of cloth, wrapped it up, and put it close to his body.

This was his first trophy and also a symbol of his conquest of the Snow Wolf River, which was of great significance.

He also ordered people to find stones and pile them on the wolf king's body so that it could rest there forever.

Surrounded by a group of snow wolves, the group finally arrived at the legendary fairyland.

If you can't climb to the top of the snow-capped mountains, you will never discover this plain located in the valley between the main peaks of several snow-capped mountains.

The plain is very large, almost as big as a medium-sized city.

As the legend says, there is no snow or strong winds here, and it is even bathed in sunshine. The grass and trees are lush, various rare herbs grow wildly, and there are even herds of wild cattle and sheep.

On the cliff on the south side of the plain, there is an extremely hidden cave. The entrance is very small and is covered by lush vegetation. If you don't look carefully, you will never find it.

This small cave entrance is connected to a long and narrow passage in the mountain. The exit at the other end is under a 10,000-ton boulder below the snow line, which is near the place where Li Mo killed the Wolf King before.

If the outside world didn't know about it in advance, it would be impossible for them to discover that there was a secret passage here.

"There really is a fairyland!" After wandering around, Li Mo became more and more satisfied, "From now on, this place will be called Forget-Sorrow Valley..."

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