Chapter 124: Sir, will we win?

[The fleeing midsummer brings a cool autumn as the night sky fades.]

[The fallen autumn leaves welcome the cold winter to the sound of migratory birds crying out.]

[Wu Yingxue asks you to teach her how to fold paper flowers.]

[You agree.]

[You teach her very carefully, letting the young girl follow your steps one by one. She is very serious, and the paper flutters and folds between her ten fingers.]

[What her fingertips hold is not just paper, but also unforgettable memories.]

[Folded along with it are also painful pasts.]

[After this night, the young girl still cannot learn to fold paper flowers and can only barely pinch out a "flower bud".]

[Even with your guidance, those fair hands that wield the spear with such fierce wind, when touching the paper, inevitably become clumsy.]

[The young girl is not dejected. All her worries and anxieties have turned the page along with the folding of the paper, and she returns to the free-spirited appearance you are familiar with.]

["Go to sleep."]

[On the morning when the sun rises, you command the young girl to return to her room to sleep with a serious face.]

[The young girl obediently agrees and takes away the paper flower you folded; she likes it very much.]

…

[Three days later.]

[The air at the border becomes even colder.]

[A-Niu's Qi and blood trend toward stability, and every minute and every second, he is consuming the spirit and Qi within his body, stimulating the essence hidden in the dark.]

[His complexion looks much rosier, and his strength has also increased quite a bit.]

[Now, A-Niu is no longer as weak as he was; he looks quite energetic and can carry a hoe and work for a whole day without getting tired.]

[The people of Qingniu Town are attracted by this magical effect.]

[Many people begin the practice of the Fools Art.]

[Except for the elderly who are too weak and the children who are too young, almost everyone in Qingniu Town has learned this magical Cultivation Technique that can make them stronger.]

[As the power of Qi and blood surges within their bodies, feeling the new life blooming in their bodies.]

[Some people kneel on the ground and wail.]

[Very sad, but also very joyful.]

[What kind of emotion is that exactly? You look at the commoners crying with joy and think that it is probably the joy of discovering that they are also "Human Race".]

…

[A martial art that even a fool can Cultivate, equally ignoring Aptitude, equally ignoring innate bone structure.]

[Whether it is a farmer, a mule driver, or even someone who carries manure.]

[They can all Cultivate just the same.]

[Qi and blood surge in the blocked meridians, breaking down the humbleness of the people of Qingniu Town, breaking down the Bottleneck of insufficient bone structure and Comprehension Ability, and bringing them true power.]

[People thank you, and the desire to live bursts forth in their eyes.]

[To welcome the winter Demon Tide, you frequently scout the Hundred Thousand Mountains. In this process, you kill many demons weaker than you.]

[The commoners of Qingniu Town, with much greater strength, one after another carry the edible flesh and blood of the demons, preparing to process them into reserve food.]

[If the impact of the Demon Tide cannot be withstood this winter.]

[These reserve rations made of demon meat will be the only food you have after leaving Qingniu Town.]

…

Winter has come.

The end of autumn was so sudden.

In an instant, endless snowflakes drifted down from the sky, like countless pure white butterflies, gently pressing upon all things in the world, wrapping them in a layer of silver.

For the commoners of Qingniu Town, for all the Human Race struggling on the border line.

Winter is linked to Hell.

The biting cold wind would blow away the little warmth people had, and demons would step out from the wind and snow, ruthlessly taking people's lives.

In such a Hell, there have even been tragedies where human blood dyed the snow red.

"This day has finally come."

The wind hissed.

Xu Xi walked slowly out of the courtyard, looked up slightly, watched the cold snowflakes drifting down from the sky, and extended his palm to catch one or two.

The hand with circulating Qi and blood was warm.

The snowflakes fell on his palm and quickly melted into water droplets.

As his palm tilted, the water slid to the ground and was frozen into ice by the low-temperature environment.

"It's really cold today…" Xu Xi muttered to himself. This was also one of the cruelties of winter, but if one was prepared, one could still survive it.

Compared to the low temperature.

Bloodthirsty demons were the real threat.

"Sir, will we win?" The young girl in red and white martial attire held a long spear and asked beside Xu Xi.

"We will probably die…" Xu Xi did not speak of illusory hope, but in a calm tone, stated the deathly silence of this winter.

"But we have no choice."

"Everyone in Qingniu Town has no choice."

Xu Xi stepped out, his Xiantian Astral Qi turned from void to reality, and from afar, he slashed a blade toward the high wind and snow.

The wind stopped, the snow stalled.

The demon died.

"Woo—!!" A Red-Feather Falcon demon, with a fierce look on its face, diving at high speed toward Qingniu Town, was killed by Xu Xi from a distance.

Its death meant that the winter Demon Tide had officially arrived.

The commoners of Qingniu Town were afraid.

The commoners of Qingniu Town trembled.

But they still followed Xu Xi, using that insignificant little bit of Qi and blood, trying their best to resist the impact of the demons.

"I'm not a coward!!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Bleeding was inevitable, injury was inevitable.

The slaughter between humans and demons was full of danger.

Fortunately, Xu Xi sat in command of the battlefield, able to provide remote support with his Xiantian Astral Qi, and there was also Wu Yingxue, who was in the fifth realm of Body Forging, who could roam the battlefield and help those who had exhausted their strength.

Kill!

Someone roared in anger, their arm bitten off by a demon, yet they still slashed fiercely with their other hand.

Kill!

Someone was afraid, clearly scared to death, but thinking of their wife and children in the town behind them, the fear turned into fearlessness, all becoming nourishment for the operation of the Fools Art, gushing out roaring Qi and blood.

[Winter has come, and the Demon Tide has come too.]

[You lead the commoners of Qingniu Town to make various defensive measures early on, although for the demons, those are just minor obstacles that are dispensable.]

[The effect of the Fools Art far exceeds your expectations.]

[Good, extremely good, very good.]

[In the face of life-and-death crises, many people burst out with powerful strength; although it is only for an instant, it still affects the changes in the battle situation.]

[You are able to focus your energy and fight a demon of the same level with all your strength. Finally, you successfully kill it; it is a Vicious Beast variant that is like a tiger and a leopard.]

[You feel slightly relaxed.]

[If the subsequent Demon Tide is only of this difficulty, you can guarantee the safety of Qingniu Town.]

[But very suddenly, after the first wave of the Demon Tide ends, while people are celebrating the victory, you feel a great threat attacking from afar.]

"Run, run quickly!"

There is no time to distinguish or explain anything.

Xu Xi's pupils contract, and he turns to shout at everyone.

"Brother Xu?"

"Xi-geer?"

The commoners of Qingniu Town are very confused.

But seeing Xu Xi's anxious expression, they react one after another and hurriedly return to the town.

Bring their families, bring food and water, bring the pitifully few clothes.

Finally.

Under Xu Xi's leadership, they leave Qingniu Town at the fastest speed of their lives, facing the sky full of wind and snow, fleeing for their lives all the way.

When people are so tired they have to stop and rest.

In the rear, in the direction of Qingniu Town, flames suddenly shoot up into the sky.

"Caw—!"

"Caw—!"

The flames burn fiercely, smoke billows and spreads, the two forcefully tear open the impact of the wind and snow, burning the sky red with that intense heat.

Xu Xi sees it.

There are countless fire crows circling over Qingniu Town.

Huge in size, hideous in appearance, sparks splash and flicker when they flap their wings.

Each one is no weaker than a Martial Artist of the Blood Exchange Realm.

That gathering of firelight unscrupulously devours everything, and in the desperate eyes of the people, it burns their familiar home.