several days later.
The blood clan sent people everywhere to search for the whereabouts of Dam and Hosiman, but the Dead Apostle still disappeared.
Due to the lack of ancient intelligence, Holy Fist Palace did not know the specific whereabouts of the dead disciples, so they could only wait quietly and secretly dispatched people to respond. But because of the obstruction of the blood race, the effect was greatly reduced.
The two sides had frictions in some cities many times, but they all restrained and did not cause large-scale conflicts, but only small-scale games.
The weather in the United States gradually entered spring, and at this time, Ning Ruoxi, who had returned from Grando, finally brought back Rafael and his relatives, and entered the small town residence at the foot of the Holy Fist Palace.
"This is the Holy Fist Palace?" Rafael looked up at the majestic white snow mountain. The top of the mountain could not be seen, only a large white cloud formed a sea of clouds to block the view, floating on the mountainside.
The guide who led the way in front answered quickly.
"Yes, this is the headquarters of the Holy Fist Palace, which is now the Temple of Waterbird Fist and the Temple of Sheying Fist."
The three guides were all dressed in black robes, and Ning Ruoxi was the same, walking in the middle, turning her head and smiling at Rafael.
"The teacher already knows that you are coming, and set up a banquet on the top. In addition, this mountain road will take more than two hours to climb. Of course, we will replace part of the journey with a suspension car on the side, which will be easier."
"Is there no road up the mountain here?" Rafael was a little puzzled, she went up the mountain alone, and the other people who came with her were left in the small town down the mountain.
"It was originally planned to be built, but in order to maintain the original appearance of the mountain, and walking up the mountain like this is also a kind of exercise for many martial arts practitioners. This kind of exercise is good for both mind and body, so no one insists on building roads." Ning Ruo Xi replied with a smile.
A group of people kept going up the mountain road, and encountered martial arts practitioners who were going down the mountain from time to time.
Most of them are young people, and they are all led by special personnel. They are all dressed in black robes, like religious pilgrims, with a sacred look on their faces.
Occasionally, one can see a martial artist who is alone, with a weathered face, a resolute expression, and tattered clothes, and some are even skinny, sallow and emaciated, with no clothes covering their bodies. These people still walked up the mountain step by step, facing the increasingly higher and colder thin air, they didn't even flinch at all.
Fortunately, the mountain path has been significantly widened, with a width of seven or eight meters. Neat white steps have been built, and there is a hemispherical white stone pavilion at intervals for people to rest.
Rafael looked all the way over, secretly startled.
These Martial Daoists are all ordinary humans, and they don't have the fluctuations of blood races or wizards, but they are obviously just ordinary people, but they show such a resolute look.
It is said that the Holy Fist Palace has only been established for a mere few years, and there are such sincere believers. One can imagine the status of this organization in the hearts of human martial arts practitioners.
"These are ascetics. Not long ago, after the world boxing exchange gathered at the Holy Boxing Palace, the teacher's reputation as a world boxing master spread. As the only remaining great master martial artist in the world, many martial arts ascetics will come here devoutly for advice." Ning Ruoxi explained, "According to the regulations of the Holy Fist Palace, if you can walk from the foot of the Holy Fist Mountain to the ascetic path without any supplies, and reach the Holy Fist Palace, then you are eligible to join the palace after a free test."
"Isn't this very simple? It's just a two-hour mountain road, even ordinary people, even those who are stronger can hike up the mountain." Rafael was puzzled.
"If only it were that simple. Go this way." Ning Ruoxi took Rafael and turned to the left, leaving the ascetic path and walking on another straight road with more people. On the road, you can still see many people going down and down the mountain, and the flow of people is much larger than before. Many of these people seem to be full of blood and energy, with various decorations and equipment on their bodies, and some even faintly smell of blood.
Seeing the outfits of Ning Ruoxi and the others, most of the people going down the mountain took the initiative to get out of the way, saluted slightly and waited for a few people to pass by before continuing on the road, showing a respectful attitude.
"This is the real pass up the mountain, and the way of penance is to continue to go up from the road we just had." Ning Ruoxi returned the salutes one by one, and waited until there were fewer people before opening her mouth.
"What's the difference?" Rafael asked slightly curiously.
"Of course there is a difference, and it's very big." Ning Ruoxi smiled, "There are guards at intervals on the ascetic path. They give a test at a certain distance. Some of these tests are even extremely dangerous and life-threatening. For example, one of the tests is to walk 200 meters on a cliff that is only palm-width. It will fall into the abyss. This is a test of courage and carefulness, as well as other tests of willpower and so on." Ning Ruoxi also showed a look of awe.
Another guide next to her couldn't help but interject.
"Those who can pass the test and reach the Holy Fist Palace must be outstanding elites. Usually, they will be directly promoted as full-fledged members, and they can freely choose to enter the three major departments, Fighting Club, Nighthawk, and Holy Fist Palace headquarters. You can choose freely King-level boxing, that is, the real primitive boxing."
"Is it very powerful?" Rafael asked curiously. As a sun witch, she has never cared much about the strength of ordinary people. Now seeing the proud expression on that person's face when he spoke, he couldn't help but ask back.
"certainly!"
The man was a girl, and also had a competitive temper.
"Only the two marshals and the four great generals are qualified to practice the king-level boxing. The power is beyond your imagination!"
Rafael smiled, a little disapproving, although I heard that the Holy Fist Palace is very powerful, but that is the strength of a boxing master. Could it be possible to cultivate equally powerful subordinates in just a few years? She doesn't believe it.
But soon her expression froze, because she saw a few familiar figures walking down the mountain.
That was the witness of the blood clan she had seen at the witch gathering. It was a member of the Ming Party. One of the middle blood clan old women walked down the mountain with a calm face at this time. The other party obviously did not know her. At the beginning, she was just a lower level, the gap was too big, and she didn't know how to communicate at all.
Seeing the old woman walking down the mountain slowly, the horror in Rafael's heart suddenly rose.
Soon, she saw blood races exuding middle-rank and low-rank breath coming down from the mountain, chatting happily with some ordinary humans who seemed completely inconspicuous to her, and they looked like they were on equal terms.
This made her little mouth slightly open and a little tight.
Seeing this, Ning Ruoxi and the others felt a little bit of pride and pride in their hearts.
A group of people quickened their pace, went up the mountain quickly, and soon came to the position of the suspension vehicle. After showing their certificates, they all got on the suspension vehicle and moved quickly up the mountain along the strong steel cable.
When the steel cable pierced through the sea of clouds, the surrounding area was completely white.
A strange color flashed in Rafael's eyes.
"so beautiful"
"Of course." Ning Ruoxi smiled.
Time passed by little by little, and soon the car approached the Holy Fist Palace. The tall and huge white building gradually grew bigger and closer, and a huge cylindrical passage on the side was constantly gushing out water-like water. Billowing white gas.
"What is that? It's emitted." Rafael pointed at Bai Qi and asked.
"A special kind of gas is the airflow drawn from the mountain cavity. Because the temperature is too low and the temperature difference of the water vapor inside is too large, it becomes such a gushing white gas. It is actually an ordinary ventilation device." Ning Ruo Xi took the trouble to explain.
The car slowly approached along the cable, and several cars in front were sliding down the mountain along the cable.
Among them was a person wearing a thick cloak and a few of his subordinates, with a somewhat unsightly expression on their faces, and boarded the suspended vehicle.
Rafael looked at one of them, and suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. One of them naturally exuded a tyrannical aura. Looking back at him suddenly, his eyes seemed to light up with a white light for a moment, which was extremely glaring.
Rafael was startled, and immediately lowered his head. I have a new understanding of the strength of the Holy Fist Palace in my heart.
The car got out of the car and was led by a special person into the palace, passing through one area after another, and entering the inner cavity of the mountain.
But half an hour later, Rafael was finally brought into an area where small warm water fountains stood everywhere.
A familiar figure was standing there waiting for her in a bright stone hall.
Ning Ruoxi led her to the entrance of the stone hall, then stopped and left silently. After entering the stone hall, the stone door behind Rafael slowly closed, and there were only her and Garen left in the stone hall.
The side of the white stone hall is a huge floor-to-ceiling glass, and you can see the endless sea of white clouds outside, as if you are on top of the clouds.
"Long time no see, Rafael." The figure turned around and looked at her calmly. Even though this man was wearing a mask, Rafael recognized the sound of his voice immediately. He was the former Garen.
"Yeah, long time no see. How long ago was the last time we met?" Rafael went to a seat beside Garen and sat down.
It seems that the other party is still the same, looking like an ordinary person like before, but she understands that the other party is far from the simple character identity as before, or that he has never been simple from the beginning.
"About a year and two months." Garen replied flatly. "Since you're here, you can take a good rest here. If you want anything, someone will buy it for you down the mountain, or you can live in a small town down the mountain."
"Where do Uncle Emma and Sister Vivien live?" Raphael's eyes moved slightly.
"They're all in the small town below the mountain." Garen didn't hide anything.
"Then I'll go with them too." Rafael lowered his head and bit his lip. "To be honest, I don't have any position to say this anymore. Didn't the relationship between us end silently?"
"Who knows?" Garen laughed, gently lifting her chin. "Stay with my family well. It's not convenient for me to accompany them often now, so only you can help me."
"Don't do this." A flash of anger flashed in Rafael's eyes, and he slapped his hand off, "I don't like this kind of action, it makes me feel very disrespected."
"Okay." Garen was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that Rafael was still the leader of the witches after all. "Okay, you go and have a rest first. I still have things to deal with."
"Okay." Rafael turned around and quickly walked towards the gate of the stone hall, her cheeks were slightly red.
Suddenly, she felt her waist tighten, and Garen hugged her waist from behind. Then a little warmth between the neck and away.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything." Garen's voice came from behind.
(end of this chapter)