A few days later …
The Blood Breeds sent people everywhere to search for Dahm and Hochman's whereabouts, but the Death Apostles were still nowhere to be found.
Due to the lack of ancient information, the Holy Fist Palace did not know the exact whereabouts of the Death Apostles. They could only wait quietly and secretly send people to support them. However, the effect was greatly reduced due to the interference of the Blood Breeds.
Both parties had many conflicts in some cities, but they restrained themselves and did not cause a large scale conflict. It was only a small scale game.
The weather in America was gradually entering spring. At this time, Ninox, who had returned from Grano, finally brought Raffaele and her relatives back to the small town residence at the foot of the Holy Fist Palace.
"This is the Holy Fist Palace?" Raffaele raised her head and looked at the majestic white snow mountain. She could not see the top of the mountain, only large white clouds formed a sea of clouds that blocked her view and floated halfway up the mountain.
The person who was leading the way hurriedly replied.
"Yes, this is the headquarters of the Holy Fist Palace, the current Waterbird Fist Holy Temple, and the Shooting Shadow Fist Holy Temple."
The three guides were all dressed in black robes, and Ninox was the same. She walked in the middle and turned around to smile at Raffaele.
"Teacher already knows that you're here and has prepared a banquet. Also, this mountain path will take more than two hours to climb. Of course, we will use suspension cars to replace part of the journey, so it will be easier."
"Is there no road to go up the mountain?" Raffaele was a little confused. She was going up the mountain alone, and the others who came with her were left in the small town at the foot of the mountain.
"We originally planned to build it, but in order to preserve the mountain's original appearance, and to walk up the mountain like this is also a form of training for many martial arts practitioners. This kind of training is good for the mind and body, so no one insisted on building the road," Ninox smiled and replied.
The group continued to walk up the mountain path, and along the way, they would occasionally meet martial arts practitioners who were going down the mountain.
Most of them were young and were led by people. They were all dressed in black robes, like pilgrims from a religion, and had a sacred expression on their faces.
Occasionally, they would see martial arts practitioners who were alone. Their faces were full of hardships, but their expressions were firm. Their clothes were tattered, and some were even as thin as a match. Their faces were yellow and their clothes were not even enough to cover their bodies. These people continued to walk up the mountain step by step. Facing the increasingly cold and thin air, they did not flinch at all.
Fortunately, the mountain path had clearly been widened. It was about seven to eight meters wide, and there were neat white steps. There were hemispherical white stone pavilions every few meters for people to rest in.
Raffaele looked over and was secretly shocked.
These martialists were all ordinary humans. They didn't have the energy waves of vampires or sorcerers, but they were clearly just ordinary people, yet they showed such a determined expression.
It was said that the Holy Fist Palace had only been established for a few years, but there were already such sincere believers. One could only imagine the position this organization held in the hearts of human martial arts practitioners.
"These are Ascetics. Not long ago, when the World Fist Arts Exchange was held at the Holy Fist Palace, Master's reputation as a World Fist Arts Grandmaster spread. As the only remaining Grandmaster martial artist in the world, many Ascetics would come here to learn from him." Ninox explained, "According to the rules of the Holy Fist Palace, if you can walk from the foot of the Holy Fist Mountain to the Holy Fist Palace without any supplies, then you'll be qualified to join the palace after a free test."
"Isn't that very simple? It's only a two-hour mountain path. Even if it's an ordinary person, if they're slightly stronger, they can walk up the mountain. "Raffaele was puzzled.
"If only it were that simple. Let's go this way. " Ninox brought Raffaele to the left and left the Ascetic Path. They walked on another path with more people. On the way, they could still see many people coming down from the mountain. The flow of people was much more than before. Many of these people seemed to be full of vitality and energy. They had all kinds of decorative equipment on them, and some of them even had the faint smell of blood on them.
When they saw Ninox and the others' attire, most of the people who were going down the mountain took the initiative to open up a path. They slightly saluted them and waited for them to pass before continuing on their way, showing their respect.
"This is the real entrance to the mountain. The Ascetic Path continues from the path we took just now." Ninox returned their salutes and waited until there were fewer people before speaking.
"What's the difference?" Raffaele asked curiously.
"Of course there's a difference, and it's very big." Ninox smiled. "There are guards at every certain distance on the Ascetic Path. They are all the disciples and elders of the Holy Fist Palace who are doing voluntary Ascetic Cultivation. They will give the Ascetics a test every certain distance. Some of these tests are extremely dangerous and can even endanger one's life. For example, one of the tests is to walk two hundred meters on a cliff that's only the width of a palm. If you're not careful, you'll fall into the abyss. This is a test of courage and meticulousness. There are also other tests of willpower and so on. "Ninox's face was filled with respect.
Another guide beside her couldn't help but interrupt.
"Those who can pass the test and reach the Holy Fist Palace are definitely outstanding elites. Usually, they'll be directly promoted to official members. They can freely choose to enter the three major departments, the combat club, the Nighthawks, and the Holy Fist Palace. They can freely choose the Imperial Fist Arts, which is the real Primitive Fist Arts. "
"Is it very powerful?" Raffaele asked curiously. As a Sun Witch, she didn't care much about the strength of ordinary people. Now that she saw the arrogant look on that person's face when he spoke, she couldn't help but ask.
"Of course!"
That person was a girl, and she was also very competitive.
"Only the two marshals and the four generals have the right to practice the Imperial Fist Arts. Its power is something you can't even imagine!"
Raffaele smiled and didn't think much of it. Although she heard that the Holy Fist Palace was very powerful, that was only the strength of the Fist Saint. How could they be able to cultivate such powerful subordinates in just a few years? She didn't believe it.
But soon, her expression froze because she saw a few familiar figures walking down the mountain.
They were the Blood Breed witnesses she saw at the witch gathering. They were once members of the light party. One of them was a middle-level old lady from the Blood Breed. At this moment, she was walking down the mountain calmly. It was obvious that the other party didn't know her. Back then, she was only a lower-level Blood Breed. The gap between them was too big, so they didn't have much interaction.
Looking at the old lady walking down the mountain slowly, Raffaele's heart was suddenly filled with shock.
Very quickly, she saw many Blood Breeds that were emitting the aura of a middle or lower level descending from the mountain. They were chatting happily with some ordinary humans that looked completely unremarkable to her. They actually seemed to be on equal footing.
This made her mouth open slightly and she couldn't close it.
When Ninox and the rest saw this, their hearts were filled with pride and pride.
The group of people quickened their pace and quickly went up the mountain. Soon, they arrived at the suspension trailer. After showing their identification, they sat on the suspension trailer and moved up the mountain quickly along the sturdy steel cable.
When the steel cable passed through the sea of clouds, the surrounding was white and boundless.
Raffaele's eyes flashed with surprise.
"It's so beautiful …"
"Of course," Ninox smiled.
Time passed by slowly. Soon, the car arrived at the Holy Fist Palace. The huge white building gradually became bigger and closer. There was a huge cylindrical passage on the side that was constantly spewing out white gas like water.
"What's that? It's coming out," Raffaele pointed at the white gas and asked.
"It's a special kind of gas. It's the air that's being sucked out from the internal cavity of the mountain. Because the temperature is too low, the difference in temperature of the water vapor inside is too big. In fact, it's just a normal ventilation system, "Ninox explained patiently.
The car slowly approached along the steel cable. In front of them, there were a few cars that were sliding down the mountain along the steel cable.
Among them, there was a person wearing a thick cloak. He brought a few of his subordinates and got on the suspension trailer with an unpleasant expression.
Raffaele looked at one of them and suddenly felt her heart skip a beat. One of them was naturally emitting a violent aura. When he looked back at her coldly, his eyes seemed to light up for a moment. It was extremely glaring.
Raffaele was shocked and immediately lowered her head. She had a new understanding of the Holy Fist Palace's strength.
The car got off and was led into the palace by a person. They passed through area after area and entered the internal cavity of the mountain.
However, half an hour later, Raffaele was finally brought into an area with small warm water fountains.
A familiar figure was standing there in a bright stone hall waiting for her.
Ninox brought her to the entrance of the stone hall. Then, she stopped and left silently. After entering the stone hall, the stone door behind Raffaele slowly closed. Suddenly, only she and Garon were left in the stone hall.
On the side of the white stone hall was a huge floor-to-ceiling glass. They could see the endless sea of white clouds outside as if they were above the clouds.
"Long time no see, Raffaele," the figure turned around and looked at her calmly. Although this person was wearing a mask, Raffaele could recognize his voice immediately. He was the former Garon.
"Yeah, long time no see. When was the last time we met?" Raffaele walked to a seat beside Garon and sat down.
He still looked the same as before. He looked like an ordinary person. However, she understood that he was not as simple as he used to be. In other words, he was never simple from the beginning.
"About a year and two months," Garon replied calmly. "Since you're here, you should rest here. If you want anything, someone will go down the mountain to buy it for you. You can also stay in the small town at the foot of the mountain."
"Where do Uncle Emma and Sister Vivien live?" Raffaele's eyes moved slightly.
"They're all in the small town at the foot of the mountain." Garon didn't hide anything.
"Then I'll go with them." Raffaele lowered her head and bit her lip. "To be honest, I don't have the right to say this. Didn't we end it silently a long time ago?"
"Who knows?" Garon smiled and gently lifted her chin. "Spend some time with my family. It's not convenient for me to spend time with them. Only you can help me."
"Don't be like this." Raffaele's eyes flashed with anger. She slapped his hand away, "I don't like this kind of action. It makes me feel disrespected."
"Okay." Garon was slightly surprised. Only then did he remember that Raffaele was still a leader among the witches. "Okay, you go and rest first. I still have things to take care of. "
"Okay." Raffaele turned around and quickly walked to the door of the stone hall. Her cheeks were slightly red.
Suddenly, she felt her waist tighten. She was actually held by Garon from behind. Then there was a touch of warmth on her neck.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything." Garon's voice came from behind.
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