Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1279: Yasha Langtai Deji

Lhasa City, La Min Family estate.

In the dead of night, a shadowy figure suddenly emerged from outside and reached the chamber of the La Min family leader—La Min Ouzhu.

Out of the four major chieftain clans in the West, only the La Min family was headed by a woman.

La Min Ouzhu was thirty-six years old this year, a lady with flawless makeup. Her long hair formed a single thick braid draped down her back, exposing a wide, smooth forehead.

Regardless of the circumstance, she always lifted her chin slightly, gazing down at others with her eyes.

Yet she possessed the qualifications for such arrogance. Throughout the vast Southwest Region, scarcely anyone earned her true respect.

But this individual was a rare exception.

A towering silhouette materialized within her enormous bedroom. This space spanned three stories, but she occupied it alone.

Without her explicit order, even her personal attendants were forbidden from stepping inside.

The imposing figure, however, boldly claimed a seat on the sofa in the ground-floor parlor, lifting the helmet of his battle suit to unveil a strikingly handsome face with chiseled contours.

This was no Eastern visage. His deep blue eyes held the depth of vast seas, and his slightly lengthy chestnut hair fell freely in a relaxed manner.

He lounged in the parlor, and shortly after, lights flickered on upstairs.

Clad in a black nightdress, La Min Ouzhu rested against the railing, staring down with a blank expression.

"Where have you been?"

La Min Ouzhu inquired while descending the stairs.

The man kept his gaze forward, grinning as he replied, "I went to check out that spot you told me about. Sure enough, it yielded a surprising find."

La Min Ouzhu sneered coldly, her lips curving.

"I warned you, even if you located that place, you'd never get inside without the La Min family's aid."

The man shrugged nonchalantly. "Worth a shot anyway. But you're spot on, my dear lady."

He retrieved a bottle of red wine from beneath the table, poured a glass for himself, and lifted it in salute toward La Min Ouzhu.

La Min Ouzhu approached and settled onto the sofa beside him, crossing her legs casually, unconcerned that her thigh lay bare to his view.

Regrettably, even at thirty-six, with boundless riches and authority granting access to the finest global beauty treatments, she couldn't fully resist the ravages of time.

Her legs gleamed pale, yet they were slender, tense, and dull in sheen.

"What did you discover?"

La Min Ouzhu fixed her stare on the man before her and demanded.

The man savored a sip of red wine, his eyes deep and twinkling with mischief.

He regarded La Min Ouzhu. "I discovered the happenings on your Snowy Plateau to be far more captivating than anticipated!"

"Though it ramps up the challenges in our partnership, isn't that what adds the thrill?"

La Min Ouzhu poured herself some red wine, swirled the glass, and furrowed her brow.

"No matter what, avoid stirring up trouble. The Yasha Langtai, Pagyi, and Xia Zha clans, plus the monks from Sangha Monastery, are no pushovers."

The tall man opened his palms. "Precisely. That's precisely why we require Your Excellency's cunning plans. But currently, the primary clash isn't centered on you, right?"

La Min Ouzhu sipped her wine, her look icy and resolute. She clenched her teeth.

"Indeed. Let them clash first!"

"The last laugh is what counts, not the loudest."

...

Sangha Monastery lay before the Great Snow Mountain.

From afar, it seemed nestled right against the Great Snow Mountain, as though constructed upon its flanks.

In truth, though, Sangha Monastery maintained a considerable gap from the Great Snow Mountain.

This evening was fated to be restless.

The Great Illumination Hall.

Cross-legged on a meditation cushion sat the Lord of the Charnel Ground. Looming overhead was a statue of Buddha Shakyamuni.

His eyes remained firmly shut in deep meditation.

A breeze stirred in the air—not a chilly gust. It swept through Sangha Monastery's main hall, brushing by the three thousand Prayer Wheel Towers and setting them into gentle rotation.

An unseen energy converged into the Great Illumination Hall, channeling into the Lord of the Charnel Ground's form.

At the Great Snow Mountain's base, he had served as a vessel, drawing in the might of five Epsilon-level entities to shatter the initial seal on the Demon Kingdom Gate.

While on the Snowy Plateau, he could ceaselessly draw upon the esoteric sect's empowering forces.

However, this surge of power proved overwhelmingly vast, hard for him to assimilate immediately.

Back then, to impress the onlookers, he had gritted through the strain.

Now, he required time to gradually mend his Vajra body.

An elderly monk entered the Great Illumination Hall from outside.

His purple monastic robes draped him. Only a sparse fringe of gray hair clung to his scalp.

Gazing upon the Lord of the Charnel Ground in meditation, this elder—the present Khenpo of Sangha Monastery and patriarch of the Yasha Langtai family—Yasha Langtai Deji—spoke measuredly.

"Loren died today."

"He fell to the mercenaries employed by the Pagyi family!"

"You've always advised against clashing with the other clans. Yet a fractured Snowy Plateau invites perpetual strife."

"Jue Guo, when will you consent to intervene? To forge unity across the esoteric sect's full might!"

The Lord of the Charnel Ground gradually parted his eyes.

To Deji, whose features bore sorrow and eyes hid anguish, the Lord of the Charnel Ground intoned deliberately:

"All follows destiny. Loren has simply stepped into reincarnation's wheel. Such is his karma."

Deji's expression hardened. "Lord of the Charnel Ground, remember you belong to the Yasha Langtai family too. We won't tolerate being trampled!"

"The more you delay, the more Snowy Region lives will perish!"

The Lord of the Charnel Ground eased his eyes shut once more.

"Amitabha."

Confronted by the Lord of the Charnel Ground's reply, Deji stomped in fury.

"Very well, if you refuse, then I shall!"

Against the unyielding Lord of the Charnel Ground, Deji found himself powerless.

This Lord of the Charnel Ground, the esoteric sect's paramount Dharma guardian, defied all compulsion.

Once perhaps swayable, now he transcended mere title, embodying a genuine Dharma protector with immense divine abilities.

Regrettably, since his awakening at eight, he had secluded himself in Sangha Monastery, immersing in Buddhist doctrine.

While Buddhist paths offered purity, they might falter in a merciless realm.

His unwavering Buddhist faith had instilled a compassionate soul, rendering him averse to serving as the Yasha Langtai family's blade.

This trait cut both ways.

Viewed differently, should he hunger for dominance, Yasha Langtai Deji's position would vanish.

Deji descended the Great Illumination Hall's steps in a rage.

At the base, his elite guards awaited with deference.

Deji scanned the men ahead. These were Sangha Monastery's Monk Soldiers, Vajras devoted to the Buddhas and gods.

Yet these days, they mirrored the private troops of his Yasha Langtai clan, heeding Deji's every word.

"Mukawa, come here."

Deji summoned one of the guards with a gesture.

Mukawa hastened forward. "Khenpo!"

Deji placed a hand on his head, rubbing gently, then fixed him with a piercing stare:

"Tomorrow, I'm tasking you with a mission!"

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