Fallen Wind of Mu Xuan

  He only felt a surge of nausea in his chest, the limbs scattered on the ground stained with blood, and the white-clothed man's ruthless and cruel means made people feel chilled to the bone. He thought he wouldn't be scared, but when he saw the brutal scene in front of him, he was so frightened that he couldn't say a word...

  What a cruel means!

  That white-clothed man was able to raise his knife and bring it down without blinking an eye, he didn't need to threaten those black-clothed men in any way, this one move alone was enough to intimidate their will, making them tremble with fear, step by step achieving the effect he wanted!

  "Master, scared? If you're scared, then don't look."

  Xia Xue's soft voice sounded in his ear, recalling his attention. He swallowed hard and turned to look at Xia Xue beside him, seeing that her face was as usual, without a hint of fear. He couldn't help but ask: "Little Snow, aren't you afraid?"

  "Why be afraid?" Xia Xue smiled softly: "Leng Xiao's methods of dealing with enemies have always been like this, we're already used to it."

  "Revenge?" That man in white clothes?

  "Yes, the eight of them are Tian Sha, Di Sha, Bai Sha, Hei Sha, Feng Sha, Lei Sha, Xue Sha and Leng Sha. In Jianghu, some people also call them Sha Shen. The eight of them were all personally trained by their master, with skills and strength far surpassing theirs. Except for their master, they had never shown any warmth to anyone, including her and Xiao Yu, whom they always treated coldly."

  Eight Trigrams of Death?

  His blood-red eyes swept across the eight of them, then turned to look at Tang Xin who was standing aside with a carefree expression, before slowly lowering his eyelids.

  Just as the two were talking, those black-clothed men one by one fell to the ground. It wasn't easy for them to cultivate to the peak of Martial Ancestor. All cultivators knew that once they entered the Martial Ancestor realm, their lifespan would be twice that of ordinary people. And if they entered the Martial Saint realm, they would have a full 300 years of life. Although some people might not be able to enter the Martial Saint realm even after decades of effort, but as for the Martial Ancestor's lifespan, they hadn't even lived half of it yet. Therefore, they feared death more than anyone else, and were more afraid of losing everything they currently possessed...

  "Next, who?" The icy sword tip pointed at several black-clad men, sweeping past them one by one, coldly watching their terrified expressions.

  "I, I said! I said!" The defensive lines in his heart were destroyed one by one, and a man in black finally couldn't bear it.

  "Shut up!"

  The black-clad man at the forefront heard this and cast a sinister glance at him, his stern voice carrying a warning and threat: "You are a proud master of the Martial Orthodox's peak! Does your dignity allow you to lower your head and admit defeat to them? Does your dignity allow you to beg for mercy from them? Even if you did, they wouldn't let you off!"

  Upon hearing this, Tang Xin's lips curled up slightly as he glanced at the black-clad man. The Martial Saint's temperament was indeed higher than that of ordinary people; compared to his life, he seemed to value his dignity as a Martial Saint even more.

  "Ah!"

  A shrill cry of despair pierced through the bamboo forest, making those black-clad men's hearts quiver with fear, swallowing hard and staring at the white-robed man in terror.

  "You're right, you won't leave this place alive." Leng Xiao swept a cold glance over the few people: "But, can die a little more quickly!" The blood-stained sword tip sliced through the black-clad man who was twitching on the ground, and with one sword strike, he had cut off his ear along with his arm. Fresh blood splattered everywhere, deeply stimulating everyone's vision.

  The sword qi swept past, the black-clothed man on the ground convulsed violently, without a scream, because his tongue had been cut off, and he was blind from the sword qi's sweep, his limbs were severed, fresh blood flowed, thick and pungent.

  "If I had known earlier... if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have been so eager for immortality cultivation... and it wouldn't have ended up like this..."

  A faint, soulless voice drifted out, as if it had lost its spirit. A black-clad figure stared blankly at another black-clad figure who was convulsing, then suddenly chuckled softly: "Heh heh heh... Nothing comes easily in life, does it? Killing an ordinary woman would really help them embark on the path of immortality? Heh heh heh, I knew it, I knew it..."

  Cultivating immortality?

  Listening to those whispers, Tang's eyes narrowed: "The one who ordered you to kill me is a cultivator?"

  "That's right! Let's go kill her, the immortal!" The black-clothed man's eyes suddenly took on a look of yearning: "I've never seen an immortal before, but it turns out that immortals really exist. The immortal rode in on his sword, his whole body emitting an otherworldly aura, so lofty and unattainable, yet so alluring. The immortal told us that as long as we help him kill a woman named Tang Xin, he would take them to the land of cultivators and put them on the path to immortality..."

  "Heh heh, the immortal path of cultivation, if we weren't so greedy, how would we have ended up in this situation?"

  "Never mind, never mind. Rather than suffering to the end, it's better for us to take matters into our own hands." As soon as this voice fell, they suddenly and without warning detonated the martial power within their bodies. Seeing the martial power that had suddenly surged up filling the air around them, everyone was shocked and quickly retreated.

  Bang!

  Rumble...

  Inducing self-explosion, this is an extremely tragic death state. Mobilizing the martial force inside the body and gathering it in the dantian to explode it, its power is strong enough to spread ten meters away. The corpse will be completely destroyed!

  Tang Xin and his group retreated to a distance of ten meters, watching as the powerful airflow spread out like ripples, destroying all the bamboo within a radius of ten meters. The dark energy was so strong that it shattered the ground, sending dust and bamboo leaves swirling into the air. In that area, fragmented corpses were scattered everywhere, charred beyond recognition. And in the center of the airflow, as it dissipated, a deep crater appeared - a massive pit created by the force of Wu's blow. If anyone had been caught in the blast, there would have been no chance of survival.

  "Sister, what if they're all dead?" Tang Zihao furrowed his brow, and only then did he ask a little more. It turned out that they had all self-destructed, but why were they connected to the immortal? When did the Dragon Ascending Continent have cultivators?

  "Immortal flying with a sword? Cultivator?" She thought for a moment, saying: "Things seem not as simple as we imagined, involving cultivators, I also can't figure out why, let's go back and discuss it with Father."

  If she were a strong person on the Dragon Continent, she could deal with it to some extent. However, cultivators are unfamiliar to her, and she doesn't know their strength, but she knows what will happen if she is targeted by a cultivator. The question is, why would a cultivator target her? And even send someone to kill her?

  "What? You're saying that this matter is related to a cultivator?" Tang Zhengyu was shocked and stood up involuntarily when he heard their words.

  "Hmm, that's what they said, and I think it's also very likely. After all, those black-clothed men are top-notch masters of the Wu Zong peak level. Except for cultivators, they wouldn't listen to anyone else. But I'm a bit puzzled - since the cultivator who wants my life has arrived in Longteng Continent, why didn't he take action himself? It shouldn't be difficult for a cultivator to take my life."

  Tang Zhengyu furrowed his brow and looked at her with a serious expression, saying: "I once read in an ancient book that cultivators cannot kill ordinary people."

  "Why is this?"

  Because they are different from us martial artists, martial artists only need to cultivate their martial skills and techniques to improve their ranking. Whether or not they can break through the barriers also depends on individual enlightenment. As for cultivators of immortality, they cultivate a type of energy called spiritual energy, also known as immortal energy by ordinary people. When entering the stage of forming an elixir, one must go through the heavenly tribulation and withstand the trial of thunder to successfully break through. If one kills an ordinary person and gives rise to inner demons, it will be a major obstacle during the tribulation, even leading to failure and death on the spot. Therefore, cultivators of immortality would never personally kill an ordinary person.

  Several people who had never heard of the world of cultivation were stunned, it turned out that there was such a mysterious existence in this world, heavenly tribulation? Cultivators have to go through heavenly tribulation? No wonder cultivators are called immortals by ordinary people, and are said to be divine. It seems that there is some truth to this after all.

  "Dad, I just don't understand why cultivators want to get me killed." She had been in the Dragon Ascending Continent for so many years and hadn't seen a single cultivator, so how could she have provoked such a fatal disaster?

  Suddenly, a gleam of inspiration flashed through her mind, and she thought of the aura in her body that was not the aura of martial arts, as well as the mysterious golden lotus behind her back, and the bracelet that had suddenly appeared on her wrist recently. All these were unsolved mysteries, and would they have something to do with her origins? Would it be because of this that she would invite disaster upon herself?

  She knew that her martial skills could be used against warriors who cultivated their inner power, but wanting to deal with cultivators was impossible. The techniques and methods used by cultivators were two different things, fundamentally incomparable. What she worried about most now was whether the cultivator's strength would be too great? If he discovered the spiritual energy in her body, he would know that she was different from ordinary people, and at that time, he would definitely come to hunt her down personally, and her life would be in danger!

  "We can only be careful and prepared, this time he failed, he will definitely come again, I'm worried that next time the person he sends won't be someone we can handle." Tang Zhengyu's expression was solemn, with a lingering worry in his eyes.

  Tang Zihao thought for a moment and said, "Since the cultivators are so powerful, why don't we also think of a way to go to the Tiger's Roar Continent? I've heard that there are many true cultivators there. We can cultivate ourselves there, and even if we can't become immortal cultivators, we can still increase our strength!" He was very interested in cultivation, and flying with swords was something that warriors couldn't do. The more he learned about the cultivators, the more curious he became to explore their secrets.

  "Do you think cultivation is that easy?" Tang Zhengyu glanced at him: "In these years, I have read many books about cultivation. On the Dragon Roar Continent, which is on par with the Tiger Howl Continent, most people are only true cultivators. The difference between a true cultivator and a cultivator is still very big. Some people spend their entire lives unable to successfully build their foundation, let alone step into the threshold of cultivation. Moreover, wanting to become a true cultivator also requires certain conditions."

  "What conditions?"

  "Linggen, anyone who becomes a cultivator must possess linggen. The quality of linggen distinguishes between geniuses and mediocre talents. Moreover, some people spend years just condensing their qi into their body, and only those who successfully lay the foundation can be considered to have entered the realm of immortals, stepping into the stage of cultivating immortality."

  Tang Xin fell silent, and her energy entered her body. It seemed that she had successfully done so a few years ago, in a muddled manner. And it was precisely because of this reason that when she was making medicine, she would often unintentionally wrap the medicinal pellets with that aura. Perhaps it was also because of this reason that the medicinal pellets produced under her hands always had remarkable efficacy.

  "Master, someone has come from the palace."

  The voice of the housekeeper sounded outside, and the eight trigrams in the room exchanged a glance with Mo, and without saying a word, they disappeared into the hall. Xia Xue and Xia Yu looked around and saw that everything was normal, so they walked forward and opened the closed door.

  "How did someone come into the palace?" Tang Zihao looked at his father in surprise: "Father, is it that the Emperor has found you for something?"

  Tang Zhengyu, who was sitting in the main seat, looked surprised and stood up: "I'll go out and see what's going on."

  "Then I'll go take a look at Mother." Tang Xin also stood up and walked out with him, but just as she was about to head to the backyard, the steward hesitated for a moment before speaking up.

  "Old master, young lady, the people from the palace are still carrying sedan chairs and coming over. Apart from a team of guards, it seems like there's also eunuchs attending to His Majesty. The moment that eunuch opened his mouth, he asked if the young lady was in the manor. It looks like they've come for the young lady."

  Upon hearing this, the two of them exchanged a glance. Tang Xin smiled and said: "Dad, since that's the case, I'll accompany you to take a look!"

  "Alright." He nodded and walked out.

  Tang Zihao, who was walking behind, furrowed his brow and paused for a moment before following him out.

  "Wow, congratulations to Master Tang and Miss Tang! Yesterday's battle was truly a triumph, and now the people of the Imperial City are all talking about it. Anyone who mentions Miss Tang can't help but give her a thumbs up in admiration!" The eunuch servant couldn't help but praise them as soon as he saw them, and even walked up to Tang Xin's face to offer his congratulations repeatedly.

  "Miss Tang not only looks beautiful, but her skills are also hidden from view! It's really 'if you don't make a sound, then it's fine, but if you do, it will shock people', truly making one admire and surrender. Master Xiang having Miss Tang as his daughter is truly a blessing!"

  Tang Xin smiled faintly and looked at him quietly. Meanwhile, Tang Zhengyu on the side laughed and spoke up: "Hehe, Your Excellency is being too kind, you've specially come here, isn't it that His Majesty has some instructions?"

  "It's not an order, but the Emperor has asked our family to come, and it's to invite Miss Tang into the palace for a visit. Look, the Emperor even had us prepare a sedan chair." He pinched his thumb and pointed behind him, where a magnificent eight-man sedan chair was parked, with eight robust guards standing by to carry it.

  Tang Zhengyu's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes: "I don't know why the Emperor summoned the young lady to the palace, what is the purpose?"

  "Your Excellency needn't worry, the flowers in the Imperial Garden have bloomed and the scenery is breathtakingly beautiful. The Emperor has invited Miss Tang to enter the palace to admire the flowers."

  "He looked at Tang Xin, somewhat puzzled in his heart, what did the emperor mean by this?"

  Tang Xin's eyes flickered slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her lips: "Father, since that's the case, then I'll go to the palace to take a look."

  "But, heart, this seems..."

  "Dad, it's okay, just let Xiaoxue and Xiaoyu follow along." She also wanted to know what Mu Tianyu was thinking. Was he inviting her into the palace to admire the flowers? This reason was truly far-fetched.

  "Sister, I'll go with you!" Tang Zihao walked forward and looked at the eunuch: "Let's go! I also want to see what flowers are in bloom in the palace."

  The eunuch hesitated, his face showing a difficult expression: "This... Young Master Tang, the Emperor only instructed to invite Miss Tang alone."

  "Is it just her? Isn't it more enjoyable with a few more people when appreciating flowers? Just inviting my sister alone? What does Your Majesty mean by this?"

  "The will of heaven is hard to predict, our family is just following orders, Miss Tang, please!" He half bowed and made a gesture of invitation.

  Tang Xin smiled and said to the two people beside her: "Dad, Fat Brother, then I'll go into the palace."

  "Master, young master, we will take good care of Miss." Xia Xue and Xia Yu said softly, then followed on both sides of the sedan.

  Watching her get into the sedan chair and being carried in the direction of the imperial palace, Tang Zihao thought for a moment before asking: "Father, what do you think the emperor means by this? Why did he only let my sister enter the palace? And why didn't he allow us to follow?"

  Tang Zhengyu's expression was solemn and he sank into deep thought for a moment. After a while, he looked around and then said, "Go inside and talk."

  He hastily followed in. In the hall, Tang Zhengyu sipped his tea lightly and didn't say a word for a long time. Sitting next to him, Tang Zihao couldn't help but ask: "Dad? You'd better say something!"

  "How many concubines and consorts does the emperor have in his harem?"

  Upon hearing this abrupt sentence, Tang Zihao was taken aback and stared at him in shock: "Dad, you can't mean...?" Oh my god! How is that possible?

  "At present, the Holy One attaches great importance to cultivation. He has put in a lot of effort in his practice and is considered one of the strongest in the Dragon Ascending Continent. Compared to Emperor Zong, the master of the number one manor in the world, he is even more unfathomable. Except for the wise king's mother queen, there are only five or six concubines in the palace now, and his strength has reached the level of a Martial Saint, whose lifespan is 300 years, and can keep his body and appearance at their peak..."

  "Shut up, shut up!" He cut off his next words, his face turning extremely ugly: "If he dares to have ideas about my sister, even if I'm not his opponent, I will definitely not let him go!"

  His sister was a stunning beauty, noble and elegant, holy and lovely, she was the fairy from high above, he would never allow anyone to have a slight disrespect towards her!

  Tang Zhengyu glanced at him and sighed, "One person's strength is no match for the strength of an army. If he really had such thoughts, even if his skills were exceptional, it would be difficult to escape the power under the imperial authority."

  One person's strength is not strong, after all, no matter how strong it is, it can't match the strength of a country. Moreover, Mu Tianyou has a powerful shadow force that is absolutely not to be underestimated. Now, he just hopes that he was being overly cautious, if Mu Tianyou really had such intentions, Tang's family might find it difficult to stand firm in this imperial city.

  "Old master, young master, Emperor's son requests an audience." The housekeeper's voice came from outside. In the great hall, the father and son exchanged a glance.

  "Dad, Emperor Xiang is still thinking of entangling with my sister. If not, I'll go and chase him away."

  "Wait." Tang Zhengyu stopped him, thinking deeply: "From start to finish, he has never stood in opposition to us. Even when his father was at odds with us, he was always advising both sides not to resort to violence. Moreover, you know his feelings towards your sister are genuine and sincere. Since he has come to our doorstep seeking an audience, let's see him and hear what he has to say before making a decision."

  "Please invite him in!" Tang Zihao gestured to the butler to go and invite the guest, while he himself turned around and sat down on his seat.

  Before long, a figure clad in blue robes, Emperor Di Shang, walked into the hall. Upon seeing the two individuals inside, he approached the center of the room and bowed to Tang Zhengyu, who was seated in the main seat: "Tang Shi Bo."

  "Please sit down!"

  "Thank you, sir." He lifted his robe and sat down, and the maid immediately presented him with tea.

  "What are you doing here again?" Tang Zihao looked at him with a bad attitude, perhaps the impression of this person was not bad before, but now he only felt that this person would bring trouble to his sister.

  "Zi Hao, do not be rude." Tang Zhengyu glanced at him and then looked at Di Shangmiao, asking: "Is your respected father doing well?" After that day's trial, the reputation of the number one Zhuang in the world was somewhat damaged. As for Emperor Zonghen, a person with such a high and proud heart, he probably wouldn't be able to let it go so quickly either.

  "Please don't worry, my father has already set out to return home this morning. He asked me to come and apologize to you, Uncle, and hopes that you won't take what happened the other day to heart." As he spoke, he stood up, bowed his waist and made a courtesy.

  Tang Zhengyu helped him up: "Now that it's over, let's not mention it again. You came today to find Xiner, didn't you?"

  "After that day's comparison, I haven't seen him, so I want to see her, there are some words, I want to say to her in person."

  On the side, Tang Zihao lazily glanced at him and said, "You're late! My sister has been taken into the palace, I don't know when she'll be back."

  "Enter the palace?" He was taken aback, his puzzled gaze turned to Tang Zhengyu.

  Someone has just been sent from the palace, saying it's an imperial decree, to take Xiner to the palace to view the flowers.

  Upon hearing this, Emperor Di Shang furrowed his brow. A palace excursion to admire the flowers? Was Marquis Mu Tianyu allowing someone to take her to the palace to view the flowers? What did this mean?

  On the other hand, in the imperial garden within the palace, Yu Tianyou sat in a pavilion sipping wine, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe. His gaze was lost in thought as it fell upon the vibrant flowers that were in full bloom, seemingly pondering something through them.

  Until a faint sound of footsteps entered his ears, he came back to his senses, withdrew his gaze, and looked up along the sound of the footsteps. At this glance, a sharp and majestic gaze flashed with a bright light, and he half-closed his eyes, watching her walk elegantly in the company of two maids.

  It is undeniable that Tang Xin is indeed breathtakingly beautiful, her beauty not only lies in her stunning looks but also the natural elegance and nobility she exudes, the refinement and poise in every gesture, and the captivating charm in every smile. Her presence commands attention, effortlessly overshadowing others' brilliance wherever she goes. At just fifteen years old, she already possesses a mesmerizing aura; with time, her feminine charm will only intensify, rendering every man helpless to resist her allure, willing to surrender to her whims.

  "Tang Xin has seen the Emperor." She walked slowly towards him, only slightly bowing to him in greeting, not the grand ceremony between a ruler and his subject, for though he was the ruler, she was not his subject.

  Mu Tianyou's sharp eyes flickered, and he walked forward, personally helping her up: "No need for excessive courtesy, come, we've been waiting for you for a long time."

  As he claimed, a faint glimmer flashed across her serene eyes. She quietly got up and avoided his outstretched hand, looked up at him and asked: "I wonder what the Emperor has summoned me for, is there something?"

  She avoided him without a trace, and Mu Tianyu smiled unintentionally: "Let's sit down and chat! Come, these are all the pastries made by the imperial kitchen in the palace, try them."

  Xia Xue and Xia Yu, who were standing behind her, exchanged a glance without any expression, lowered their heads and stood quietly, as calm as ordinary maids.

  "Thank you, Your Majesty." She sat down at the table, looking at the pastries on it, her eyes moved, and she picked up a piece to taste: "The chefs in the palace are really different from those outside, even the pastries can be made so exquisite and delicious."

  "Since you like it, have some more." He smiled, sitting there without eating, just looking at her with an ambiguous expression: "Tang Xin, what do you think of this Imperial Garden?"

  "Hundreds of flowers bloom together, beauty is overwhelming."

  "Really?" He gazed at the blooming flowers in the garden, then shifted his gaze to her: "But I think that even this beautiful garden can't compare to a fraction of your beauty." His profound and unfathomable eyes met hers, as if trying to see through her.

  Tang Xin's lips curved up slightly in a faint smile, her clear eyes gazing at the flowers all over the garden, her expression as calm and serene as ever, seemingly without any tension or unease due to his words.

  Seeing her expression unchanged, with a faint smile on her face, and a hint of calmness and nonchalance in her clear and proud demeanor, he paused for a moment, his flickering gaze falling on her body, and his low voice spoke out again: "I have held imperial power for many years, and half of the Dragon Continent is under my jurisdiction. In the eyes of the common people, I am the ruler who controls their fate. In the eyes of cultivators, I am a powerful being with unparalleled strength. Do you think that such a me can be considered successful?"

  "Of course." She smiled slightly: "The Emperor's cultivation is rare to have an opponent on the Dragon Continent, and can be considered a strong among the strong." However, there is a saying in this world that goes, one mountain is still higher than another.

  After hearing her words, he seemed to be delighted, and a hint of smile appeared on his majestic face. The proud color between his eyebrows was naturally revealed, and it was clear that he himself was also proud of his current achievements.

  "I've been in the Martial Saint realm for many years. Among cultivators, once one's cultivation reaches the Martial Saint level, their lifespan can reach up to 300 years, which is several times longer than that of ordinary people. In the world of cultivators, a man who has established himself by the age of 40 is even more charming, and a man in his 40s among cultivators is like a young man just over 20..."

  Listening to him selling himself like a salesman, Tang Xin picked up the tea and pretended to drink it, actually hiding the twitching corners of her mouth. Was this Mo Tianyu crazy? He actually had his eyes on her? And he told her that men in their 40s were more charming? Men in their 40s among cultivators were like young people in their 20s? Was he okay? Even if what he said was true, how could she possibly look up to an old man who was as old as her father?

  Xia Xue and Xia Yu, who had been standing quietly behind her with their heads bowed, looked up at him simultaneously after hearing his words, then glanced at their own young mistress before lowering their eyes again.

  The two of them couldn't help but think that this Mo Tianyu actually had the audacity to have designs on their young mistress? Was he out of his mind? How could their young mistress possibly look at him with favor?

  "For so many years, the position has been vacant, never finding a woman suitable to sit in it. Even with all my achievements today, I still lack a woman who can share this world with me." He said wistfully, his gaze fixed on her stunning face.

  "The Emperor's cultivation is so high, and he holds the imperial power, with the power of life and death in his hands. In the future, someone who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Emperor must be a woman with extraordinary strength and outstanding talent. Just because I haven't met her yet doesn't mean she won't appear."

  He looked up and laughed: "Haha, not bad, not bad! Well said!" His smiling eyes shone with a determined light as he gazed at the stunning beauty who was sipping tea with her eyes slightly closed. He recalled the moves she had made when fighting Emperor Zong that day, and a hint of darkness flashed across his eyes. His heart skipped a beat as he asked: "Tang Xin, I saw your movements were swift and agile, your techniques precise, and your footwork unusual. Who did you learn from?"

  She smiled, and a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes: "My six masters each taught me martial skills, saying that even though I have no martial power myself, they still want to train me so as not to lose their prestige."

  "Oh? You actually have six masters? I wonder which six?" On the mainland, it's usually only one master. After all, those who can be masters are not weak in strength, and precisely because of this, they are very proud and will not agree to their apprentices worshiping other people as masters, but she said she has six masters?

  "They are the six freaks of Green Peak." She smiled lightly, not surprised to see his disconcerted expression: "They have eccentric personalities. Originally I only intended to take one as my master, but they all said that if I was going to take one, I had to take all six, so I ended up with six masters."

  It's actually the Green Peak Six Freaks...

  Moy Tianyou composed himself, letting his face return to normal. However, he was still extremely shocked in his heart. The Green Peak Six Monsters? Those were people who could make the entire imperial palace shake with just a casual stomp of their feet! Since they retired more than a decade ago, hardly anyone had seen them appear again. Nevertheless, among cultivators, their great names and deeds still inspired reverence and fear whenever mentioned. He never thought that his master would actually be one of the Green Peak Six Monsters! No wonder her techniques were so bizarre, no wonder she could defeat the master of the number one sect in the world, Emperor Zong, with just a single move...

  When they heard that their young mistress had brought the six old freaks as a shield, Xia Xue and Xia Yu both flashed a smile in their eyes. With the strength of those six people, even if this Emperor really had any unscrupulous thoughts towards the young mistress, he wouldn't dare to force her with imperial power or military might. After all, those six were not ordinary people who could be easily provoked.

  "Haha, it's not early anymore, I still have things to attend to, let the eunuch send you back!" He stood up, although he tried his best to conceal that ugly expression, but that awkward look couldn't be concealed no matter what.

  Watching him leave after speaking, Tang Xin finally put down her teacup and laughed softly.

  "Miss, this Shu Tianyou's face is so thick, at his age he still wants to eat tender grass, really doesn't know shame." Xia Yu whispered, stepping forward and holding her hand: "Miss, let's go back! This imperial palace isn't even as comfortable as our own home."

  "Be careful what you say, someone might hear it."

  Xia Yu smiled sweetly: "There's no one around, and besides, I didn't say anything wrong!"

  "Alright, let's go back!" She shook her head and smiled lightly, getting up and walking out.

  When they returned to the Xiang Mansion, the sun had already begun to set. Just as they were about to step inside, a blue-clad figure emerged from within, and the two of them collided head-on.

  "Tang Xin? You're back?" Emperor Miao's face lit up with joy, and he hastily went forward to greet him.

  "How did you get here?" She looked at him with a mix of emotions in her heart.

  "I've been waiting for you here for a long time, I heard that you entered the palace, is everything okay?"

  Thinking of what Tian Tianyou said, she smiled slightly: "It's nothing."

  "Want to go out for a walk with me? I have something to tell you."

  "You two go in first! Tell my dad that I'll be back later." She said to Xia Xue and the person behind her, then turned around and walked out.

  When they first met, he immediately followed her. The two of them walked slowly, one street after another, but still didn't say a word until they reached the lake and Tang Xin stopped in her tracks and looked at him.

  "Aren't you going to say something?"

  He looked at her with a thoughtful expression: "I have many things I want to say to you, but don't know where to start."

  "If it's better not to say anything, then don't say anything!" How could she not know what he wanted to say? But even if she did say something, what would be the point? It's better this way, going with the flow is more comfortable.

  Di Shang gazed deeply at her, when suddenly he heard a faint and mournful zither melody carried on the wind. His heart skipped a beat as he said to her: "Wait for me here." As soon as his words fell, he strode towards the boats drifting on the lake.

  As she watched his slender figure glide across the lake, her eyes sparkled with thought, as if pondering something. Before long, the sound of the guqin in the wind suddenly stopped, and when he stepped back onto the water's surface, a guqin appeared in his arms.

  "I'll play the zither for you!" he said, walking to the lake's edge and sitting down, placing the zither on his knees, putting both hands on the strings, and with a strum of his fingers, a clear sound rang out.

  She gazed at him in astonishment, never expecting that he could play the piano, and what's more, played it so well. Watching him sit by the lake, his expression was focused yet with a hint of melancholy, his refined face showed a sense of fatigue, his blue robe fluttering gently in the wind, his black hair dancing lightly, the lake surface beside him rippling with sparkling waves, making him look ethereal, yet emitting an inexplicable aura of emptiness, as if he was right in front of her, yet far away in the distance.

  The sound of the zither rang out, yet in its elegance, it carried a thread of sorrow, as if telling the countless words that could not be spoken from his heart. At times, it was like the gentle flow of water through the mountains, softly flowing over the stone crevices; at times, it was like pearls falling onto a jade plate, pleasant and soothing to the ear; and at times, it was like a faint, mournful sob, striking her heart...

  She stared blankly, watching him with his eyes slightly closed, watching the fatigue on his face, watching the worry that couldn't be dispelled from his body. At this moment, her heart moved slightly, and an inexplicable feeling spread out from the bottom of her heart, quickly occupying her heart.

  The sound of the zither was low and lingering by the lake, carried away by the wind to a distant place, until the last note fell, when he opened his eyes, when he saw Tang Xin standing quietly in front of him, looking at him with an unknown expression. The two locked eyes, but then smiled, a smile of relief...

  Night, quietly and silently arrived, like a black cloth covering the earth, yet full of twinkling stars. The bright moon emitted a fascinating glow, illuminating the dark night sky around it. Next to the moon, two close stars shone with moving light, just like the two people who were dependent on each other, appreciating the moon on the roof of the mansion.

  A black figure appeared like a ghost on a tree not far from them, his exquisite movements avoiding the dark guards scattered around him, his shadow merged with the night, making it impossible to detect his presence.

  Those dark pupils, shining with a deep and mysterious light under the night sky, fell on the two people leaning against each other on the rooftop. His gaze dimmed, as if his mood had changed, and the air around him grew even colder. At that moment, the cold energy in his body suddenly surged up without warning, causing his hand grasping the branch to tremble involuntarily. He seemed to be restraining something, tightly pursing his lips, but still couldn't stop his mouth from trembling due to the chill of the cold energy.

  He held his breath, and his deep eyes swept towards the two of them. He then took a deep breath and flew swiftly in the direction of his own residence. However, as soon as he did, a chill rose up within him, and his body gradually stiffened. A layer of white mist-like gas also covered his cold and stern face, causing his lips and complexion to turn icy and pale, as if they had been frostbitten.

  The cold air rapidly circulated within his body, inch by inch devouring the heat in his body. His martial arts skills were completely useless at this moment, and his body was constantly convulsing. He let out a painful groan, looking towards the direction of the Wang Manor, repeatedly telling himself over and over again in his heart.

  Just hold on for a little while longer! Just hold on for a little while longer!

  In the Wang Fu, there was a secret room specifically designed to suppress the cold energy in his body. The temperature inside was unbearable for ordinary people, but for him, who suffered from cold energy attacks, it was the only way to alleviate his suffering.

  Because he knew his cold air was about to strike in the next few days, he had planned to go to the Xiang Fu tonight to see if she had any way to help him, but he didn't expect to see Di Shang Mo there too, and even more unexpected was that his cold air would strike at this time.

  "Psst! Ah!"

  The icy bead inside his body seemed to be constantly releasing cold air, until the heat in his body was almost swallowed up, and his will also gradually dissipated. His body began to feel hot and cold, until he lost consciousness and fell to the ground, quietly lying in the empty alley...

  Night, it's deep, the cold air at night is even heavier, and the figure that fell to the ground, at this time, won't move again. A layer of frost has formed on his body, looking very scary, breathing is also getting weaker, people who don't know might think he's already dead.

  Then, just at that moment, a flying figure of a sword flew over in mid-air, and unintentionally glanced down to see the figure lying on the ground...