The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

Upon hearing this, Qi Wang's face darkened instantly, his expression becoming completely blank as he coldly glared at Feng Zhuo.

Some people are just born to be punched.

Unfortunately, he was in a state of confusion at the moment and had no time to engage in those childish and pointless fights with Feng Zhuo.

It's really boring to fight it without being able to kill it or win a fight.

His mind and eyes were filled with only one burning thought—

Find his little sword fairy.

Unbeknownst to Qi Wang, the figure he so desperately longed for and could not find was now quietly sitting atop the eaves of a magnificent building not far away.

The moonlight, like a silver veil, draped down, outlining her slender figure in white, as white as snow.

Tang Xixue sat with her knees bent, her legs dangling over the eaves, swaying gently and intermittently. Her snow-white dress swayed in the wind, seemingly about to fall.

His gaze remained fixed quietly on the majestic gate of the Seven Generations Pavilion below, as if he were waiting for a star to fall.

She was waiting for someone.

Waiting for her master.

Even just now on the Asura Platform, it was only a fleeting glance through the throng of people and the chilling sword energy.

Even though I couldn't see her face clearly, I could still catch a glimpse of her fleeting figure and her cool, moon-like aura.

It was clearly her master; there was no mistake.

They haven't seen each other for five years.

Meanwhile, inside the Seventh Pavilion, in the quiet room on the top floor.

Yun Boyan finally met Emperor Xingze, Si Xingzhou.

The room was filled with a light fragrance, and the candlelight cast the two tall figures onto the wall painted with star charts.

Yun Boyan's silver hair was as white as snow, and his expression remained as indifferent as ice. He got straight to the point and stated his purpose.

"The conditions are entirely up to His Majesty Xingze."

His voice was as cold as snowmelt from Kunlun Mountain flowing over a jade wall, extremely clear and frigid.

"As long as the Divine Physician Zheyue is willing to help, he can save one person."

Si Xingzhou sat upright in the main seat, the star patterns on his deep blue imperial robes shimmering faintly in the light.

Upon hearing this, he simply shook his head firmly.

"No." His tone was calm, but there was no room for negotiation.

"Since my brother has already said he doesn't want to take action, then there's no need to discuss this further. Lord Yun, please leave."

He refused decisively, without even giving any chance to bargain.

"Worldly treasures, money, power, status, and glory..."

Si Xingzhou slowly stood up, gazing at the boundless night outside the window, his tone revealing an undeniable sense of protection.

"My brother lacks nothing. I can give him everything."

He turned to look at Yun Boyan, his deep eyes reflecting the candlelight and an unwavering determination.

His words always had just the right pauses, like the deep thought between moves in a game of chess.

"I have few desires in this life."

"I only wish that he—"

May you find joy and happiness, and enjoy peace and tranquility.

Goodbye.

After speaking, he nodded slightly and said no more.

Yun Boyan stood still, his silver-gray eyes fixed on Si Xingzhou's departing figure.

The chill surrounding him seemed to intensify, and even the warm incense in the room seemed to condense into frost around him.

This meeting ultimately ended unhappily.

As Yun Boyan, exuding an aura of frost and snow, stepped out of the majestic gates of the Seven Generations Pavilion, a solitary, cold moon hung in the night sky.

He did not descend the steps. With a slight movement, he rose into the air like a wisp of cloud, his clothes fluttering, and headed straight for Mirror Moon Lake.

The moon-white sleeves brushed against the sleeping rooftops and treetops, fluttering like butterfly wings across a mirror-like reflection, leaving no dust or trace.

Her waist-length silver hair flowed like a galaxy in the night breeze, loosely tied up with only a silver ice-carved butterfly ornament, a few strands of hair fluttering in the wind.

The silver bell tassels tied to the end of the sword at his waist made a soft, clear sound with his movements, like ice crystals knocking against each other under the moon.

Unbeknownst to him, a gaze was following him intently from the shadows of the eaves of the magnificent building high above.

Until the owner of that gaze could no longer restrain himself the moment his figure swept toward the center of the lake.

Tang Xixue lightly touched the eaves with her toes, and her figure shot out like an arrow, instantly transforming into a white streak of light, chasing after the moon-like figure in front of her.

Her clothes fluttered in the wind, and her heart pounded like a drum in the silent night sky.

That was the joy of seeing Master.

"Who is it?"

Yun Boyan noticed her almost the instant she approached.

He abruptly stopped, turned around in mid-air, his silver eyes like ice, looking down at the pursuer with an aloofness that seemed to keep people at arm's length.

It's a kind of indifference that comes from dwelling in the clouds and looking down on the mortal world.

Yun Boyan, like a solitary snow lotus blooming outside the torrent of time, is a person of great talent.

He is clothed in ethereal clouds and has ancient frost and snow as his bones, standing apart from the world as if nothing in the world can catch his eye and no worldly entanglements can touch him.

However, just as he turned around and saw who it was,

The white figure that was chasing him did not stop; instead, it suddenly accelerated and crashed into him without regard for anything else!

"Insolence! You're courting death!"

If it weren't for Yun Boyan's body technique reaching a state of perfection, allowing him to slightly dodge at the critical moment, he would probably have been caught in a full-on attack.

Even so, the moment their figures crossed, the resulting gust of wind stirred up the tranquil air by Mirror Moon Lake.

The plum grove by the lake, in full bloom, was suddenly swept up by an invisible vortex, its branches laden with a thin layer of snow and vibrant red petals, which then fluttered down like rain.

A sudden and exquisite snowfall of plum blossoms fell softly under the cold moonlight, enveloping the two people facing each other.

Moonlight, snow, the fragrance of plum blossoms, and that swift, lightning-fast white shadow intertwine to create a breathtaking scene.

"Master—Zhizhi misses you so much!"

The voice was clear and bright, filled with undisguised joy and intimacy, and suddenly pierced through the cool night wind, entering Yun Boyan's ears.

He instinctively activated the third stage of the Immortal Cloud Steps technique, Tai Xu You, almost at the same instant the sound rang out. His figure drifted back several feet like smoke and mist, leaving a mysterious afterimage in the air, barely managing to avoid the figure that chased the moon like a shooting star.

Who is it?

How dare they be so reckless as to launch a close-range sneak attack on Lord Yunjue?

A frost-like blade suddenly appeared in Yun Boyan's silver-gray eyes. A chilling killing intent and displeasure at being disturbed swept over him like a cold tide. He coldly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the uninvited guest like a solid ice spike.

But his gaze paused slightly the moment it met the other person's face.

It was... him.

Tonight on the Asura Platform, there stands the white-clad youth who transforms his fan into a sword and whose footwork is unparalleled.

The one who unleashed his elder brother Xie Jinlian's unparalleled and secret technique—"Ten Thousand Butterflies Flying Together."

That is...

He cherished his brother, who was always perfect and serene, as his life.

Even at the cost of pointing a sword at the heavens and defying fate, he was willing to risk his life to protect his little disciple.

In the blink of an eye, countless pieces of information and fragments of memory surged forth.

The chilling aura emanating from Yun Boyan suddenly froze, and the sword intent that was about to burst forth was forcibly suppressed, transforming into an extremely complex and unreadable expression between his brows.

His gaze shifted downwards, catching sight of the familiar, unique weapon at her waist—forged from cold jade and snow-white essence, capable of being both a fan and a sword—a weapon his elder brother had forged himself years ago.

This final confirmation dispelled the last trace of doubt in his heart.

He really is his elder brother's little apprentice.

Yun Boyan's eyes were as still as a deep pool, with a hint of almost imperceptible helplessness.

He thought of his older brother.

Xie Jinlian, who was hailed as a peerless swordsman from childhood, whose temperament was so perfect as to be almost inhuman, whose sword could cut through the sky and the moon. Xie Jinlian, whose heart was forever like a desolate ice field, never stirred by anything external.

Even as the heavens and earth crumbled before him, and life and death hung in the balance, his silver-gray eyes remained eternally silent.

Until... the appearance of his little apprentice.

Everything began to change.