The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

At this moment, countless eyes in the dark realm of the Nine Provinces were focused on the little sword immortal who had suddenly appeared.

The forces, both overt and covert, stretched out like a spider web, and a silent investigation quietly unfolded in the night. Countless spies and agents were mobilized, attempting to capture the traces left behind by that stunning sword strike.

Several shadows, hard to shake off, like a leech, trailed from outside the Asura Platform, through long streets and dark alleys, approaching the shore of Mirror Moon Lake.

"Clean it up."

Yun Boyan did not turn around, nor did he even move his lips. Instead, a cold divine thought was transmitted to the "Twelve Silver Wings of Mist Feathers," who had been hiding in the shadows and accompanying him as his bodyguards.

The moment the order was given, the killing intent was immediately apparent.

The pursuers, who had been mostly stopped by the Hidden Dragon Guards but still managed to slip through the net, were suddenly frozen in shock before they could even feel relieved.

They couldn't even make out the appearance of the newcomers; they only saw several shadowy figures, darker than the night, appearing out of thin air like mist or feathers and then vanishing in an instant.

Only a few faint wisps of chill, like the gliding of ice blades, remained in the air, along with a sudden chill in the throat followed by a rapid spread of cold and deathly stillness.

When Yun Jue's most mysterious and unpredictable subordinate, Wu Yu, personally takes action, he never leaves anyone alive or a trace.

The Holy Son of Moon Brahma, who held the Snow Soul Buddhist beads, usually recited scriptures for the salvation of all living beings, but what fell was a deadly blade that severed all karma.

"Master."

Almost at the same moment, Qian Su knelt on one knee, his voice extremely low, carrying a hint of barely perceptible solemnity:

"Our Night Vanguard, dispatched by the Battle Hall, was intercepted near Mirror Moon Lake. It was one of the Twelve Silver Wings under Yun Jue Wu Yu's command."

"laugh--"

Upon hearing this, Bei Chenji's lips curled into an extremely cold smile, but there was no hint of a smile in his eyes.

His fingertips slowly traced the intricate carvings on the rosewood chair armrest, his tone mocking:

"This is Yun Boyan's... Don't you recognize him? What a convenient excuse! All twelve Silver Wings have been mobilized!"

He stood up, his crimson brocade cloak unfurling behind him with his movements, like an eerie flower suddenly blooming in the dark night.

The candlelight in the room flickered on his cold profile, casting a deep and unfathomable shadow.

"I will investigate this myself."

His voice carried an undeniable determination and a chilling edge.

"I want to see for myself—what kind of...shady relationship is hidden between them."

Before he finished speaking, he vanished from the spot like a bolt of lightning tearing through the night.

The night wind swept into the corridor, carrying the chilling aura he had left behind. The candlelight flickered violently for a moment before falling silent again.

The night at Mirror Moon Lake, due to the undercurrents of various forces, became increasingly unfathomable.

The long sword sliced ​​through the moonlight, like a silver ribbon cutting across the night sky.

Yun Boyan rode his sword through the wind, his silver hair flowing behind him like an inverted galaxy.

As his clothes fluttered, he could clearly sense a faint yet persistent pull behind him.

The girl's slender fingers carefully pinched a small piece of his clothes.

However, the warmth and intimacy that once rushed towards them without hesitation have now turned into a kind of alienation.

She stood quietly on the sword, the night wind lifting the hem of her snow-white dress, as if a thin, silent layer of ice enveloped her.

The sword light dipped low, skimming over the last ripple of Mirror Moon Lake, and came to a steady stop in front of the courtyard of Mirror Night Snow Lodge.

The vibrant red camellia tree stretched its branches under the moonlight, its blossoms overlapping and its fragrance wafting through the night.

Tang Xixue moved gracefully, like a snowflake, falling silently and lightly from the sword, her toes barely touching the ground without stirring up a speck of dust.

"Master, please wait here for a moment while we weave."

She turned around, raised her small face which looked even more exquisite in the moonlight, and spoke softly but with an undeniable authority.

Yun Boyan stood still, his silver-gray eyes fixed on her. He didn't speak, nor did he move, which could be considered as tacit consent.

Tang Xixue turned around, her clothes brushing against the thin layer of night frost on the stone steps, and stepped into the vermilion door that was already open for her.

The house was warmly lit, and Li Shuang had already carefully arranged her usual clothes and belongings.

She walked through the corridor and into the inner room, raising her hand to loosen the silver crown in her hair, letting her cascading black hair fall over her shoulders.

She shed her practical men's clothing and donned a flowing, snow-white gown embroidered with lotus patterns in gold thread, topped with a fluffy, warm velvet-trimmed cloak.

While she was applying makeup in front of the mirror, Li Shuang removed all the men's hair ornaments for her and loosely tied up part of her hair with an exquisite snowflake silver tassel hairpin.

The person in the mirror has eyes like autumn water and lips tinged with cherry blossom color. The boyish spirit has faded, revealing the unique elegance and grace of a young girl.

Finally, she picked up a zither with a bluish-gold openwork cloud pattern from the study. The zither's body was warm and smooth, radiating the mellow light accumulated over the years.

When she stepped out of the room again, slowly walked down the steps, and crossed the courtyard, it was as if a dusty ancient painting was suddenly awakened by the moonlight.

Yun Boyan's gaze involuntarily followed it.

She was carrying her zither, walking slowly through the pristine white snow.

A snow-white cloak trailed behind her, and her flowing skirt brushed the ground, creating ripples.

The moonlight poured down on her without reservation, outlining her slender and graceful figure. The snowflake tassels in her black hair swayed gently with her steps, reflecting a light like scattered stars.

At that moment, she was so beautiful that she seemed otherworldly, like a fairy in the snow.

Even someone as serene as Yun Boyan found the scene before him pleasing to the eye. No wonder his arrogant older brother cherished her as his own life.

Sister-in-law...

He silently recited this unfamiliar title in his heart, and his frozen heart lake seemed to be rippled as if a tiny pebble had been thrown in.

Indeed, it is a place blessed with outstanding talents and beautiful scenery.

"Master."

Tangxi Xue had already reached the red camellia tree in full bloom and placed the guqin on the prepared guqin table.

She looked up, a gentle smile playing on her lips, but a clear light seemed to shimmer in her eyes.

"I once said that I would play 'The Heart Lamp Shines Brightly' for you again when we meet next. You also promised to harmonize with your flute playing."

Her voice grew softer:

"Does that statement still hold true now?"

It was yet another tentative attempt, coated in icing sugar.

Besides the sword, the flute was what she knew best about her master and what she could never fake.

It is common knowledge that the sword immortal Xie Jinlian always has two things by his side.

First is the Ice Soul Sword "Butterfly's Demise," which is silvery-white like the moon and can transform into a butterfly with flowing light.

Secondly, there is the "Dream-Burning Flute," a piece made entirely of glass that can evoke dreams and ignite the soul.

""Heart Lamp"?"

Yun Boyan was slightly taken aback.

He was merely a temporary imposter, a fake master, and had no idea what kind of agreement his elder brother had with this young disciple regarding the zither and flute.

However, he was remarkably calm, and even though he didn't understand, he showed no sign of panic, only nodding slightly.

"Since I have already agreed, it will naturally stand by me."

His voice was calm and even, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

After saying this, he took a few steps forward and stood under the red camellia tree with its fiery red blossoms.

The dense floral shadows cast dappled light and shadow on his silver hair and moon-white robe.

He took out a long flute from his wide sleeve.

It is not his brother's "Burning Dream Flute", but its shape, material, and even the faint cold mist surrounding the flute are exactly the same.

These were made by the elder brother himself, two in total, one for each of the brothers.

His flute is named "Flowing Cloud Flute".

Clouds drift and settle in the wilderness, their sounds echo through the void.

The entire piece is crafted from crystal-clear glass from a thousand-year-old cold pool.

When played, it can draw people into ethereal dreams, or it can sharpen the sound into a deadly blade, killing without a trace.

"Where dreams burn to ashes, the mortal world ends; when the flowing clouds rise, the mountains and seas are at peace."