The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

The people from Guixu Palace were about to pursue and kill them.

However, as they crossed the Dragon Ridge Mountains, several figures with profound and abyssal auras appeared silently in front of them, blocking their path.

"The Valley of Divine Medicines is a forbidden area. Anyone who trespasses will be executed."

The voice of the old elder of the Xingze Empire struck the hearts of everyone like a heavy hammer.

An extremely powerful aura emanated from it, possessing an aura that could eclipse the heavens and the earth.

The expression on the face of the Pavilion Master Yin Shi changed slightly. He coldly withdrew his gaze, his voice filled with resentment and certainty.

"Let's go. That kid was hit by the Spirit-Locking Arrow of the Pavilion Master Fengxiao and fell from a cliff ten thousand feet high. He's definitely dead."

He raised his eyes and glanced warily at the female figure standing on the back of the black bird above the clouds.

Fengxiao Pavilion Master.

With a single move, he unleashed a sky full of world-destroying Crimson Dust Gu, so powerful that it changed the very fabric of the world.

She rarely takes action herself, and her appearance here is solely for the purpose of slaying the dragon.

"It's a pity that Qi Wang's dragon didn't come."

Yin Shi's voice carried a hint of regret.

"Otherwise, it would be perfect only if that calamity were eliminated as well."

The Pavilion Master of Fengxiao Pavilion has already departed on a black bird.

Night descended, pressing down relentlessly.

Beneath the cliffs behind Shenyao Valley, the snow was deep and all was silent.

Qi Wang lay in the ice and snow, feeling his life force slowly draining from his body, like a flickering lamp about to go out in the wind.

He is now shattered to pieces.

He was still alive only because of his excellent physical condition, which prevented him from dying on the spot.

But it will be soon.

That Soul-Locking Arrow is slowly devouring the life force of his natal Gu.

A chill spread from the depths of his bones, as if an invisible hand was slowly peeling his soul away from his body.

My body grew colder and colder, not the chill of the snow, but the bone-chilling cold of impending death.

He looked up, and the last rays of the setting sun disappeared.

Endless darkness and cold enveloped him like a tidal wave.

He vaguely recalled a winter many years ago.

That year, the Yunchuan Palace was embroiled in an upheaval, and blood stained the palace.

He and his brother Qi Zhan were hidden by their mother in a freezing water vat during the winter. The water was above their shoulders, and the chill went straight to their bones.

The two brothers gritted their teeth, not daring to make a sound.

It was so cold that even tears seemed to freeze.

Later, it was Uncle Qi Si who rode his warhorse and broke through the palace gates to save them.

Those rough yet warm hands pulled them out of the icy water, giving them the shelter to survive and protecting them as they grew inch by inch.

Those memories are from a very long time ago, so long ago that they seem like they happened in a previous life.

But at the end of life, they suddenly become incredibly clear, flowing slowly before one's eyes, frame by frame.

"It's...dark..."

He struggled to raise his hand, trying to grasp the last ray of fading light.

The silver bell on his wrist swayed slightly with his weak movement, emitting a very soft, crisp sound, like a shattered dream.

The sound was too faint; it dissipated with a gust of wind.

His hand finally fell heavily to his sides, landing silently on the snow, unable to be lifted again.

The snow is still falling silently.

It was as if they wanted to bury everything.

"Little Silver Dragon, why did you bring me here?"

Tang Xixue was engrossed in studying the antidote for the Crimson Dust Gu that Zheyue had created, her mind filled with the prescription and formula, when suddenly she was led to the cliff face behind the mountain by the Wind and Snow Silver Dragon without any explanation.

She parted the drooping vines and looked ahead by the light emanating from the silver dragon.

"Praying nonsense?!"

She saw the figure lying in the snow; it was Qi Wang, the God of War of Yun Chuan.

No wonder the little silver dragon was so anxious to bring her here.

It turned out that he had sensed the faint sound of the silver bell, which was a faint bond between him and his former master, a bond that, though severed, still lingered.

"This injury... is too severe."

Tang Xixue strode forward, her gaze sweeping over the hideous wound and landing on the arrow that had pierced his body.

The arrow was entirely silver-white, yet it exuded an extremely ominous aura.

"We must retrieve the arrow first. There's something wrong with this arrow."

She didn't hesitate for a moment, her hands as steady as if she had done the same thing countless times before.

She swiftly severed the arrow's fletching with her fingers like a knife, then put on silver gloves, took a deep breath, and pulled out the bizarre arrow with a sudden burst of strength.

The arrow landed on the snow with a hissing sound that made your teeth ache, and the snow was corroded into a small pit.

She cleaned the wound with practiced skill and professionalism, stopped the bleeding, and applied medicine, each step flowing smoothly and effortlessly.

But her furrowed brows betrayed the heaviness in her heart.

"His hypothermia is too severe; we must carefully bring him back."

She spoke softly, her voice filled with the calmness of a doctor.

"Falling from such a height, with multiple fractures all over his body... I'm afraid he'll never be able to hold a sword again."

As soon as the words were spoken, something darkened in the enormous eyes of the Snow Dragon.

He stared silently at the blood-covered figure on the snow.

He wondered if Qi Wang would have fallen and ended up in such a miserable state if he were there.

Qi Wang knew better than anyone how obsessed he was with swordsmanship.

For countless days and nights, that man tirelessly wielded his sword against the lonely moon. The sword light shone like a ribbon, reflecting his youthful features, revealing his sharpness and high spirits.

He once said that these hands were born to wield a sword!

He said he wanted to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship!

Now, he's become like this...

It's probably more painful than killing him.

A gentle breeze silently lifted Qi Wang's shattered body, carefully, as if holding a piece of glass, and steadily carried him to the medicine hut of Zhiyun Xiaozhu.

Tang Xixue walked behind, glanced at Feng Xueyinlong whose mood was clearly downcast, thought for a moment, and then said:

"If I'm not mistaken, that arrow is the legendary Soul-Locking Arrow, capable of slaying dragons and killing gods. It's a good thing you weren't there, otherwise, it would have been a double kill."

That arrow was originally designed to slay the dragon.

She remembered reading in the Book of Fate that the guardian beast of the Yun Chuan Empire had perished under such a spirit-locking arrow.

Fengxue Yinlong recalled the heart-pounding, deep-seated fear he felt when he sensed that arrow from afar.

If he hadn't followed a new master, wouldn't he have almost been implicated and killed by his predecessor?

His ex was a bit strange; he had been extremely unlucky since childhood.

Luckily, I ran fast.

Now, while his ex is on his deathbed, he's still lively and healthy.

Thinking about it this way, everything became clear, and I suddenly felt like I had survived a disaster.

It's confirmed, his ex is his nemesis!

His new owner is his lucky star!

It was his destiny.