The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

The Pavilion Master of Fengxiao Pavilion suddenly stopped in his tracks.

She stood by the lake, the water reflecting the myriad radiance of the sacred tree, creating dreamlike blue ripples beneath her feet.

The wind lifted a corner of her cloak, revealing her hand holding the silver box.

Long and slender, with fair skin, but the fingertips had an unnatural paleness.

"Junior brother is right."

Her voice was as soft as a sigh, but devoid of any warmth.

"Your senior sister died twenty years ago. The person standing in front of you now is the Pavilion Master Fengxiao."

She turned around and looked directly at Jiu Fangzhi for the first time.

Beneath the hood, the peach blossom eyes reflected the moonlight of the crystal sky, yet not a trace of warmth penetrated.

Inside, there is only the frost that has accumulated over the years, and a door that has long been sealed by time and can never be opened again.

"Therefore, you should know—this Pavilion Master is not someone you can provoke."

She spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Be more sensible."

"Don't get in my way, or I'll kill you too."

A slight smile played on her lips.

That extremely beautiful face had an icy expression, devoid of any human emotion.

It was as if what she said wasn't a threat, but just an ordinary, polite remark.

"Junior brother, you probably don't want others to know your true identity, do you?"

She tilted her head, her gaze lingering on Jiu Fangzhi's mask for a moment, and her voice suddenly became meaningful.

"Especially—if your junior sister finds out..."

"Shut up!"

Jiu Fangzhi's expression suddenly turned fierce.

His dark robe fluttered without wind, and the veins on the back of his hand were faintly visible.

"How dare you do anything to my junior sister, or say anything you shouldn't to her—"

He raised his head, his cold gaze piercing directly into the peach blossom eyes of the Pavilion Master Fengxiao.

"That one in the pool without water..."

Before he could finish speaking...

A silver arrow pierced through the air.

The arrow was entirely silver-white, with a cold light flowing across its tip. It whistled sharply as it tore through the air, aiming straight for Jiu Fangzhi's face.

Jiu Fangzhi dodged to the side, the silver arrow grazing his earlobe before embedding itself in the stone wall behind him, its fletching still buzzing.

"Don't mention Wuchi to me."

The voice of the Pavilion Master Fengxiao finally showed a slight fluctuation.

That was an uncontrollable rage, the most sensitive spot had been touched, and salt had been rubbed into the deepest wound in her heart.

"That damned Qi Wang, how dare he poison Wu Chi!"

Jiu Fangzhi raised an eyebrow.

Wu Chi? What happened to Wu Chi?

He had only mentioned it casually to test her weaknesses, but he never expected it to uncover such a huge bombshell.

Was Wuchi poisoned?

Is this Qi Wangqian's doing?

That kid is quite capable.

Before he could even ask a question, Pavilion Master Fengxiao had already glided across the lake on foot.

Her movements were incredibly light and swift, her cloak billowing in a sharp arc behind her, like a night owl skimming across the water.

When my toes touched the surface of the lake, not even a ripple was stirred.

The silver dust she released was still floating in the air.

Those were countless tiny Gu worms, each one a pair of eyes, silently transmitting the scenes from every corner of the Glazed Heaven back to her divine consciousness.

Jiu Fangzhi watched the figure disappear into the mist, frowned and muttered a curse.

"What a crazy woman."

He looked away and patted his shoulder.

Bingyou peeked half her head out from his collar, her pair of deep blue snake eyes blinking.

"Walk."

His voice regained its composure, but a hint of urgency remained.

"Go find my junior sister."

That crazy woman is extremely dangerous and ruthless. If his junior sister encounters her, she'll be in big trouble.

Since his senior sister was saved by the Palace Master of Guixu Palace twenty years ago, she has become a completely different person.

Her world consisted of only two things—hatred and the person in the pool of nothingness.

Besides that, all the camaraderie between masters and disciples, and the brotherhood among fellow disciples, have vanished.

Within a narrow passage.

It was pitch black, with the stone walls on both sides casting a faint blue light.

The path beneath our feet was slippery and narrow, with countless thick vines hanging down from the stone walls.

Tang Xixue carefully moved forward through the narrow gap, turning sideways.

The hem of my clothes occasionally brushed against the stone wall, picking up a few specks of moss.

Her breathing was light, her steps were steady, and she made sure each step was firm before taking the next.

Si Xingxuan followed behind her.

The two were less than an arm's length apart. He turned slightly to the side, his gaze passing over her shoulder, subtly scanning every shadow in front of him.

Poisonous snakes snaked across the drooping vines.

The snake was entirely black, except for two bright red pupils that stood out conspicuously in the darkness.

It silently flicked its tongue and slowly poked its head out towards Tangxi Xue.

Si Xingxuan's hands moved with lightning speed.

His slender fingers precisely pinched the snake's vital spot with swift, decisive movements.

The snake didn't even have time to struggle before he casually tossed it behind him.

With a casual flick of his wrist, the snake flew into the darkness, without even a sound of it landing.

The entire set of movements was crisp, clean, and fluid.

Where is there even a trace of weakness to speak of?

"Zheyue, what's wrong?"

Tang Xixue heard a faint sound behind her, paused slightly, and turned her head to ask.

In the darkness, her expression was obscured; only the sliver of light reflected in her starry eyes was visible.

The coldness on Si Xingxuan's face vanished completely in an instant.

His eyebrows curved, and the curve of his lips was just right, and he regained his delicate appearance, as if he would be blown away by the wind.

"No, Zhizhi."

His voice was soft, with just the right amount of innocence.

Nothing happened.

As he spoke, he was holding another venomous snake that was crawling towards Tangxi Snow in his hand.

The snake writhed desperately at his fingertips, its crimson eyes reflecting his profile.

His gaze toward the snake was even colder than the snake's eyes.

very scary!

However, the ruthless Si Xingxuan was not the venomous snake among assassins.

When he looked up just now, he saw the entire view of the narrow passage.

On the two towering stone walls, dense vines hung in layers, and among those vines were venomous snakes.

They were jet black, dark green, and grayish brown, in all shapes and sizes, numbering in the thousands.

They silently coiled on the vines, their scarlet snake eyes flickering in the darkness, like an entire wall inlaid with dark red stars.

This is a snake pit.

These social venomous snakes have a unique characteristic: once one is killed, the scent of its blood will awaken their wild instincts.

At that time, thousands of venomous snakes will go berserk at the same time, pouring down from the two stone walls.

In such a narrow space, barely wide enough for one person to pass sideways, there is nowhere to escape.

He casually tossed the venomous snake behind him.

Then he raised his hand and cut his fingertip.

A drop of blood fell silently.

The color of the blood was almost invisible in the darkness, but it seemed to be darker and thicker than ordinary blood, like an ink droplet that had melted into the entire night.

The moment the blood fell to the ground, the narrow passage suddenly fell silent.

It wasn't that it gradually quieted down; all the rustling sounds stopped abruptly at the same moment.

The venomous snakes that had been slowly slithering among the vines were now all frozen in place.

Then, one by one, they began to retreat.

Trembling, it respectfully shrank into the gaps between the vines, its scarlet snake eyes no longer daring to light up.

Like encountering a king.

Ten thousand snakes bowed their heads.

When it comes to deadly poison, Zheyue is the most potent in the world.

No matter how potent the venom of these snakes, they are nothing more than fireflies compared to the bright moon in his presence.

His blood is both sacred and forbidden to all poisons in the world.

To contaminate even a single drop is blasphemy.

Si Xingxuan casually put her cut fingertip into her mouth and sucked away the trace of blood.

Then, in the darkness, she silently curled the corners of her lips and continued to follow Tang Xixue softly and weakly.

"Zheyue, stay close to me, there seems to be light ahead, we're about to get out."

Tang Xixue's voice came from ahead, carrying a hint of joy.

"Um, Zhizhi, don't leave me behind, it's so dark and scary inside..."

He responded with a soft, harmless sound.

It was as if the ruthless power of a single drop of blood pressure suppressing ten thousand snakes had never existed.