The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

Liu Fengchun felt a chill run down his spine and dared not even breathe loudly.

He squeezed himself behind the broad leaves of a huge tree canopy, leaving only a sliver of space to see what was happening outside.

However, a woman appeared silently in the woods under the moonlight.

She wore a large cloak, the hood of which covered most of her face.

A head of long pink hair cascaded out from the edge of the hood, fluttering gently in the night breeze, like a cherry blossom bathed in moonlight.

She walked leisurely through the moonlit forest, her steps unhurried and unhurried, as if she were not walking in a primeval jungle full of poisonous insects and ferocious beasts, but on a stone path in her own courtyard.

"Girl, watch out for wolves!"

Liu Fengchun shouted it out almost reflexively.

He regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth.

Doesn't this reveal my location?

But then he thought, this woman is also a medical cultivator who came to participate in the Medicine God Trial, right? If she were torn apart by the wolves, how could he live with himself?

However, he did not hear the woman's screams.

Instead, the wolves let out mournful howls.

"What's going on?"

Liu Fengchun removed his hands from his eyes and peered through the gaps in the broad leaves.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, illuminating the clearing in the woods and making the scene crystal clear.

Each of the wolves that pounced on the pink-haired woman spontaneously combusted with silvery-white flames.

The flames rose silently, yet were incredibly fierce, burning the wolf to ashes.

The night wolf, half-burnt, rolled wildly on the ground, but the silver flames did not go out; instead, they burned even brighter.

In the end, in just a few breaths, the night wolves turned into ashes.

The woman's steps never stopped.

She continued walking forward at a leisurely pace, her skirt hem not even pausing as she trod over the ashes.

She was surrounded by silvery dust, which drifted and scattered under the moonlight, like poplar catkins fluttering in spring or a river of stars flowing in the night sky.

So hazy, so light, it was as beautiful as a poem or painting.

But Liu Fengchun knew that they were countless tiny silver dust gu, each one invisible to the naked eye, and capable of igniting a burning silver flame the moment it touched flesh.

This woman was more dangerous than anyone he had ever met.

"Don't come any closer! Please don't come any closer! You can't see me! You can't see me!"

He was so frightened that he couldn't even make a sound, and could only frantically chant in his mind.

He huddled tightly behind the broad leaves, covering his mouth and nose with both hands, afraid that his breathing would be too loud and she would notice.

She seemed to have noticed his presence.

Those indifferent eyes lifted, and through the layers of branches and leaves, landed precisely on the broad leaf where Liu Fengchun was hiding.

Those were extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes, yet they were so cold that they lacked even the slightest human emotion, colder than the giant python coiled on the ancient tree opposite them.

When looking down at ants, there is absolutely no reason to be indifferent to any emotion.

The pink-haired woman raised her hand.

Her snow-white fingertips gleamed with an almost transparent, cold light under the moonlight, her movements casual and light.

The Silver Dust Gu surged forth like a galaxy, piercing the thin moonlight of the night sky, and rushed towards Liu Fengchun's direction.

"No way? They're coming for me!"

Liu Fengchun was so frightened that his soul almost left his body.

"My life is over!"

In that instant, he almost saw how he would die.

Burned by the silver flames, he turned into ashes, just like the night wolves before him.

He didn't even have time to regret it.

"boom--"

A burst of silvery-white flames suddenly erupted in front of him.

The giant python that had been coiled on the ancient tree opposite suddenly pounced, trying to swallow its prey whole, but ended up blocking the way between him and the Silver Dust Gu.

The python's body was instantly engulfed by the silver flames, turning into a burning silver ball of fire.

As the ten-meter-long python rolled around, it swept the ancient trees around it in half, creating a deafening roar.

Splinters of wood flew everywhere, and silver flames shot into the sky, illuminating the entire forest as if it were daytime.

Liu Fengchun climbed desperately to a higher place, using both his hands and feet, and squeezed himself behind the largest leaf at the very top of the tree canopy.

He curled up in a ball, hugging his knees tightly with both hands, not daring to show even a single hair.

Using the silver flames as a shield, he hoped the pink-haired woman wouldn't discover he was still alive.

The flames gradually subsided.

The woman didn't even glance at it, as if she had merely flicked away a flying insect.

She withdrew her hand, and the Silver Dust Gu floated back to her side, slowly swirling around the edge of her cloak like a loyal companion.

She continued walking forward.

She didn't turn around, because nothing behind her was worth turning back for.

Wherever it goes, all things fall silent.

Even the chirping of insects stopped.

The giant python had turned to ashes, which were gently swept up by the night wind and drifted into the dark depths of the forest.

Liu Fengchun hid in the tree canopy, terrified.

Only after the cloaked figure had completely disappeared into the depths of the dense forest, and after the silvery dust could no longer be seen, did he slowly and tentatively peek his head out from behind the leaves.

"I want to go home."

He said this silently to himself.

His voice choked with emotion.

"God, do I, a nobody, really need to be the subject of such a melodramatic soap opera?"

He shuddered.

"Just how terrifying is this female demon who has arrived in the Glazed Heaven?"

He didn't even dare to close his eyes while he was in the tree. The night wind blew through the dense forest, making the huge leaves rustle.

He pricked up his ears, trying to catch every subtle sound around him.

In the distance, an unknown wild beast howled softly; nearby, insects rustled and crawled under the fallen leaves; and occasionally, the flapping of wings of a night bird could be heard overhead.

Every sound sent shivers down his spine.

He persevered, feeling as if each day was an eternity.

The night dew soaked his robes, and he shivered from the cold.

He dared not light a fire, fearing that the light would attract something even more terrifying.

I dared not close my eyes, for fear that if I did, that female demon would silently appear under the tree.

All I could do was stare wide-eyed at the small patch of dark blue night sky above, fragmented by branches and leaves, hoping for dawn to break.

"I want to get out of here. This isn't a place for me."

He muttered to himself, his voice sounding particularly lonely in the empty forest.

But the entrance to the Crystal Heaven is already closed.

He remembered the rules: the gate to the secret realm would only reopen at the appointed time. Until then, he could only remain in this perilous realm, facing all the unknown terrors alone.

The worst part is that he doesn't even know where he is.

"I wonder where my junior sister is suffering..."

He sniffed and buried his face in his knees.

"This night under the clear blue sky is so cold."

The cold air seeped in from all directions, rising from the depths of the earth.

He hugged himself tightly, his arms crossed over his chest, looking extremely pitiful.

And under the same night sky, on the island in the middle of the lake.

The campfire had burned down to dark red embers, with only a few sparks occasionally caught by the night wind, which would instantly turn into cold ash.

Jiu Fangzhi gently shook out the thick fleece blanket.

The blanket was specially prepared in his storage bag before the trip; it was made of extremely fine silver velvet, warm to the touch. He bent down and carefully covered Tang Xixue with the blanket.

After nightfall, the temperature in Liulitian dropped by more than ten degrees.

A thin layer of white mist even rose on the lake surface, refracting the remaining light of the campfire into hazy spots of light.

He was worried that his junior sister would catch a cold. Her body had only just begun to recover, and she couldn't withstand the chill of the night.

As he straightened up, his gaze fell on Tang Xixue's side.

She had somehow ended up leaning against Si Xingxuan, her head tilted slightly, resting on his shoulder.

That pale little face looked exceptionally peaceful in her sleep.

Si Xingxuan huddled up in a ball, his body trembling slightly, his lips turning white from the cold.