The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"Cousin, Aunt..."

Hua Rongshi stood at a distance, the peach blossom fan already closed, tightly gripped in his hand, his knuckles turning white.

As he watched this scene, it felt as if something had struck his chest hard; he couldn't tell if it was pain or soreness.

The fact that his aunt was still alive was such a wonderful surprise for his cousin.

But now, they are facing each other in a life-or-death struggle.

One drew his bow, the other held his sword horizontally.

What is this?

How could this be?

"Young Imperial Uncle, you may step back. I can handle this myself."

Tang Xixue's voice rang out softly.

She couldn't bear to see Bei Chenji turn against his birth mother for her sake.

She could see how hard Bei Chenji was gripping the sword.

That force wasn't for fighting, but for suppressing something that was about to collapse.

"But I'm sorry, I won't show any mercy. Between us, it's a fight to the death."

She was grateful to the young prince, but she would show no mercy to her enemies.

This is her principle, and her way of life.

"Little Xue'er, you don't need to worry about me."

Bei Chenji's voice trailed off with difficulty.

At that moment, he made his choice.

It's not about choosing to stand beside someone, but about choosing to stand opposite them.

He chose her.

"She is not my mother."

He spoke these words slowly and forcefully, as if he were trying to convince others, and himself, with every word.

If his mother is still conscious.

She would never want to be a puppet, nor would she want to aim her arrows at the person she wanted to protect.

This is not his mother.

His mother had died many years ago.

He died in the coldest snowstorm in the North, in the winter of the year he found Little Snow.

"The Dharmakaya of All Things".

Tangxi Xue said no more.

The Dharmakaya of All Things is the supreme Dharma recorded in the Great Thousand Secret Scrolls.

As her voice faded, the longsword in her hand materialized, shimmering with a clear light.

Behind her, a colossal omnipotent Dharma body slowly emerged.

Its Dharma body was as majestic as a mountain, its body radiating a vast spiritual light, holy and solemn.

Resonating with the longsword in her hand, each breath stirred up a surge of spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

"Look—that's the Dharmakaya of all phenomena!"

"Hiss—my goodness! My little grandmaster has not only reached the Divine Realm of Medicine, but he's also at the Tenth Rank!"

Liu Fengchun's scalp was already tingling.

That all-encompassing, all-pervading Dharma body represents the tenth level of the realm.

"Tenth Rank!!"

"She broke through."

"Following the Kunlun Sword Immortal, another tenth-rank expert!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

The Valley of Divine Medicines was plunged into immense shock.

Everyone was stunned.

Who would have thought that the new Medicine God was actually a Rank 10 master?

"The idols you worship, I've shattered. The heavenly laws you revere, I've trampled under my feet. Use whatever other tricks you have up your sleeve."

Tang Xixue's voice is clear, soft, and melodious, like shattered jade and scattered pearls, carrying an innate nobility, with a languid yet sharp edge that looks down on the world.

"Heavenly fire will burn me? I'll bloom a flower from these ashes. Let the heavens see what it means for wildfire to be unquenchable."

If the blade in your hand is sharp enough, there is no thorn in the world that cannot be cut through.

Tang Xixue's long robe fluttered in the wind, and layers of cloud-like gauze spread out like flowing clouds in the sky.

With a silver dragon by her side, her movements caused her robes to flutter with a faint frost-like light, which enveloped her and made her appear like a goddess descending from the heavens.

She was aloof and otherworldly, with unparalleled elegance and grace.

"Your god cannot save you. And I—do not wish to save you. My only responsibility is to send you to meet him."

Her figure vanished into the wind, like a cloud shadow sweeping across mountains and rivers, leaving no trace.

Like a startled swan flitting across the sky, so fast that only a fleeting afterimage remains.

Like a dream, it sweeps across people's hearts, both illusory and real, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

She walked on air, her body blending with the clouds, her steps treading the void.

The wind lifted her clothes, the clouds surrounded her figure, and all things in heaven and earth made way for her at this moment.

"Junior Sister, as expected of an existence that even the Heavenly Dao fears, your growth rate is truly astonishing."

Hua Qingwan looked at her, and for the first time, a complex emotion appeared in her peach blossom eyes.

She herself couldn't tell whether it was admiration or wariness.

"Let me see if you can defy the heavens!"

"As you wish."

Tang Xixue drew her sword.

The moment it was drawn, the sword light cascaded down like a waterfall from the heavens, clear and pure, carrying a touch of otherworldly ethereal beauty.

That wasn't a sword to kill; it was a beam of light stolen from the heavens.

Pure, clean, and sharp to the point that one dares not look directly at it.

The myriad forms of the Dharma Body moved in sync with her movements, the enormous Dharma Body wielding its sword in perfect synchronization with the sword in her hand.

Two sword lights, one large and one small, merged into one and slashed towards Hua Qingwan with unparalleled force.

"One sword breaks through all laws, reaching the heavens beyond the nine layers."

Hua Qingwan raised her bow to block, but the power of this sword far exceeded her expectations.

The moment the sword light struck the bow, she heard the mournful cry of the Soul-Locking Bow.

That was the lament of a spirit artifact unable to bear the burden.

Then, the Soul-Locking Bow shattered.

The fragments transformed into specks of spiritual light amidst the sword's gleam, dissipating in the wind like withered petals being swept towards the sky.

Before the sword light faded, it sent her flying.

Hua Qingwan's figure tumbled several times in the air before finally regaining its balance.

Her face was as pale as jade, and her beauty seemed otherworldly.

But there was no pain, no anger, not even surprise on that face.

She simply raised her hand and wiped away the trickle of crimson blood that had spilled from the corner of her mouth.

He looked down at the warmth of his fingertips, his expression so calm it was unsettling.

"This sword strike truly surprised me."

"However, Junior Sister, it's not that simple to slay the heavens."

A dark golden beam of light descended from the sky.

The beam of light arrived silently, yet it carried an irresistible majesty, like a decree descended from the heavens.

"Gentlemen—we'll meet again."

The beam of light enveloped Hua Qingwan, and the dark golden light flowed around her, like a celestial river hanging down from the sky.

That is the protection of Heaven, the guidance of Heaven.

The apostles of Guixu Palace were enveloped by that pillar of light at the same instant.

The array masters of the Heavenly Punishment Hall, the remnants of the Imperial World Pavilion, and the Gu masters of the Fengxiao Pavilion disappeared one after another into the void.

The figure gradually faded away in the dark golden light, as if gently wiped away from this world by an unseen hand.

"You've given me such a wonderful surprise this time. I'll return the favor next time we meet."

Hua Qingwan's figure gradually faded away in that pillar of light, like a faded painting.

Her gaze passed over the swirling snow and the smoke of battle.

It landed on Bei Chenji.

In just a moment.

Then, her figure completely vanished into that dark golden pillar of light, as if she had never existed.

Only the fragrance of gardenias lingered in the wind for a moment before dissipating.

The pillar of light in the sky slowly receded, eventually turning into a tiny point of light that flashed briefly before extinguishing completely.

Heaven and earth returned to silence.

Bei Chenji remained standing in the same spot.

He didn't speak.

No one knew what he was thinking; only blood was silently dripping from the palm of his hand holding the Purple Snow Sword.