The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"What did you say?"

Tang Xixue paused, and a ripple finally appeared in her eyes.

She turned around abruptly, her clothes tracing a sharp arc, her gaze fixed on Shen Yan like a knife, and questioned her word by word.

"Is what you're saying true?"

No pond.

It can bring the dead back to life.

These words were like a pebble thrown into the still lake of her heart, instantly stirring up a stormy sea.

"Absolutely true! Not a single word is false!"

Seeing that there was a chance, Shen Yan dared not hesitate for a moment. She spoke quickly, afraid that if she was even a second slower, she would be cleaved in two by the Crimson Flame Sword hanging above her head.

"My cousin Sang Tingke, and the Lord of Yushi Pavilion, were both dead back then!"

The body was decapitated, and its body was so cold that not a trace of warmth remained.

But after the Palace Master placed them in the depths of the Pool of Nothingness, they came back to life, just as they had in life, completely unharmed.

This is why the Heavenly Apostles are so loyal to the Guixu Palace and would never betray it.

Many of them came from the Pool of Nothingness and owe the Palace Master a life!

Fearing it wasn't enough, she took a breath and quickly added more.

His voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"And there's also Hua Qingwan, the Pavilion Master of Fengxiao Pavilion!"

I heard that she died in the blizzards of the North, with no chance of survival.

Your Highness must have heard how cold the ice caves in the North are, right?

But isn't she still alive and well now?

She was resurrected from the Pool of Nothingness!

"His Highness saw it with his own eyes; there can't be any lie about that, can there?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Xixue was stunned.

She did indeed see Hua Qingwan, the resurrected master of Fengxiao Pavilion.

The news from the northern border back then was not false; the King of Beichen personally witnessed his mother's death.

She had also sighed for the beautiful and talented Princess Qimeng, lamenting that beauty is often short-lived and talent is often envied by heaven.

But on that day in the Valley of Divine Medicine, Hua Qingwan stood right in front of her.

Her features remained unchanged, her demeanor the same as before, exactly as rumored.

She saw with her own eyes that Hua Qingwan was still alive.

If you hadn't experienced it firsthand, who would believe such a life-or-death reversal?

It turned out that it was because Guixu Palace had no pond.

Once this thought arises, it's like the first spring bud sprouting from under the ice—it can never be suppressed.

"The Guixu Palace is heavily guarded, with the Nine Netherworld Maze outside and the Heavenly Dao Barrier inside. Only Heavenly Dao Apostles are allowed to enter. But I can take you in."

Seeing that Tang Xixue's expression relaxed and a ripple finally appeared in her eyes, Shen Yan quickly seized the opportunity to make a promise.

"I can lead you to Wuchi and help you bring him back!"

Since you spared my life today, I, Shen Yan, swear to the heavens that I will never dare to show you the slightest disrespect again.

If I break this oath, may I be struck down by heaven and earth, and my soul be scattered to the winds!

"Ah Xue, be careful, it might be a trap."

Feng Zhuo stared intently at Shen Yan, wishing he could tear her to pieces with his eyes.

His crimson sword lingered, unwilling to be removed from her neck.

The scorching killing intent on the sword's edge could burn even an inch of skin, causing a fine layer of sweat to form on Shen Yan's pale neck.

"That woman's words are hardly true. Don't you remember? She said she was just passing by and doing a good deed. People like her are the most cunning; they lie without even needing to think before they start!"

"What I said is absolutely true. If even a single word is false, may I die a horrible death!"

Shen Yan hurriedly swore an oath, raising her hands, which were neatly bound with hemp rope by Mu Liang, and made a gesture of pointing to the sky to swear.

Her eyes, however, were secretly watching Tang Xixue's reaction.

She could tell that Tang Xixue wanted to save the person who was cursed by the ice scales.

As long as she can grasp this point, she will have a way out.

"Moreover, none of you besides me could possibly find the location of Guixu Palace."

The Guixu Palace has now moved to a different location, and the Palace Master has personally set up a sky-covering array.

Without a guide, even if you turn the world upside down, you will never find the way.

Even if the Kunlun Sword Immortal went, it would be of no use.

She spoke with great confidence, which made her words seem quite valuable.

She could bewitch so many powerful and wealthy young men in Baiyujing, and make those arrogant noblemen devoted to her.

Shen Yan's success has never been solely based on her pretty face.

She knows when to show weakness and when to reveal her strengths.

Knowing when to clearly present one's value to the other party, letting them know that killing her would be a loss for the other party.

Tangxi Xue remained silent for a long time.

The cold wind from the icy abyss swept past the side of the flying boat, making her long hair look disheveled.

But it couldn't dispel the deep, cold pool in her eyes.

Her hands, hanging in her sleeves, tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened again.

The fingertips pinched several crescent-shaped white marks in the palm.

She thought of Chu Qiao.

I remember him grinning in the cabin and saying, "Sister, there's plenty of candied fruit—that's a tempting offer."

I remember him walking on the snowfield, suddenly pressing his chest, his fingers clenching, his knuckles turning white.

I remember him making way for me at the entrance to the underground river, his eyes crinkling with a smile, but a fleeting glint of water flashed in the corner of his eye.

I remember him saying, "Next time you come, remember to bring more candied fruit. This lousy place has everything, except sweet things."

He had calculated everything.

They had already calculated the price of betraying the Heavenly Contract.

They had calculated the exact moment when the ice scales would cover their bodies.

He had calculated that he would become just an ordinary ice corpse in the Ice Abyss Burial Ground.

But he said nothing, only smiled and sent them into the dark river, then turned and walked into the depths of the snowstorm.

Such a loyal and affectionate person.

How could she not save him?

Finally, she spoke slowly.

"What I hate most in my life is being lied to."

The chill hidden in her voice was even more bone-chilling than the ancient ice of this icy abyss.

"If even one word you say today is false."

She leaned down slightly, her star-like peach blossom eyes looking directly into Shen Yan's panicked pupils.

Tang Xixue's lips curved into a very faint and cold smile.

The smile didn't reach his eyes; instead, it sent chills down one's spine.

"Then I don't mind letting you experience firsthand what true wickedness is."

Shen Yan felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave when she saw that look from her.

The hairs on my body stood on end, and I even held my breath for a moment.

She had no doubt that if she had lied, Tang Xixue would make her regret ever being born.

It wasn't a quick death, but the torment of being unable to live and unable to die.

The calm in those eyes was more chilling than any hysterical threat.

Because it wasn't a momentary outburst of anger, but a cold, resolute certainty born from deep thought.

She desperately suppressed the fear surging in her heart, not daring to even tremble her voice.

"Every word I said is true; not a single word is false!"

If there is any deception, you don't need to lift a finger; I'll take care of it myself!

"I would never dare to deceive Princess Jing!"

"Burn it."

Tang Xixue straightened up and waved her hand.

Feng Zhuo reluctantly moved the Crimson Flame Sword away from Shen Yan's neck by a few inches.

The sword left a shallow bloodstain on the side of her neck as it left.

Fine beads of blood seeped out, instantly freezing into dark red ice particles in the cold wind.

"You'd better behave yourself."

He sheathed his sword, but kept his eyes fixed on Shen Yan.

Like a cheetah poised to pounce, ready to tear her apart at any moment.

"If I find out what tricks you're up to, this sword won't just cut your skin next time."

"call--"

Shen Yan collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her throat, pounding against her ribs and making her eardrums ring.

She had just narrowly escaped death.

"Madmen! They're all a bunch of complete madmen!"

Tang Xixue and her gang are indeed a villainous group!

None of them had a shred of humanity or compassion!

She's surrounded by a pack of mad dogs!

terrible!

The touch of that sharp blade against her neck was bone-chillingly cold, so cold that she's still shivering.

The bloodstain on her neck stung from the cold wind, but she didn't even dare to raise her hand to cover it.

Tang Xixue turned around and looked out at the vast expanse of snow and wind outside the cabin.

The hand that had been hanging in the sleeve finally slowly loosened its clenched fist.

"Does Wuchi truly possess the power of resurrection?"

She murmured to herself, her sigh carried away by the wind.

"If there truly were a place in this world where scattered souls could be gathered back together, and cold bones could be warmed anew..."

Does that mean there's still hope for Ah Qiao?