Immortality begins with exchanging talent attributes.

The chill spread silently.

It seemed to have eyes, bypassing the fallen Xuan Yi Guards and rushing straight at the Wusheng Sect members present.

In the blink of an eye, the entire mansion was transformed into a frozen wasteland.

The fine rain condensed into glistening ice beads in mid-air, then pattered and fell to the ground.

All the Wusheng Sect members who rushed in were frozen into ice sculptures of various shapes in that instant.

Even Shen Zhongheng and Gong Changying, who were the fastest among them, could not escape.

Gong Changying placed one foot on the courtyard wall, her body still in a flying posture, but she was firmly pinned in mid-air by the cold ice.

Shen Zhongheng remained in a backward posture, with half of his arm across his front, a trace of surprise still lingering on his face.

Their eyes darted around, both looking utterly terrified.

Staring blankly at the scene before him, Zhou Yan's tense body went limp.

He swallowed hard, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Lu Qingshuang, who was leaning on his shoulder, holding a pendant in one hand.

The white light emanating from the pendant is faint.

A chill was constantly emanating from the pendant.

"Lord Lu... what is this?"

Lu Qing Shuang was clearly too weak to answer; activating this backup plan had already exhausted all the internal energy she had barely managed to gather.

It's already a miracle that she's awake at all.

Zhou Yan did not press the matter further.

Because the chill in front of him had changed again.

The chill that had swept through the entire courtyard stopped spreading and began to quickly return.

In the blink of an eye, it coalesced into a human figure.

  

The figure's face was obscured; only a vague outline suggested it was a tall, upright man.

He was surrounded by a chilling aura, and the outline of his robes was ethereal and uncertain, as if a gust of wind could blow them away.

But in Zhou Yan's eyes...

It was like an iceberg standing between heaven and earth.

The figure in the cold air seemed to turn around and glance at Zhou Yan.

To be precise, she glanced at Lu Qingshuang, who was clinging to Zhou Yan's back.

Then, his gaze lingered on Zhou Yan for a moment.

Zhou Yan might have been mistaken; he felt that the figure formed by the cold air seemed to pause for a moment.

However, the figure in the cold air quickly looked away.

They circled around once, then paused again at Shen Zhongheng's ice sculpture.

He raised his head slightly to look at the illusory pill in mid-air.

A deep, emotionless voice rang out.

"The Wusheng Sect"

next moment.

The figure slowly floated up, seemingly very slowly, but in the blink of an eye it flew into the air.

At this moment, Zhou Yan was utterly shocked.

What did he see?

fly!

A coughing sound came from behind, and Zhou Yan turned around to look.

Li Kun was lying on the ground, trying to get up by supporting himself with his hands, but he was weak all over because of his deficiency of qi and blood.

The surrounding rain had been frozen by the cold air.

The force that was constantly drawing away vital energy was forcibly suppressed in this icy cold.

Zhou Yan walked over and helped the other person up.

"Brother Li, how are you?"

Blood trickled from the corner of Li Kun's mouth, his face was deathly pale, and he looked up at the chilling figure in mid-air, managing only a weak smile.

"He... won't die."

He took a couple of breaths, his voice trembling.

"Yes, Lord Lu."

"Lord Lu?"

Zhou Yan was puzzled.

"That's right, Lu Baihu's father is the current Marquis of Linchuan. We are saved."

Li Kun seems to have recovered somewhat, and his speech is much smoother now.

Around them, the black-clad guards struggled to their feet, almost all of them covered in blood and looking like they were about to collapse from exhaustion.

But they all looked up at the figure, their eyes filled with admiration.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Zhou Yan also raised his head.

Marquis of Linchuan?

That's really impressive!

……

"The Wusheng Sect is perverse and does evil."

In mid-air, Lu Yuan's clone spoke in a cold voice that echoed through the sky.

"Faceless, you deserve to die."

A moment after the sound faded, two figures approached rapidly from the north city wall, one after the other.

It was Mo Yunfeng and Wumian.

Both of their clothes were somewhat disheveled.

Mo Yunfeng still had a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had suffered a considerable loss in the fight just now.

The faceless creature landed on a roof ridge, its featureless face slightly raised, facing Lu Yuan's clone in mid-air.

He paused for a moment, then spoke:

"I never expected that Lord Lu would value his eldest daughter so much, that he would go so far as to expend his own essence to condense a clone of profound energy to protect her closely."

Lu Yuan's clone did not respond.

A chill slowly circulated around him.

Its form became increasingly ethereal.

Faceless seemed to have figured something out as well, and his tone became more aggressive.

"But I wonder how much of your original strength does this clone possess?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his long sword horizontally.

A powerful, intense aura suddenly erupted.

The rain was frozen by the cold air, but the sky remained dark and oppressive.

The faceless figure stood atop the roof ridge, its blade pointing diagonally into the air, its entire being resembling a deadly sword about to be drawn from its sheath.

Lu Yuan's clone merely snorted coldly.

"Overestimating one's abilities."

The next moment, he raised his hand and pointed.

In an instant, the weather changed dramatically.

A long rainbow, radiating a chilling aura, stretched across the sky and pressed down on the Faceless One.

The faceless figure suddenly rose higher, and the long sword slashed down with force.

A jet-black blade of energy, tens of feet long, instantly condensed and slashed fiercely at the chilling rainbow.

boom!

The blade's energy and the cold light collided in mid-air.

However, the giant blade energy only lasted for less than two breaths before shattering into pieces.

The faceless figure retreated explosively, and a trickle of blood flowed down from behind the mask.

And at the very moment the two clashed.

In mid-air, the blood-red pill phantom that had been undulating suddenly sank and rapidly headed back into the depths of the county government prison.

Things developed too quickly, from the appearance of Lu Yuan's clone, to the arrival of Mo Yunfeng and the other two, and then to the fight between Wumian and Lu Yuan.

It seems slow, but it only takes a few breaths.

Mo Yunfeng originally intended to head straight for Wan Ning's alchemy workshop, but the seemingly unintentional exchange between the faceless men actually blocked Mo Yunfeng's path.

Once the aftershocks of their battle had subsided, the pill had already been returned to the furnace!

Mo Yunfeng's aged figure flashed and leaped towards the prison.

But Wan Ning was nowhere to be found in the prison; only a still-warm alchemy furnace remained.

On the furnace wall, the blood-red patterns flashed on and off.

The overpowering, nauseating fragrance of cinnamon still lingered in the air.

"Damn it!"

Mo Yunfeng's face turned ashen.

The next moment, the faceless voice resounded throughout the city.

"withdraw!"

Bang bang bang!

The ice on Shen Zhongheng, Gong Changying, and the pig-faced masked man cracked simultaneously.

A strange wisp of blood-red light exploded from each of the three people's bodies, forcefully shattering the remaining chill.

Even so, their faces were ashen, and their breaths were extremely weak.

Without daring to delay, the three figures leaped out one after another and rushed frantically towards the outside of the city.

Before leaving, Shen Zhongheng suddenly turned around and gave Zhou Yan a deep look.

Without saying a word, the group disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye.

Why are you looking at me? What does it have to do with me?

Upon seeing this, Zhou Yan's heart sank, and he couldn't help but curse loudly.

These lunatics are absolutely insane.

"Want to leave? Stay!"

Lu Yuan's clone pointed out again.

A long, cold arc of air swept across the sky, tearing a narrow rift through the thick clouds and shooting directly at the retreating faceless creature.

The faceless figure paused.

He held his long sword horizontally in front of him, then spun around and slashed.

"Fate is like a knife!"

A highly refined blade of energy slashed out once again.

As soon as the knife was drawn, blood flowed freely beneath the faceless mask, clearly indicating that it had been subjected to immense strain.

Even so, it only blocked the long rainbow of cold air for four or five breaths.

The blade energy shattered.

Using the force of the recoil, Faceless leaped again, his speed increasing dramatically, and he disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye.

Slowly withdrawing his hand, Lu Yuan's clone watched the other party disappear into the distance without giving chase.

He was just an avatar with limited remaining power; these two moves of the Cold Sword Finger had exhausted all his remaining strength.

It was still suspended in mid-air, merely maintaining the last vestige of chill.

Seeing Mo Yunfeng turn back, he said:

"Senior Mo, it's been a long time!"

Although Mo Yunfeng was of a higher generation, the other party was a Marquis of the current dynasty, and his strength was also greater than his own. He couldn't refuse to offend him, so he could only clasp his hands in greeting and say:

"My lord, I pay my respects."

"Senior, you're too kind. My clone's power is exhausted, and I'll have to trouble you again."

Lu Yuan's clone said politely.

Mo Yunfeng said in a deep voice:

"These are minor matters."

As he spoke, he glanced back at the devastated Qingzhou City, his eyes blazing with anger.

"But I don't understand why, given such a major incident that has occurred on Qingzhou, the imperial court has yet to send reinforcements?"

Lu Yuan's clone remained silent for a moment before saying:

"The Wusheng Sect and the Rakshasa Kingdom invaded the Great Yan in the southern border, and now most of the Great Yan's top combat forces have been transferred to the southern border."

Even I was urgently summoned to the capital by the Crown Prince a few days ago, but I never expected the Wusheng Sect to cause such a mess in the north.

Mo Yunfeng's expression grew increasingly grim.

"Openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass. What a clever scheme by the Wusheng Sect!"

Lu Yuan's clone nodded and said:

"I will send a message to the commander of the Black-Clad Guards in the prefectural city, informing him of the basic situation, and the rest..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Yuan's clone finally gave out and vanished in a wisp of cold air.

The heavy rain had stopped long ago when the clouds were torn apart.

The long-awaited sunlight finally shone through the cracks in the clouds.

It illuminated the city's deathly silence.

The green boat is gone.

……