"Zi Ye is confident." Her eyes were filled with pride.
"Then, please go to the mountaintop amusement park to rest. Tomorrow, I will trouble the Valley Master to see you." The King smiled and ordered the attendant beside him to take the distinguished guest away.
As soon as she stepped out of the main hall, the old man coughed uncontrollably, feeling a gush of blood rise to his mouth again—it seemed that even using all his internal energy couldn't suppress his injuries. If this woman hadn't come to his rescue, he would probably have died even before that guy Tong, right?
Therefore, under no circumstances should we go against any of this woman's demands at this moment.
Heh... In just seven days, the poison of the Seven Star Begonia will penetrate from the eyes into the brain, gradually eroding a person's mind. At that time, you, the divine physician, can leave with this idiot whom no one in the world can cure—
I swear in the name of the Venerable One that neither of you shall leave this Kunlun Mountain alive!
After the attendants led Xue Ziye away, the Great Bright Hall fell silent once more.
"Feng, raise your head," the Pope sat back on his jade throne, leaning on his golden staff and panting heavily, and spoke coldly, "Tell me, what exactly is going on? What is the relationship between this woman and Tong?"
Miao Feng was suddenly jolted, his shoulders and back trembling slightly, but he still dared not raise his head.
"Look at me!" Seeing his trusted subordinate silently resist for the first time, the Pope's eyes flashed with a sharp expression, and he slammed his golden staff down heavily. "Why does she know Tong's real name? Why did you stop her just now? What do you know?"
After a long silence, Miao Feng suddenly knelt down on one knee: "I beg Your Majesty for forgiveness!"
“If you speak, I will forgive you.” The Pope gripped his golden staff tightly, staring at the young man in white.
"Xue Ziye...she...is the only survivor from the Moga village!" After a long pause, Miaofeng finally uttered a sentence, his face gradually turning pale. "I was afraid that Tong would reveal the truth about the extermination of our clan to her, so I took the liberty of acting. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
"Moga Village? Tong's hometown?" The Pope pondered, slowly recalling the bloodshed, then sneered, "As expected... another fish that slipped through the net. It's a case of not eliminating the root of the problem..."
He leaned on his golden cane, a murderous glint slowly creeping into his eyes: "So, she hasn't yet learned the truth?"
"Yes." Miao Feng lowered her head.
"Then tell her before she dies." The Pope's lips curled into a cold smile. "Before that, she's still useful."
His tone was light and cold, like a knife slowly being drawn, reflecting a cruel light. Knowing the King's temperament, Miao Feng trembled instantly and kowtowed heavily: "King... I beg you to forgive her!"
On the jade throne, the hand that was turning the golden staff suddenly stopped.
"Feng," the Pope asked incredulously, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the disciple kneeling below. "What did you say?"
"Your Majesty, I dare to ask you to spare her life!" He bowed, his forehead touching the hard jade steps.
The golden staff shot out like lightning, striking his chin and stopping him from continuing to kowtow. The Pope on the jade throne narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing him, his expression unreadable: "Feng, what are you doing? You're actually pleading for someone who's against me? I noticed it the moment you entered—who stole the smile from your face?"
Miao Feng remained silent, bowing her head slightly.
The gentle, controllable true energy within his body had gradually stagnated, as if blocked in his chest, unable to rise any further—with the loss of the Spring Breeze Technique, he now only possessed 30-40% of his usual power, and most of his unique skills had been rendered useless.
The King stared at Miao Feng's pale face, gritting his teeth: "Was it that woman who broke your Spring Breeze Technique?"
"Along the way, she...she saved me many times." Sensing the King's anger, Miaofeng finally couldn't help but speak up to defend Xue Ziye. He seemed unsure of how to phrase it, his hands clenched tightly. "All along, apart from the King, no one, no one...I just didn't want to see her die."
"I understand." Without letting him continue, the Pope put down his golden staff, his eyes instantly regaining their calm. "Feng, it's been twenty-eight years, and this is the first time you've shown concern for someone else's life or death."
Miao Feng remained silent, as if she didn't know how to answer. Her face was pale, and there wasn't a trace of a smile on her face.
The King remained silent, watching the various expressions on his trusted disciple's face that he had never seen before. He was secretly alarmed: In just one month, this child had changed... The smile that had remained unchanged for more than ten years had disappeared, while the indifference that had remained unchanged for more than ten years had been broken.
In his eyes, there was no longer only a pure and unwavering belief in killing.
—Finally, it's been broken... This sword without thought or intention!
“If I insist on killing her, you—” the Pope said coldly, tapping his chin with his golden staff, “what will happen?”
Miao Feng's hands clenched silently, a look of confusion flashed across his eyes, and he lowered his gaze. In the end, he simply answered honestly, "This subordinate... doesn't know what will happen to me."
That bewildered answer sounded like a threat to the Pope.
"..." His eyes changed, and the golden staff fell heavily with anger!
However, Miao Feng remained silent with his head down, neither dodging nor flinching, letting the golden staff strike his back. He let out a low groan but did not move an inch.
"How dare you speak to me like that!" The golden staff fell repeatedly, driven by rage, almost killing him instantly. "I treated you like my own child, and this is how you threaten me? You bunch of wolf cubs!"
However, Miaofeng simply lowered her head and silently endured it.
"Alright." Finally, the Pope threw down his golden staff, leaned back in defeat, buried his body in the jade throne, and sighed dejectedly, "Feng, this is the first request you've made of me in twenty years, and I grant it—that woman is truly remarkable."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Miao Feng's eyes shone with joy as she bowed deeply.
However, once she opened her mouth, she could no longer suppress the surging blood in her body, and Miao Feng spat out a mouthful of blood onto the jade seat.
The King was also breathing heavily, clutching his chest—since he had gone mad from practicing the Iron Horse and Ice River technique, his meridians had become disordered, causing him excruciating pain, and his body was deteriorating day by day.
At this critical moment, we must never abandon this most obedient piece!
The prison was dark and cold, with only the faint sound of dripping water.
This solitary prison, a massive iron cage, lies at the deepest part of the Snow Prison, dimly lit. Long golden ropes hang down, pinning the limbs of the prisoners to their sides, rendering them utterly immobile. From within the Snow Prison emanate the agonizing screams of torture, chilling and terrifying. Yet, those trapped within the cage remain completely still.
With a "snap," a soft mass was thrown into the cage; it was snakeskin wrapped around human skin, rolled up in a ball.
A pungent, fishy smell filled the air, but the person who was locked up did not react at all.
"What, this is the skin of your accomplice—don't you want to see it, Tong?" The woman in blue stood outside the cage, sneering as she looked at the locked person inside, mocking, "Right, I forgot, you can't see it now even if you wanted to."
The other party remained motionless, and five hanging golden ropes pierced through his body, pinning him firmly.
Since being poisoned by the Seven Star Begonia three days ago, the once fearsome assassin has remained silent, allowing the deadly poison to quietly erode his body without uttering a word.