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Lianhua, holding Murong Yin, slowly raised her head. Her lips trembled silently, and her clear eyes held a look of terror and disorientation, as if she were on the brink of life and death…

Ye Chuhan had already left.

He still promised Lotus Flower, giving Murong Yin a way out!

On the snow-capped peaks of the Tianshan Mountains, dawn had broken.

Lianhua held the unconscious Murong Yin tightly, staring blankly at the distant horizon, where countless brilliant rays of light refracted from the sky, a dazzling and unparalleled spectacle...

It's light...

Seven colors of light, ever-changing...

Time slowly passed...

From the foot of the mountain, faint shouts could be heard.

That was Yuan Qing, whom Zhan Yu had released beforehand, who had come searching with his men...

Blood slowly dripped from Lianhua's arm. She looked down at Murong Yin's cold, pale face and listened to his weak breathing. She smiled gently, serene and tender.

"I have repaid what I owed you, Murong Yin. From now on, you must live well..."

That day, when Yuan Qing led his men to the Tianshan Mountains, he saw only the Thirteenth Prince, whom he had been thinking about, lying alone in the snow. Although his face was pale and his clothes were stained with blood, he was still breathing faintly.

And apart from him...

The vast Tianshan Mountains, covered in pristine snow, are deserted...

Vol.2

The door of the stone house in Xiyuan was forcefully kicked open.

Ye Chuhan staggered in, and within a breath, she lost her footing and fell to the ground, as excruciating pain surged through her once again.

The battle with the lotus accelerated the backlash of the Bai family's Heart-Connecting Gu worm!

Ye Chuhan collapsed to the ground, unable to move...

A surge of heat coursed through his chest, and a surge of internal energy reversed course in an instant, as if all his meridians were out of balance. Ye Chuhan was in excruciating pain, his body shuddered violently, and blood gushed from his mouth...

My whole body is in excruciating pain, like a thousand arrows piercing my heart!

"ah--!"

Ye Chuhan's voice was painful and shrill, the excruciating pain making him wish he could die immediately, the chilling cold freezing every inch of his skin.

At this moment, what use is unparalleled martial arts?!

The backlash from the Bai Clan's Heart-Connecting Gu, the Love-Sickness Gu, was so devastating and relentless! The pain seemed to have seeped into his very bones, offering no respite and slowly eroding his sanity...

Ye Chuhan gasped for breath in pain, trembling as she raised her head to look at the figure chained to the stone chair in the stone chamber, and gave a bitter smile.

"You must wish I were dead... right?"

"..." The person sitting on the stone chair had a quiet and silent face.

Ye Chuhan chuckled coldly, trembling, "Unfortunately, I, Ye Chuhan... am not so easily killed... In this world, no one but myself can kill me..."

He staggered to his feet.

He staggered around, gritted his teeth, and slowly made his way to the stone wall. He reached out and pulled open a panel, and a warm, jade-like light shone from his fingertips...

The most precious treasure in the world, the Nine Kings Jade!

Using the divine power of the Nine Kings Jade, he stabilized his disordered internal energy and suppressed the backlash of the Bai Clan Heart-Connecting Gu!

He would never allow himself to die so easily!

However.

The moment his hand touched that curved jade pendant.

His body, wracked with excruciating pain, suddenly jolted!

Behind me—

A chilling killing intent swept out like a surging sea. Ye Chuhan turned around in shock and saw a black shadow leap up from the stone chair, a long sword whistling as it charged fiercely toward Ye Chuhan!

That all-out strike, with its overwhelming force, was unstoppable. Wherever it passed, the stone walls crumbled. Ye Chuhan's expression changed the moment he turned around, and he forgot to dodge!

The person on the stone chair has actually come back to life!

That sword pierced straight into Ye Chuhan's chest, the chilling tip of the sword emerging from his back. The powerful force propelled the sword forward, pinning Ye Chuhan firmly to the stone wall!

life and death!

In the blink of an eye!!

Blood gushed from Ye Chuhan's mouth. Amidst the blood mist, he could see the person who had struck him so hard with the sword. That person had a pair of eyes as black as iron.

"...Zhan...Yu..."