"Back then, my name was Yami..."
Those things, I haven't thought about for many years... For more than a decade, I've been running through the darkness, cutting everything down with my sword, risking my life to stop anyone who is against the Pope. I was so pure and determined, without doubt, without hesitation, and without regret. Originally, I was living a very peaceful and fulfilling life.
He doesn't dwell on the past, because it's all superfluous.
But why is it that at this moment, those things that have been forgotten for many years suddenly resurface, one after another?
“You can’t go on like this,” Xue Ziye said, her voice trembling as a hand suddenly pressed against the bandage on his chest. “Your internal energy and emotions are starting to become uncoordinated. If this continues, you’ll easily go astray. I’ll use silver needles to seal it up, just in case…”
"No need." Miao Feng suddenly frowned, took a step back as if burned, then abruptly raised his head and stared intently at her—
“Master Xue,” she saw him suddenly smile and said softly, “you will regret this.”
Startled by the soft, dreamlike tone, Xue Ziye looked up at the person before her, paused for a moment, then smiled. "Perhaps... but that's a matter for the future." Her fingers deftly tied a knot in the bandage, then she leaned over and bit off the excess cloth with her teeth. "But now, what doctor would abandon a patient?"
He fell silent, no longer resisting, letting the doctor treat his wounds, but his eyes remained fixed on the azure sky of the Western Regions.
The mountains receded slowly, and the snow-capped peaks shone like light on a jeweled crown.
—In three more days, we should be able to reach Kunlun, right?
He couldn't help but lift the curtain and, speaking in a foreign tongue, sternly ordered the driver to speed up.
Twenty-five days have passed since I was dispatched from the palace. The journey has been fraught with unexpected events, but thankfully I've managed to return within the one-month deadline. However, I wonder what the situation is like back at the Great Bright Palace? Tong…did you ever imagine that I would return with an old acquaintance?
However, you probably don't remember anymore... After all, that night, I saw the Pope personally seal all your memories with three golden needles and forcibly take you back to the palace when you were kneeling by the icy river on the verge of collapse.
If I hadn't knocked you unconscious, you probably would have jumped after me already.
You were so foolish back then...
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Chapter 10: Assassination (Part 1)
As the female healer set off from Uliastai, an unprecedented assassination attempt suddenly began atop the Kunlun Mountains.
The sunlight had just reached the summit of Kunlun Mountain, and the glaciers on the peak reflected a dazzling light.
With a deafening roar, the snow atop the mountain was violently shaken, instantly collapsing with a thunderous crash, sliding down the ice wall like waves. All the followers in the palace fell silent, looking up to witness the sudden battle unfolding on the summit.
"What's going on?" The lower-ranking followers whispered among themselves, not understanding why they would see such a thing in Paradise so early in the morning.
"It's...it's Young Master Tong!" A disciple who had emerged from the chaotic battlefield recognized the figure in the distance and exclaimed in surprise, "It's Young Master Tong!"
"Young Master Tong and the King of the Sect are at war?" Low gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd, each voice carrying a different emotion.
The whispers spread, carrying shock, fear, and even a hint of admiration and ecstasy—in the thirty years the Pope had ruled the Great Bright Palace, no rebel had ever been as powerful as Tong! Would this time, the throne be overthrown?
Everyone looked up at the intertwined figures on the glacier, mesmerized.
"What are you looking at?" A sharp shout suddenly rang out, startling everyone into turning around. A figure in a long, dark blue robe floated in, wearing a bronze mask—it was Miao Kong, one of the Five Bright Ones.
The usually silent Wu Mingzi watched the earth-shattering events unfold, seemingly unwilling to get involved. He simply waved the crowd away, saying, "All irrelevant people, return to your rooms and do not come out! Unless someone wants to lose their head!"
"Yes!" Everyone bowed their heads nervously and withdrew.
In the empty Twelve Palaces, only Miaokong remained.
“Heh…Moon Saintess,” he turned his head and saw the woman in the distant pavilion closing her window, “Aren’t you going to follow your benevolent father?”
The woman on the high-rise building raised the corners of her mouth, revealing an indifferent smile: "I don't even want to look."
The window slammed shut. Miaokong stared intently for a moment, making sure the Uyghur princess wouldn't come out again, before turning her gaze away. But in the nearby pavilion, a pair of eager eyes were fixed on the fierce battle raging atop Kunlun Mountain. They seemed eager to join in, yet ultimately restrained themselves.
That was the Star Saintess Salo—the Sun Saintess Uma's cousin.
This youngest daughter of the former Uyghur king was sent to Kunlun with her older sister after her uncle usurped the throne. Suddenly transformed from a princess into an abandoned daughter, it's no wonder the two sisters harbored deep resentment—however, Uma was bolder than her sister. Unlike Sara, who, even after witnessing her sister's rebellion and execution, dared not offer any resistance.
Miao Kong touched the bronze mask on her face and sighed: It seems that there are quite a few people in the sect like him who stand aside and observe the situation quietly... But are they really standing aside? Or are they secretly plotting something?
Everyone in the Great Bright Palace is extraordinary.
He walked slowly across the long bridge called Baiyuchuan, his hands clasped behind his back, towards the paradise at the summit. His mind raced as he considered his next move, his expression constantly shifting behind his bronze mask. However, just as he reached the glacier near the summit, he suddenly shuddered and took a step back—
A chilling, murderous aura filled the amusement park!
Two figures moved swiftly through the snow, the sound of metal clashing faintly audible. From a distance, they appeared evenly matched. The King kept his head down, avoiding eye contact with his opponent, instead focusing on the area below the opponent's shoulders, judging the direction of their moves from their gestures.
Both sides moved at extreme speed.
The park was a scene of utter devastation, with over a dozen corpses lying dead, including guards from the Pope's side and elite assassins from the Asura Field. Clearly, the two sides had been fighting for some time. As they once again swept over the glacier, Tong abruptly raised her head, her eyes flashing with a sharp, razor-like light!
Eye Technique! Everyone was shocked. This top assassin of the Great Bright Palace had finally used his ultimate technique!
However, why wait until now to use this spell?
"Thousandfold!" The moment his eyes opened, a sharp purple light burst forth.
—On the glaciers on all sides, countless identical eyes suddenly appeared!
The ice walls refracted and reflected each other, creating hundreds of shadows, and the eyes of each shadow emitted an extremely sharp light in an instant—that ultimate eye technique, amplified a hundredfold after being reflected by the ice walls, intertwined into a net, becoming an inescapable trap!
The king let out a sharp cry in an instant, staggered backward, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell into the jade throne.
His limbs were still twitching, but no matter what he did, he couldn't raise his hands—he had been struck head-on the instant the eye technique was activated, losing control of his body in an instant. His hands couldn't move; his feet couldn't lift. Watching the black-clad assassin approach with a sword, the Pope suddenly pursed his lips and let out a whistling sound, summoning his most loyal guards.
A roar came from deep within the park, and a pack of ferocious mastiffs rushed out, biting at Tong's throat!