Maître de l'ambiguïté

Chapitre 28

The magnolia blossoms danced like snowflakes in the night wind.

Murong Yin's face was as serene as the first ray of light in the world. His clear eyes held a gentle and tranquil smile as he nodded to the orphan girl before him.

"Okay, I promise you, Lotus, I will never abandon you, no matter what."

The Tianshan Mountains in the Western Regions.

At the summit of Tianshan Mountain, beneath the azure sky, endless white snow stretches out. A snow eagle soars through the sky, its long cry piercing the air, flying over the icy landscape to the Snow Gate Flower Valley Cave.

The snow-white eagle flew straight toward a figure in black outside the West Garden of Flower Valley.

Zhan Yu stood steadily.

The snow eagle landed directly on his shoulder. It was an exceptionally magical Tian Shan eagle, with snow-white feathers, sharp eyes, and talons as sharp as iron hooks, on which a small strip of cloth was wrapped.

Zhan Yu removed the strip of cloth.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze flashing as he quickly scanned the contents of the cloth strip, his expression remaining calm. "Reporting to the sect leader, Lotus has successfully entered Murong Manor. We can depart now."

Zhan Yu stood outside the forbidden area of the West Garden.

At this moment, inside the stone house in the West Garden, was naturally Ye Chuhan, the only one from the Tianshan Snow Clan who could enter this place.

Inside the stone house, a faint candlelight shone.

A short while later.

Ye Chuhan's smiling voice came from the West Garden. It was still transmitted through the distance by means of her profound internal strength, and it reached Zhan Yu's ears clearly.

"How long will it take you to break through Murong Manor and retrieve the Nine Kings Jade?"

Zhan Yu's face was cold and ruthless. In his eyes was a dark and cold determination. "If I break the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation of Murong Manor, I can make Murong Manor disappear from the martial arts world overnight."

Ye Chuhan's voice remained calm and unhurried, as if she were recounting the most carefree thing in the world, "Alright then, when you go to meet Lotus, just remember one thing I said..."

Zhan Yu looked up, his eyes still arrogant and cold.

"Once we obtain the Nine Kings Jade," Ye Chuhan's voice came from the West Garden, carrying a leisurely smile, "we will immediately wipe out the Murong family of Jiangnan, leaving no survivors."

Zhan Yu already understood.

His hand gripped the Azure Nether Sword tightly in his arms. The Azure Nether Sword was chilling to the bone, but his gaze was even colder than the icy Azure Nether Sword, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath.

"Zhan Yu obeys the order."

He turned and left.

As he walked outside Flower Valley Cave, in the dim night, a shivering figure huddled among the flowers caught his eye. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he walked away.

That was once Ye Chuhan's most beautiful concubine, but now Mei Ji has fallen out of favor. Because of the two beautiful Hu women who have just arrived, Ye Chuhan has abandoned her like trash!

She lay prone among the flowers, like a wildcat, glaring resentfully at the favored women in the flower valley, her alluring eyes seeming to spit fire.

She didn't notice Zhan Yu walking past her.

Why make yourself so pathetic!

In the cold, desolate night, a faint voice suddenly rang out, yet it reached Mei Ji's ears with exceptional clarity. She turned her head abruptly and saw Zhan Yu's imposing figure gradually disappearing into the night.

She heard what he said.

Mei Ji sneered and retorted without any politeness, "I am a despicable person to begin with! What does it matter if I become even more vile?!"

In the darkness of night.

Zhan Yu paused slightly, but ultimately did not stop, stepping straight into the vast, desolate night.

Inside the stone house in Xiyuan.

The candle still burned with a single wick, the stone table was still cold, and there was still a pot of fine wine and two amber cups, the contents of which were a deep red, blood-red wine from Ferghana grapes.

It was still across the stone table, that gaunt figure bound by chains.

This time, however, Ye Chuhan did not sit at the stone table.

Ye Chuhan leaned against the cold stone wall, dressed in white like snow, with jet-black hair and skin so pale it was breathtaking. Her narrow eyes held a gaze as cold and clear as autumn water on a sword.

He held a jug of wine in his hand, tilted his head back slightly, and drank the wine mouth-to-mouth. The clear wine flowed down the corner of his mouth, soaking his snow-white clothes.

The pot of wine was quickly finished.

Ye Chuhan threw away the wine pot, picked up the wine cup beside him, and turned his head slightly to look at the person who was chained up. As he turned his head, his long black hair silently slipped down his pure white robe, like a cold spring. Ye Chuhan smiled indifferently.

"Did you hear that? Murong Manor in Jiangnan will soon be mine."

"..." There was not a sound from across the stone table.

“Yes, I forgot, you can’t hear anything,” Ye Chuhan smiled faintly, the corners of his thin lips curving up a few degrees, his handsome features unparalleled. “You’re just a cripple now, you can’t see, you can’t hear, and you can’t speak.”

His voice even carried a hint of mockery.

That person was silent and unseen.

"The Bai Clan's Heart-Connecting Gu, the Kunlun Blood Relic, the Demonic Sect's Blood-Devouring Pearl, and the Murong Ninth Prince's Jadeite—these four supreme treasures of the martial world will belong to me alone."

Ye Chuhan stared at the stone-like figure, her eyes still filled with mockery, "Back then, you risked everything to snatch the Bai Clan's Heart-Connecting Gu, how pathetic."

He smiled faintly, but the deep, cold light in his eyes gradually intensified and deepened.