“Since the King of Pop is concealing his injuries from the outside world, he will surely continue to take the Grey Hound for walks in the mountaintop paradise as usual,” he said coldly, gazing at the snow-covered summit of Kunlun. “I will first return to the Dark Realm of the Asura Field to meditate and concentrate my eye power—we will take action in three days!”
"Okay." Miao Huo thought for a moment, then asked, "Should we notify Miao Shui?"
Tong thought for a moment, then shook her head: "No need. That woman is unpredictable, whether she's friend or foe. Let's not count on her for now."
This opportunity won't come again. If you don't seize it, you may never have another chance to overthrow the King of Pop in your lifetime!
It's all or nothing.
It's better than spending your whole life kneeling at someone's feet, being a pig or a dog.
The distant Mohe Snow Valley.
In the Summer Garden, Xue Ziye looked at the southern sky and frowned.
It's been over twenty days. Huo Zhanbai should have arrived in Yangzhou by now—I wonder if he's found his master yet? For eight years, she's never gone to look for her master, and she doesn't even know if he still lives in Yangzhou. She can only hope that guy's luck is on his side and he finds her smoothly.
Otherwise... there is absolutely no one in this world who can cure Mo'er's illness.
She sighed, wondering what Huo Zhanbai's expression would be when he found out he had been lying to her for eight years.
She looked up at the western sky again, her worry deepening—what had become of Meisuke? Even though he had deceived and hurt her, she could never help but worry about his situation.
Even if he obtains the Dragon Blood Pearl and completes his mission, how much better will his life be after returning to the Great Bright Palace? He'll still be back in the Asura Field, just like any other assassin, waiting for the next bloodthirsty order.
Meisuke, Meisuke, have you really forgotten everything?
Or is it simply because even if one recalls it, it would be of no use and would only increase the pain?
How can I bring you out of that dark place...?
She was lost in thought when she heard a noise behind her.
"Don't move." Without turning her head, she snapped, "The wound on your abdomen is too deep; you can't get out of bed yet."
However, the blue-haired man was already behind her.
"Oh, you're healed so quickly?" Xue Ziye couldn't help but let out a cold laugh, staring at the wound on his abdomen. "So, you deliberately avoided blood vessels when you stabbed me, didn't you? You bet I won't just watch you die?"
“I can commit suicide immediately to appease Valley Master Xue’s anger.” Miao Feng handed over the short dagger, his face bearing his usual gentle smile, and bowed slightly. “But before that, I would like to ask Valley Master Xue to go to Kunlun as soon as possible, so as not to delay the King’s condition.”
Xue Ziye was speechless for a moment.
Miao Feng's face still held that usual gentle smile—a smile that radiated peace and tranquility from within. The "Spring Breeze" technique was the highest martial art recorded on the Sacred Flame Token, and along with "Iron Horse and Ice River," it was considered one of the supreme mental techniques of the Yin and Yang systems. However, this technique required the practitioner to have a warm and peaceful heart; if one's heart was wicked and cruel, it was easy to go astray and become possessed by demons halfway through the practice.
This person has practiced for over twenty years and has managed to integrate his internal energy with his own temperament in such a seamless way.
She looked at him in bewilderment: "Having been fed the poison of ice silkworms since childhood, you were still willing to die for him?"
Miao Feng smiled and said, "The King of the Church has been a great benefactor to me, as if he were my second father."
Xue Ziye frowned: "I don't understand."
“Master Xue may not know, but I am originally a branch of the Loulan royal family,” Miao Feng said with a faint smile. “Later, the kingdom declined and we were forced into exile. We encountered bandits on the way and survived until now thanks to the King of the Sect who saved us.”
"Oh..." Xue Ziye murmured, gazing at the sky, "So, that cult leader did do some good deeds after all?"
Miao Feng respectfully said, "Please, Valley Master Xue, lend a helping hand."
“Alright, I promise you, I’ll go to Kunlun to treat your king—” Xue Ziye stood up, flicked her sleeve, looked at the smiling young man, and raised a finger, “But I have one condition.”
Miao Feng nodded: "Valley Master Xue, please speak freely."
Xue Ziye sneered: "You think you can make that decision?"
“I can.” Miao Feng bent down, took out an item from his sleeve, and respectfully handed it over. “This is a sacred object given to me by the King of the Church when he sent me here—the King of the Church’s oral decree. As long as Valley Master Xue is willing to help, any request can be granted.”
"The Sacred Flame Token?!" Xue Ziye exclaimed in surprise upon seeing it.
The token, forged from black iron, was incredibly heavy, gleaming with a cold light, and densely covered with unfamiliar characters. Xue Ziye vaguely remembered hearing martial arts figures who had entered the valley mention it, knowing that it was the supreme sacred object of the Demonic Sect, always held by the sect leader.
"Oh..." she smiled, "It seems that your King is quite ill this time."
The gentle breeze is silent.
She put away the Sacred Flame Token and nodded to Miaofeng: "Alright, I'll go with you to Kunlun tomorrow."
"Thank you." Miao Feng smiled happily, feeling relieved. Suddenly, she felt that the pain in her wound could no longer be endured. She groaned softly, clutched her abdomen, and staggered to her knees. Blood slowly seeped from between her fingers.
"Sigh," Xue Ziye stepped forward, bent down to support him, and sighed, "Just like Mingjie, they're both reckless."
Meisuke? Miaofeng was slightly startled, but then she heard the woman murmur in her ear:
"This time, no matter what, we must get him out of there..."
A battlefield of carnage. The dark realm.
The air was filled with continuous screams, the dull thud of breaking flesh, and the desperate roars of those dying—the sounds emanating from the neighboring animal realm. The group of newcomers who had just entered the Asura Arena were undergoing their first brutal elimination round. In the animal realm, life was cheap; of the five hundred children, eighty percent would perish, leaving fewer than a hundred to survive and enter the Realm of Life and Death for the next round of training.
Of the five hundred people who ultimately survived the battle, fewer than fifty remained.
This is the highest realm for assassins in the Asura Field: transcending the realms of beasts and life and death, attaining the Great Light. It is the symbol of finally emerging victorious after years of arduous training. In the harsh elimination process, only a very few assassins can enter the Realm of Light alive—and those who survive become the top elite assassins of the Great Light Palace. Just like... him and Miao Feng.
In the deepest darkness, the man in black sat silently, his eyes closed and saying nothing.
Those screams and cries seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever.
He simply focused all his mind, calmed his spirit, and concentrated all his power between his eyes, which remained tightly closed. He had been meditating alone in the Dark Realm for two days, neither eating nor uttering a single word.