The power of that strike was terrifying. Immediately after Tong Jue's attack, Miao Feng lunged diagonally, not meeting the attack head-on. His movements were as swift as a ghost, instantly disappearing through the snow mist, his sword drawing a bright arc before vanishing in a flash—
The moment their bodies collided, Tongjue fell to the ground, while a streak of red flashed across the blade of Miaofengping's sword.
He dared not stray far. After successfully striking with his sword, he immediately leaped back to Xue Ziye's side and asked in a low voice, "Are you alright?"
"It's...it's alright," Xue Ziye said softly, rubbing the cut on her throat. She looked at the sword in Miao Feng's hand with some awe—because it was filled with internal energy, the ordinary steel sword was surging with red light, as if flames were burning all the way. It was the raging fire of hell.
In that instant, Miao Feng seemed like a completely different person. The once unperturbed butterfly was now filled with a chilling killing intent that was impossible to look directly at. The smile on his face was still there, but that smile was now a cold laugh that looked down on life and death, a laugh that could kill anyone who stood in his way.
As expected of a master who is on par with Hitomi in the Shura Field!
She struggled to breathe in the wind and snow, her face growing paler again, her body swaying precariously. Miao Feng glanced around, his heart filled with worry, knowing that if he didn't give her more breathing, she wouldn't be able to hold on. However, they were surrounded by formidable enemies, and five of the Eight Steeds had yet to appear; how could they afford to be careless?
Horse carcasses lay scattered on the ground, their bellies ripped open, a gruesome sight.
"Chasing Wind, White Rabbit, Nie Jing, Morning Duck, Rouge, come out," Miao Feng said slowly, planting her sword in the snow. A murderous aura slowly crept onto her usually smiling face. She placed her hands on the hilt of her sword, carefully inserting the longsword into the snow. "I know Tong sent you—don't make me deal with you one by one, join forces!"
Xue Ziye was suddenly jolted, and blurted out—Tong? Miao Feng said that it was Tong who sent these assassins?!
She stood there, frozen, feeling a chill run through her to the bone.
The sword was plunged into the snow, but it was as if flames were burning on the sword. The surrounding snow continued to melt and spread rapidly, eventually melting all the snow within a three-zhang radius!
"Hey, everyone should come out." A cold voice suddenly came from under the snow. "Anyway, he'll be melting all the snow soon."
The ground trembled, and five shadows silently emerged, surrounding the two of them.
Waves of murderous intent pressed in, almost freezing the air itself.
"Valley Master Xue." Just as she was about to collapse, she suddenly heard Miao Feng call out softly. Immediately, he placed a hand on her back's Xinlingtai acupoint and quickly sent his internal energy into her. She widened her eyes in surprise—at a time like this, he actually dared to spare a hand to heal her injuries?
The five people around them had obviously noticed the change in an instant, but they didn't know what Miaofeng was doing and were afraid of losing the initiative, so they didn't dare to make any move for a moment.
Miao Feng increased his internal energy to the maximum, filling Xue Ziye's entire body to ensure that she would not be exhausted during the time she was away from him. He then used telepathy to secretly instruct her: "I will hold off the five of them for a moment. You run to Uliastai immediately."
She gritted her teeth and nodded silently.
“I’ll follow,” Miao Feng added.
"He's healing her! Make your move!" Finally realizing that they were just stalling for time, Zhui Feng of the Eight Steeds let out a low, cold laugh. The five figures suddenly vanished into thin air, leaving only a murderous aura pressing in through the snowstorm!
"Run!" Miao Feng pushed Xue Ziye away with a palm strike, drew his sword from the snow, and suddenly raised his head, slashing through the void with a single blow!
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Chapter Nine: Old Dreams
At the same time that sniping took place on the Uliastai snowfield, on the distant summit of Kunlun Mountain, Tong slowly opened her eyes.
"It's time to make a move." Miao Huo was already waiting in the darkness, but dared not look into the pair of eyes filled with spiritual light deep in the darkness. He looked down at Tong's toes. "Tomorrow morning, the King will go to the mountaintop paradise. Only Ming Li will accompany him. Miao Kong and Miao Shui will not be there, and Miao Feng has not returned yet either."
“It must be the Eight Steeds that held back Miaofeng.” Tong’s eyes gleamed, and he raised his hand to grip the Bloodstained Sword at his side. His voice was deep. “As long as he doesn’t come back, things will be much easier—according to the plan, we will act when the King of Pop passes by the glacier.”
"Yes." Miao Huo nodded and quietly withdrew.
A person sat in the darkness, and Tong's eyes slowly closed again.
The Eight Steeds did indeed intercept Miao Feng. So, what has become of that female healer?
Sitting in the darkest corner, the image of that beautiful head being instantly severed by a long sword flashed before his eyes—in that instant, he subconsciously gripped the sword, his fingers trembling, as if he felt some kind of fear.
What is there to be afraid of? That order was clearly given by myself.
He absolutely could not let Miaofeng bring the female healer back to the Great Bright Palace to save that devil. Anyone who wanted to protect that devil had to be eliminated—gods and Buddhas alike would be killed without hesitation! But… why, why did a voice inside him keep reminding him—that would be a terrible mistake?
"Meiji... I promise I will never let you stay in the darkness again."
Those bright eyes resurfaced in his mind once more, gazing at him with an irritating concern and tenderness.
He struggled to control his thoughts, trying not to fall into this inexplicable chaos. His pale, slender fingers gently caressed the Bloodstained Sword lying across his lap, feeling its cold sharpness—the blade, coated with dragon blood beads, faintly emitted a crimson light, and even the blood groove was densely filled with dragon blood bead powder.
With such a sword, one can slay all gods and demons.
He sat in the darkness with his head down, listening to the screams and fighting coming from the beasts next door, and a silent smile curved his lips.
Your Holiness... Tomorrow will be your death day!
He suddenly opened his eyes, and purple light radiated outwards, shining like a demon in the dark night.
At the same time that sniping took place on the Uliastai snowfield, a white bird flew across the vast forest and snowfield to Yaoshi Valley.
"Caw—" Clearly familiar with the terrain, the white bird flew directly to the Summer Garden, passed through the beaded curtain, landed on the shelf, and cried loudly, flapping its wings, hoping to immediately attract the attention of its mistress.
However, after calling for a long time, only one girl, who hadn't had enough of her afternoon nap, came out yawning: "What's making so much noise? Huh?"
Shuanghong recognized the white bird and exclaimed in surprise. The snow hawk hopped onto her shoulder, grabbed her shoulder, and kept raising its claws to indicate that she should look at the cloth tied to it.
"Huh, did your master send this to the Valley Master?" Shuanghong rubbed her eyes and finally saw it clearly, muttering, "But she's left the valley, it'll be a long time before she comes back."
"Coo?" The snow hawk seemed to understand her words, and used its beak to peck off the cloth from its foot and carry it away.
"Newly brewed wine, green as ants; a small red clay stove, glowing with warmth. Evening approaches, and snow is imminent. Shall we share a cup?"
"I will be returning north soon; please await me with warm wine." (Bai)
Those few lines of text made Shuanghong laugh.
"Oh, so Young Master Huo really intends to come back here?" She was very happy, folding up the cloth. "No wonder the Valley Master told us to bury a few jars of 'Laughing at the Mortal World' under the plum tree before he left—we all thought he would forget about this place once he was cured!"