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Joining forces with Zhan Yu, the leader of Tianxuan Hall, they swept across the Northern Frontier, dominating the region and forcing the leaders of the thirty-six sects of the Northern Frontier to the edge of the desert. Although they were unwilling, they had no choice but to submit to Tianshan Snow Gate.
Time flows slowly like sand through an hourglass.
Three years have passed!
Dusk was falling.
Beside the hot spring pool, the intoxicating fragrance of flowers wafted in the evening breeze. Ye Chuhan sat upright by the pool, dressed in white as snow, her expression gentle and her features clear and bright, like a painting.
His long, slender, and fair fingers simultaneously caressed the strings, producing music that was sometimes deep and sometimes passionate. Listening closely, it was like a gentle breeze blowing through the woods, with a soothing rhythm and lingering melody, so pleasant that it made one unconsciously intoxicated and lost in a serene longing...
In the distance, two people walked slowly through the flower bushes.
It was Zhan Yu and Lianhua, who had gone out to carry out a mission and subdued the Tang Clan of Sichuan, who came to report back.
From a distance, the two figures looked remarkably well-matched.
Ye Chuhan's lips still held a gentle smile, but in her slightly narrowed eyes, there was a sharp glint that was hard to detect, as sharp as a needle tip.
The music of the seven-stringed lyre continued.
But the originally beautiful music changed in an instant. The stirring music flowed from his fingertips as he plucked the strings, like a howling wind and flashing swords. There was a murderous aura in the music.
Zhan Yu and Lianhua stood in front of Ye Chuhan.
The stirring piano music stopped.
Ye Chuhan raised his head, his snow fox fur coat gleaming. He smiled and said in a gentle tone, "You've come back quite quickly this time."
"Reporting to the Sect Master," Zhan Yu bowed his head and knelt on one knee, presenting a bronze box with both hands, "Zhan Yu and Lianhua have successfully brought back the Bloodthirsty Pearl from the Tang Clan in Sichuan."
He opened the bronze box.
A bright red bead lay quietly in the brocade. This was the Bloodthirsty Bead of the Demonic Cult, which once made people in the martial arts world tremble at the mere mention of it. It was once a sacred object of the Demonic Cult and the deadly magic weapon of the Black-Hearted Old Man, but after the Demonic Cult's downfall, it was obtained by the Tang Clan of Sichuan.
Now, this Bloodthirsty Demon Pearl has become Ye Chuhan's possession.
"well done."
Ye Chuhan took the bronze box containing the Bloodthirsty Beads and looked at Zhan Yu with admiration, "I originally thought it would take you at least a month to come back, but I didn't expect it to take less than a month this time."
"It's because the Tang Clan of Sichuan is too useless." Zhan Yu's face was calm and unperturbed. "Now, apart from the thirty-six sects of the Northern Frontier that were forced to submit and the Blissful Divine Sect of the Central Plains, the Snow Clan of Tianshan has no rivals!"
"As expected, the combined forces of Zhan Yu and Lian Hua from the Tianshan Snow Sect will only make them invincible and unstoppable," Ye Chuhan said softly, a tender smile on her peerless beautiful face.
"You did a great job this time. Zhan Yu, go down first. Lian Hua, stay here."
Warm white mist floats above the hot spring water.
Flowers bloom everywhere, their fragrance filling the air. Ye Chuhan looked up at the lotus that had been standing silently to the side. In just three years, the once innocent fifteen-year-old face had transformed into a pristine and beautiful countenance before her.
Her long, jet-black hair hung down smoothly, still tied with a thin silver ribbon on top. Her light white dress fluttered in the wind like a butterfly dancing in the moonlight.
Ye Chuhan, draped in a snow-white fur coat, gazed at her face for a long time before smiling slightly, "You've lost quite a bit of weight in less than a month."
His words were filled with tender care.
The girl in pure white lowered her head. "Thank you for your kindness, Sect Leader."
Ye Chuhan smiled and slowly stood up. He turned and walked towards the South Garden of the Hot Spring, his deep voice still gentle and affectionate, "Come with me."
This is an elegant and quiet room.
Outside the large window, dusk was falling, and faint starlight streamed down. Inside the room, candles were lit, and the smoke from burning benzoin rose gently.
Tianshan Sect Master Ye Chuhan took out a white jade bottle from the ancient pavilion. As soon as the bottle was opened, the unique fragrance of the medicine filled the entire room.
Jin Yu Bai Lu Ointment is the best healing medicine in the martial arts world, capable of fading scars and regenerating fair skin.
As he turned around with the medicine bottle in his hand, Lianhua had already turned her back to him and slowly took off her white dress. Her long, black hair fell over her snow-white skin, and a clear, ferocious knife mark ran across her jade-like shoulder.
Ye Chuhan frowned slightly with pity, stepped forward, and gently touched the fresh wound. "I will make the person who hurt you pay a thousand times over."
His cool fingers gently glided across her snow-white skin.
The lotus flower remained motionless.
With a gentle smile, he began to carefully apply ointment to the wounds on her back. The cool ointment stung her wounds as it was applied.
Lotus gently bit her lip.
After each battle, Ye Chuhan would personally treat every wound on her body with medicine. He wouldn't allow her to have any scars. So even though Lianhua had experienced countless battles in the martial world, she didn't have a single scar on her body.
She has been by Ye Chuhan's side for three whole years, spending every day with him.
Inside the room.
The aroma of benzoin filled the entire room.
A white jade bottle was placed on the table. Ye Chuhan took off his snow-white fox fur coat and wrapped it tightly around Lianhua's bare skin before carrying her to the soft couch.