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This is a deserted valley. Ancient plum trees and straight bamboo grow wild in the valley, with trees sparser in the middle, green grass and wildflowers scattered everywhere, making it very quiet and secluded.

Beneath the plum tree, Maple, dressed in snow-white robes, sat quietly on a blue stone, his hand on his sword, his handsome face as cold as ice.

There was no wind in the valley, but somehow his clothes fluttered and made a rustling sound, the ribbon binding his hair also swayed, and his hair was slightly disheveled.

On the grass at the other end of the open space stood a woman with long hair.

She wore a purple silk robe, had a slender figure, a beautiful face, pale skin, deep black eyes, blood-red lips, and a cruel and venomous gaze, making her look like a ghost.

Is this woman the old man's enemy?

Zhu Huihui looked at her curiously a few more times, then took off running towards Feng Xuese.

She was always afraid of death and would run as far away as possible from danger. However, the other party was a pretty young woman, and she knew she was no match for the old man. So she figured that by standing behind him, she would not only be safe but also bolster his morale and win his favor—a win-win-win situation!

Liu Yue reached out and placed her hand on her shoulder, then solemnly shook her head.

Zhu Huihui lowered her voice: "Why? Are we just going to let them fight with just two chopsticks?" What she meant was, at least we have more people this time, are we just going to let the old man and that woman fight one-on-one without a group brawl?

Despite the seemingly nonsensical question, Liu Yue actually understood it, smiled, and said, "Please calm down."

The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Three: Chapter Sixteen (2)

The plum grove was serene and the mountain stream was crystal clear. Feng Xuese and Liu Yue, who were chatting idly on the rocks, almost simultaneously realized that something was wrong.

Suddenly, a blue mist rose between heaven and earth.

The fog gradually thickened, eventually filling the entire space.

The midday sun seemed unable to penetrate the thick fog, only revealing a faint grayish-white hue, neither glaring nor dazzling, as the fog gradually revealed a rainbow of colors.

It's not fog! How could fog rise from the ground on such a sunny day?

Strange sounds came from the fog, rustling and whispering, like countless feet crawling towards them. After listening for a while, they even felt a tingling, itchy sensation all over their bodies.

The two magnificent steeds, one white and one yellow, suddenly reared up and neighed loudly towards the sky.

Liu Yue's expression changed slightly. He let out a soft whistle, and his precious horse, the Yellow Dragon Jade Lion Steed, galloped away into the distance.

Feng Xuese's eyes flashed like lightning. He slowly stood up, gently clapped his hands, and his swift steed, Fengxue, followed behind the yellow horse, galloping away.

The fog grew thicker and heavier, accompanied by an extremely foul stench, as if countless poisonous mouths were exhaling the stench of rotting corpses.

"It's miasma!" Liu Yue exclaimed gravely. "Strange!"

Just as Feng Xuese was about to reply, a strange sound suddenly rang out from the depths of the thick fog.

"Maple~snow~color~~~"

The sound seemed to come from the depths of the underworld, sharp, mournful, and ethereal, as if countless vengeful spirits and demons from hell were rushing out, pouncing on the fresh flesh, tearing at chunks of meat, gulping down blood, and grinding their sharp teeth against the white bones...

Feng Xuese felt a chilling aura seeping into his skin through the pores and then into the gaps between his bones, like thousands of tiny needles rushing towards his heart with his blood. Even he, who was always so steadfast and composed, couldn't help but feel his will wavering.

The wailing sound suddenly intensified, with incessant chirping.

A chilling mist suddenly rose in the air, indistinguishable as a curtain of light or fog. In an instant, the world seemed to be swallowed up, and everything in sight was thick, dark, and grayish-white, as if returning to the chaotic mass before the separation of heaven and earth...

Feng Xuese's face was slightly pale, her delicate eyebrows were slightly raised, and she gently drew her sword.

In the midst of chaos, a snow-white brilliance silently bloomed, tearing a crack in the curtain.

"Take care of Zhu Huihui!"

The sound was already several feet away.

Liu Yue was about to go forward to check the situation when she heard this instruction. She suddenly stopped, looked back at Zhu Huihui on the grass, sighed inwardly, and slowly walked to her side.

At this moment, Zhu Huihui was still dozing off in the sun, her fair and rosy face, long and curled eyelashes, and the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, as if she had seen something fun in her dream and couldn't help but laugh.

Liu Yue bent down and quietly looked at her for a while, then gently pulled open her sleeve, revealing her snow-white, lotus-like arms.

Like a bird consumed by flames, with tragic eyes and a mournful song...

That's right! It's this pattern! Even the shape of the blood droplet flowing from the bird's chest is exactly the same as the one I remember...

His heart was racing, and he couldn't help but grasp her arm, gently stroking the vibrant pattern on it.

Gazing at that little face, so peaceful in her sleep, his fingers gently traced her delicate nose, her rosy cheeks, and her pink lips…

Then, as those furry eyes trembled and tried to open, he pressed his hand against her mouth...

Maple-colored figure flickered slightly, already disappearing into the thick fog, which grew deeper and deeper with each step.

The fog was heavy and stagnant, as if it were not floating in the air, but about to fall to the ground at any moment.

His vision was almost completely obscured by the thick fog, and he could no longer see the road. He carefully parted the tree branches with his sword, felt the grass under his feet, and cautiously moved forward.

As I moved, the thick fog hissed and surged, making me feel extremely uncomfortable whether I looked at it, heard it, or smelled it. Everything around me seemed mysterious and unpredictable.

The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear - Part Three: Chapter Sixteen (3)

The strange, eerie sound grew clearer, and mixed in with it was a heart-wrenching cry: "Mommy! Mommy!"

The childish voice, the terrified cries, and the unclear speech caused Feng Xuese's expression to change slightly.

That voice... belongs to a very young child...

Knowing full well that the martial world is treacherous and full of traps; knowing full well that the child appearing in this mysterious and terrifying environment must have been deliberately designed, Feng Xuese still rushed towards the sound of crying.