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“…” Zhu Yan pondered and reflected, her eyes gradually turning ashen. After a long time, she finally sighed silently, and slowly raised her hand, pulling off the Jade Bone from her hair and placing it in front of the Grand Master.

“Take it… take it away.” She said in a sibilant voice, with tears in her eyes.

“This is not our agreement,” the Grand Master looked at her, but did not reach for the Jade Bone, and sneered, “I want you to give it back to him with your own hands and tell him in person!”

Zhu Yan shuddered: “Tell him… what?”

“You know what.” The Grand Master grimaced, “I instructed you about it back in the temple of the White Tower of Jialan.”

He ignored the pale face of Zhu Yan and frowned, “Well, I have to heal Shi Ying now, it will take about three hours, and nothing can interrupt us during this time. You can stay beside and guard over us – by the way, think hard about what you’re going to tell him later!”

“You…” Zhu Yan was extremely angry and stomped her foot, forcing herself to resist the urge of stabbing the old guy right in the face with her Jade Bone.

The Heavenly Thunder dispersed and the sun shone on the top of Meng Hua Peak.

In the silence of the great hollow mountain, there was only a celestial breeze passing incessantly across her ears. Suddenly, an object fell from the sky and almost hit her head. When she looked at it, there was a beautiful flower as big as a soup bowl – perhaps because the Meng Hua Peak was so rarely approached by visitors, the flowering trees here all grew extremely tall, and when they bloomed, they were as resplendent as the clouds.

Zhu Yan seated under the tree in a state of disorientation, holding the Jade Bone in her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She glanced at the Grand Master sitting on the platform of Forgetfulness not far away, yet the old man was only looking intently at Shi Ying, with his aged eyes full of anxiety and concern – he was kneeling behind Shi Ying, pointing with one of his fingers on his Lingtai Spiritual acupoint* and pressing the other hand on the back of his heart, with a swirling purple aura forming from his forehead. It was a very strong indication of the coalescing of spiritual essence.

Is he actually draining and transferring his true essence? This old man was really desperately trying to save her Master’s life… Then maybe… he was really also pushing her away so hard for her Master’s sake?

Zhu Yan was confused, playing with the Jade Bone repeatedly between her fingers, and worrying about how she was going to speak to the Master when he woke up.

“I will never be able to forgive you for the thought that it was you who killed Yuan in front of me.”

Would such a sentence be enough?

The words have the same impact as a dagger, after listening to this, the Master will probably turn away without a word, and leave, right? Perhaps, as the Grand Master said, he would never want to see her again.

But… but… all this, how could it turn out this way? Zhu Yan pondered over it and felt irritated: this old man, why did he have to force her to do the hardest of all things?

In that moment, she immediately regretted that she insisted on returning here – not only was she unable to do anything to help, but her Master also received an extra blow because of her. If she had returned to the Royal Palace with Chongming, she would not have been in the predicament she was in now.

She pounded her fist on the ground with hatred, and with a clang, the Jade Bone actually splintered a crack into the white stone.

In the same instant, a sharp shriek reached her ears and rose straight to the sky, startling her to look up instantly – it was Chongming’s roar. He was issuing a desperate shrill of warning! Was there something wrong?

Zhu Yan jumped up from under the tree and the Jade Bone instantly transformed into a sword under her fingertips.

It was early in the morning and daylight was beginning to break on Meng Hua Peak, where clouds and mist lingered. Right at that moment, however, a fierce wind sprang up overhead swaying the trees, and countless flowers rustled down as if a rain of blood was falling. What was that flying over? It was causing so much commotion!

But as soon as Zhu Yan stood up, the sky above her head suddenly went black, so black that there was not a single ray of light, as if a curtain had been swiftly pulled up from above her, sealing the entire mountain!

In the ominous darkness she saw a pair of cold, bright eyes floating up between the trees.

On the usually empty Meng Hua Peak, a number of people in black robes suddenly materialized from nowhere. Their faces were sunken into the shadows, their hands withered like wood, only their eyes were glowing cold like blue ice, dancing in the dark like ghostly sparks… In that moment, Zhu Yan blurted out an “Ah!” of shock and felt a shiver run through her entire body.

Yes! Those eyes, those black robes, she had seen them before in the Nightmare Forest when she was thirteen! That nightmare of her youth had actually returned at this very moment! These were the same people who had hunted them five years ago! Who the hell are they? Why would they suddenly appear here at this time? How did they managed to get up here to the Meng Hua Peak?

The black-robed figures with ice-blue eyes and long, dark-golden hair peeking out from beneath their hoods, clutching their staffs in their hands and wearing the emblem of the two-headed golden-winged bird embroidered on their robes, silently emerged from the depths of the dense forest and surrounded the area towards the top of Meng Hua Peak.

The Grand Master on the Terrace of Forgetfulness opened his eyes, and with just one glance, his entire body trembled!

“The Ten Wizards?” He exclaimed in disbelief, his fingers quivering slightly.

The Ten Wizards of the Ice Clan of the Cangliu Empire, from far away in the Western Sea, had actually appeared here together at the same time!

Ever since they had been banished from the land of Yunhuang by the Great Emperor Xingzun seven thousand years ago, the Ice Clan had been wandering above the Western Sea establishing the Cangliu Empire, and although they repeatedly attempted to return to the Mainland over the past thousand years, they invariably failed.

This time the Cangliu Empire’s Court of Elders had actually come out in full force and travelled to Yunhuang together, a sight that had never been witnessed in a hundred years!

Could these people have known beforehand that today would be the day when Shi Ying was at its weakest, so they took advantage of the situation? And who revealed this information to them?

One by one, the black-robed figures appeared in the void, silently surrounding the Terrace of Forgetfulness.

The Grand Master was healing Shi Ying, who had just experienced the Heavenly Punishment of Thunder and Lightning, and the true essence within his Ocean of Qi had been continuously infused into his body to repair the damages and strengthen his vital energy, which was at a critical point. If he were to interrupt the healing process at this moment, they would both be severely injured.

It was impossible for the Grand Master to make a single move, despite his inner horror.

The ten black-robed men surrounded the Terrace of Forgetfulness in formation, and the first of them, Wu Xian, stood out in array, scrutinizing Shi Ying, who was recovering on the floor, and nodded, as if confirming his identity: “It is him.”

Then he glanced at the Grand Master sitting behind Shi Ying and his expression twitched: ”It’s actually the Kongsang’s Da Si Ming?… It’s been a long time since I’ve last seen you. Have you come to personally perform the ritual for Shi Ying now?”

The corners of the Grand Master’s mouth twitched without speaking, unable to take his fingers off Shi Ying’s body.

“What? Unable to speak?” Wu Xian paused, examining the two men on the platform with increased interest, “Are you solidifying his spiritual essence? You can’t let go at such a critical moment, can you?”

The black-robed wizard burst into laughter and turned his head to inform his fellow wizards, “You see, the two strongest men in Kongsang magic are actually both here at this moment! An unexpected pleasure, a double blessing!”

All the ten wizards of the Ice Clan scattered swiftly and surrounded the Terrace of Forgetfulness, and with a flourish of their staffs, the entire Meng Hua Peak became suddenly so dark that no one could discern their fingers.

“Enclose the Ten Directions Great Formation!” Wu Xian finished assessing the situation at a glance and instructed the other nine black-robed wizards, “Follow Lord Wise’s instructions and simply let the younger one’s divine soul perish – we will keep the old one. He possesses an entire century of cultivation, if we can absorb his true essence, each of us will be able to break through at least one level of cultivation.”

Hearing these words, the Grand Master’s face darkened.

Yes, the ten wizards of the Cangliu Empire were practicing dark arts and were good at harvesting other people’s vitality and power for their own use, and since he was unable to move at the moment, if he fell into their hands, the consequences would be unthinkable!

“Scram!” Before the ten wizards could even make a move, however, a loud roar suddenly echoed from the crossing thorns.

A light blossomed from the depths of the darkness, like lightning slashing through everything, cutting an arc across the platform of Forgetfulness and forcing back the black-robed men bullying them in a harsh manner. There was only a clanging sound as the staffs in the hands of the ten wizards impacted on the light, and all of them instantly retreated a step in unison.

The Grand Master’s eyes shifted as he looked at the person who made the strike.

That was Zhu Yan. She jumped from beneath the tree with a tapping of her feet, and her Jade Bone twirled in the air before transforming into a long sword that swishly returned to her hand. With the sword at her disposal, she bent her knees and landed in front of the Terrace of Forgetfulness, swiftly pushing back the men as she formed a defensive seal with her other hand and shouted, “Trying to touch my Master? Dream on!”

* Lingtai 灵台 (Chinese Vocabulary) – Located on the forehead, the ancient cultivators called this place the “Lingtai” (© 汉典 Handian)

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