The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

The purple-clothed woman's sharp cry came to an abrupt halt, like a crow with its neck strangled.

She watched the two people being sucked into the pendant, and the distorted expression on her face was uglier than crying.

"No...impossible..." she murmured to herself, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind.

The half-broken bronze chime on the altar rolled down with a clang, sounding particularly harsh in the silence, as if mocking her powerlessness.

In the crack of time and space, Xi Yu and Cai Wenshuang seemed to fall into a bottomless abyss.

The howling wind tore at their clothes, and the freezing cold air filled their lungs, suffocating them.

There was chaos all around, with only countless golden runes flickering like fireflies, like some ancient spell, mysterious and strange.

Xi Yu's consciousness began to blur, and the pain in his chest became more and more severe. He knew that he could not hold on for much longer.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, only to see Cai Wenshuang looking at him in horror, his eyes full of helplessness and despair.

"Xi Yu..." Cai Wenshuang's voice was trembling with a hint of crying.

She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch Xi Yu, but she didn't dare, for fear of worsening his injuries.

"Don't be afraid..." Xi Yu uttered two words weakly, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

He felt his vitality was rapidly fading away, and the world before his eyes was growing darker and darker.

Suddenly, Cai Wenshuang retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted. She widened her eyes in disbelief, "Your wound...it...it is healing!"

The wound that was bloody just now was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The bright red blood gradually coagulated and formed a thin scab.

Xi Yu also felt something strange. He looked down at his chest and a warm current flowed out from the wound and flowed throughout his body.

Almost at the same time, Cai Wenshuang felt dizzy, and the goat pendant on her chest vibrated violently, as if it was about to break out of her body.

She subconsciously grabbed the pendant, and a powerful force surged into her body, making her feel stronger than ever before.

"What's going on?" Cai Wenshuang muttered to himself.

At this moment, a strange scene suddenly appeared in the crack of time and space.

It was a holographic image, so lifelike that it seemed as if it was right in front of you.

In the video, a young and strong mountain villager is being held hostage by a man in official uniform.

The faces of the mountain people were full of anger and unwillingness, while the man in official uniform had an indifferent expression, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Dad!" Cai Wenshuang exclaimed. She recognized the mountain man in the image. It was her father when he was young!
And that man in official uniform... turned out to be Xi Yu from twenty years ago!
"This...how is this possible?" Cai Wenshuang shook her head in disbelief. She couldn't understand what was happening before her eyes.

Xi Yu also saw this image. He found out that there was some kind of mysterious symbiotic relationship between the blood of the mountain people and the prime minister.

Twenty years ago, he held Cai Wenshuang's father hostage, inadvertently triggering this symbiotic relationship and dooming their entanglement in this life.

"So that's how it is..." Xi Yu smiled bitterly. He finally understood that all this was arranged by fate.

At this moment, a bronze arm suddenly stretched out from the other end of the space-time rift and grabbed Cai Wenshuang like a ghost.

That arm was covered with ancient runes, emitting a suffocating pressure.

"Be careful!" Xi Yu yelled, using his last bit of strength to push Cai Wenshuang away.

"Go find my Dark Guard Battalion!"

Cai Wenshuang only felt a huge force throwing her out, and Xi Yu's weak voice came to her ears.

Her eyes went dark and she lost consciousness...

“No…” The bronze arm stopped in mid-air. The purple-clothed woman’s voice came from deep in the crack, with a hint of reluctance and anger, “You can’t escape!”

The strong wind carried the gravel, like countless sharp knives, ruthlessly cutting Cai Wenshuang's skin.

She felt like a fallen leaf caught in a strong wind, drifting away involuntarily.

In my ears was Xi Yu's heart-wrenching cry, which became farther and farther away and more and more vague, and finally dissipated into the endless void.

“No——!” Cai Wenshuang screamed at the top of his lungs and stretched out his hands desperately, trying to grab something, but his fingertips only touched cold air.

Just when she was about to be thrown out of the space-time rift, a huge tearing force came from her right arm, as if to tear her in half.

She groaned in pain and looked down, only to see a bronze arm tightly grasping her right hand, its nails digging deeply into her flesh.

That's the arm of the woman in purple!

Cai Wenshuang endured the severe pain, and tightly grasped Xi Yu's hand with his left hand, wanting to take him away with him.

However, the power of the woman in purple was too strong, and she couldn't shake it at all.

"Let go!" Xi Yu's voice was weak but firm.

"No! I don't want to let go!" Cai Wen burst into tears. She bit her lips hard, her nails dug deeply into her palms, bleeding profusely.

"Be obedient!" Xi Yu's voice carried a hint of unquestionable majesty. He used up his last bit of strength and swung his hand violently, trying to push Cai Wenshuang away.

However, the woman in purple refused to let go of this opportunity. She increased the strength in her hands with a grim smile.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound of bone breaking, Cai Wenshuang's right arm was torn apart. Blood gushed out and condensed into a string of crystal clear blood beads in the air.

These blood beads circled and danced in the air as if they had life, and gradually condensed into the two words "Xi Cai", which were bright red and shocking to the eye.

This is a blood contract!
Cai Wenshuang screamed and his body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

She just felt dizzy and then fell heavily to the ground and lost consciousness.

"Pfft!"

A muffled sound broke the silence of the military camp.

Cai Wenshuang's body slammed heavily onto a table in the tent, smashing the pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the table into pieces.

"who?!"

Several secret guards who were discussing matters in the tent were startled by this sudden change. They drew their swords at their waists and looked around vigilantly.

When they saw Cai Wenshuang lying on the table, they were stunned.

"This...this is not..."

A sharp-eyed secret guard recognized Cai Wenshuang. He remembered this woman. She was someone close to the Prime Minister.

Without time to think, several secret guards hurried forward to help Cai Wenshuang up.

"Girl, girl, how are you?"

Cai Wenshuang slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view were several anxious and unfamiliar faces.

She looked around blankly and found herself in a simple tent. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and herbs.

"Where... is this?" Cai Wenshuang asked weakly.

"This is the secret guard camp." A secret guard replied.

Dark Guard Camp?
An idea flashed through Cai Wenshuang's mind, and she remembered Xi Yu's words before leaving: "Go find my Dark Guard Camp!"

Could this be Xi Yu’s secret guard camp?

Cai Wenshuang struggled to get up, but found a piercing pain in his right arm.

She looked down and saw that her right arm was a bloody mess, with only a layer of flesh barely connecting it. It was a horrifying sight.

"Your arm..." a secret guard exclaimed.

Cai Wenshuang then remembered that his right arm was torn apart by the woman in purple.

She endured the severe pain and said through gritted teeth: "I'm fine... Quick... Take me to see your leader..."

Several secret guards looked at each other, and one of them said, "Commander him...he is not in the camp."

"Not here?" Cai Wenshuang's heart sank suddenly

At this moment, Cai Wenshuang's eyes fell on a pile of ashes in the corner of the tent.

In the pile of ashes, some unburned pieces of paper could be vaguely seen, with something seemingly written on them.

Cai Wenshuang's heart moved, she struggled to walk to the pile of ashes, squatted down, and examined it carefully.

She discovered that the word "blood" was written on the unburned pieces of paper.

Is this... a blood letter?
An ominous premonition arose in Cai Wenshuang's heart. She vaguely felt that this letter written in blood must be related to Xi Yu.

"What is this?" Cai Wenshuang asked, pointing at the pile of ashes.

The faces of several secret guards became a little unnatural, and one of them stammered, "This... this is..."

"This is the Prime Minister's blood letter." Another secret guard interrupted him and said in a heavy tone. "What?!" Cai Wenshuang was struck by lightning. She grabbed the secret guard's collar and asked sternly, "What's written in the blood letter?!"

The secret guard was frightened by Cai Wenshuang's action. He said in a trembling voice: "The blood letter... the blood letter said..."

At this moment, a deafening horn sounded suddenly from a distance, interrupting the secret guard's words.

"Woo-wu-wu-"

The sound of the horn was low and long, as if coming from the depths of hell, bringing with it a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Oh no! It's the Armored Guards!" a secret guard exclaimed.

"What?!" Cai Wenshuang's face turned pale in an instant.

The Armored Guards, they are Xi Wujiang’s personal guards. How come they appear here?

"Quick! Go and have a look!"

Several secret guards ignored Cai Wenshuang and ran out of the tent in a hurry.

Cai Wenshuang's heart was filled with fear and anxiety
"Xi Yu..." She murmured to herself,

Outside the tent, a man who looked like the commander of the secret guards was staring at Cai Wenshuang coldly, with a strange smile on his lips.

"Blood is connected...life and death depend on each other..."

The biting cold wind blew up the snowflakes, lashing Cai Wenshuang's face fiercely, cutting her skin like a knife.

She was shaking, not from the cold but from fear.

Fear was like an invisible hand, tightly strangling her throat, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

How come the Armored Guards, Xi Wujiang's personal soldiers, appear here?

Their cold gazes and the sharp blades made her feel despair.

Outside the tent, the leader of the secret guards, a man dressed in black and with a stern face, was staring at her with an almost fanatical look.

The fragment of the jade pendant in his hand emitted a strange red light, as if it was breathing and beating.

Cai Wenshuang instinctively felt a dangerous aura and a shudder from the depths of his soul.

"We are connected by blood... dependent on each other for life and death..." The voice of the dark guard leader was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell, with a creepy chill.

He suddenly grabbed Cai Wenshuang's hand, and the sharp dagger cut a tiny wound on her white fingertips.

The bright red blood, like crystal clear rubies, dripped onto the broken pieces of the jade pendant.

"No!" Cai Wenshuang tried to break free in horror, but found himself bound by an invisible force and unable to move.

She watched her blood being absorbed by the jade pendant as a powerful force surged out of the jade pendant and soared into the sky.

The earth began to tremble and the tent was about to collapse.

A deafening dragon roar was heard from beneath the altar, as if a sleeping dragon had been awakened and was about to break out of the ground.

Cai Wenshuang's heart sank to the bottom, she didn't understand what happened

At the same time, the armored guards who had surrounded Chu Yao aggressively suddenly changed direction and launched a fierce attack on the woman in purple.

With swords flashing and blood flying everywhere, the originally quiet snowfield instantly turned into a Shura field.

Chu Yao stood in the center of the altar with an indifferent expression, as if all this had nothing to do with her.

She controlled the puppet, and thousands of silver threads danced at her fingertips, like poisonous snakes, entwining the body of the woman in purple.

"The twin contract between the Xi family bloodline and the master of Tianji Pavilion is the real core of Tianji Lock!" Chu Yao's voice was cold and firm, with an unquestionable majesty.

She suddenly stabbed the puppet into her heart, and blood gushed out, staining her clothes red.

"No! Chu Yao!" Cai Wenshuang shouted heartbreakingly.

At this moment, a space-time rift suddenly appeared above the altar.

A familiar figure slowly walked out from the crack, it was Xi Yu.

But on his neck, there suddenly appeared the double star tattoo of the woman in purple. The tattoo was wriggling like a living thing, emitting a strange light.

"Back then, I held Father Cai hostage to prevent the woman in purple from being reborn with the help of your blood!" Xi Yu's voice was cold and unfamiliar, without a trace of emotion.

Cai Wenshuang was stunned. She couldn't believe her ears.

Xi Yu, the man who was once gentle and considerate and took good care of her, actually... actually held her father hostage in order to prevent the purple-clothed woman from being reborn?

"You...what are you talking about?" Cai Wenshuang's voice trembled with a hint of disbelief.

Xiyu did not answer. He just stared at Cai Wenshuang coldly. He slowly raised his hand and stretched it towards Cai Wenshuang... "You, are not Xiyu..."

The wind and snow became even more violent, like countless tiny icicles, piercing Cai Wenshuang's face, causing unbearable pain.

But she couldn't feel it, all her senses were focused on Xi Yu, the man who walked out of the cracks in time and space, the man who haunted her dreams.

But his eyes were so strange and cold, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant.

The double star tattoo on her neck was like two little purple snakes, twisting in front of her eyes, emitting a disgusting stench.

"You...you are not Xiyu..." Cai Wenshuang's voice trembled violently, like a candle swaying in the wind, which could go out at any time.

This sentence is more of a desperate confirmation than a question.

Xi Yu, or rather, the purple-clothed woman who occupied Xi Yu's body, had a cold smile on her face, as if mocking her naivety.

"Xi Yu? He is dead. Now, I am the owner of this body." Her voice was sharp and piercing, like nails scratching on a blackboard, which made people shudder.

A chill ran straight up from Cai Wenshuang's feet to her head. Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She recalled every moment with Xiyu, his gentleness, his thoughtfulness, his smile...those beautiful memories were now like sharp knives, stabbing her heart and making her feel miserable.

"No! You are not him! Give Xi Yu back to me!" Cai Wenshuang screamed, tears of despair blurring her vision.

She rushed towards Xiyu desperately, wanting to rescue him from the control of the woman in purple.

"You don't know your own limitations." The purple-clothed woman sneered and easily dodged Cai Wenshuang's attack.

She stretched out her hand, grabbed Cai Wenshuang's throat like an eagle's claw, and lifted her up high.

A feeling of suffocation came over Cai Wenshuang, his vision began to darken, and his ears began to buzz.

She felt her vitality was slipping away quickly, like a leaf drifting in the wind, weak and fragile.

At this moment, a fishy-sweet taste spread in Cai Wenshuang's mouth.

She used up her last bit of strength, bit her tongue, and sprayed the mountain folk's secret medicine of Cai's father, which had accumulated in her mouth, mixed with blood, onto Xi Yu's face.

The secret medicine, with a strong herbal scent and a faint hint of blood, fell on Xi Yu's face, flowed down his neck, and soaked the strange double star tattoo.

Xi Yu's body trembled violently, he covered his chest in pain and let out a heart-wrenching cough.

Black blood gushed out of his mouth, carrying with it a sickening stench.

"Ah--" The woman in purple let out a shrill scream, and her figure struggled violently in Xiyu's body, as if she was about to break out.

As the black blood continued to flow out, Xi Yu's eyes gradually regained clarity.

He looked at Cai Wenshuang blankly, "Wenshuang... I... what's wrong with me?"

Cai Wenshuang watched Xi Yu return to his original appearance, and a huge joy surged in his heart. Tears welled up in his eyes again, and this time, he was crying with joy.

"Xiyu! You're back!"

However, before they could hug each other, something strange happened.

The ground of the altar suddenly began to vibrate violently, making a teeth-grinding friction sound.

Then, the ground in the center of the altar slowly sank, revealing a huge bronze tripod.

The tripod was engraved with patterns. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a photo of Xi Yu and Cai's father when they were children. They were holding hands and smiling innocently.

At the same time, Xi Wujiang's armor suddenly came to life and turned into countless chains flashing with cold light, trapping the woman in purple tightly.

He looked at Xi Yu deeply.
"Yuer... take care..." Xi Wujiang's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of helplessness and reluctance.

Before he finished speaking, his figure sank into the ground along with the bronze tripod and disappeared.

"Father!" Xi Yu shouted in grief and wanted to reach out to grab him, but he only grabbed a handful of air.

The altar was shaking more and more violently, and the cracks were getting bigger and bigger, as if it would collapse at any time.

"Xiyu..." Cai Wenshuang tightly grasped Xiyu's hand.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Xi Yu held Cai Wenshuang's hand with his backhand and gave her a comforting look.

At this moment, a voice sounded from deep underground, with endless majesty and vicissitudes: "Blood is connected... fate is reincarnation..." (End of this chapter)